Chinese champion

Chapter 101 Sprint
April 2002, 4, Milan, Italy, Meazza Stadium.

The captain of Inter Milan, Javier Zanetti, received the ball from the wing and forced his way to the bottom against Curtis' defense. When the breakthrough failed, he cleverly knocked the ball back with his heel, and the Portuguese international Consica stepped forward to respond. Ao made a precise arc kick with his right foot. The Italian international Vieri, known as the "tank in the penalty area", relied on his strong body to break away from the double-teaming of Nadal and Nino. Remember a powerful header to open the scoring!

The Meazza Stadium, which can accommodate 85700 people, immediately boiled like a ignited torch barrel!

Vieri ran to the side of the court, put his hands on his ears, listening to the cheers of the fans!
Before the end of the first half, the Italian international Di Biagio cut off Gonzalez's ball in the midfield, and then sent a ball over the top. Vieri headed the ball and the Sierra Leone striker Caron, who was inserted in the back row, was successfully offside. , Facing the attacking Roa, he scored successfully, 2:0!

In the second half, Dutch international Seedorf's breakthrough won a free kick in the front court. Uruguay international Recoba, who replaced Vieri in the second half, drew a wonderful arc with a precise free kick, bypassing the wall and hitting the dead corner. Ah missed the save, 3:0!

"Crack!" The TV flickered and then fell into darkness. After the game, the scene of Inter Milan's celebration disappeared on the TV. In a small apartment, a teenager put down the remote control in his hand and closed his eyes. .

The lights were not turned on in the apartment, and the whole room was plunged into darkness after the TV was turned off.

"Three goals behind... It seems that our team has no chance to move forward, but after seven days at home, I want Cooper to realize that there will be a big difference with my Mallorca!"

Pei Wei lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

Meazza...

A long sigh resounded in the empty apartment.

The Mallorcan soldiers returned to Mallorca dejectedly, but before the next day's training, when they came to the training ground, they saw a long-lost figure standing in the middle of the field bouncing the ball.

"Hey! Samuel!" Pei Wei greeted Eto'o happily: "Are you alive?"

Eto'o rolled his eyes: "Damn, what do you mean? I'm not in the hospital anymore! Isn't it just a small injury? It's healed!"

"Is it cured?" Aragones was concerned about this.

"That's right, the doctor said that I can already participate in the game normally, just like before I was injured!" Eto'o said, patting his chest.

"This is great news!"

Eto'o's return from injury gave the decadent Mallorca a shot in the arm, which can be seen from the high training enthusiasm.

"Catch the ball!" Pei Wei passed the two defenders of the substitute team in a row, a beautiful through ball!

"OK!" Eto'o agreed. After receiving the ball, he accelerated and got rid of Ballesteros' defense.

"Damn!" Franco covered his face after losing the ball. It wasn't enough to have Pei Wei who was habitually crazy during training. Eto'o, who didn't catch the prey, as their opponent in training, Franco felt that God was punishing himself.

Eto'o and Pei Wei clapped hands after scoring the goal, and Pei Wei said with a smile: "It seems that you are recovering well, the speed is the same as before, there is no difference, and the skills are quite proficient. It seems that after two months You haven't lost these things in time!"

Eto'o nodded triumphantly: "That's right, the physical fitness of us black people is good, among other things, in this team, speed is the first, who else can I?"

Pei Wei yelled: "If you say you're fat, you're panting? You don't even make drafts when you're bragging. I'm obviously the fastest. When did you become you?"

"Who stipulated that your speed should be the first?"

"Is there still a rule for this? Anyone with eyes can see it!"

"Oh my God, I guess you have a thicker skin than the famous Great Wall in your country!"

"Well, anyway, there is no basis for empty talk. It's the mule or the horse that comes out for a walk. How about we compare after training?"

"OK! Who is afraid of whom? How do you compare?"

"In the 200-meter sprint, whoever reaches the finish line first wins, and of course no interference is allowed."

"A word is settled!"

Soon other training teammates felt the difference between these two guys. Whenever there was a chance to get the ball, these two guys ran like they were on stimulants, but their speed was really extraordinary , They can often leave their opponents marking them far away.

The training ended soon, and when the teammates were packing up their things and preparing to leave, Pei Wei and Eto'o arrived on the track beside the field.

"Captain! Help us keep time!" Eto'o shouted loudly.

Nadal heard the sound and came over. After asking about the situation, he was also very interested: "OK! I'll help you time it!"

The teammates who were aroused by curiosity surrounded them one after another, and Ibagaza volunteered to fire a shot for them.

Nino yelled loudly again: "It's a bet! The odds are 1 to 1, hurry up!"

Teammates ran over to place bets, but the final result made Nino a little depressed. Both Pei Wei and Eto'o were bet by ten players. No matter who wins him now, there is no sweetness to taste.

Pei Wei and Eto'o stood side by side in front of the starting line, bent down, and assumed a standard starting posture.

Even Aragones was alarmed by the movement here. He stood far away, looking with interest at the two who were about to start running.

Ibagasa shouted: "Ready—" Then he put the whistle in his mouth and blew it hard.

Pei Wei and Eto'o tried their best to rush out, but they didn't hear the expected whistle.

All eyes were on Ibagasa, who scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, it's actually a dumb whistle."

"Papa..." The players around fell down, and Pei Wei vented his anger, and said dumbfoundedly: "You bastard..."

Looking at the almost murderous eyes of the players around, Ibagaza hurriedly brought another whistle from the sidelines, tried to blow it first, and then said: "Oh, it was just an appetizer, this time it is the main meal. preparation--"

Eto'o got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body: "Damn, the atmosphere is completely destroyed by you!"

"Don't say I didn't remind you, I'm going to blow it soon, don't blame me if you lose if you don't pay attention." Ibagaza said with a smile.

"Bah! Crow's mouth, will I lose?" Even though he said so, Eto'o turned around and looked forward, posing for a start.

"Prepare—" Ibagasa slowly put the whistle in his mouth: "Doo—"

"Swipe!" The two figures rushed out at the same time, the speed was so fast that a whirlwind blew up where they rushed.

"Come on! Come on!" The teammates on both sides of the runway kept cheering for the two, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic for a while.

Eto'o is worthy of the reputation of "African cheetah". When he just crossed the starting line, his extraordinary explosive power made him throw away Pei Wei by more than one meter at that moment, but Pei Wei was not to be outdone, although he fell behind , but he followed closely behind Eto'o, and was not distanced by Eto'o.

The distance of 100 meters disappeared under their feet in an instant, and Nino, who was timing the halfway, couldn't help being dumbfounded: "11 seconds and 11 seconds one...Oh my god, why don't they learn track and field?"

Eto'o, who was running, glanced back from the corner of his eye, but found that Pei Wei had almost caught up with him, and was surprised that his feet were still not slow at all, and the two were almost close end.

"Damn, no, he's about to catch up with me..." Eto'o was thinking like this when he heard a sharp whistle ringing in his ear.

Eto'o stopped, and Pei Wei beside him also stopped. The two of them rushed to Nadal's side before they had time to wipe off their sweat.

"How? Shall I cross the line first?" Eto'o asked nervously.

"Cut! Are you talking in your sleep? Of course I'll go over the line first, right, Captain?"

The teammates also gathered around. Nadal showed a smile on his face, coughed twice, and then raised his voice and said: "According to my visual observation, the two of you crossed the finish line together..."

"Cut..." He was greeted by a bunch of middle fingers.

Nadal seemed very aggrieved: "I can't help it, I'm not a computer, I can measure your accurate data, you did cross the line at the same time, it's just that Pei Wei leaned forward and Eto'o's foot touched the line first! "

"That means I won, my feet touch the line first!" Eto'o immediately jumped for joy.

Nadal poured cold water on him: "But Pei Wei's head and your feet touch the wire at the same time... It's really hard to tell the difference with the naked eye."

"OK!" Aragones raised his voice and said, "It's a tie! Samuel, you sprint faster, while Pei accelerates faster. You have an advantage within 100 meters, but after 100 meters Pei Wei will gradually catch up with you , you two have your own strengths, why should you choose the first place?"

"Hehe!" Eto'o laughed honestly: "It's enough for me to be first in 200 meters. Anyway, a football field can't be 200 meters long!" Stopping Pei Wei: "Tell me, do you know that you can't beat me in the [-] meters, so you want to run [-] meters? Cunning guy!"

Pei Wei twisted his body and broke free from Eto'o's hand: "Who said that? I just want to run as much as I want!"

Looking at the two people fighting in the arena, Nadal shook his head: "Go back! I'm hungry!"

"By the way, it just so happens that the bet just now is void, why don't we use this money to have a meal?" Nino suggested.

"Agreed!" The players shouted in unison.

As soon as they said it, the Mallorca players left immediately, and the Chinese reporters watching the game from the sidelines of the training field also packed up their food and prepared to go back.

At this time, there was a sudden confusion among the Mallorca players who were leaving the field!
"What's the matter, what's going on?" Hearing the noise from the training ground, the reporters who had left first rushed back one after another. Their keen sense of news made them realize that something big had happened!
"What's going on? What happened?" Later reporters asked familiar reporters one after another.

"It's Pei Wei! Pei Wei fell down on the road just now!" The reporters who saw the scene told their colleagues one after another.

"Team doctor! Team doctor!" Aragones lost his usual elegant demeanor, he roared loudly, his face flushed with excitement.

The team doctor arrived, and a few minutes later, Pei Wei stood up holding the team doctor's arm, and limped into Mallorca's building.

The reporters who wanted to know everything at the first time were stopped in front of the building. The receptionist said politely but resolutely: "I'm sorry, except for the staff of the club, no one else is allowed to enter or leave here."

The reporters can only return without giving up, but they can't be regarded as returning empty-handed. At the club's regular press conference at [-] noon, the team doctor and head coach Aragones will make a statement on this matter.

In Mallorca's press center, facing the packed hall of Chinese reporters, Mallorca's team doctor Jamie said calmly: "I am sorry to tell you that due to too frequent games during this period, coupled with Pei Wei tried his best in every game, which led to a lack of physical reserves. As a result, after today's training, his left thigh muscle was slightly strained. Although it was a very slight injury, his physical fitness was close to being overdrawn and he had to cultivate For a period of time, how long depends on his recovery, but he will definitely not be able to play against Valencia on the 14th. As for the second round of the UEFA Cup against Inter Milan on the 17th, it is still a question of whether Pei Wei can play. Unknown."

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"Oh, it's my fault. If I hadn't pursued results, I wouldn't have allowed Pei Wei to participate in competitions so frequently. He's not yet twenty, and his body hasn't fully developed yet. In addition, he was so crazy a while ago. To increase my strength, I should have known that this would happen..."

In the team doctor Jamie's office, the old coach held his head, and Jamie sighed: "This has nothing to do with you, coach, besides, he is fine, just take a rest, don't blame yourself too much, I am now I'm worried about Pei Wei's mood."

"Mood?" Aragones raised his head: "What mood?"

"The injury is a minor injury, but it may not heal within a few days, but in another six days, it will be the second round of our match against Inter Milan..."

"So what? I'm ready to give up this game. Do you think we can win Inter Milan by four goals at home?"

"You know what the match against Inter Milan means to Pei Wei... He has already missed the first game, and he definitely doesn't want to miss the second game... You know, at Mallorca's level, playing against Inter Milan in Europe Meeting each other on the field is rare..."

Aragones understood what the team doctor meant, he shook his head weakly, and buried his face deeply in the palm of his hand.

(End of this chapter)