Twilight

The former Italian goalkeeper Zoff believes that saving penalty kicks is not a skill that can be improved through training, because the goalkeeper will always bet on one side when saving penalty kicks. What is needed at critical moments is intuition, not technology.Standing on the sidelines with arms crossed, Yang Chu also sweated for Huang Wenxuan. Thinking of the statistics the team had made before, in all the games Huang Wenxuan played, the percentage of penalty kicks saved was 20.00%. Well, this data is destined to be rewritten tonight, but she has no idea whether the number behind the percentage point will increase or decrease, because fluttering is like Russian roulette.

In front of the TV, Zhao Jianfei was listening to the beer, turned his head and shouted at Yan Duo in the study: "The favorite part of the fake fans is coming, penalty kicks, do you want to come out and watch?"

The sound insulation effect of the study room is not good. Even if the door is closed, the passionate voice of the commentator on the TV can still be heard. In fact, Yan Duo, a pseudo-fan, has not read the book much. He has heard what happened on the field. At this moment, Zhao Jianfei With such a roar, I suddenly remembered what Huang Wenxuan said to him that day. He said that he felt that he was not a whole with his teammates. He said that there was little cooperation between them. He said that he felt lonely most of the time.At this moment, standing in front of the goal, will he feel lonely?When Yan Duo realized it, he found that he was already walking towards the living room.

"Stop reading brain-dead novels, you are young and lethargic." Zhao Jianfei rolled his eyes at Yan Duo and scolded.

"You're just as stupid if you don't watch it." Yan Duo replied angrily, but his eyes were fixed on the TV screen.

The camera is showing Huang Wenxuan, he is bent and squatting, all his attention is on the opponent's No. [-] penalty kicker, his eyes are dark, staring at the front without blinking.Under the high-definition picture, his hair and the sweat on the tip of his nose are all visible, but his face is extremely calm. He packs and hides his emotions so well that no one can see anything.

Yan Duo felt his appetite being grabbed by a five-shaped hand, and suddenly twitched.

With the whistle of the referee, the opponent No. [-] ran up and the ball flew up. Huang Wenxuan jumped to the side of the goal. The ball was saved from the crossbar and flew out of the baseline from above the net.

Zhao Jianfei clenched his fist and couldn't help cheering.

On the court, Zhou Xu was the first to rush up to hug Huang Wenxuan, and lifted him up high. Just as he was put down, other teammates rushed up and engulfed him.

The rebroadcast footage was given to the coaching staff, stands, and opposing players in turn, and then replayed from two other angles, and then back to the game, the ball had already reached halftime.

"How is it? Great?" Zhao Jian looked at Yan Duo as if asking for credit, his joy was beyond words.

Yan Duo sat down on the sofa, picked up a can of beer, pinched the body of the bottle with his right hand that was in plaster, pulled off the lid with his left hand, took a sip, and said, "It's not you who threw it out, so there's nothing to be happy about. "

"Hey, let me drive, your arm is not healed yet."

Yan Duo raised his neck slightly and took another sip, the wine swirled around under his tongue and slipped into his throat, then he turned his face and teased at Zhao Jianfei, "When will your TV be able to continue to charge?" ? If you really have no money, how about I help you pay the arrears first?"

"..." Zhao Jianfei struggled for a while, endured the curse, patted his chest and said confidently: "I have money, but I just forgot it."

Yan Duo withdrew his gaze, raised his neck and took another sip of wine, looked at the TV, and continued to hit Zhao Jianfei tepidly, "Well, you are quite busy."

"...You weren't like this before, why did you become like this? Young man, what have you been through these years?" Zhao Jianfei said half-jokingly.

Yan Duo glanced sideways at him, but the dark light in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and then he narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said awkwardly, "Guess?"

Zhao Jianfei was startled, then grinned.

Yan Duo was really not like this before, now he seems to have his own enchantment, that enchantment seems to be watertight and safe, but Zhao Jianfei always suspects that there are great secrets hidden in the fortified barrier, he approached with doubts and curiosity This person wants to pry something out of his mouth, but this person's mouth is very tight and his skin is very thick. When you touch his back scales, it seems that the set of social etiquette does not exist in him at all. He also doesn't bother to find any high-sounding reasons to maintain your superficial harmony, he will clearly let you feel his displeasure.

He stared at you blatantly after the enchantment, with a sense of warning. If you choose to continue crossing the boundary, he doesn't care to turn his face immediately.

Zhao Jianfei didn't dare because he knew it.

(change)

Back in Tongcheng, the team gave everyone a half-day off. The team members disbanded at the airport and went back to their homes.

Yang Chu chased after Huang Wenxuan dragging his suitcase, "Go home directly?"

"Ah."

Yang Chu looked around, and after confirming that there was no one else, he said, "Why don't I spell that number for you? You don't speak Chinese well, so it's normal for you to have a hard time spelling it out. But such a person disappears as soon as he says he disappears. Do you want to think about it carefully?" one time?"

Huang Wenxuan held the handle of the trolley case, bowed his head and remained silent.

Yang Chu couldn't say anything more, "Actually, that... don't think about it, maybe you just forgot the QQ password, and I often forget the password." After she finished speaking, she herself felt that this comforted her very much. powerless.

"Hmm." Huang Wenxuan responded sullenly.

(change)

It rained heavily in Tongcheng this weekend, but the race schedule was not changed due to the weather and people's wishes, and it went on as scheduled.

Because of his bad form, Zhou Xu did not start this game. At this moment, he was wrapped in a thick coat and sat on the bench with Yang Chu, who was sitting next to him, casually chatting about the situation on the court. Then they talked about Huang Wenxuan who saved him from the peak of public opinion in the previous game: "Xuanzi caught a cold when he went back."

Because of the disparity between home advantage and strength, XX team is currently in the lead in tonight's game, both in terms of the scene and the score. It is almost difficult for the opponent to advance to the front of the XX team's penalty area. It was raining and windy, and the temperature on the scene had dropped to 21 degrees Celsius. The other players were fine and had been moving around. Their bodies were hot, but the goalkeeper felt as if he was standing in the rain. Yang Chu was thinking about Huang Wenxuan's recent mental state, and looked down. Glancing at his watch, he said worriedly, "Including stoppage time, there are almost 10 minutes left."

The coach and assistant coach on one side were discussing tactics loudly in Portuguese.Xiao Liang, the team's translator, listened intently, and then conveyed to Zhou Xu: "Cu Shuai said that the GZ team has been playing us on the left, and Cheng Tao's side is a little too much. Let you warm up and get ready to play. Although you are leading by two goals now, but You still have to attack, the defense can no longer shrink back, and you have already accumulated three yellow cards, the coach asked you to pay attention to the range of movement, if you receive another yellow card, you will be suspended for the next game."

After getting along for a long time, Zhou Xu can actually listen to a lot in Portuguese, but in order not to make mistakes, he still listened carefully to Xiao Liang's report, then took off his jacket, and ran back and forth on the track on one side to warm up.

Zhao Jianfei didn't come to watch TV at night. I don't know if he paid the fee or was busy. Yan Duo got rid of the idol burden of being a self-respecting pseudo-fan. On the sofa in the living room, drinking beer while watching the football game.

He was watching a local TV station, and the two commentators were of course from the local team, and their positions were very clear. Since there were not many outsiders watching the local TV station, the two of them had no scruples in their words, and they did not hide their complacent tone.

The female commentator joked briskly: "Huang Wenxuan is going to catch a cold when he goes back."

Yan Duo looked out the window and thought, "It's raining a lot tonight, so the temperature shouldn't be high."

The male commentator echoed with a smile: "Yes, yes, there were not many shots all night, and the female fans who turned around should be unhappy."

Yan Duo thought disdainfully: "Vulgar, we, Xuanxuan, don't pay attention to female fans."

Female commentator: "Speaking of which, the XX team's signings this summer have been very successful."

Yan Duo felt that he was about to become a barrage with the function of complaining, "Nonsense."

Male commentator: "Yes, I remember that Xiao Huang wore the No. 22 jersey when he was in the Eredivisie, right?"

Female commentator: "That's right, it's always been this number."

Male commentator: "Does this number have any special meaning to him? After all, goalkeepers rarely wear this number."

Yan Duo's pseudo-fan attributes were exposed: "Is there really no other goalkeeper wearing this number?"

Female commentator: "That's true. But as far as I know, the 22nd is his birthday, and he is also our big Capricorn."

Yan Duo thought to himself: "Tangtang seems to have a horoscope guide."

The male commentator: "So that's how it is."

Female commentator: "Are you going to make a substitution on the sidelines?"

The male commentator: "Hmm, let me take a look, the replacement is... No. 6, um, it's Zhou Xu."

Yan Duo remembered Zhou Xu, and couldn't help thinking: "He won't give the opponent another penalty when he goes up, will he?"

Female commentator: "In the last game, Zhou Xu gave points for fouling, thanks to Huang Wenxuan."

Yan Duo felt honored, and smiled miserly.

Male commentator: "Yeah, after the game Zhou Xu even posted a Weibo post."

The female commentator: "I also saw that Weibo. He posted a blog late at night to thank Huang Wenxuan. He is also a sweetheart. Even though Huang Wenxuan didn't open Weibo, I don't know if anyone in the team told him about it."

Yan Duo thought: "It turns out that he hasn't opened Weibo yet, no wonder his account cannot be searched."

……

The two explanations continued to babble one after the other. Yan Duo slowly rested his hand holding the can on his knees. He looked at the French windows at the end of the living room. The next water mark after another, like ripples.

His thoughts suddenly became very light and soft, floating and unrestrained.

In the dusk of that night, Yan Duo's expression of lowering his eyebrows and studying the manual came to Yan Duo's mind again, and he heard himself sigh heavily in his heart.