The next day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zuo Qian woke up in his sleep listening to the ringtone of his mobile phone, and it was Lu Junwen who called. Needless to say, I still urged him to get up and go to the game.

My eyes squinted and looked at the time, it was not yet 9 o'clock, and it was half past eight. So early? Zuo Qian scratched his messy hair helplessly and lay back down.

It wasn't until 2 o'clock last night that he went to bed again, and now how could he want to wake up so early? But Lu Junwen's phone just kept ringing. I had no choice but to get dressed and go out of the room.

As soon as he went out, Zuo Qian was startled, there was a person sitting on the sofa in the living room, and he fixed his eyes and looked, isn't this Epic Qi? Why didn't you go to work today?

"Morning~!" Zuo Qian said hello and lazily went to wash. And Epic Qi glanced at Zuoqian, didn't speak, and still watched TV.

After washing, Zuo Qian went out, ate at the breakfast shop at the door, and drove to the gymnasium.

As soon as I arrived at the lounge, I saw that all the team members had heavy faces. It's a little strange to move to the left, what's wrong with today? Is the opponent very strong? But with me, what about the stronger opponent?

At this time, Zuo Qian saw Lu Junwen, she was not in a good mood, and seemed to be absent-minded.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Qian called out to Lu Junwen and asked, "I feel like the atmosphere is a little wrong today!"

Lu Junwen glanced at Zuo Qian, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay!"

Zuoqian scratched his head, feeling inexplicable.

After changing their clothes, everyone began to assemble.

"Today is the top 8 in the top 4, and the opponent is the Bird City team! The coach glanced at the lifeless players and sighed, "There is a new member of the Bird City team joining this year, his name is Huang Jun, and he is the son of Chairman Huang of the Chinese Football Association Association. This time, the boss and Chairman Huang of the Football Association made an agreement to release the water. ”

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If he played match-fixing, then that means that he not only couldn't score in this game, but he also had to let the opponent score. That's 1 million goals! So far, he's only scored 25 goals, and he's still 75 goals short! With this game, there are only three games left! 75 goals in three games, which means that he has to score 25 goals in one game.

It's hard to do already, and if you want to concede points today, it's 1 point, 10 goals, 10 more goals, and you have wasted so many chances. Moreover, there are only two games left! Do you want him to score more than 40 goals in each game?

Even if he wants to score, he doesn't have that chance! You know, if the goalkeeper wants to shoot, he either receives the opponent's ball, or rushes into the opponent's hinterland to shoot. But Zuoqian can't even dribble at all, how can he rush to the opponent's hinterland to shoot?

If he can't complete the mission, this is his life! These people are simply playing with his life.

Zuo Qian's qi and blood suddenly surged, rushing straight to his brain, and his fists were clenched tightly.

At this time, he saw Lu Junwen secretly wiping tears on the side. He saw the unwilling faces of all the team members, but he was helpless. Just because of one person, you have to sacrifice all these dreams, and Zuo Qian felt for the first time the cruelty of reality!

They are all young people with dreams, and now their dreams are closest to them, and this is their most hopeful moment to win the title, and it is the moment when they shine on the pitch. But sometimes, reality always turns into a sharp blade, cold-blooded and ruthlessly cut their dreams in two.

The official university crushed people to death, not to mention, the other party also has the son of the chairman of the Huaxia Football Association. If you win against his son, you will inevitably offend the president of the football association, and offend the president of the football association, do you still want to mix in football?

To put it bluntly, there is no more you in football, and there is no less than you. Even if it's a whole team, if the boss says a word, these people have to be laid off. And the boss wants to change a batch of teams, how many people are squeezed into the head?

"Does everyone understand?" the coach's tone was helpless, and he shouted weakly, and said, "Disband, enter!"

Everyone worked hard to lift their spirits, sighed and showed up. Lu Youchen came to Zuo Qian's side, saw him standing there motionless in a daze, and patted him on the shoulder, "One gain or loss is nothing, next time work hard!

Zuo Qian glanced at Lu Youchen, although he said it well, but the smile on his face was so reluctant.

What is it that has broken the waist of Chinese football? What has broken the hearts of these men with dreams? What is it?

It is the inactive Chinese Football Association, it is his selfish Chairman Huang, who only cares about his own success and death, how can he really care about the Chinese football world? They only value their own interests. Everything else, it's all bullshit!

It is such a group of people that makes Chinese football so nondescript, makes Chinese football the bottom of Asia every year, and can not even knock on the door of international football!

This is murder.

Murder of football dreamers who love football and plan to dedicate their lives to football.

Murdered one by one the Chinese people, the love of football!

Even so, you can't do anything, do you still want to resist? Even if you have the courage, as long as you show the slightest hint, you will be banned! You will never have anything to do with football for the rest of your life.

That's the reality.

Left moved numbly to the goal, standing in the penalty area in a daze, and the game started at a whistle.

He has been thinking about a question, to score or not to score, is it just for himself, keep scoring goals, regardless of the dreams of these people, then such a result will inevitably offend the whole team Chairman Huang of the Football Association Association. After all, football is not a one-man football, and if he does this, what will Chairman Huang think?

Maybe if you don't score this time, you can work hard in the next two games, and let your teammates let go of the water, maybe you can have a lot more opportunities to shoot, and then get through like this?

But in this way, at most, it is only to fight for a sixth place.

Zuo Qian doesn't have any idea about how many of them are, but what about these players? But what about Lu Junwen?

Thinking of Lu Junwen secretly wiping his tears there, Zuo Qian couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

But is there any way?

Is there a strategy for getting the best of both worlds?

Zuo Qian ran out of ideas for a while, and struggled to think desperately about his brain cells. If he does what the boss wants, he feels very aggrieved, very, very aggrieved.

What does this take for someone else's dream?

What the hell is this?

Is this still football?

It's not football at all, it's just a game played by people who think they're on top! a game of eating people without spitting out bones.