Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Shen Bin stood in the center circle and watched all this coldly.

These people who sell fake medicine are so fucking cruel!

They took advantage of the special period when the country is now focusing on economic development. Not only did they use river water with a little pigment and industrial syrup to make fake medicines (health products) called Youwei Tianhe to cheat people across the country out of their wallets, they also brought this dirty and filthy method into the football world to harm Chinese football!

In the last minute of the first half, Liaoning Tianlun finally got a chance to counterattack. Only Shen Bin and Chen Tao participated in the counterattack. In addition to the two central defenders and midfielder who stayed behind, the two full-backs of Yangcheng Tianlun were also actively returning to defense.

After three passes and two falls, they reached the opponent's penalty area. Chen Tao dribbled the ball and tried to break through between the two central defenders, but the two central defenders closed the gap. Three of them kicked the ball at the same time, and the ball bounced out from the encirclement of the three.

The ball immediately jumped up to half a person's height. Shen Bin took a step forward and immediately kicked the ball.

The defensive midfielder of Yangcheng Rishen, who had already chased back to the right position, did not bother to express his indignation at the two defenders' childish defense. He rushed over from the wing. He did not have time to adjust his position to block Shen Bin's shot with his body. He could only raise his leg and kick the ball desperately. This was an obvious foul with the sole of the shoe shining. He succeeded. He kicked Shen Bin's knee joint. He did not retract his foot until the last moment...

The moment Shen Bin rolled on the grass, he almost doubted that his legs were no longer his own.

His first feeling was not pain, but the loss of control and sensation in his legs. It felt like a stone weighing several thousand pounds was pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He lay on the ground, his hands and feet drooping limply on the grass. The dry grass leaves and soft sand made him feel very comfortable, just like when he was a baby lying in a cradle, with his mother sitting beside the cradle, rocking it gently and singing a lullaby. He simply wanted to lie there like this forever and never get up.

He even looked at the layers of white clouds in the blue sky with his sleepy eyes, and at the vague halo of light cast by the sun behind the clouds.

He could hear countless people shouting in the stadium, the voices were so far away, so far away that it was impossible to make out what they were shouting.

He could hear his teammates cursing at the opponent who had made such a dangerous move.

He could feel many pairs of legs moving around him. Someone was leaning over him, talking to him loudly.

It seemed like the team doctor's always greasy face. The doctor's face still had the same professional indifference as usual, but his eyes revealed deep worry and anxiety.

He kept talking to himself, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

The love and hate for football are closely intertwined, and it is very difficult for fans who hope that these practitioners can satisfy them once, just once, to bring them happiness.

And those media reporters everywhere...Oh, he loves this sport, he loves these people who are immersed in the joy and pain that football brings like him!

But before a smile could even appear on his face, a tearing pain in his left leg overwhelmed him.

Then he knew nothing.

When the team doctor put his hands on Shen Bin's knees, he curled up in pain as if he was touched by high voltage electricity. Through the gaps between the bodies of the players on both sides, the audience could even see Shen Bin's face, which had been distorted by pain.

Guo Jiangping stood in the coaching area with a nervous look on his face. The breeze ruffled his white hair and the scorching sun made his face covered with sweat.

He waited anxiously for the results of the team doctor's examination.

There is no hope for this game. Just as Gao Haiyang reminded him, almost half of his players on the field performed poorly. Well, it can’t be said that they performed poorly. How could he not see through these despicable tricks?

If only a few players had problems, he could still solve the problem by substituting players, but what about the referee? What could he do? Facing the opponent's financial offensive, what could he do to defend himself? For the first time, the old coach felt so helpless about what was happening.

He no longer cares about these things. At this moment, football is dead in his heart.

The only worry now is that Shen Bin might make another mistake.

He let out a long sigh and couldn't help but clench his fists in his trouser pockets. What these bastards did... was really too much!

He will not make any deployment adjustments for the next game.

If Shen Bin cannot persist in the game, he will not make substitutions and let ten people deal with the opponent's eleven people.

So he'll be standing here until the end of the game.

Then, expose these people’s ugly behavior to the media and let these bastards never think of holding their heads up in the football circle!

He couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure in his heart.

But he immediately gave up the idea.

He can't do that.

The environment that the players are in today is completely different from the one he was in at the beginning. After he could no longer play football, he still had a job arranged by the organization, with a fixed salary and various benefits, as well as housing allocated by the unit and an enviable job. But these young people are different from him. Although they are in a good position now, they have almost nothing except the good times of playing football in the past few years.

If they can't play football, they won't have any salary or bonus. If they can't play football, they won't be able to afford a house, let alone medical insurance and benefits.

Some players don't even have medical insurance in their contracts. If they are unfortunate enough to suffer a serious injury or illness that threatens their athletic career, they may be worse off than an ordinary person.

Even if they can play football, they still have to deal with the club, coach and teammates in order to keep their place in the team.

In fact, it is to protect their interests and compete one by one...

He couldn't let these young people fall into the abyss just for his own momentary pleasure, and let their more than ten years of sweat and tears be ruined by a few words from him...

Let’s forget about what happened today.

He secretly made up his mind. He hoped that they would realize how serious their mistake was today, and that they would correct their wrong thoughts and actions. As for losing this game...

Hey, it's just a lost game.

Gao Haiyang stood beside the old coach, looking at Shen Bin who was surrounded like an iron barrel, and moved his eyes away from the court.

He raised his head slightly and saw the silent stands. He could feel what the fans in the stands were feeling at the moment.

They should be as worried about Shen Bin's safety as I am!

He wanted to remind Coach Guo that he could no longer hesitate at this time and should quickly replace Shen Bin, who was lying on the ground, for treatment.

But he knew Guo Jiangping's stubbornness. If he brought it up himself, it might backfire. He could only wait anxiously for Guo Jiangping's decision.

He once again looked towards the place where Shen Bin fell. He still couldn't see Shen Bin, but only Chen Tao and Zhu Han...

He also saw Dai Zhao, Mai Yi, Wang Dong...

He will not make public what happened today, as this will only ruin the image of the entire league. He will report the situation to the Football Association, the Sports Committee, and even higher-level relevant departments after the game.

He knew that doing so would ruin the future of these players, but compared to the gains and losses of a few people, and compared to those who quietly dedicated their youth to Chinese football, they were nothing.

If we let them come back like this, how can we be worthy of millions of fans?

Maybe he knew that doing so would be fruitless, but he had to live with his conscience.