Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

"Come down, come down!"

"Ye is about to be crushed into a can of sardines by you!"

Amidst Elanga's laughter and cursing, Ye Chen's upper body pile of people came down one by one.

"Hiss..." Elanga looked at Ye Chen, who was at the bottom of the crowd, and gasped.

"Ye, are you okay?"

I saw Ye Chen facing down, lying on the ground with his back on his back.

Disheveled and disheveled hair.

It's like being beaten up, and it's like being...

"H-Help me up..." Ye Chen felt a lightness on his body, and then twisted his neck with difficulty and turned his head.

He saw a dozen teammates forming a circle, looking down at him.

"Come on, let's throw our big hero up!"

I don't know who suddenly yelled, and the atmosphere in the crowd was brought up again.

Ye Chen was raised by his hands and feet, thrown high by his teammates in a circle, flew in the air, and was caught again.

"leaf!"

"leaf!"

"leaf!"

The teammates threw Ye Chen up and down, usually calling his name rhythmically.

It was a warm and sunny August afternoon in Manchester.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the white clouds in the blue sky.

The shouts of teammates linger in my ears.

Their innocent smiling faces flashed before my eyes.

He enjoyed the cheering and jumping, and the bright summer sun.

This is Ye Chen, the beauty of youth that he has never enjoyed before.

At this moment, Ye Chen fell in love with football from the bottom of his heart, this damn sport!

The head coach of Inter Milan came to shake hands with Manchester United coach Risch.

"Congratulations, Lisch, you have won a victory in a difficult situation!"

"Hahaha, you're talking about Chivu," Risch could hear, and Inter Milan coach Chivu was a little unconvinced, "But your strength is also very strong, and your players' personal skills are better than ours. You deserve to be the champion of the Youth Champions League. "

Facing Lisch's thumbs up, Chivu waved his hand helplessly.

He looked at Ye Chen who was thrown high by the balls on the court.

This yellow-skinned, black-haired child, with a smile on his face, is full of youthful breath,

"Lisch, where did you get such a powerful kid without telling me?" Chivu pretended to be angry and said to Lisch.

Chivu and Risch are old acquaintances.

They have a pretty good personal relationship, and they can get together several times a year, and they will greet each other in text messages on holidays.

This time, Inter Milan traveled thousands of miles from Milan, Italy to Manchester, and it was Risch who invited Chivu with special intention.

"My old friend, you have wronged me," Lisch spread his hands, "This kid is called Ye, and he is from Huaxia Kingdom, and he was not recruited by me, but was stuffed in by Manchester United's marketing department, who said he could open up the huge Huaxia Kingdom market."

"Huaxia Kingdom?" Chivu's eyes widened.

He originally guessed that Ye Chen was of Chinese descent from a European country, or from South Korea and Japan, where football is well developed.

I just didn't expect Huaxia Kingdom.

This is not surprising.

Because in today's five major leagues, apart from playing for the Espanyol in La Liga, there are no Chinese people anymore.

On the contrary, China's neighbors, South Korea and Japan, have produced many stars.

Sun Xingmin of Tottenham in the Premier League, Daichi Kamada of Frankfurt in the Bundesliga, Shinji Kagawa of Dortmund in the Bundesliga, and Makoto Hasebe of Schalke 04 and so on.

The names of these people often appear in the five major leagues, and they all occupy the main position of the team.

But in China, apart from martial arts, I have never heard of any famous players.

Therefore, China is often overlooked in the field of European football.

"Lisch, you have to pay close attention to this kid. Do you know who reminds me of his violent shot?"

"Who do you remember?"

Chivu smiled slightly, "Fortunately, you are still the coach of Manchester United."

"In the 2009 Champions League, Cristiano Ronaldo faced Porto's shocking long-range shot from 40 yards!"

Chivu's words brought Lisch's thoughts back to ten years ago.

In that year, he was still the head coach of Manchester United's u16.

In that Champions League away game, Risch was also on the scene and witnessed Ronaldo's goal against the sky.

This goal also won the FIFA Universal Cash Award that year, which is the World's Best Goal of the Year Award!

"Hahahaha, Chivu, when you say that, I do remember."

"It's a pity," Lisch paused for a while, and looked at Ye Chen, "This kid seems to be average except for shooting. It's a pity..."

But the way Chivu looked at Ye Chen was obviously different from that of Risch.

There was a strange light in Chivu's eyes.

on the field.

Ye Chen was finally let down by his teammates.

In this game, Ye Chen, as the main starting player, played the full 90 minutes.

Whether it is on the defensive end or the offensive end, he has played well.

Especially on the offensive end.

One goal and one assist, and a lore before the end of the game.

It can be called the best in the game!

When Manchester United's teammates celebrated passionately with Ye Chen.

There is one person, but alone.

Savage.

This Manchester United U17 genius boy seems very out of group at the moment.

He stood alone in the distance, watching Ye Chen being thrown up and down by his teammates, laughing and laughing.

Savage glared at them, and said sourly:

"Isn't it just winning a friendly match, is there such a thing to be happy about?"

The Manchester United u17's midfield offensive engine did not perform well in this game.

Maybe it's because I'm eager to express my personal ability, and I always hope to have a disk to create space.

But in the face of Inter Milan's defenders, the thin Savage was repeatedly intercepted.

It was very dangerous several times, allowing Inter Milan to counterattack directly and almost conceding the ball.

In previous games, Savage was always the brightest star in the team.

Even opponents will give him a thumbs up for his performance.

But today, in this game against Inter Milan, Savage looked bleak.

That's how it is in football.

Sometimes the more you want to perform, the more restricted you are by your opponent.

Until the mentality is out of balance, the kick becomes worse and worse!

Savage kicked the water bottle off his feet angrily, turned around and walked into the locker room.

"Savic, don't go!" Elanga ran over and grabbed his arm.

"Why, I can't take a shower?" Savage glared at Elanga.

"Hey, of course you can take a shower," Elanga said with a smirk on his face, "But please don't forget the agreement with Ye, I've heard it all, you can't go back on it!"

Ye Chen also walked over.

"My dear Savage, a man must keep his word."

"I scored a goal in this game, are you going to call Dad?"

Ye Chen and Erlanga were condescending and blocked Savage.

Savage opened his eyes wide, slightly flustered:

"What are you talking about, Dad, I don't understand!"

"Don't understand what? I heard you betting with Ye Chen!"

"Yeah, I heard that too."

"We've all heard it, don't try to renege on it!"

Several Manchester United teammates also came over and looked at Savage with ill will.

This Welshman, relying on his talent, often taunts his teammates on weekdays.

It's ugly to say the least!

It seems that the whole world is rubbish, just like you Savage can play football!

If you seize an opportunity now, you must humiliate him well.

Surrounded by his teammates, Savage blushed, and the veins on his forehead popped out, arguing:

"A random bet on the field doesn't count!"

"It's a joke between me and my teammates, how can you take it seriously!"

Then there were some difficult local dialects in Wales, such as "I'm going to the first team", and "You are just a substitute", which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Elanga grabbed Savage by the collar and said meaningfully:

"Boy, did you find a street girl on the street in Manchester three nights ago, and went into the house with her?"

Savage was taken aback, struck by lightning all over his body.

Elanga looked at his teammates with a smile before continuing: "I was driving by and took a photo with my phone. If you don't fulfill your bet, I'll sell the photo to The Sun."

"I'd like to see if Solskjaer, the owner of the first team, wants you to join the team as soon as the "Sun" reports!"

"The Sun" is a famous British lace newspaper, famous for reporting celebrity lace scandals.

Which big football star cheated on his wife, whose family had an illegitimate child outside, and so on, the content is very popular among the people of England.

As the young star with the best potential in the Manchester United youth team, Savage will definitely be loved by newspaper editors, who will add fuel and vinegar to him, and vigorously exaggerate him.

At that time, Solskjaer may have to consider whether to recruit Savage into the team.

Savage's legs immediately went limp, and his eyes were full of despair.

This hit hit his weakness!

"Don't, don't, don't, I yell, I yell!"

"Everyone in Huaxia is my father!"

"Everyone in Huaxia is my father!"

"Everyone in Huaxia is my father!"

Savage yelled three times in one breath.

Ye Chen laughed out of breath, and nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know, I have a son in Wales who was found looking for a lady, I know, stop shouting, I can't afford to lose this man!"

There was an atmosphere of joy among the crowd.