In anxiety and panic, Gao Jinsong spent three days trembling.

The 20,000 yuan given by Chen Mingcan and Zhang Chi is really hot......

From the moment he accepted the black money, an invisible burden pressed on his heart like a mountain, making him unable to straighten his waist or raise his head. This pressure was too great, and the terrible fate of being exposed and severely punished by the club haunted him like a ghost, making him afraid to go out, and even more afraid of the panic and panic of people seeing him, so he had to lock himself in his room. In the past three days, he didn't go anywhere except for training and eating, and he didn't even set foot in the team doctor's room and gym, just stayed in the dormitory, turned on the TV, and lay in bed or buried in the sofa**. He doesn't even have the courage to respond to his teammates' greetings, let alone communicate with others; As long as the gaze of others swept over him, his heart involuntarily tugged together; Whatever someone said, he would prick up his ears for fear of missing a word, but after a few moments he could no longer remember what someone was saying. He always felt that others already knew about his collection of black money, and others must be talking about it, and the coaching staff and the club already knew about it, and were having a meeting to discuss how to clean them up...... He's going to get fired for sure, and then the news will spread so fast that no club will ever want to give him a contract at that point. Like a frightened rabbit, he waited in fear for that disastrous moment. He became in a trance, couldn't eat or sleep well, couldn't keep up his spirits at all during training, and was scolded by Zheng Changsheng several times for this. Just this afternoon, during training, he was kicked into the grass nest by the old coach who was annoyed and angry because of his distraction. That is, at the moment when he was kicked by the old man, his mind was a little clear, and he seemed a little energetic. He lay on the ground, grinning at the kick - fortunately, it seemed that the club didn't know what they were doing......

He was now in a daze on the couch, oblivious to the changing characters and colors of the TV evening, and deaf to the host's witty conversations that made people laugh. Even though the air conditioner in the room was turned on to the fullest, sweat kept pouring out of his forehead and the tip of his nose, and his throat was so dry that it seemed like it had been burned by fire, and it took a lot of effort to swallow his saliva.

You shouldn't have taken that money! Once again, he regretted his stupidity, and in frustration he hammered his head, which was about to fall to his chest. But it's too late to say anything now, he can't tell why he accepted this dirty money at that time, and if others question his motives for jumping out to expose it, the judgment of "uneven distribution of spoils" will definitely not run away, and this will definitely ruin his future - at least don't think about playing football, and no club will accept him as a person with a criminal record. So he didn't dare to take the initiative to go to the club. And he was reluctant to give up the 20,000 yuan, although they were hot to the touch, but this was also money, if this matter was not exposed in the end, wouldn't he be able to swallow it unconsciously? Chen Mingcan has always been very safe in doing things, and he should not leak the news; Zhang Chi ate not much less meat in his mouth than Chen Mingcan, and he would not publicize it. But will anyone else say it? At the slightest movement, they're all done! In this way, it seems that he should take the initiative to go to the club to clarify the facts and admit his mistakes......

He was constantly caught in a cycle of remorse and luck, and his mind was full of confusion and chaos.

He couldn't help but envy Chen Mingcan and Zhang Chi very much. They also collected money, but they were as frank as no one, they should eat and play, and just after dinner, they also discussed calling the hotel front desk to ask for a car, saying that they wanted to go into the city to "relax". They also casually invited him, but after he refused, they didn't insist, and went away with a smile.

Thinking of their relaxed appearance, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. He can't compare with them, they are the main force, the current situation of the club makes Sun Junshan and Zheng Changsheng dare not do anything with them for the time being, but they are different, a little grasshopper like himself, the club can clean up as much as it wants, and shout that he will roll up and get out, and it is impossible for him to stay in this air-conditioned room for one more night......

Someone is knocking on the door. The sound is not loud, and it is very rhythmic, but this knock on the door is like a gong ringing in Gao Jinsong's ear, and it is more like it is directly buckled on the tip of his heart. Panicked and in a trance, he didn't remember what he said, but vaguely saw that assistant coach Dai Zhenguo walked in with a bang, and carefully checked his face, and said something worried.

Seeing that Gao Jinsong's forehead and sideburns were full of sweat, his face was red and blue, and his mouth was unclear, Dai Zhenguo waved his hand, signaled him not to get up, and asked again with concern: "Are you sick?" Why is your face so bad? ”

This time, Gao Jinsong heard clearly. He used his two soft arms to support the armrests of the sofa, wanting to stand up and give up a seat for Dai Zhenguo, and in a hurry to find a reasonable reason for himself: "I fell asleep watching TV." I had a nightmare and let the nightmare ......"

Seeing that he was going to make tea, Dai Zhenguo stopped him and said, "Don't pour water, I'm just passing by and coming in to have a look." Let the dream be frightened, you can just wash your face......"

After washing his cold face, Gao Jinsong calmed himself down, he walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed solemnly, chatting with Dai Zhenguo. He didn't know what Dai Zhenguo was doing for a while, saying that he was doing a ward round on the coaching staff, but it was too early, saying that he was deliberately coming to talk to himself, why didn't he see Coach Zheng? Could it be that this conversation is the meaning of Coach Zheng? You're going to be reused by the team? As soon as the thought came to mind, he was pushed back to the bottom of the water by himself - the starting list for tomorrow's game had been announced at the tactical preparation meeting in the morning, and he was still a thunderous substitute.

"It's nothing, I'm just going to walk around." Dai Zhenguo said with a smile. He drank lightly, just after eating a little wine with a few club officials, he felt dizzy, others took advantage of the wine to sing, he didn't want to show off his broken voice, plus he never liked to be lively, so he simply declined the invitation and came back to talk to the players - the team's results are not good, and the mood of the players is also very low, although even he is only a little bit of luck looking forward to the pie in the sky, but there are still six games in the future, the same has to play well, play well, these players can have a way out next year……

After gossiping, it was seen that Dai Gui was not to collect black money to set his own words, and the hanging stone in Gao Jinsong's heart gradually let go, and he slowly let go, so he told the process before and after the disbandment of the provincial team in this province and the current situation of himself and three or five good teammates for more than a year, which also made Dai Zhenguo sigh for a while.

"What about your province's youth teams and youth teams? Also disbanded? Dai Zhenguo asked. He has been working in youth football since retiring from football, having spent time in several football-backward areas in the country and in Pakistan for three years, so he is more concerned about what the football foundation in the province looks like now.

What else? The adult team was disbanded, and the echelon naturally did not exist.

"There are a few people in the youth team and the youth team who have gone to other provinces, and they are top ......" As for the others, their situation does not need to be described by Gao Jinsong.

Dai Zhenguo was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "This is something that can't be helped. The former Football Association changed the second division league to the first and second league, originally thinking that the word 'A' could keep some more fire for the backward areas of football, which can also seek more benefits for the players and coaches in these places, but you are not a big sports province here, and the funds are not as abundant as other places. If you can hold on for another year, even if you can last for another two miles, maybe the situation will be completely different...... Even if the football project can't be done, the qualification of A B can be sold for a good price, and you players will not suffer that kind of crime. ”

Dai Zhenguo's words were more like emotion, which made Gao Jinsong silent.

Seeing that it was almost time for the players to turn off the lights and rest, Dai Zhenguo stood up and said goodbye, and when Gao Jinsong sent him to the door, he turned around and instructed: "Tomorrow's game is very important for the team, and you should rest early." Only his voice echoed in the quiet corridor, thin and pale, which made him feel a sense of desolation. Obviously, the vast majority of the players are not in the dormitory, or even in the dormitory.

He wanted to say something more encouraging to Gao Jinsong, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and finally only said: "The game, first of all, is the ...... for yourself" and left.

This sentence without a beginning or end made Gao Jin loose for a long time. Until he was lying in bed, he was pondering the taste of Dai Gui's words. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything. In a daze, he slowly fell asleep.

That night, he didn't have to endure torture for that damn black money again......

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I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by the organizing committee of the tournament, or if the luck of the new era was too bad, all eight of their group games were the first of the match day - kick-off at 3pm. It's the hottest time of the day, and the blazing sun turns the earth into a giant steamer. Standing on this side of the field, on the opposite side of the stand, everything seemed to twist and sway slightly as if it were shrouded in a glass cover that was not so pure. The neat grey concrete seats shone with a blinding white light. Even the voice of the stadium announcer is so weak, when the new era changes players, there is no audience in the stadium echoing the announcer's provincial Mandarin without the slightest moisture: "...... Up on the seventh, down on the eleventh. ”

It was a game that was more intense than the temperature, and from the moment the referee blew the opening whistle, both sides immediately got into the groove, and when the No.7 player of the new era was carried off the pitch by the stadium staff in the 24th minute of the first half, the atmosphere gradually heated up......

The empty field was filled with the shouting and scolding of the players. The muffled sound of a person colliding with a ball can be heard at any time in various locations on the field. Occasionally, there was a moment of silence, as if the stadium that had been chaotic just now suddenly came to an end, but when we listened carefully to the fading sounds, suddenly, after the heavy collision of the ball and the legs and feet, there was immediately a sigh of regret, cheers, shouts, laughter and scolding, mixed with a few words of authentic Beijing Mandarin.

"Press out! Press it out! ……”

The best chance in the second half! Didn't get in......

Zheng Changsheng sighed and sat back in the coach's seat. Just half a minute ago, the corner kick of the new era caused chaos in the opponent's penalty area, the opponent destroyed his own players four times in a row, three shots in succession, and finally failed to score, Zhang Chi's last shot may have touched the defender's body, but the goalkeeper of Beijing Xingren, who had long lost his position, actually stopped the ball with his foot, and then the ball soared into the sky like a lit rocket, and fell far into his own backfield.

On the field, the players gathered in the Beijing Xingren penalty area poured out like a tide, and suddenly pounced on the half of the new era.

Sun Junshan, the general manager and team leader of the new era, muttered unpleasant words, sat down in disappointment, wiped his hand on his face full of oil and sweat, and didn't care about wiping all the sweat on his straight pants. He also spat on the ground very unsightly, and turned his head as if to say something to Zheng Changsheng. But the old coach's serious expression made him have to swallow back what he wanted to say, and he took two paper cigarettes from Dai Zhenguo on the other side and gave one to Zheng Changsheng.

He leaned on Dai Zhenguo's lighter to light a cigarette, but looked at Zheng Changsheng with a biased face, and asked in a low voice, "Director Zheng, do we have a chance?" ”

Zheng Changsheng simply ignored this stupid question. With a cigarette in his hand, he straightened his waist and stared intently at the situation on the field with his head half-held high, thinking about how to break the deadlock in front of him. But he really couldn't come up with any ideas for a while. It's all because the situation on the pitch is so messy.

There is no conscious coordination on the part of their own team, let alone any tactics, and more often than not, they just kick the ball into the opponent's half, and then let the two high forwards look for opportunities for themselves. The opponent Beijing Xingren is the same, there is no tactic, the duty of the defender and the two midfielders is to kick the ball to the front court and try their luck in the melee. Neither side has any tactical guidance, no purpose and no effective organization, which results in both sides blindly attacking forward for most of the time until the opponent effectively dismantles the attack, but also brings another interesting and terrifying phenomenon, many times both sides have put four or five attacking and defending players in a relatively small area, desperately fighting for control of the ball, completely ignoring the large defensive void in the vicinity. At this time, Zheng Changsheng couldn't help but sweat for the fate of his team, or secretly pray that bad luck would befall his opponent. Unfortunately, these two situations have not yet arisen. Just a few minutes ago, the three Beijing Xingren attacking players and the six new era defenders who were unevenly deployed before and after were concentrated in a small distance from the front of the penalty area, on their left and right flanks, that is, the blank area of the defense, if there is a Beijing Xingren player from the side to flank at this time, it is very likely to pull a flaw in the defense line of the new era, and have a chance to form a substantial threat......

But the players of Beijing Xingren did not realize this, and no one went up from the wings to respond, they continued to move closer to the middle in the forward run, which actually helped the defense line of the new era to become more compact and more layered, and then this forced attack in the middle was smoothly disintegrated by the new era.

The danger was temporarily lifted. Zheng Changsheng leaned back on the back of the seat in satisfaction. He couldn't help but glance at the opponent not far away, and the head coach of Beijing Xingren was also looking at him with a look of chagrin. The eyes of the two head coaches met, and a helpless wry smile involuntarily appeared on their faces.

The two of them have known each other, teammates and friends who have known each other since their youth.

But now is not the time to catch up, and getting three points from their opponents is undoubtedly their common idea at the moment, so Zheng Changsheng's attention immediately returned to the court.

He still couldn't think of a reliable way to decide the course of the game. At the pre-match preparation meeting yesterday morning, he also gave the players a detailed analysis of the habitual offensive line, carefully analyzed the characteristics of the opponent, and formulated a series of countermeasures for this game. But as soon as the game began, he found that this preparatory meeting was a pure waste of time, the situation of the opponent and the situation reflected in the game video were completely different, and his own players did not implement the tactical play they arranged after they came on the field, and they were completely like a swarm of headless flies rushing around the field.

He glanced at the situation on the field again, and corrected his opinion in his heart.

On the pitch were two swarms of headless flies, both chasing the black and white fat that often flew in the air.

As time passed, the new era was gradually contained by rivals. On the field, they began to be at a disadvantage, the speed and quality of the counterattack were not as good as just now, and the determination to counterattack was not resolute. The back line is a bit more conservative, and instead of blindly pressing forward, they are cautiously maintaining their formation. Before Zheng Changsheng has made tactical adjustments, the defenders of the new era can do this, and we have to admit that Guan Mingshan, as the leader of the defensive line, is still a bit level.

Zheng Changsheng sighed. Little did he know that this was the first time he had sighed in this game. Playing football in such a hot weather is more physically demanding, and the average age of his players is close to 30 years old, so he really doesn't have the physical strength to stick to such an intense game. What's worse is that this is actually announcing that the opponent has used the advantage of age to declare control of the game, and the next twenty minutes or so are even more difficult.

He leaned over and said a few words to Dai Zhenguo, and then the assistant coach stood up and beckoned Gao Jinsong, who stretched out his legs to watch the game, to prepare, and he went to the fourth referee to talk about the substitution.

"A new era team, under the eighth, on the twelfth."

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Before going on the court, Gao Jinsong had just warmed up with two teammates under the guidance of another assistant coach, and his joints and muscles had already moved, so he immediately threw himself into the game.

He's never been so hungry to play......

Yes, he has always wanted to play, to feel the ball when it slides smoothly under his feet, to feel the resistance of the ball against the turf and the ground with his feet and legs, and to let the ball control its speed and course according to the force of his feet when passing, and let it land where he wishes to drop, or silently become an inconspicuous splash in a series of waves, or let it become a deadly foreshadowing before the final blow. Of course, what he likes most is to let the game continue regularly with his breath and heartbeat, but it's just a wish he has buried in his heart, and there's a good chance that it will never come true......

But today is different.

Being able to play today indicates that he and Zhang Chi and their gang are collecting black money and playing match-fixing has come to an end, and this matter will become a dark gray spot sealed in the deepest part of memory, and then let the years gradually grind it over time. At the same time, today's game is extremely important for him and his teammates, this game may be the only game they are sure to win in the group stage - Beijing Xingren also did not score a point in two games, but because of the few goals conceded and ranked in front of the new era, and the opponents in the two games that Beijing Xingren lost were not strong teams, so all the players in the new era are eyeing the prize money after winning this game......

Gao Jinsong, who was full of physical strength, immediately became one of the headless flies on the court. Fortunately, although he has no speed, his endurance is one of the best in the team, plus his technical and personal ability is really good, and he can also play a few positions, and for a while I saw him scurrying around in the midfield, although he did not pose any threat to the opponent, but the opponent's advantage was also a little weaker - he was quite threatening on the right side three times and then crossed, and the two assists in the middle of the defense were also very decisive and fierce, and the opponent couldn't figure out his details for a while, and he was a little scared.

None of this, however, has brought any tangible benefits to the new era. The physical disadvantage makes the formation of the new era gradually retreat, and the previous long pass and high play are rarely seen anymore, more often these veteran players are relying on experience to play control the ball, or they are killing the last time of the game - since there is no hope of winning, then accept a draw, even if the prize money of the draw is only half, compared to the loss is a heaven and earth.

For the new era, there is no hope of relying on attack to win, but it is easier to hold on to a draw. In the face of a dense defensive formation, Beijing Xingren simply could not come up with any effective methods, and they had to repeatedly test various shots around this iron bucket-like area.

The fourth magistrate held up a sign with a large red letter on it at the edge of the court.

There will be three minutes of stoppage time.

There are still three minutes to divide the prize! The new era team members who are so tired that they are about to die remind and encourage each other, gritting their teeth and carrying it;

Whether the prize is 200,000 or 400,000 depends on these three minutes! The Beijing Xingren players, who were also out of breath, were red-eyed, and even the central defenders who were dragging behind had already crossed the center circle, just to save that little time in the pass;

A wave hit in front of the goal of the new era and dissipated into a bubble, and a higher wave hit the goal of the new era and dissipated into a bubble......

In less than two minutes, Beijing Xingren took four corner kicks in a row, and the players on the field focused on defense and offense and did not notice anything, but the coaches and players of the two teams off the field were sweating a little.

The dense crowd in the penalty area suddenly dispersed, and the goalkeeper of the new era held the ball in front of his chest with both hands, and scolded a player from Beijing Xingren loudly, but he didn't dare to delay time at this time, under the eyes of the referee, he muttered something in his mouth, ran a few steps, and kicked the ball out with a hard kick......

…… It's finally over. Zheng Changsheng, who has participated in countless competitions in his life, breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and sat back in his chair with a bit of luck for the rest of his life, he can now light this cigarette that has been kneaded to a bad place, and enjoy the fragrance of tobacco beautifully. The die is cast! He fumbled for a lighter in his trouser pocket. As for whether the new era draw this game is announced or not, the theoretical hope of qualifying from the group has come to naught, it depends on the specific situation of the other matches in this round.

The game isn't over yet......

Although the referee frequently raised his wrist to look at the time, the game was not over before he blew the final whistle.

The goal kick kicked by the goalkeeper of the new era crossed most of the field, and the most diligent teammates at this time had not crossed the halfway line; Beijing Xingren's lagging centre-back easily controlled the ball before he handed him over to the goalkeeper who ran out of the box; The goalkeeper immediately kicked the ball towards the midfielder – maybe they had time to attack, maybe it worked, and then they happily shared the big prize......

The ball was kicked very high, but not far, and after three successive aerial relays by players from both sides near the center circle, the ball fell in front of Gao Jinsong, who had just crossed the halfway line;

The ball bounced on the ground, and when it fell, Gao Jinsong had already adjusted his cadence and supporting legs to arrive;

The sound of the instep colliding with the ball was a bit muffled, and the few clusters of people sitting in the shade of the stands saw the strange arc of the ball in the air, and the home camera in their hands recorded the scene even more faithfully;

The goalkeeper of Beijing Xingren froze. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes, but when he reacted and rolled to the goal, it was too late, and he could only crouch in the grass in despair and watch the football fly into his guarded gate......

Aha! Gao Jinsong roared angrily and jumped three feet high, running to the team's bench with his arms raised!

Come on! Hug me! We won! We've won!

But he ran two steps and stopped suspiciously. His teammates weren't as excited as he had imagined, they didn't throw him to the ground, they didn't even make a move to celebrate with him, they didn't even move their feet, they all stood still, their mouths wide open and stunned;

The referee, who was also dumbfounded, remembered that it was time for him to preside over the game.

The whistle and the referee's gesture alerted everyone......

Gao Jinsong waved his jersey with his bare back, jumped and jumped to dodge his teammates who pounced on him and wanted to hug him, ran to the edge of the field, and hugged the old coach who was dancing and singing like a child on the side of the field - Director Zheng, this ball is dedicated to you, and you gave me a chance......

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