Chapter 4 (16)

Yan Liangcheng resigned!

The unsurprising news quickly spread on the bus in which the team was riding. Some people are whispering excitedly, some are silent, some are hanging their eyelids and pretending to sleep, and some are staring through the car windows with dark faces at the large crowd of fans who are not willing to disperse not far away.

Many fans are still immersed in the happiness that the game brought to them. Although they couldn't break through the walls set up by the police and stadium staff to run to the bus and say a word of thanks to the players, they still had other ways to express their emotions, and they were shouting slogans rhythmically.

"Yafeng—" one or more fans shouted in their loud voices, and then almost everyone followed, "Good! ”

"Yafeng—that's good!"

The emotions of the fans are simple and simple, all they want is a victory, no matter how bad the process is, no matter how ugly the scene is, as long as the team achieves the final victory, then all the unhappiness will disappear because of this happy score; Of course, if there are some wonderful details in the game that they will recall, if the game can still leave some topics that they can talk about for a long time, they will definitely not refuse, these details and topics will be firmly condensed in their hearts and even penetrate into their souls with this game, until they reach the end of their lives......

"Yafeng—that's good!" The slogans of the fans are louder and louder than one another.

Just today, just now, Wuhan Yafeng dedicated a game for their fans that was not exciting but absolutely unforgettable, even the most discerning fans, he could not say that this game was not to his taste: Gao Jinsong's shot rewrote the record of the fastest goal since the creation of the professional league, and the unknown goalkeeper's high and low block not only destroyed the hope of defending the Guangzhou Wuhua Cup, but also tortured many Yafeng fans back and forth between hope and disillusionment. Uruguayan Franco scored a goal in a pure Latin style like a dance, and Afon, who was overwhelmed by the away team for most of the game, miraculously knocked down the opponent at the last moment, and the score, which was also the first time in the history of Yafeng to score more than four goals in a single game......

"Franco, well done!" Someone interjected such a sentence in the interval between everyone shouting slogans in unison, so more cheers for their favorite players rang out from all parts of the crowd.

"Li Xiaolin, good job!" "Zhou Jian, good job!" ……

"Wei Honglin, good job!" The dazed cheers were immediately exchanged for a few laughs, but it was quickly drowned out in more cheers.

Gao Jinsong and two young team members sat in the last row of the bus. He completely hid his face in the hazy shadows, so that his hot and red cheeks would not be seen, and his look, which had become shy and cramped with excitement and excitement, would not be made fun of by others who were kind enough to make fun of him. He tried to look as quiet as usual, his eyes downcast, his phone in his hand, but his tightly pursed lips and stiff back and neck betrayed him - now he was so focused on capturing the cacophony of shouts and cheers outside the car window that he didn't even notice the young teammates around him talking to him.

This is the second time he has been applauded by the fans. He had won such an honor for himself in the last game, and dozens of hundreds of fans broke through the stadium defenses, rushed directly to the side of the bus, patted the car and said a lot of praise to him. Very simply, it was just a simple slogan like "Gao Jinsong is good", thinking that he would give him a thumbs up, but it was this monotonous slogan and action that made him tremble with excitement, and something seemed to be churning up and down in his chest, and he couldn't recover from that excitement and trembling until he returned to the base and returned to his dormitory. Now that he heard the praise and the applause they gave him, he still did not know what attitude to use to treat it, he still did not know what expression to use to greet it, so he had to hide himself in the back of the bus, and then he was alone to enjoy the blurred mood when the blood of the whole body rushed into his mind, to taste the graceful feeling of bringing happiness to himself and to others because of his efforts.

In a trance, he didn't notice that the atmosphere on the bus suddenly became gloomy, nor did he see Wu Xingguang accompanying Yan Liangcheng out of the stadium. General Manager Wu was talking to Yan Liangcheng with a smiling face almost all the way, judging from his anxious and anxious expression, this would definitely not be a comfortable conversation, let alone the general manager of the club talking to a head coach who had just resigned, so when people saw Wu Xingguang almost half pleading and half pleading to drag Yan Liangcheng into the club's Mercedes-Benz car, many people showed a look of anxiety on their faces - could it be that Yan Liangcheng did not resign? Could it be that the new head coach has taken over again?

The bus stopped not far from the stadium, and several key players got out of the car. They didn't leave right away, they didn't wave a taxi, but stood on the green belt between the motorway and the bicycle lane, talking to each other with solemn faces, and pulling out their mobile phones to make calls in a panic.

The bus closed the door and started again, but the wheels didn't turn a few times before it stopped again, this time with a sudden rush of people, including the grandstand players who had not managed to get a bench for the game, and then they were joined by a few of the main players who got off first. As a result, this large group of uniformly dressed people became a very eye-catching sight on the street, and the passers-by and the drivers and passengers all looked at them curiously.

Soon someone recognized their identities by their faces and the lettering on their clothes, and caused quite a commotion. Some people rushed over from the side of the street to get up close and personal with their city heroes, some stopped their bicycles and asked curiously what was going on, and there were people on the other side of the street who ran from the motorway like acrobatics, and a thin middle-aged man even forcibly squeezed his car from the fast lane to the side of the road to stop, which almost caused a traffic accident, and immediately attracted the scolding of several drivers, but the middle-aged man ignored these unpleasant words, Without even closing the car door, he pulled away from the crowd and squeezed in. This sudden commotion was eventually detected and stopped by the police patrolling the streets, otherwise perhaps the next day's newspaper would have devoted more space to the incident, and perhaps the television cameras would have been brought in.

Gao Jinsong saw all this, but he didn't put it in his heart. Yes, he knows the reason why those teammates ran out of the car, and at this time they need to use their actions to show their attitude and position, just like the only four or five people left in the car, they also have a reason not to get out of the car - stay in Wuhan or leave Yafeng, this is the only reason in the car and outside the car.

Li Xiaolin, who was sitting diagonally across from him in the row in front of him, had closed his eyes and pretended to sleep since he got on the bus, and the commotion in the carriage and the shouts of the fans seemed to him as if they had never existed, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids to see what was going on. This is a man who is sure to leave Wuhan. From the moment it was rumored that Cheng Dexing would become the head coach in the club, Li Xiaolin has been active for himself, according to his words, if Cheng Dexing comes to Yafeng and the club does not let him go, then he would rather choose to retire. For a twenty-eight-year-old player, non-injury retirement at this age can almost be said to be tragic and helpless, which is enough to prove how fierce the contradiction between him and his former mentor Cheng Dexing is......

A little further forward sat Franco and his translator. Uruguayans are laid-back, headphones shaking their heads and listening to music. He doesn't need to make his position clear to anyone, his contract with Yafeng stipulates that he gets a fixed salary, and the bonus is only linked to the team's performance, no matter who will be the head coach of Yafeng, whether he can play or not, these don't matter, he and Yafeng only need to deal with the contract, and at the end of the season, according to the team's ranking in the league and cup, then pay him dollars. The only thing he needs to worry about is his main position after the new head coach takes office, because only by playing more games can he better maintain his competitive condition, and only by playing more games can he better plan for his way out in the coming year, but he can't say anything about who will be the head coach of the team - of course, even if he can speak, no one may be able to understand, so the carefree personality peculiar to the Latin plays a big role at this time, it really can't, He could have returned to the Uruguayan league and continued to wander between the bench and the stand.

There are also two would-be substitutes who are also about to leave the club, and the club has loaned them to a club in the province and will soon leave Wuhan to report to their new club. If all goes well, the club that can't get up in the league will definitely make a formal transfer offer to Yafeng at the end of the season, which means that their current "loan" is actually announcing that they will leave Yafeng for a long time or even forever. Therefore, these two people don't need to look at anyone's face now, nor do they need to take any position, let alone offend anyone for something that they have nothing to do, they just need to spend the past few days.

Of course, there is no need to worry about who will coach Wuhan Yafeng, and he Gao Jinsong. He is also impossible to stay in Wuhan, and even if he wants to play for Yafeng, it is impossible for Yafeng to accept his loyalty. They had already included him in the club's summer transfer squad. At this time, he will no longer stand with his teammates on the green belt. In fact, his days in Wuhan are numbered, and in two weeks, he will go to the provincial capital Mingyuan or Shenzhen Blue Sky, as for whether his next foothold will be the provincial capital or Shenzhen, there is no conclusive conclusion. He was a little irritated when he thought of this. The most worrying thing is the uncertainty of the future, especially at a time when it almost determines the fate of one's life.

Yao Yuan flew to Shenzhen yesterday morning under the guise of participating in family visits, and he will sit down face-to-face with the Shenzhen Blue Sky Club on his behalf to discuss some things, including his salary and his position in the Shenzhen Blue Sky Club, not only what tactical position he will appear in, but whether he can play in the game, whether he can participate in the game as the main player......

But so far, he and Yao Yuan have only spoken on the phone once, and the content of that call only stays at the guest house where Yao Yuan has lived in the Blue Sky Club.

He leaned back a little more, hoping to dodge the lights that kept passing through the carriage. The light that flickered and dimmed made his mood even more depressed. The joy and excitement that had been brought to him outside the stadium just now by the cheers of the fans had been completely forgotten by him, and now his heart was left with uneasiness and anxiety. The transfer made him worried, he didn't know what kind of result Yao Yuan's negotiations with Shenzhen Blue Sky had come out of now, if the Blue Sky Club didn't agree to the conditions he had discussed with Yao Yuan before, what would he do? Really go back to the provincial capital to join Mingyuan? Mingyuan, who is rich and strong, will not sit down with him to negotiate conditions, and it is even more impossible for them to guarantee his main position, maybe he will not even have too many opportunities to be substituted after he goes to Mingyuan, and if Mingyuan knows that he is just using the provincial city as a retreat in the last case, it is difficult to say whether Mingyuan Club will want him.

Alas, it's nerve-wracking.

He sighed silently and shifted his seat to a more comfortable position.

Li Xiaolin, who was diagonally opposite, seemed to hear his sigh, and turned his head to look at him with a wooden face,

Gao Jinsong also glanced at Li Xiaolin.

The two teammates, who had a similar fate, looked away as if nothing had happened in this silent staring at each other.

Franco and his interpreter got off the bus in the downtown area. After a little further walking, the other two team members didn't even say goodbye and got out of the car - they naturally have their own places to go, in fact, even if they don't report back to the base tomorrow, no one will come to blame them, they can stay anywhere outside the base at a leisurely pace until the summer transfer market, and then pack up their bags and say goodbye to the city; In the days to come, they will definitely try their best to get back here, and they will definitely use their best efforts on the competition field to prove how stupid it is for Wuhan Yafeng to teach them to roll out with a blanket on their backs......

There were only Gao Jinsong and Li Xiaolin left in the car.

The driver turned his head and looked at the two team members suspiciously, and then asked, "Are you going back to the base or to the hotel?" "According to the rules of the club, the bus has to go back to the base every night before he can get off work, and if he sends the two players to the hotel where he stays at the home game, he will have to take a long detour back to the base, so he hopes that the two players can make it easy for him to stop teaching him to run the wrong road again.

"I'll go back to base." Li Xiaolin said.

Gao Jinsong hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'll go back to the base too." "He did want to go back to the base, not to the hotel. There is no doubt that there must be a lot of reporters waiting for him and his teammates in the hotel - there are so many things going on at the club these days, and the performance of his teammates in today's game is so substandard, can those reporters with eyes sharper than eagles and noses more intelligent than dogs still ask the bottom line without catching people? Yes, he admits that he likes the feeling of being chased by the media and surrounded by reporters, at that moment he feels as proud and glamorous as a pop star and movie star, but this kind of thing also divides time and place, but also points the reason for being surrounded and chased, if the reporter only wants to ask him what gossip about the club from his mouth, then it is better for him to stay away from dangerous guys. He wasn't good at dealing with the media, and he didn't know how to deal with these people, let alone hide his true thoughts, especially when the flashes were shining in turn, and maybe he would say something undesirable - and at a time when his football career was about to take a major turn, these shouldn't be said could have taught him a lot of transfer matters, and maybe even killed him......

The bus quickly left the hustle and bustle of the city and drove on the road leading to the base. The main road away from people and cars has been replaced by a quiet and tranquil street. The cars on the road are gradually becoming scarce. The streetlights, which are far away, flicker with a dim glow, illuminating the road from time to time. It is also rare to see leisurely pedestrians on the streets. Occasionally, there are one or two shops that are open for business, and the owner is also very lazy to sit by the door with a fan to enjoy the shade. Sometimes there are no residents on the side of the road for long stretches of the road, only large shadows of trees and bushes in the darkness of the night.

Li Xiaolin has been on the phone, mostly from him, and occasionally from others. Along the way, the only thing that could break the silence in the carriage was the monotonous beep of his mobile phone.

Later, Li Xiaolin finished answering all the calls that should have been made, and there was only the faint sound of the car generator running in the carriage, and the almost inaudible friction sound of the wheels rolling on the cement pavement.

The two people sitting in front of them and behind them did not speak, each thinking about their own thoughts. From their cold, passerby-like expressions, it's hard to imagine that the two of them were still hugging each other and cheering tightly because of the goal and victory in the game just now. In fact, even they themselves find it embarrassing, because they are not tourists who meet by chance during their trips, they are teammates who live and play football together. But none of them wanted to deliberately close the distance between the two.

Gao Jinsong suddenly remembered a very important matter.

Damn, he's just trying to avoid the reporters and forget that he hasn't had dinner yet! What now? The small canteen in the base must not be able to prepare food for them, and if he wants to find a small restaurant nearby...... Does he shout Li Xiaolin?

Just when he was in trouble about this matter, Li Xiaolin spoke first: "Master Li, stop at the small fish village in front!" He stood up, smiled at Gao Jinsong a little unnaturally, swallowed and spit, and then said, "Let's go to dinner together?" ”

"Oh? Oh," Gao Jinsong hesitated several times, and then hurriedly agreed to stand up, "Okay." Good. ”

Li Xiaolin nodded insotently, walked towards the car door first, and explained to the driver as he walked: "Master Li, let's go back to the base by ourselves after dinner, and you can go back to pay the car first." - Anyway, it's not a few steps from the base......" These words were said smoothly, not at all as stiff and difficult as when he and Gao Jinsong spoke.