Ultimate Demon Sword

Chapter 1 Prologue
On the evening of November 2013, 11, Guangzhou, Tianhe Sports Center.

With the whistle of the referee, the second round of the 2013 Asian Football Club Champions League final officially came to an end.Guangzhou Evergrande Club from China drew with Seoul FC Club of South Korea 3:3 on aggregate, and won the Asian Football Club Champions League with the advantage of the number of away goals in the two rounds.This is the first intercontinental championship of Chinese professional football, and it is also the first time that poor and weak Chinese football has stepped on its neighbors, Japan and South Korea, and succeeded in reaching the top.

That night, the whole of Guangzhou, and even the whole of China, fell into a sea of ​​carnival.For the tens of thousands of Chinese fans who have been suppressed for too long, it is destined to be a sleepless night.

Shanghai, an ordinary residential complex.

Wen Fangting jumped up at the referee's whistle, waved his fists frantically, and kept shaking his 13-year-old son Wen Zhihao next to him, shouting hysterically: "We won! Son, we won!"

His wife, Tang Yuexin, quickly stopped her husband's madness, and reprimanded her: "Be careful, if you scare the child again, why don't you just watch a game, as for what, you're not serious!"

Wen Fangting, who was in high spirits, didn't listen to his wife's complaints, and kept patting the sofa to vent his ecstasy.

It's no wonder that Dad Wen is so excited. He has been waiting for this scene for too long.The last time Chinese football made him so crazy was when the national team entered the World Cup in Korea and Japan more than ten years ago.That's when he, like most fans, thought it was the beginning of take-off.However, they failed to score a single goal in the group stage, and were eliminated tragically after swallowing nine bombs. After that, there were even darker years of suffering. Their generation of fans gradually grew old in the suffering of repeated failures.

However, Father Wen never gave up his tenacious hope for Chinese football, so when his son Wen Zhihao was ten years old, he sent him to the famous Chongming football youth training base near Shanghai to follow the famous Chinese youth training godfather Xu Genbao. He hoped that his unfulfilled dream of a professional player could be realized in his son.

To his relief, his son was very upbeat.From the first day of entering the base, he showed great talent and spirituality beyond ordinary people.Now his son is 13 years old, but he has already trained with the echelon two years older. His talent has even been praised by head coach Xu Genbao.Said that in the future, Xiao Zhihao's upper limit can at least be comparable to that of the legendary striker Haidong.Although it was exaggerated, it still made Dad Wen very excited.At least my son is on the right path.

Father Wen turned his head and said to his son while pointing at the TV screen: "Son, did you see that, if you want to stand on that platform in the future, you have to practice harder and sweat more than others now, and you will be able to stand higher than others in the future, understand?"

Wen Zhihao stared blankly at the screen, as if he hadn't heard what his father said. Wen's father thought his son hadn't listened, and was about to speak again, when his son turned his head to look at him, and said in a childish voice, "I'm going to play in the World Cup in the future."

"Ah?" Father Wen's movements paused for a moment, and then he looked a little surprised, looked at his son, and asked loudly: "Son, you... What did you just say? Say it again, Dad didn't hear clearly."

Wen Zhihao looked at his father who was suppressing his excitement, and suddenly became a little timid, he hesitated and said in a low voice: "In the future I want... to play in the World Cup."

Although a little shy, his eyes are extremely firm.

Papa Wen was slightly surprised, then laughed gratifiedly, patted his son's head, and couldn't hide his affirmation in his words: "Good! Good! As expected of my old Wen's son, he has ambitions, and in the future, he can achieve great things!"

Father Wen was just giving a random word of encouragement at this time, but he never imagined that in the near future, when this scene came true, the shy son who was slapped on the head by him would actually be the focus of the audience...

Xiao Zhihao's family was having a good time, but in the duty room of Chongming Football Base, several middle-aged people in their 50s and [-]s frowned, and looked at the gray-haired old man in the middle. The old man was the head coach of Chongming Football Base and the godfather of Chinese youth training.

"Guide Xu, what should I do? You should say something." A bald middle-aged coach asked anxiously.He is Xu Kang, the head coach of Wen Zhihao's echelon.

Xu Genbao put down the ticket, showing regret and intolerance, and said slowly: "The higher-ups have made a formal decision, can you reverse the case?"

Xu Kang didn't want to give up yet, and continued to argue: "Even if it is true, this punishment is too heavy. You know Zhihao's potential. This kid will at least reach the height of Haidong if he doesn't make detours in the future. What the hell is this? Isn't this destroying the hope of Chinese football?"

The more Xu Kang said, the more excited he got, he even snatched the ticket, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few times.

"If you're capable, go talk to those old men!" Xu Genbao suddenly yelled, picked up the ticket on the ground and walked out.He decided to go to Wen Zhihao's house in person.

……

"What! Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could my son take drugs and hurt people maliciously? All competitions under the Chinese Football Association will face an indefinite suspension, an indefinite suspension! You must have made a mistake!" Papa Wen shook his head vigorously holding the ticket, his face full of disbelief.

For a professional football player, an indefinite suspension almost means saying goodbye to professional football for the rest of his life.

Xu Genbao couldn't bear it in his heart, and persuaded with shame: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen. This is the Football Association's decision, and I can't help it. This child Zhihao is the most talented and spiritual child I have received since the establishment of this base. I am also very sorry for this result. I also hope that you, as parents, will make more plans for the future of your child."

After Xu Genbao finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. He suddenly turned around and said to Dad Wen: "If you want your child to continue on this path, I suggest sending your child to Europe. That is the real fertile ground for football. Your child should have a good future there."

"I f*** the Pig Association in Legobi!" Papa Wen couldn't help but utter a standard national curse on the Football Association from Chinese fans.

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The whole night, Father Wen couldn't fall asleep, and the words of Coach Xu Genbao before leaving still lingered in his ears.

As a veteran fan for more than 20 years, Papa Wen knows exactly what it means to make this decision.

Europe, the center of world football, a paradise for football players all over the world.The continent thousands of miles away has unparalleled opportunities, but also hides the most unpredictable challenges.The most important thing is that there are only a handful of Chinese who have broken through in Europe.

Looking at her son's room, Papa Wen's eyes flashed with pain. She hoped that her son would fulfill his unfulfilled dream, but at such a young age, does he really have to bear these things that he should not have to bear?
Papa Wen was caught in a difficult decision.

At this moment, his son's shy longing appeared in his mind.

"In the future I will play in the World Cup."

And that firm look in the eyes that made a father unable to calm down any more.

Father Wen's fists were clenched suddenly, and he nodded strangely, as if he had made up his mind.Walking to the computer, he found the game video he had taken for his son at the beginning of the year, as well as the trophy symbolizing the top scorer in the National U13 Youth League. After taking a photo, he hesitated and opened a familiar website. Leaning on the recliner, Dad Wen said to himself: "Son, I hope you don't blame Dad."

When Dad Wen was doing all this, he would never have imagined that his helpless move today would bring a world-renowned superstar to Chinese football in the future.

Of course, this is something.

At this moment, Papa Wen lightly pressed the send button with an extremely anxious mood.

(End of this chapter)