Druid in Marvel

Hell's Kitchen Community High School's championship game ended with the cheers of 8 people at Metropolitan Stadium.

In fact, the fans in the entire stadium who came to watch the game were not all from Hell's Kitchen. In fact, except for the front of the stadium stands, more than half of the seats in the back were filled by people from other places in New York.

As a result, the performance of the Hungry Wolves won everyone's love. They were tough and passionate. Except for their tactical quality, their performance was impeccable.

However, ball games below high school do not advocate excessive emphasis on game tactics. This is an age point where talent and bravery can determine victory or defeat. Here they can truly enjoy the fun of the game.

The Wolves' offense in this game basically relied on Harry's pocket steps and hand-to-hand passes to allow Jamal to rush the ball.

That kind of bending down while holding the ball, charging like a bull, tearing the Bald Eagles' defense to pieces.

There are no dodges, footsteps, or tactics. I just knock you away and score a touchdown. This simple and crude offense is really in line with the taste of the fans.

When the scouts in the stands marked Jamal's name heavily, the entire stands shouted his name.

The Hungry Wolves won the game with a disparity of 56:14 without any suspense.

The two touchdowns of the Bald Eagles were due to Steve deliberately letting the team go and playing with a full bench, which gave them a chance.

The hardest thing about this game was not the players on the field, but Director George who stood firmly in the Bald Eagles' dugout.

The respected police chief couldn't stand the sight of the kids at Regis Middle School being beaten to the point of complete collapse. He personally came off the field during halftime to cheer up the kids and cheer them up to fight back against the hungry wolves. team pressure.

Alvin on the sidelines jumped excitedly when the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game.

The community school finally had an honor that it could hold onto, which made everyone in the school very happy.

Zach and Anton, who had been waiting in the tunnel for a long time, put old Parker on their shoulders and rushed onto the court the moment they heard the whistle.

William, who had been sitting on the field without breaking a sweat except for the opening touchdown, saw old Parker being carried up by two tall college seniors. He jumped up and rushed over, carefully helping the dizzy old Parker. Came down and hugged him happily.

Zach and Anton looked at each other, grinned and patted William on the shoulder, then rushed to the side of the drink barrel.

Amid Peter's horrified eyes, they lifted the drink bucket and rushed behind Alvin, pouring the cold liquid mixed with drinks and ice cubes onto Alvin's head.

Alvin, who was attacked by a sneak attack, shuddered, turned around and glared at the two fucking boys, and cursed: "Did you make a fucking mistake..."

Alvin, who was roaring, had not finished swearing. Behind him, Steve and Stark, who didn't know when he was going to leave, were holding champagne in their hands and spraying expensive drinks on him.

Alvin was bathed in the rain of champagne and his whole body was filled with the sweet taste of the drink. Faced with the joyful attacks of several bastards, Alvin picked up a bottle of champagne and shook it vigorously. Finally, after looking at the label, he decided to take it back and drink it. …

The gangster bastards who had been sweating in the stands throughout the game were not so fierce now. They sang a newly-composed war song under the leadership of Boss Yade's Italian brothers...

"We are wolves, wolves from hell.

We are born hungry, and only honor can calm me.

We have sharp claws with which we tear the throats of our enemies.

Only when the hot blood flows into my throat will we be satisfied..."

Alvin watched Nick take little Ginny with a team flag to go to every player to sign it.

When today's MVP Jamal saw a little girl who was no taller than his own thighs, grinning and waving her little fists to shout to him, the tall, strong black boy grinned happily and held the one that he was going to take back as a souvenir. The football was thrust into little Ginny's hands

, then put her on his shoulders and accompanied them to find autographs for his teammates.

Alvin, who was soaked all over, stood in a circle with his hands on his hips and smiled, listening to the singing from all directions. Then he happily looked at Steve, who was holding champagne and swallowing it, and said, "I think I kind of like this." It feels like this. Please be sure to notify me when the team has games in the future. The feeling at the scene is very different!"

Steve laughed loudly after hearing this and came over to give Alvin a hug and said: "You did not perform well. As a principal, you did not receive a yellow flag warning. This is not the style of Hell's Kitchen.

But you will have plenty of opportunities in the future. Swearing at the referee is the most enjoyable thing for me. "

Alvin watched in amusement as several referees with autograph books in their hands stood behind Steve with pale faces. It seemed that they came to Steve for autographs, but Steve seemed to let them down.

Steve followed Alvin's gaze and looked back at the referees. He shook his head funny, hugged each of the referees, and said, "I'm sorry, man, I didn't target you."

As he spoke, Steve shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "Those are children, and it is illegal to swear at them. You should be able to understand me."

Several referees looked at each other and shook their heads in amusement. When the New York City hero in front of him was off the court, whenever there was a penalty that was not conducive to the Wolves, he would spit the last sentence to himself with a huge voice. Popular swear word of the century.

In fact, anyone who really knows football can see that Steve is more like a fan than a head coach. His strength is to convince those rebellious children.

The bald middle-aged referee shook his head and handed the autograph book to Steve with a wry smile and said: "Hurry up and sign it for me, my son is your fan.

To be honest, it takes an older person to understand the curse words you cursed. I always thought you were deliberately showing off your retro style.

Man, this is actually not cool at all! "

Steve smiled awkwardly after hearing this, signed several referees' books, and then said helplessly: "I slept for too long, maybe I should update my swearing database."

Norman Osborne didn't know when he changed into a jersey. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders, held the helmet he used in this game in his hand, and went to the players one by one to sign their names.

When passing by Steve, Norman Osborne put the helmet in his hand and said, "Hurry up and sign your name. This is an important honor for the Osborne family."

Steve nodded to several referees to say hello and ended the conversation. Then he signed his name on the helmet in a funny way, looked at Harry and said: "It seems that your father is more concerned than you, but you My physique is still too bad. I will come to my basement more often, where I have fitness equipment that I assembled myself.

It's so deserted every time when it's just Richard and me. I'm surprised at how lazy you are. "

Harry stared in surprise as his coach applied eye drops to him in front of his father.

Seeing his father nodding in agreement, Harry sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I do need some muscles. Mary Jane also said that she likes stronger guys."

As he spoke, Harry looked at Alvin and said hesitantly: "Principal Alvin, we want to hold a celebration party. Do you think we can..."

Alvin squinted at Harry, and glanced at Norman Osborn, who had a smile on his face. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "Yes, why not, we won!"

Remember to take your teammates to eat something good, and turn off the lights in the school dormitory before 12 o'clock. You know the consequences of staying up late at night, right?

We have classes tomorrow, remember not to be late..."

Norman Osborn said that Alvin didn't even want to speak, turned around and left to go to the dressing room to change clothes, leaving a depressed Harry complaining to his father. "How can we do this? You can't drink, you can't stay up all night, what kind of party is this?"

Norman Osborne patted his son on the shoulder helplessly and said, "How about I donate some money?"