There is a dream called football

Chapter 3 There is a fan dad
Class 4 is divided into two parts.

One part was blocked in the door, and the other part rushed forward to block the hole of the gun.

"Tackling, abolish him."

The stadium is not big, and when this word reached He Zheng's ears, his violent temper came up, "Abolish him? I will abolish you first after the game!"

Three legs shoveled at Li Qiao at the same time. This kind of competition is not very technical, but the big guy is full of blood, and he really fights!
"It's not good, it's going to be bad!" Lei Wen is like playing chess, he has already predicted what will happen next, if Li Qiao shoots head-on, he is likely to be injured.

Li Qiao stretched his bow and set the arrow, and his shooting posture was extremely realistic, but at the last moment, he flicked his ankle and buckled lightly.

Dumbfounded!

Not only the people in class 4 were dumbfounded, but even the people in class 6 were dumbfounded because they didn't expect it.

Facing a dumbfounded goalkeeper, Li Qiao pushed lightly, making a huge difference in four or two.

"Celebrate, what are you doing in a daze, we won!"

When Li Qiao roared, the big guys realized that we won!
This time, no one said anything like "I'm fooled." He Zheng, Lei Wen, Gaudi, and Li Qiao, these four supported the team. At this time, the four formed a circle and clapped each other.

3 to 2, which was also the final score. At the moment when the physical education teacher blew the final whistle, Class 4 fell one after another like dominoes. They felt physically and mentally exhausted this time.

"We're in the finals!"

Class teacher Yin Jiajun and his classmates hugged each other to celebrate. After three years, in the last year-to-year confrontation, Class 6 finally made it to the final, and in front of them was that mountain—Class 8, which hadn't lost a single defeat in three years.

That game will be held next Sunday, and there is still one week left. The team members don't need to worry about that game yet, just enjoy the joy in front of them at this moment.

*****
When the lights are on, a family in a mid-range community in Guangzhou City is like tens of thousands of families. The hostess is preparing dinner, while the host is watching the news, waiting for the family to have dinner.

Li Qiao pushed the door open and entered.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"Wash your hands."

"Hey."

When the food was served, Li Qiao sensibly handed the chopsticks to his parents. After his father Li Shan took the chopsticks, he was not in a hurry to move them, his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Have you played today? How is it?"

Li Shan himself is a die-hard football fan. He also dreamed of football when he was a child, but life is realistic. In the end, he became a dentist and had nothing to do with football.

However, he projected this feeling to his son Li Qiao. Whenever there was a competition in his son's school, Li Shan was very excited.

"Did you score a goal?"

"What formation did you play?"

"How was the process?"

Li Shan would ask every detail clearly, as if he had experienced an addiction by playing in person.

Mother Zhou Ling patted the table, "It's an old mistake again, let's eat first."

Li Shan put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "We eat every day, but the competition only happens once a week, so we must ask first."

Li Qiao chuckled, put down his chopsticks, and told the whole process of the game.

At the end, Li Shan jumped up, "Happy, happy." He put his hand on Zhou Ling's shoulder, "Honey, if I were 20 years younger, I would really go to Europe to study abroad to play football."

"How dare you!" Zhou Ling put on a straight face.

"Hahaha." The whole family laughed.

After laughing, Li Shan frowned and said, "Then the final is going to meet Class 8?"

Li Qiao nodded.

Class 8!
That is the school's Big Mac, which is equivalent to Bayern Munich in the Bundesliga and Juventus in the Serie A.

The reason why class 8 is strong is that they have three "quasi" professional players-Chen Jing, Liu Bin, and Wang Chukong.

They used to be players in the echelon of the domestic second-tier league team, but they were brushed off, and then they went to school.

There are many such situations. Those young people with football dreams have gone to youth training for several years. Many people find that they may not be that material, so they return to the campus. This is the case of these three people.

It is impossible for such a person to advance to a higher level and become a professional player, but to play a school game, it is like cutting melons and vegetables.

Li Shan tapped the knuckles of his right index finger on the table, "I watched the class 8 competition last year, it was really good."

"Yeah, mainly because there are three strong men."

Li Shan smiled and said, "By the way, son, if you can go to youth training and take the road of professional football, would you go?"

Li Qiao was stunned. His father had asked him this question in his previous life, but he hesitated because he was afraid.

According to statistics, it is far more difficult to get out in the football circle than to be admitted to Tsinghua University. The three people in Class 8 are also very good, but they have not given up yet.

Sometimes in front of bread, dreams tend to stand aside, but now Li Qiao is different. He only realized after living again that dreams are really more important than bread, so this time he nodded immediately without hesitation.

"I am willing."

Li Shan's eyes flickered, and he smiled, as if he had got the most satisfactory answer. At this moment, Ms. Zhou Ling slapped the table again, "Li Shan, I warn you, don't take my son with you, study hard, my son is going to be a doctor in the future."

Li Shan chuckled and didn't say anything else. After dinner, the two of them went for a walk in the courtyard of the community, found a lawn, and sat down.

"It's here. I remember the first time I taught you how to dribble. It was here when you were two years old."

"Haha."

Li Qiao also remembered that his football talent was completely developed by his father, and every inch of land in this community was left with Li Qiao's footprints and traces of football rolling.

Li Shan looked into the distance, and suddenly said, "Son, do you want to beat Class 8?"

"Of course I do."

These words were blurted out instinctively, but once the words came out, people calmed down. Football is a team sport, and Class 8's overall strength is too strong.

"Why didn't you speak?"

"Dad, Class 8 is too strong."

Li Shan compared his hands to a circle, "Son, remember, footballs are round. Do you still remember the Bern miracle I told you about?"

Li Qiao nodded.

Li Shan stood up, as if transformed into a professional coach, "Theoretically speaking, no team is invincible, the key lies in reasonable tactics."

Li Qiao also stood up and clapped his hands together, "Dad, it would be great if you were our coach, our teacher Yin is blind."

Yin Jiajun is indeed blind to the ball, and his "coach" is also apportioned by the school. The Provincial Education Committee football enters the campus activities, but there are only a few physical education teachers in a school, so he can only "catch the strong men".

Yin Jiajun forcibly made up a lot of football knowledge, and the only thing he learned in the end was to "fold his arms around his chest", stand on the sidelines, and put on a thoughtful look.

Hearing Li Qiao's words, Li Shan was moved. He and Yin Jiajun knew each other and had a good relationship. Could he be an "assistant coach"?
Thinking of this, Li Shan smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)