They were all old, obviously worn and used by others, but Jiang Xinwei didn't have any resistance, and immediately changed the jersey and pants printed with No. 34, and put the changed clothes into the duffel bag brought by Su Mingming.

Soon, Su Mingming brought him to an assistant coach surnamed Qi and asked, "Coach Qi, this is a friend I introduced." Excuse me, how does he practice?"

According to Jiang Xinwei's idea, Coach Qi should introduce Jiang Xinwei to the other players at this time, and then designate him to practice with one or several players, or arrange someone to direct him to practice to get familiar with each other. Moreover, Coach Qi should also preliminarily assign Jiang Xinwei a position on the court, so as not to run around like a headless fly when he plays, or fall into the dilemma that no one cooperates with him and he doesn't know who to cooperate.

To Jiang Xinwei's surprise and disappointment, Coach Qi glanced at Su Mingming, then waved his hand at Jiang Xinwei casually, and said, "You can practice as much as you want." …… There's the ball over there. ”

Su Ming was stunned, but pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Jiang Xinwei didn't say anything, just trotted over and got a soccer ball, ready to find someone to practice with.

But when he walked into the court with the ball, he found that these teammates in front of him were as listless as Coach Qi, none of them practiced hard, and they were all coping with time. Moreover, he also found that the players who were training were all young people, and the mature, high-ranking players did not even participate in this kind of perfunctory training.

When other players saw him, they were like looking at the air, not to mention coming to practice with him, and some people were sneering at him.

Although he already knew from Su Mingming's mouth that this team was about to be disbanded, he was also disappointed. He was depressed and exercising alone, he couldn't do it without exercising, the temperature in the north was too low, and he had to keep running, otherwise he would have to freeze. To show his displeasure with these numb players, he also deliberately rushed into them with the ball, treating them as stakes and walking through them.

His behavior naturally angered some of the players, and also made Coach Qi, who was watching the training from a distance, show a hint of surprise.

A tall, thin man in the No. 42 jersey saw Jiang Xinwei's ball rolling towards him, smiled contemptuously, stretched out his foot and stabbed hard.

The ball immediately changed direction and rolled quickly in the direction of no one in the distance.

Jiang Xinwei immediately accelerated and chased after the football.

No. 42 The tall and thin man saw that there was no trace of anger on Jiang Xinwei's face, and couldn't help but be stunned, and muttered in his mouth: Fault, you kid likes masochism. Okay, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!

Soon, he also chased Jiang Xinwei's football.

Because he was much closer to the football than Jiang Xinwei, he soon caught up with the ball and added a heavy kick.

The football suddenly accelerated and rolled in a direction away from Jiang Xinwei.

Jiang Xinwei was still not angry, but just accelerated and ran.

I can't provoke people, and the thin and tall man feels that it is no longer interesting, so he turns around and walks back slowly. Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, he felt a strong force coming from behind.

Under this powerful blow, his body suddenly lost its balance and fell sharply forward......

Soon, the tall, skinny No. 42 knew that he had been hit in the back by a high-speed flying football.

The force of the ball was so great that he fell to the ground, and his face came into close contact with the lawn.

The tall and thin man No. 42 was furious, quickly got up and then rushed towards Jiang Xinwei, and said angrily: "Boy, your special mother wants to die!"

The guy in front of him slapped him in the face, and Jiang Xinwei was a flying leg at him.

No. 42 flew up with a scream and smashed two meters away.

Jiang Xinwei sneered: "Since you are a player, you have to use football to fight, not your stinky mouth!"

No. 42 was thin and tall, and the others were also stunned, even Coach Qi was stunned from a distance.

Jiang Xinwei ignored them, but quickly chased the football that was still rolling in the distance. When he got closer, he hooked his toes and the ball jumped high, over his head, and continued to climb until gravity used up its kinetic energy, and then turned down.

He ran two steps, catching the falling soccer ball in his chest, and his body carried it towards the gap in the crowd.

……

It didn't take long for players from another football team, Tiedong's down jacket team, to enter the field.

Tiedong City is a city-level city less than 40 kilometers away from the provincial capital Chuncheng. The down jacket apparel company here is very famous, specializing in the production of down jackets and shirts, which are exported to Europe and the United States, and the benefits are good. They formed a football team, because this company invested a lot of money in the football team, hired strong players, and has a place in the football world of Jibei Province.

As the players of the down jacket football team entered the stadium, some spectators came in the stands one after another.

I have to say that there are still a lot of fans in the Northeast, and there are still so many people watching the game in such a cold weather.

When the horn on the side of the court sounded and played the march, Jiang Xinwei saw the other players of his team enter the field, and also saw a middle-aged man walking behind the players with a gloomy face.

The man glanced at the players who were practicing, then stood there and watched Coach Qi run towards him.

Jiang Xinwei estimated that this middle-aged man was the head coach Ma Xiaojin, that is, Su Mingming's uncle.

Ma Xiaojin seemed to feel Jiang Xinwei's gaze and looked at him.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at Coach Qi who had already approached. After approaching, the two were muttering something in a low voice, and Ma Xiaojin's gaze occasionally swept to Jiang Xinwei, who was sprinting with the ball.

It didn't take long for the game to begin. Ma Xiaojin put Jiang Xinwei on the bench.

Su Mingming sat down with Jiang Xinwei a little depressed, gave him a down jacket, and handed him a thermos cup that he didn't know where to go, filled with hot milk.

Ma Xiaojin's gaze swept towards them from time to time, and his eyes were obviously a little cold.

As soon as the game began, Jiang Xinwei immediately discovered the huge difference between the oral liquid team and the down jacket team: the players of the oral liquid team were sleepwalking, and the players of the down jacket team were scrambling.

The female radio reporter of the Spring City Cultural and Sports Channel truthfully commented on the status of both sides: "...... , I'm sorry, I really can't evaluate the oral liquid team in our provincial city of Chuncheng. They run very loosely on the field and don't see a bit of initiative or positivity. Not to mention the lack of active running, they are still running in a very chaotic manner, and it is impossible to tell that they have rested for three days. They are a complete remnant, a ragtag army without a soul. But the down jacket team in Tiedong City is completely different, they have goals, will, and action. …… We'll see what the results of today's race will be, but hopefully a miracle will happen. ”

On the radio, the female reporter continued, in plain language: "...... Compared to the down jacket team, the oral liquid team is really an amateur team within an amateur team. Only their soul players Zhao Xiaoyun and Zhu Jing are still defending, while No. 42 player Jiang Shige seems to be in a mood, sometimes running a few times, sometimes walking like other players. Yes, they're ...... walking."

。 Sogou