Ye Feng also had a smile on his face, Liang Qian looked at Ye Feng's smile, and found that the smile that appeared on his face was so real and sincere, this smile was definitely not pretended, but really from the heart, what was the relationship between these students and the middle-aged man and him, couldn't they know each other before.

This shouldn't be, how could Ye Feng know the principal and students of the middle school for migrant children in this suburban county?

Ye Feng saw Liang Qian's doubts, approached her, and said softly: "This Principal Qin and this student have already met with me early this morning, of course, I didn't know them before, I asked Principal Ye Tiancheng to match, I said that I wanted to play a game with the students of their school, he immediately agreed, and asked that it would be best to organize this game today." ”

Liang Qian understood, and didn't ask anything more at the moment.

Ye Feng smiled: "Principal Qin, I've kept you waiting!" Ye Feng's tone was very humble and respectful.

Principal Qin smiled: "Don't worry, just wait a little longer, and we won't be in a hurry." ”

Ye Feng hurriedly walked over, grabbed Principal Qin's hand, and said, "I didn't expect you to treat this game so ceremoniously. ”

Principal Na Qin said: "Yes, we feel very honored to be able to play with such a famous team as your Beijing No. 1 Middle School team. ”

Ye Feng nodded, turned his hand and patted the high school student's shoulder, and said, "Your name is Xiaohua, right, you are the captain of your school's football team." ”

The boy named Chu Xiaohua smiled and said, "Yes, Coach Ye, when will we start the game?" ”

Ye Feng nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, it's going to start in a while, are all your people ready?" “

Chu Xiaohua nodded excitedly and said, "It's all here, I'm waiting for you." “

Ye Feng didn't say anything more, turned back to the players of No. 1 Middle School, and said with a serious expression: "Don't ask me why I will bring you here to play, and don't think that you are playing against a group of junior high school children and feel that it hinders your identity." Remember, there is no distinction between venue and identity in front of the game, and there is no opponent for you to choose from. You just have to kick your ball, okay, that's all I have to say, just do some pre-match preparations, the game will start soon, and I will be the referee of this game. ”

The players looked at each other, their expressions were extremely bitter, Ye Feng's temperament is almost clear to them now, I am afraid that this game will be played and played, and if you don't play, you will have to play, they have no choice. But seeing those junior high school students who are not at the same level as themselves, their interest and competition ** can't be raised anyway.

Ye Feng didn't allow them to think about it too much, and blew the whistle for the entrance of the game, and the players of No. 1 Middle School had no choice but to walk into the stadium one by one with their heads down.

Liang Qian's face was on fire. If this scene is seen by the school teachers or players from other teams, wouldn't they be laughed to death, if the students in this school really want to go out to publicize it, the face of the Beijing No. 1 Middle School team will be somewhat black.

As soon as the players entered the field, the students rose up to applaud again, and the scene was very lively, although the players of No. 1 Middle School felt that they could not hold their faces when playing with a group of junior high school students who were several years younger than themselves. But when they heard this enthusiastic applause, their hearts couldn't help but flutter, and they all thought: "That's fine, let's give these children a good football lesson." ”

Ye Feng asked the players of No. 1 Middle School and the student team to stand in two rows and bow to each other, and Li Desheng, the temporary captain of the No. 1 Middle School team, shook hands with Chu Xiaohua, the captain of the student team of the part-time school. Throwing coins to choose the field, all the procedures were carried out very formally, Ye Feng seemed to use this to tell the players of No. 1 Middle School: "Don't underestimate them because they are an inconspicuous student team, take them seriously and respect them." ”

A whistle blows. At the beginning of the game, the players of No. 1 Middle School were really not suitable for this kind of field for them, which can be said to be the worst field, they wanted to speed up and run, but they were afraid of injury and did not dare to let go of their hands and feet, and wanted to set up formation and play tactics, but they felt that it was a bit embarrassing in front of this group of amateur children, and they always felt that there was nothing to do with this group of amateur and general junior high school students in terms of ball skills, tactics, cooperation, and physical fitness, so most of the players in No. 1 Middle School started their personal performances after taking the ball.

Although the conditions of the court are not good, the physical fitness of the players in a middle school can make up for this very well, and the occasional tactical short pass can send the ball to the penalty area, and after half an hour, the players in the first middle school are already 10-0 ahead of the student team.

The best player in the student team in terms of ball skills and physical fitness is the captain named Chu Xiaohua, who is running all over the field, and he is not tired at all, while the other members of the student team have already exerted a lot of physical strength (playing football with No. 1 Middle School, they have far more physical strength than usual), but the expression on their faces is still excited, and the ** of the game seems to be more intense.

Before the end of the half, the No. 1 middle school team scored three more goals, and a child of the student team rubbed his calf on the ground when the defensive tackle was broken, and a long hole was worn out, and the blood flowed nonstop, but Ye Feng did not blow the game, he insisted on the child holding on to an injured leg until the last second of the first half, and what surprised the players of No. 1 Middle School and Liang Qian who was sitting on the side of the court was that the players of the student team and the students outside the field did not complain about Ye Feng at all. They didn't seem to see the kid hurt at all.

As soon as the first half ended, the injured child finally sat on the ground, and his teammates quickly ran to his side at this time and carried him out of the field, and Ye Feng also followed, looked at the child's injury, and shouted to Liang Qian from afar: "Take our team's hemostats and gauze, hurry up." The voice was eager.

In front of so many people, Ye Feng couldn't use Zhenyuan to stop the bleeding quickly, so he could only take the public method, fortunately, although this child left a lot of blood, it was not a big problem.

Even if Ye Feng didn't say it, Liang Qian had already wanted to go over to help the child, and seeing that the child had shed so much blood, Liang Qian's heart was also very nervous.

Helping Ye Feng take care of the child's wounds, Liang Qian was already sweating profusely, and couldn't help but blame Ye Feng and said: "What are you doing, knowing that this child is injured, you still don't stop the game." ”

Ye Feng's face was expressionless, but his eyes were very solemn, and he said, "Because I know." The kid was hungry for the game, he had been looking forward to it for an unknown amount of time, he wanted to play with these players in No. 1 High School, even though he was injured. But I believe that in the last few minutes, he will definitely be able to persevere, and he will want to persevere, and he will succeed. ”

The injured child's eyes were full of tears, but he couldn't bear it and said in a low voice: "Ye ...... Thank you, Coach Ye. ”

Hearing the child's words of thanks to Ye Feng, Liang Qian's heart suddenly soured. In this child, in addition to being strong, Liang Qian can better understand his love for football, that kind of love from the heart, which really makes Liang Qian can't help but burst into tears

In the second half, the injured child did not play. But he did not leave the break, but sat on the sidelines, cheering for his classmates, although his body was injured, his shouts were still hard and bright.

The second half of the game was still no suspense, the first team still led the student team by a large score, and the physical exertion of those children was huge. The speed of running slowed down, and several of the children had cramps.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng temporarily stopped the game, leaving a precious three-minute break for those cramping children, but taking advantage of this gap, he walked in front of Liang Qian and Zhou Tao. With a solemn expression, he said: "I hope you two can take a good look at this game, not only to see the results, but also to see some other more important things." ”

The competition continued, and the children worked very hard, and it was clear that they were all doing their best. The surrounding students are also very hard-working, the cheering has never stopped, and they have not been a little relaxed and frustrated because their team is behind by a big score, and their enthusiasm has never cooled.

But the players of No. 1 Middle School, when the game was played to this extent, they actually had some fear of these children, these children were really terrible, the more they came to the last moment, their physical strength became more and more vigorous, they would encourage each other loudly every time they looked at each other, their faces were full of fighting spirit and winning **.

A miracle finally happened, the student team finally won a corner kick with unremitting efforts, and after this corner kick came out, the child named Chu Xiaohua jumped high and burst out with an amazing force, his body was far thinner than the defender of the No. 1 middle school team, and his physical confrontation ability was too far apart, but at this time, Liu Jian, the defender of No. 1 Middle School, was actually facing this child, and when facing his face full of goals and fighting spirit, Liu Jian's legs were a little weak, The boy just went over his head and slammed the ball into the goal.

Goalkeeper Sun Yang didn't seem to have expected that at the end of the game, this student would burst out with such incredible ability and strength, he almost didn't make any saves at all, and watched the ball fly into the goal.

The players of the student team roared excitedly and rushed over, pressing Chu Xiaohua, who was also extremely excited to rush to the sidelines, to the ground, their faces were overflowing with the expression of excitement of victory, although they only scored a goal, they seemed to have won the whole game.

The whole school was in a state of flux, and the students outside the stadium rushed into the stadium, cheering and holding hands in a circle to round their players, chanting their names in unison.

The players of No. 1 Middle School were dumbfounded, this game was obviously won by a large score, the score board outside the field was clearly written in white chalk, the No. 1 team won 25-1, but why is the current scene like it is reversed, it is the children who win, and they are the losers.

Ye Feng slowly walked to the middle of the group of children, walked in front of their goal hero Chu Xiaohua, smiled, took Chu Xiaohua's hand, and said: "Very good, after going back today, tell your father, just say that I appreciate you very much, if you want, if your father agrees, if your comprehensive cultural score is okay, I will help you go to high school in the first middle school, and you can officially join the team of Beijing No. 1 Middle School in the future, but you have to make a choice, whether to study hard to enter the university or realize your biggest dream to play football, I believe that the final outcome is also up to you. ”

When the surrounding classmates heard Ye Feng's words, they all gave Chu Xiaohua a thumbs up and praised: "Okay, Xiaohua, you can finally realize your dream, you can finally become the best high school team in the whole capital." ”

Chu Xiaohua's face turned red, obviously he was also extremely excited in his heart. He held Ye Feng's hand tightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Ye Feng nodded to each of the players on the student team, turned to the principal, and shook hands with him. "Your students are all good, and with their spirit, their future lives will be full of hope and brilliance." ”

The principal smiled silently, but he hugged Ye Feng tightly with both hands and didn't say a word, but Ye Feng already understood the affection in his heart.

Ye Feng turned back to the players of No. 1 Middle School, his face became serious, his gaze swept over the faces of each player, and finally stopped on Zhou Tao's face. asked: "Zhou Tao, do you think we won or lost today's game?" ”

Zhou Tao was silent for a while before he said, "We won the ......" The players of No. 1 Middle School all had smiles on their faces, and heard their captain say the words they won in person. Their hearts were relieved, and before that, they had always had the illusion that they had lost this game.

After a short pause, Zhou Tao's next sentence completely knocked their happy mood to the bottom. I only heard Zhou Tao say again: "But in fact, we actually lost." Zhou Tao's tone was very calm, but at the same time very firm.

The players were stunned, they obviously won, why did their own captain say they lost?

Ye Feng asked Liang Qian again, "What do you think of this game?" ”

Liang Qian's expression was solemn, but she replied without hesitation: "We did lose." And it was a terrible loss. ”

The players looked at each other, even more puzzled, why did even Liang Qian say this, could they really play football so badly in this game?

Ye Feng raised his voice and said, "This game." There is a big disparity in strength, as a player who has won the championship of the Beijing High School League, you have no interest in playing, you don't have any desire to win**, your ball is ugly, but for those children, they have shown great desire to win** and fighting spirit, they did not have the slightest timidity and nervousness because they are playing with a team that is much stronger than them, on the contrary, they showed extraordinary perseverance and unity in front of you, they encouraged each other, never gave up, and finally they scored, It was just a goal, but for them, it meant the ultimate victory. ”

The players of No. 1 Middle School heard Ye Feng say this, their expressions were a little unconvinced, among which Li Desheng couldn't hold back a little, and said in a low voice: "But the game still depends on the result in the end, we are twenty-four goals ahead of them, and the final result is that we won by a big score after all." ”

Ye Feng shook his head and said: "You're right, in terms of score, it is true that our No. 1 team won in the end, but what I want to tell you is that if it is the same venue, if you are also in today's competitive mentality and state, if your opponent is not these children, if it is replaced by any league team with the same strength as yours, then can you still achieve the current score, do you dare to be so conceited that you finally won the victory?" ”

The faces of the players in No. 1 Middle School dimmed, and Ye Feng's words just now were like a giant hammer, smashing into their hearts, and a cold air came out of everyone's spine, yes, if it was replaced by any high school league team, according to their state of the game today, they would definitely be the ones who lost the game by a big score.

Ye Feng sighed and continued: "You have to remember that in the arena, everyone is equal, you can't despise any opponent, you should all know the story of the tortoise and rabbit race, there are countless examples of the weak defeating the strong, in the face of these children who are much worse than you, you are too conceited, too proud, you have lost a player and even any athlete must have a quality, that is, modesty and prudence, and more importantly, you lack the most valuable spirit, That is mutual unity and encouragement, although you won the score, but you lost the fighting spirit, you must know, in the future, on the real court, in the face of more powerful opponents, your only magic weapon to win, is strong willpower and tenacious fighting spirit, but in today's game, I did not see your willpower, because each of you is afraid of injury, I did not see your fighting spirit, because each of you did not seek to win. What you really lose is not the score, but your heart. ”

The players' heads were lowered, Ye Feng's every word was like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts, completely tearing apart the arrogance and conceit they tried to hide, under the tenacious fighting spirit of those children, they finally found that they were really losing completely, losing a defeat, just as Ye Feng said, they lost their mentality.