May 25, 2004 Cloudy and clear

It's the first time I've felt this atmosphere in all my years of playing.

On a normal match day, there are very few people watching the football field except for the cheerleaders of the two teams.

But today, somehow, the pitch was full of people. Even the balconies and windows of the school buildings and dormitory buildings near the playground were full of people.

It was a final that was played out in advance. These are two teams that are both very champions. The whole school understands this.

So it's no wonder that so many people are paying attention to this game.

Standing on the court, I was much more excited than the audience.

As a high school intramural football game, the atmosphere is fantastic.

What's even better is that the level of the first and sixth classes of senior high school is not at all comparable to those teams before.

It's the kind of opponent that deserves our best to deal with it, and it also allows us to completely immerse ourselves in the joy of playing.

In the first half, we played both offense and defense, but we didn't make any achievements and it ended 0-0.

This is the game, what was the previous thing? At halftime, one of the players said with some excitement.

yes, they're so strong. Another team member chimed in.

We are also very strong, come on in the second half!" Meng San said with a smile.

To my surprise, Brother Feng seemed quite calm. Although this match he has been looking forward to for a long time.

At the mobilization meeting before the game, Brother Feng only said, "With the glory of the fifth class of the second year of high school, take them!"

And at halftime, he didn't say a word, just sat there and drank water.

Could it be that after personally experiencing Fu Minghao's strength, Brother Feng was shaken?

But when the referee reminded us to get ready to play at the end of the break, I saw a Feng brother with firm eyes and a high fighting spirit all over his body standing up.

Let's go, brothers, it's time to go and win our victory.

Brother Feng said confidently, which gave me goosebumps.

This is after the bus incident, I once again felt the feeling of being reassuring to stand behind Brother Feng.

The second half began.

Fu Minghao's team is indeed strong, but they don't seem to have been able to see Brother Feng's determination.

One of their attacks hit us near the penalty area, and Meng San saw the opportunity to reach forward, stuck his position, and snatched the ball from the feet of their striker.

At this point, their men are almost in our half, so it's a good opportunity to fight back!

Meng San glanced up, picked up a kick and went straight to our front line.

And I'm lying in ambush there.

Although I can't use my physical advantage to play like Meng San, I have my own magic weapon.

The defender who marked me clearly failed to remember the lessons I taught him with my pace in the first half.

The ball was flying in the air, and I was almost flying close to the ground.

The defender was thrown away by me, and I could only shout out to his teammates to come and help.

Meng San's pass was just right, and I caught it!

took only one step forward, and successfully entered the forbidden area of the sixth class of high school.

I have two options before me.

I can take another step away from the defense and face the goalkeeper directly, or I can pass the ball to the middle one more time and let the better position of Feng Ge shoot.

Either way, the goal conceded by the sophomore class seems inevitable.

But I neglected one person.

That is Fu Minghao.

This guy is like me, skinny, but fast.

I don't know when he appeared behind me.

But even though he followed, the ball was at my feet.

We were both running at high speed, and I just had to change the tempo, stop the ball, pull it down, and get rid of him completely.

As soon as I thought so, my feet immediately moved.

But I always underestimated Fu Minghao.

Just as I stopped the ball and was about to pull it away, this kid just shoveled it.

You know, our school pitch is made of cinders, not turf.

It's the first time I've ever seen anyone dare to tackle a ball on a pitch like this!

But Fu Minghao really dares!

So I was tackled to the ground with the ball.

I was shoveled out by Fu Minghao and fell heavily to the ground, and the fire in my heart "poofed" up.

Is this TM kicking?

This is deliberate harm!

Before I could feel the pain, I turned over and stood up and walked towards Fu Minghao.

What do you want to do?

I questioned him.

He also stood up, looked at me and didn't speak.

That's when the referee hurried over and pulled me away.

Senior sophomore class 5, No. 17, fake fall plus disrespect for opponents, yellow card warning!

The referee said, then pulled a yellow card out of his butt pocket and raised it at me.

What do you say? I faked a fall? I have a yellow card?

I looked at the referee and couldn't believe what he said.

The yellow card caused a lot of dissatisfaction in our team, and everyone gathered around.

It's all right, Xiaoyang. Brother Feng walked up and asked.

I shook my head.

I didn't suffer any physical injuries, but I was very unhappy.

Brother Feng, this ball ......

Don't worry, look for another chance. Brother Feng interrupted me, and then blocked back all of our own team members who were surrounding me.

I don't know if it was deliberate or what, I saw Brother Feng turn his head and glance at Fu Minghao.

The two didn't talk, but I knew that this game was more meaningful.

Before, I was worried that Fu Minghao would take action against us if he knew about me and Su Qingqing. But today, it seems that no matter whether there is such a thing or not, we and Fu Minghao are always on the opposite side, and there will eventually be a battle.

So I was at ease.

You wait for Lao Tzu to see if Lao Tzu doesn't break your door!" I thought to myself.

The next game was particularly tragic, and the two sides fought each other and turned a game into a group fight.

Although the referee was clearly biased in their favor, it was not easy to go too far in full view. Therefore, there are countless yellow cards on both sides, and there are losses for each other.

The game came to the 83rd minute and we won a corner.

Xiaoyang, you go to the free throws. Brother Feng walked up to me and said to me, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head.

I know it.

Brother Feng is not tall, but he has a very high ball quotient. For the technical work of grabbing some points, it is not wrong to hand it over to him.

Letting me take free throws is his affirmation of my footwork. He needs a great opportunity to land.

But I'm a little less confident.

Not for anything else, just because my left foot hurts so badly right now.

I suffered some injuries to my left foot from a fight with the other party before, and although I was able to persevere, the pain became more and more intense as time passed.

I was supposed to refuse a free throw, but I wasn't reconciled.

I want to kill Fu Minghao and them desperately!

So in the end I was still standing next to the corner flag and waiting for the referee's whistle.

Adjust the angle, run, and kick!

I endured the pain in my left foot, used all my remaining strength, and kicked the ball high into the penalty area of the sixth class of high school.

But the exhaustion and pain deformed my technique a little, and although the ball flew at my preconceived angle, it seemed to be less powerful.

Brother Feng, Meng San, Zou Long, and several players in the team with good headers were all in the penalty area, but the trajectory of the ball could not pass the opponent's defenders at all.

Oh no!" I exclaimed.

However, I seem to be underestimating Brother Feng's ability.

Brother Feng dodged and dodged in front of the player who was in charge of marking him.

He bypassed the defence in a split second and headed towards the ball.

The other party was stunned by his sudden movements, and he didn't have time to step forward to block it.

But I took the penalty too hard, and I couldn't head it with a half-body ball.

Brother Feng also realized this.

But the defenders who were chasing after him helped a lot at this time.

Brother Feng leaned his back against the player behind him, and then raised his foot sideways and swept towards the ball.

With the body of the opposing defender, Brother Feng's whole body came over.

This ball is strong and sinks, and it flies straight into the net nest of the sixth class of high school!

The ball is in!

1:0, we are ahead!

Brother Feng didn't get too excited after the goal, but stood up and gave me a thumbs up.

I didn't expect my slightly weaker pass to create such a classic goal, I happily ran to Brother Feng and hugged Brother Feng with all the teammates who rushed up to celebrate the goal.

After the goal, I turned my head to look at Fu Minghao.

The guy stood there with his hands crossed, his face furious.

None of his teammates dared to look up at him.

It's a great feeling!

Brother Feng's wonderful goal completely broke down the psychological defense of the sixth class of high school.

Although Fu Minghao, who was unwilling, roared at his teammates, wanting to organize a counterattack to recover a goal. But there is so little time left for them.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle and the game was over.

We won!

At this time, the atmosphere of the whole stadium was hyped to the highest point.

The crowd cheered, and I even saw someone fall from a flower bed on the side of the pitch because they were so excited.

Brother Feng accepted the bows of the crowd, and we were surrounded by enthusiastic spectators.

Meng San put his arm around my shoulders and smiled like a child, saying something in his mouth.

But the crowd cheered so loudly that I couldn't even hear what he said.

At this moment, I understood why people should have their own teams. This moment of collective pride will become a beautiful thing you will never forget.

I remembered that Chongshu once said that he also wanted to be like this.

But he didn't get to experience it, but I did.

So I can understand why he desperately wanted to follow Brother Feng and them in the first place.

What we need is not a backer, not a helper in the fight, but like now, we need a team that can accommodate all our pride and pride, and we need brothers like Brother Feng who can happily hold us and laugh.

After all, human beings are social creatures, and we can enjoy solitude once in a while, but we cannot survive in solitude.

Great, I don't have to deal with loneliness.

But I think Fu Minghao is going to face loneliness.

Because I saw their team disbanded on the spot from afar, the depressed Fu Minghao sat alone on the other side of the court with his jersey hanging on his shoulders.

I thought to myself.