Chapter 4 (27) (I)

In the 46th minute, Sichuan Hongsheng won a corner kick on the right, the ball drew a clearly visible arc in mid-air and jumped into the penalty area, near the first landing point of the ball that can be predicted, the four players on both sides of the attack and defense almost at the same time made an appointment, trying their best to compete for the opportunity to attack and defend, and finally, Hongsheng's marking central defender stood out in the crowd, overwhelmed the two Yafeng players, and slammed his forehead on the ball - the ball was immediately smashed to the ground, spun and bounced lightly, Flashed past the unprepared Yafeng goalkeeper......

Zero to four.

The moment the goal was scored, the stadium fell into a deathly silence.

In the first half alone, his beloved team let people go through the goal four times? And the goal is still Sichuan Hongsheng, which is at the bottom of the league! Is this possible?

The referee's hand pointed to the center circle without melancholy; The towering electronic scoreboard also changed the numbers in red; The coaches of the visiting team are cheering and celebrating their victory...... Everything in front of you is real. But people still can't believe that the score will be 0-4! Yes, in the short history of the professional league, 4-0 is not the worst score for Wuhan Yafeng, they lost to Beijing Great Wall 1-5 the year before, but that was on the territory of the Pekingese, and that game was the first goal of the Wuhan people; Wuhan Yafeng is not the first time to encounter a 0-4 score, last year they also lost 0-4 at home to Dalian Dongwei, but last year is the world of Dalian people, even Shanghai and Shandong such giants, in the face of Dalian people at home, but also can only ask for a "peace" and dare not say "win", and only Hubei Yafeng dare to say "no" to Dalian people, and Dalian people attack clearly, although the result of the attack is a defeat, but anyone who mentions this game, mentioning Wuhan Yafeng, have to say that Hubei people are heroic. If you push it further, there is a more humiliating score than 0-4: in the 1987 national championship, the Hubei team once lost 0-7, but at that time Hubei football was in the darkest moment in history, they were still struggling in the sequence of A B, and they survived under the threat of disbanding the football team......

Forty-five minutes, 0 to four, this is already unacceptable. What's even more unacceptable is that the fans can't see any positive changes in the performance of the Yafeng players, they seem to be indifferent to this score that humiliates the fans and humiliates Hubei football, even when the fans use silence to express their strongest dissatisfaction, the Yafeng people are still very quiet, the coaches are still expressionless, the substitutes are still leisurely, and most of the players on the field are still unhurried......

Angry fans were cursing loudly and tearing up their tickets and throwing them into the stadium. More people began to insult each of the players and coaches they were dissatisfied with. All the anger eventually converged into three unanimous slogans that reverberated through the stadium for a long time.

"Words are good - fuck off!"

"Wu Xingguang - out of class!"

"Wuhan Yafeng - disbanded!"

The referee duly whistled the end of the first half of the game.

Yan Liangcheng, who only stood up once in the entire first half, was the first to stand up from the coach's bench when the whistle sounded, and immediately disappeared into the athletes' corridor in the tsunami-like slogan of "Yan Liangcheng get out" from the stands on both sides.

The vast majority of the players on the field were greeted with this "warm welcome from the aisle". The goalkeeper who fished out of the net four times in a row was also hit in the shoulder with a plastic bottle of mineral water - he is inescapable of Sichuan Hongsheng's first goal, if it weren't for his rash attack, Sichuan Hongsheng would not have taken the initiative in the game so quickly; The second goal also had something to do with him, as his goal kick was like a deliberate attempt to pass the ball to the opposition's striker. Annoyed, the goalkeeper picked up the bottle of mineral water and threw it back into the stands. Fortunately, his teammates detected and immediately stopped this reckless stupidity. This undoubtedly infuriated the fans even more, and all kinds of foul language immediately poured down from the stands on both sides of the corridor - this was the only way they could vent their anger and frustration in their chests.

Every player on the court has the opportunity to rush over from here.

"They're running much faster now than they were just now!" Some fans said loudly. Such ridicule was immediately unanimously approved by everyone, and it was applauded.

This uncivilized language pollution quickly subsided, as the fans in the front row saw Gao Jinsong who was lagging behind. Gao Jinsong had cotton stuffed in one of his nostrils very unsightly, and there was a trace of unwiped blood on his lips, with a gloomy face, and he was talking to the young team member who cried in front of tens of thousands of spectators while walking.

The fans on both sides of the corridor gradually quieted down and looked at them without saying a word. Fans know how bad it is, no matter how much they resent Wuhan Yafeng Club, no matter how angry they are with Wuhan Yafeng's players, they can't put a belly of evil fire on these two young people - aside from the shocking barb shot, Yafeng committed three of the nine fouls in the first half, Gao Jinsong, as a center forward, alone accounted for three, this number itself can say a lot of problems, what else can he blame? And the other young player, although people are not familiar with him, although his performance in the game is still very immature, but his mournful crying moved the fans even more - only the player who is eager to win will express his strong emotions in that extreme way......

People silently watched as the two young men approached the Yongdao and silently watched them walk into the Yongdao.

"Chi Yuwen, good job!" There were fans in the stands shouting loudly.

Chi Yuwen's footsteps paused obviously, and his face suddenly swollen red. He obviously didn't expect such a privilege and was a little overwhelmed. He stopped, his face tilted, trying to find the good Samaritan among the fans crowding the stands on either side of the road. At this time, there are no words more thoughtful and warm than this sentence "Chi Yuwen is good".

"Chi Yuwen, good job!" Several fans huddled on the side of the road shouted to the young players.

Tears immediately filled Chi Yuwen's eyes. He choked up and didn't know how to express his gratitude to these respectable and lovely people. He hoped that Gao Jinsong, who was more experienced than him, could teach him what to do in this situation, but Gao Jinsong's back had disappeared at the end of the road.

"Chi Yuwen, good job!" More people shouted and applauded him.

Chi Yuwen, who was wrapped in the cheers of the fans, could only bow and thank the fans over and over again......

He was the last player to walk into the dressing room. At the door of the locker room, he saw the executive deputy general manager and the general manager Wu Xingguang talking quickly. Wu Xingguang's expression was very serious, his face was also very gloomy, and he repeatedly interrupted the words of the executive vice president: "Can you be sure?" It's true? ”

The atmosphere in the locker room was quiet, with hardly any sound except for the occasional cough. Through the thick door panel, the piercing slogan of "Yan Liangcheng get out of Yafeng disband" is still clearly audible. Acting head coach Yan Liangcheng stood in the middle of the locker room, with a smile on his face, staring motionlessly at the blackboard placed in the corner of the locker room against the wall. There was still a vague remnant of Yafeng's tactical exploded diagram on the blackboard. The goalkeeper coach, who should have been furious at the goalkeeper's poor performance, is now closing his eyes in a corner of the room. The temporary assistant coach immersed himself in studying the small book in his hand, which recorded various statistics in the first half, as well as more representative offensive and defensive tactical legends. Both the players on the field and the substitutes all hung their heads and said nothing, and occasionally someone raised their heads to catch their breath because they couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere, and they didn't look at others.

Chi Yuwen entered the locker room with one foot high and one foot low, and sat down beside Gao Jinsong. Until now, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably with excitement, and even as he pressed his hands hard against his thighs, his feet still trembled uncontrollably. Gao Jinsong turned his face up and asked the team doctor to examine his bleeding nose. Chi Yuwen wanted to ask Gao Jinsong's nose, and wanted to say something casually. He really wanted to say something, or he was afraid that his chest would explode from the excitement. But he couldn't open his mouth at all, and he didn't dare to open it—if he didn't clench his teeth now, his upper and lower gums would tremble involuntarily.

The team doctor took a small bag of ice cubes and asked Gao Jinsong to cover the ice pack on the bridge of his nose, and then he began to examine Gao Jinsong's left leg. Gao Jinsong told him that when Sichuan Hongsheng sent a corner kick just now, he had already grabbed the position first, but his left leg suddenly couldn't exert his strength, and he couldn't resist the Hongsheng defender at all. As for where he couldn't exert his strength, Gao Jinsong couldn't answer. The situation was so tense at that time, where did he have time to distinguish carefully, and this loss of strength was similar to the last time, and it was just a blink of an eye—but in the blink of an eye, the opponent's body had already suppressed him, and he could no longer jump.

Gao Jinsong, whose nostrils were blocked again, asked Chi Yuwen angrily, "Are you excited?" ”

Chi Yuwen nodded. He could only nod his head now.

"Do you want to howl?"

Chi Yuwen nodded vigorously.

Many players heard the cheers given to Chi Yuwen by the fans, and listened to Gao Jinsong's question, everyone raised their heads, and stared at Chi Yuwen who was still excited and happy with complicated eyes.

"Get out of the door and howl!" After Gao Jinsong finished speaking, he raised his face and stopped paying attention to him.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and a few of the immortal guys even laughed out loud. Although this smile was fleeting on everyone's face, and even the smile on some people's faces did not take shape, but only put a smile on the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, but the depressing atmosphere in the locker room that taught people to breathe was diluted a lot by Gao Jinsong's last sentence.

Even Yan Liangcheng, who had been silent with a gloomy face, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly after hearing Gao Jinsong's words. What a team! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is the player that You Shen recruited immediately after taking over Wuhan Yafeng, and it is also the player he has always been more optimistic about, but it turns out that You Shen and him finally looked away - they all know that he is a good player, but they don't know that his role is not just a versatile player who can be placed in any position...... If Lao You's family hadn't come out of that matter...... Alas!

He let out a long sigh and turned to face his on-field players, starting his second midfield summary and tactical set-up of his life.