Make a change: e.g. Jakiba changed to Jukitiba.

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The base of Juquitiba is about 60 kilometers away from São Paulo in a straight line, and the bus drove for two hours to reach the outskirts of São Paulo.

At this time, it was already about ten o'clock in the morning, and the periphery and stands of the training ground were already full of local residents.

Sao Paulo is a giant of the Brazilian league, beating Barcelona and AC Milan in the Toyota Cup this year and last year, winning the title of "World Champion" for the second time in a row.

"This is the youth training base of the Brazilian giants? It's too shabby, isn't it? As soon as he got off the bus, Zhang Xiaorui sighed at the football stadium with only half of the stands.

"You deserve to be shabby?" Li Jinyu spit on the side and said, "No matter how shabby they are, they don't have to weed by hand!" ”

"Huh? They thought, there must be grass to remove! Zhang Xiaorui was not to be outdone, and immediately replied.

It's no wonder that Zhang Xiaorui took advantage of the loophole, this stadium can be seen at a glance that it has not been maintained for a long time. The positions of the penalty spots in front of both goals have been "polished", revealing the yellow grit underneath.

"It's not a training ground for São Paulo's youth team." Ou Chuliang shook his head and explained, "To be precise, this is the training ground of Sao Paulo's U16s, and it is the second team of their youth team. ”

"The second team of the second team?" Li Jinyu reacted immediately.

"Sort of, do you think they can send a bunch of 18-year-olds to play with us?"

Most of the members of Jianlibao are 77 or 78 years old, and this year is only fifteen or sixteen.

"Well, I thought I could play against their youth team!" When Zhang Xiaorui heard this, there was a trace of regret on his face.

"Youth team? You're really dreaming! Do you think we're qualified? Li Jinyu said mercilessly. Just your two hits, you can't even touch the ball on the pitch when you play against their youth team! ”

"I can't touch the ball? You won't be able to touch it! You can't even play! ”

"Who do you say can't play?"

"You, that's what I'm talking about!"

Without paying attention, Zhang Ga and Watermelon Taro, two living treasures, quarreled again.

"Xiaoliang, what are you looking at?"

Knowing that Jianlibao was competing today, Zou Xiaoqing and Brother Liu decided to stay in Brazil for another week before leaving.

After today's match with Sao Paulo, Zou Xiaoqing will take the equipment and Brother Liu to Europe to transfer back to China to end this expatriate trip.

So they left the room early this morning, and it was the last day of the interview with the team.

"I didn't see anything, I just felt a little emotional." Ou Chuliang pointed to the other side of the stadium without stands and said, "Sister Zou, do you know why Brazilians love football so much?" ”

Following Ou Chuliang's fingers, Zou Xiaoqing saw a group of local residents barefoot.

The stands were already full, so they had to come to the dirt slope that came to this side, and sit next to each other, waiting for the game to start.

"Why?" Zou Xiaoqing said curiously.

To be honest, since she came to Brazil, she has been focusing on Ou Chuliang, and she has not thought about anything else.

"Because football can change their destiny." Ou Chuliang said loudly.

"In Brazil, if a child plays football well. Then he will not only change his own fate, but also the fate of the entire family. That's why people here, young and old, love football very much. ”

And for the whole country of Brazil, victory on the football field also means that their national power is "strong". This may sound ridiculous, but it's true. ”

"Don't look at the fact that Brazil is not a small country, and its per capita GDP is about the same as ours. But they have been enslaved by the Europeans for so many years, and they do not have a strong cultural heritage to support them, so they are destined to have a bumpy road to development. ”

Speaking of this, Ou Chuliang smiled slightly, pointed to the goalkeeper of the São Paulo youth team who was warming up on the other side of the stadium and said, "Sister Zou, look at that person." ”

Following Ou Chuliang's fingers, Zou Xiaoqing saw a young man dressed like Ou Chuliang.

"Huh? Really! Xiaoliang, how do you know? ”

When he saw the man's face clearly, Zou Xiaoqing showed a surprised expression on his face. When he was on the bus, Ou Chulian told him that the goalkeeper in São Paulo must not be a black man.

Brazil is a multi-racial country, and there are not a few people with black, yellow, and brown skin. And the newspaper in Ou Chuliang's hand did not have a photo of the goalkeeper of the Sao Paulo youth team, so Zou Xiaoqing has always been skeptical of Ou Chuliang's speculation.

"Nothing surprising, do you know about the Maracanã tragedy? Since then, there have been few black goalkeepers in Brazilian clubs. ”

"The Maracanã tragedy? What is that? Zou Xiaoqing took out a newspaper from his bag and put it on the ground, and sat down with Ou Chuliang.

The breeze blew, and Zou Xiaoqing's long hair shaved on Ou Chuliang's face. The main goalkeeper of Jianlibao looked ahead as if he didn't notice it, and fell into memory.

"After World War II, Brazil also began to rebuild after the war, and hosted the 1950 World Cup, which was reinstated."

Before the start of this World Cup, in recognition of FIFA President Remet's creation of this event, the World Cup championship trophy was officially named "Remet Cup". ”

"At that time, Brazil was in ruins, and all Brazilians wanted the football team to win the World Cup on home soil."

"Actually, the mighty Brazil are really one step away from the championship."

"At that time, the format of the World Cup was different from now, and in the final four it was a group round-robin, and whoever had more points was the champion."

"By the time of the final round, Brazil had beaten Sweden 7-1 and Spain 6-1 to secure the top two in the group."

"Uruguay, on the other hand, were held to a 2-2 draw by Spain and beat Sweden 3-2."

"In the last game against Brazil, Brazil only needed a draw to win the championship."

"On July 17, 1950, Brazil and Uruguay played the final match of this World Cup at the Maracanã Stadium."

At that time, Brazilian officials even prepared more than a dozen gold medals for their own players in advance. Even Remet, then president of FIFA, only prepared a speech in Portuguese for Brazil's victory. ”

"In the end, the Uruguayans won?" Zou Xiaoqing interjected at the right time.

"That's right, football is round, and until the last minute, no one knows what will happen."

"Is a football round?" Looking at the round football on the field, Zou Xiaoqing fell into deep thought.

"That's true." "Brazil scored first, and then Uruguay took advantage of the counter-attack and penetrated the Brazilians twice in a row. ”

"At the end of the game, there was silence at the entire Maracanã stadium."

As a guest of honor, then-FIFA president Remet, who arrived in the dressing room early from the VIP seat, did not see Uruguay's second goal, and he thought Brazil was the winner, as he had done before. But when he walked to the arena after the game with the Remet Cup, he was dumbfounded, and the whole scene was dead silent, there were no officials, no guards, no national anthem, everything here seemed to be forgotten that there was also the award ceremony. ”

"Everyone looked at the Brazilian team in the stadium in disbelief and the Uruguayans didn't even dare to celebrate."

"Remet walked alone to the middle of the pitch and handed the trophy directly to Varela, and this is the end of the most shabby award ceremony in the history of the World Cup."

"As soon as the game ended, a fan shot himself."

"What? Suicide? How so? Is he crazy?" Hearing the dead man, Zou Xiaoqing's face was full of surprise. As a girl who doesn't know much about football, she can't figure out why this suicidal fan became so extreme.

"Surprised?" Ou Chuliang snorted lightly, "After that, there were at least 10 Brazilians who committed suicide by drinking bullets. 10 people, are they all crazy? ”

"I... I don't understand. Seeing Ou Chuliang's shining eyes, Zou Xiaoqing flinched.

Somehow, the boy, who was six years younger than her, suddenly grew taller in his eyes at this moment. Behind him, there seems to be an invisible and magnificent dharma image.

It wasn't until later that Zou Xiaoqing knew that it was faith.

"Nothing I don't understand." Ou Chuliang shook his head and sighed, "After losing that game, the most intuitive thing people saw was the 10 people who committed suicide. And this ball still invisibly affects Brazil. ”

"At that time, after the end of World War II, Brazil was given a ticket to the industrial age as a victorious country, and its national pride was doubled."

"I still remember that at that time, there was a Brazilian foreign minister named Alanna who proudly boasted: 'Brazil will definitely become one of the most economically and politically influential countries in the world'."

"The loss of this game not only made Brazil lose the World Cup, but also took away the country's development opportunities. Brazil's economy has been set back for at least a decade, if not twenty years, and has not made any progress. ”

"And July 16 is also known as National Disaster Day by Brazilians."

"Oh my God, how can this be?" Hearing this, Zou Xiaoqing's face was finally full of shock.

It's horrific enough for a fan to shoot himself because of a game loss, but a country of that size is stopped because of a game and eventually loses the opportunity to develop?

"This, that's too, isn't it?"

"Nothing nonsense." Ou Chuliang also had a sad face at this time, "Anything happens, there is the inevitability of the times. If you put yourself in Brazil's shoes and consider the situation in Brazil at that time, it is not difficult to see how fragile Brazil, which invested huge national feelings in this game and was too blind before the game, was in that moment. ”

"It was a huge blow to the whole country, and it even gave that generation of Brazilians a sense of inferiority that was 'inferior'. You say, how can a country thrive in such an environment? ”

Hearing this, Zou Xiaoqing calmed down. She was reminiscing about the story Ou Chuliang had just told, and for a moment, she also became one of the 20W fans, arriving at the magnificent Maracanã Stadium to witness a final that turned from joy to grief.

Football, what the hell are you and why do you have so much magic? Why is there such a big charm?

After a while, Zou Xiaoqing came back to his senses from thinking. At this time, Ou Chuliang had already put on the brand new sneakers he had brought from China, and was meticulously tying the laces.

"Xiaoliang, what does this have to do with the black goalkeeper?"

"It's a big deal." Ou Chuliang said while tying his shoes, "The goalkeeper of the Brazilian team at that time was the black goalkeeper Barbosa. ”

"After he retired from the army, he left behind a famous quote: 'The maximum sentence in Brazil is 30 years, but I have been serving a sentence for a crime I have not committed since 1950, and I have been serving it to this day...'"

"The other day when I was going to the shops in Jukitiba, I saw a woman pointing to a picture of Barbosa and said; Look, this is the one who made the whole of Brazil cry! ’”

"Since then, there has been no black goalkeeper in the Brazilian team. And a top club like Sao Paulo, a top club in the Brazilian league, will not train a black goalkeeper. ”

While Ou Chuliang and Zou Xiaoqing were telling the story of football that would affect the whole of Brazil for decades, a 20-year-old named Dida started his professional league at Brazil's Victoria Football Club.

"I see." Zou Xiaoqing nodded.

Before this, she simply regarded Ou Chuliang as a young and handsome football player; After listening to Ou Chuliang's narration, she found that Ou Chuliang attracted her not only by her appearance, but also by a passion for football.

After a while, seeing that Ou Chuliang was still sitting on the ground and bending over, Zou Xiaoqing suddenly laughed out loud, stepped forward and stretched out his hand and said gently: "I'll help you..."

"Uh... What's so embarrassing about this? Seeing that the shoelaces in his hand were snatched away by Zou Xiaoqing, Ou Chuliang's originally serious face turned red all of a sudden.

Zou Xiaoqing's hand was very skillful, just a little around his fingers, and then he tied the lace of a shoe.

Ou Chuliang raised his head and glanced around, and found that Li Jinyu and Li Tie were peeking at him not far away, their eyes glaring.

"Alas!"

Ou Chuliang was also secretly annoyed, although he could sew complicated nets, he could also use a needle to wrap the thread back and forth on the negotiable trousers.

But he just won't tie his shoes.

To be precise, it is to combine two straps in a specific way into a fixed buckle.

Ou Chuliang is really not very good at this.

"So when you were shy, huh? Captain Ou?! Zou Xiaoqing quickly helped Ou Chuliang tie his shoelaces, stood up and winked at Ou Chuliang playfully.

"Ahem, ahem... Thank you. It's going to be a game right away, and we'll talk about the rest after the game. Ou Chuliang also stood up, moved his ankles and limbs, and hurried to the court.

"Huh~~~"

Seeing Ou Chuliang come to the court, the players who had eaten melons for a long time collectively scorned them.

Although Ou Chuliang is the captain, at this age, what boy is not interested in the opposite sex?

What's more, Zou Xiaoqing is really good-looking.

"Don't make a fuss, hurry up and line up and warm up!" Deputy captain Zhang Ran shouted loudly and relieved Ou Chuliang of the siege.

Just when Ou Chuliang was about to thank him, Zhang Ran rubbed his hands and leaned over to Ou Chuliang and whispered, "Captain, how did you do it?" Teach me two hands? ”

"Get out!"

There was a commotion on Jianlibao's side, but São Paulo's side was already ready to go and adjusted in place.

In the crowd, a short man pointed at Ou Chuliang from a distance, and said with a solemn face: "Paulinho, it's the guy in the red sneakers, you have to be careful, his foot skills..."

"Isn't he a goalkeeper?" Before Thiago could finish speaking, a haughty voice interrupted him, "No matter how good your skills are, what can you do?" ”