Football: The immortal legend on the green field

When Shen Bin returned to the hotel, he saw team captain Dai Zhao, center back Mai Yi, goalkeeper An Longbiao and roommate Wang Dong laughing and getting ready to get into a taxi at the door.

Shen Bin glanced at them coldly, then turned around and went to Room 302 on the third floor. He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door of Guo Jiangping's room, but then put it down again. Did he have any evidence that they had played a fixed match? Was it because Dai Zhao didn't score that crucial penalty kick, or was it because Dai Zhao's eyes were wrong?

He had no substantial evidence, and would anyone believe what he said as a teenager?

Putting down his hand and returning to his room, Shen Bin went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went to the 6th floor to have dinner. He didn't know that he was discovered by Wang Dong when he saw Dai Zhao and the other three taking a taxi at the hotel gate.

When Shen Bin entered the hotel gate, Wang Dong leaned over and whispered something in Dai Zhao's ear. Then Wang Dong did not get into the taxi with Dai Zhao and the others. He returned to the hotel alone and followed Shen Bin.

When Shen Bin walked to coach Guo Jiangping's door and was about to knock, Wang Dong was so scared that his face turned pale and his legs kept shaking as if he had the malady. If he had not been standing at the corner with his hands on the wall, he would have fallen to the ground. After all, he was only a 19-year-old young man.

When Shen Bin finally gave up knocking on the door and returned to the room, Wang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his sweaty hands, took out his cell phone tremblingly, and called Dai Zhao. He didn't know how Dai Zhao comforted him, but his complexion slowly returned to normal, and he hurried downstairs.

Shen Bin had dinner on the 6th floor and returned to his room on the rd floor.

The room was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of cigarettes. Wang Dong was seen lying on his back on the bed with a cigarette in his hand, staring at the ceiling with a dull look in his eyes.

The TV was on with the volume turned up very loud, and a disgusting advertisement was playing on it. In the picture, a young woman in a swimsuit was twisting her waist and buttocks: "Watermelon frost allows us to hold on to our youth."

Shen Bin went forward to turn off the TV. Wang Dong suddenly couldn't hear the sound of the TV and suddenly jumped up from the bed like a rabbit hearing the sound of a shotgun.

The two of them just stood there, staring at each other, motionless.

Wang Dong was defeated by the eye contact and slowly lowered his head.

Shen Bin turned and walked to the window and opened it. The heat wave from outside rushed into the room, the temperature in the room slowly rose, and the smell of smoke in the house was also taken away.

Shen Bin just silently looked at the night scene of Jinling City with dim lights outside the window.

When Shen Bin no longer smelled the smell of smoke, he turned around and saw two stacks of banknotes tightly tied with brown paper bands on his bed.

How is this going?

All the blood in Shen Bin's body rushed to his head. His face flushed, and he turned around and stared at Wang Dong.

"What do you mean?"

He forced the question out of his throat, his voice so hoarse that even he was shocked.

"Dai Zhao gave us a total of 10 yuan. At first, Dai Zhao got 4 yuan, and I, Mai Yi, and An Longbiao each got 2 yuan. Because Dai Zhao was the one who contacted us, we had agreed that he would get an extra yuan.

Now Dai Zhao has decided to take you with him, and he gave you the extra portion he took."

You also saw it before you entered the hotel. The four of us were getting in a taxi. We were going to meet the Yanjing Guards to discuss how much money we could give for handing over the ball. I didn't go with them. Dai Zhao arranged for me to follow you to see if you would go and report it.

Fortunately, you are sensible and did not report us. You have no evidence, so we can sue you for defamation. Will the team leader and coach believe you, a 15-year-old kid, or the four of us who are 4 or 19 years old?

Besides, the team was already short of players, so even if they had doubts, they couldn't do anything to us at this time! Without four of us, there was no way we could play the game.

We have no choice. The training fees are getting higher every year. If we don’t think of a solution, one day we will not be able to play football because we can’t pay the training fees.”

Wang Dong's words wandered around the room like a ghost.

Shen Bin's face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Money is what he wants most at the moment, because without money his football dream may be ruined, but his father's words and deeds since he was a child have always reminded him that he should not take the money.

Accepting it would mean that he would become a robber like Wang Dong, Dai Zhao and others who betrayed the hard work and sweat of others.

He could feel that behind this money there was probably a temptation from Wang Dong, Dai Zhao and others to see if he would join them and become their accomplice.

In an instant, all these thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

He walked over, picked up the money from his bed, and stuffed it into Wang Dong's hand, "I don't want it."

Wang Dong took the money and threw it heavily on the bedside table. He grabbed Shen Bin's jersey and lifted it up with force. Shen Bin immediately had difficulty breathing.

Wang Dong yelled at Shen Bin viciously: "What the hell do you mean! Are you trying to ruin our business? Don't be shameless. If you dare to ruin our business, we will kill you."

Shen Bin looked at the other party in horror, "I won't report you... Yes, you believe me, I didn't knock on the coach's door just now..."

Wang Dong slowly let go, but his eyes were still glaring at Shen Bin fiercely.

"Their collection of training fees is the same as your match-fixing. No matter how many people complain, no one cares. I won't take your money, and I won't ruin your business..."

After Wang Dong calmed down, he lit another cigarette, took a long puff, and then slowly blew it out, saying indifferently: "Actually, if you want to play in the team, it's better to accept this money. Don't you think it's too little?

Not enough to pay for next year’s training fees?

On the last day of the match against Yanjing Guards, their club has money, we may get 30, if you agree, you can get 5, plus the , you can sign a formal contract like everyone else at the end of the year, I don't want to go to school, I want to play in the team. "

"I promise you that I won't report you, but you always smoke in the room and it affects my rest. Come with me, and let's go and discuss with Master Yang who is in charge of logistics. I want to move to 316." After saying that, she pulled Wang Dong to room 306.

After applying with Master Yang, Shen Bin got the key to Room 316. Wang Dong helped Shen Bin pack his things and moved to Room 316. After Wang Dong left, Shen Bin locked the door and sat on the bed alone. It was too scary. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been beaten. It's better to stay away from these people.

Because so many things happened today and he was frightened by Wang Dong, Shen Bin couldn't fall asleep.

I was exhausted and dazed, and didn't close my eyes until after 11 o'clock in the evening.

It’s still that familiar smell, when the sky is shining.

Shen Bin was possessed by spirit again. Shen Bin/Garrincha stood on the sidelines of the Maracana Stadium. The Maracana Stadium, which can accommodate more than 5 fans, was packed. In the stadium, under the instigation of extreme fans, the slogans and insults became extremely intense.

There was a huge sense of oppression coming from all directions at the scene.

Shen Bin/Garrincha were so frightened by the fans' abuse that their minds went blank.

This is the first game of the Rio de Janeiro League, Botafogo against Bonsuceso. No wonder the fans are so dissatisfied with the home team, they have reason to abuse.

Shen Bin/Garrincha looked up and saw the scoreboard on the side of the field: Botafogo 1:2 Bon Sucesso.

Bon Sucesso is a weak team in the Rio de Janeiro State First Division. Facing such a team, they actually fell behind in the first half.

Seeing Shen Bin/Garrincha’s pale face, “Don’t be afraid, it’s useless. If you want to prove yourself, then cheer up!” The old man Luke slapped Shen Bin/Garrincha on the back of the head.

"Don't be a wimp, kid! Go ahead and put the fucking ball into the other team's goal, just like you did in training yesterday."

Shen Bin/Garrincha scratched his head, it hurt a little, but he was still extremely nervous inside.