Chapter 4 (34)

The game was over, but there were still large groups of fans who stayed outside the south gate of the stadium for a long time. In a good game, Yafeng actually lost in a good situation with a two-goal lead, and there is nothing more frustrating than this. Thinking of Yafeng's poor performance in the last round against Sichuan Hongsheng, angry fans had to let Yafeng Club give an explanation, if the club's general manager Wu Xingguang was unwilling to come forward, then head coach Cheng Dexing came out to say a few words, and the fans wanted to ask, why Yafeng couldn't even save face in a draw?

The bus of the Yafeng Club is parked in the stadium gate. The lights were on in the car, and the driver sat squarely behind the steering wheel, frowning and pretending to sleep, unconcerned about the mess outside the gate. From the perspective of the fans, they couldn't see the players in the carriage at all, and the dark curtains were all drawn, and they didn't know if the officials and coaches of the Yafeng Club were all on the bus. But they knew that the Yafeng team was on the bus. Just a few minutes ago, as the bus was about to leave the stadium, the staff of the two stadiums stopped the bus and chatted briefly with the occupants of the car through the door, and then the bus with the prominent club logo stopped there and never moved again. It was obvious that the staff of those two stadiums were warning Yafeng Club not to leave the stadium rashly at this time.

The crowd gathered outside the stadium gate gradually increased, almost blocking the traffic on this stretch of road, and the crisp bicycle bells rang from time to time in the crowd, accompanied by the occasional curse from the cyclist, but more people set up their bicycles on the side of the street, waiting with great interest for the further development of the situation. I don't know what's going on, a small black car also turned into this big road, which is relatively deserted in broad daylight, and the driver obviously didn't know what was going on here, seeing so many people almost blocking the road, honking his horn and sticking his head out of the window and cursing loudly. The strange thing about him was that the people standing in the middle of the road paid no attention to him, as if no one cared about his vicious curses, but looked at him with a look of schadenfreude. The only person who dealt with him was a uniformed traffic cop. The policeman came over, gave him a standard salute, told him to drive the car to the side of the street to stop, and then asked him to take out his driver's license, and while checking his documents, he told him that on the days of League A matches, this section of the street is a traffic control zone, and it is usually not lifted until two hours after the game is over. As he spoke, the police handed him a piece of paper, "I'll pay the fine tomorrow, don't do it again next time." ”

The driver, wiping the sweat from his forehead, was dumbfounded when he received the ticket. Two hundred! This is the maximum penalty for a general traffic violation. But he looked at the policeman with a serious face, and swallowed back all the words of plea for mercy. Alas, he could only consider himself unlucky.

At this time, seven or eight hundred people had gathered outside the gate, including fans and people watching the excitement. The fans were shouting slogans, asking Yafeng Club to send someone who could take care of things to come out and give an explanation, but because of the lack of organization, they shouted a variety of slogans, some asked Cheng Dexing to come out, and some people also asked Wu Xingguang to come forward, and some people were taking advantage of the crowd to make a fuss, of course, there were also some naming and abuse of a certain player. The curb across the road is a line between fans and non-fans, and almost all the people standing on the curb are watching the excitement, although there are also spectators who have just watched the game in the stadium, but they are not loyal fans of Wuhan Yafeng, and they don't care much about the outcome of the game, just to join in the fun. Some of the people who watched the excitement were still whispering to the people next to them about the number and scale of the fan protest, and comparing it to the previous incidents here, predicting the likely outcome of the protest. There were also reporters from several news units, who excitedly drilled through the crowd, and a local television station even spread out its belongings directly at the scene, and a very handsome little girl carried a microphone and started the live video.

No one at the Yafeng club came out to respond to the fans' calls, and the bus was quietly parked in the stadium, facing the crowd outside through a large iron gate. Angry fans also can't do anything about the turtle-like Yafeng Club - there are twenty or thirty uniformed armed policemen standing in front of the gate, as well as public security policemen and plainclothes people who maintain order, these people are not standing here for decoration, if someone dares to act recklessly, he will definitely eat and walk around. But the fans don't want to just stop like that, but they have no more effective way, so they have to continue to vent their anger in words.

In the face of hundreds of people demanding the dissolution of the Yafeng Club, Wu Xingguang getting out, Cheng Dexing getting out of class, and so-and-so being a soft egg bear bag, the bus remained silent. The driver even turned off all the lights in the car, leaving only a small light in front of the bridge. A dim and dim light shrouded the driver in the driver's seat. The driver hung his arms down, his face expressionless, his quiet and indifferent eyes looking straight ahead, oblivious to everything in front of him, deaf to the cries of the fans a few steps away.

There are a lot of people who have seen the excitement, but there are many new arrivals, but in general, the number of people who have gathered here is decreasing. As the confrontation prolonged, some fans had already left with disappointment and anger towards Yafeng Club, and the remaining fans were not so energetic in shouting slogans.

Eventually, the crowd dispersed.

The bus of the Yafeng Club has long since left, the armed police and public security outside the gate are gone, and this section of the street has returned to its former calm and tranquility, even the shredded paper thrown by the fans and many plastic bottles that have been trampled on the ground have been cleaned by the stadium staff, and there is nothing to remind people of what happened here just now. The large iron gate of the stadium was illuminated by the street lamps, dragging a long shadow on the concrete floor. A large black cat poked its head out of the green belt on the side of the street, watched the movement around it vigilantly, and then quietly jumped into the stadium.

The fan protest did not make the news. This kind of sensible protest is no longer of interest to readers, and in fact, even if there are radical fans and police clashes, it may not be to the reader's liking. Readers need content about the game, about a player's brilliant performance or a player's poor performance, and if these stories can be mixed with the grievances and feuds within the club, then it will definitely attract the attention of most readers.

A newspaper in the city did just that. They highlighted two Yafeng players in their report on the game, Franco and Gao Jinsong. In the reporter's pen, two goals dominated the first and second place in the "top ten" list of the league in this round of the league, Franco is naturally radiant, and even his straight pass that can't stand scrutiny at all has been labeled by the reporter as "full of spirituality and imagination" and "very threatening", of course, Franco is still a fighter who never admits defeat, until the end of the game, he is still "tenaciously looking for opportunities", and he is also the core of the team, "participated in the vast majority of the offense of the game", and has the potential to become the "soul of the team". For Franco, this reporter did not hesitate to praise him, but for Gao Jinsong, he became extremely harsh. "He is rarely seen in the whole game", this sentence defines Gao Jinsong's negative game or sluggish state. But that's not all. 'In the first few games, he was actively involved in defending as a midfielder or as a striker, but in this game he was rarely in the box even when his goal was at its most critical. For this reporter, who haunts the Yafeng base when he sees the sky, he naturally knows very well why Gao Jinsong does not participate in the defense, but he doesn't know for what purpose, he doesn't mention a word in the article. Gao Jinsong missed a great opportunity to equalize at the last moment of the game, which is also the focus of the article, a "ball that even people who can't kick can kick", why can't Gao Jinsong, as a professional player, kick in? ……

If this article is only about these contents, then it is still a fair report, but in the second half of the article, the reporter suddenly involved two "stories" in the analysis of Yafeng's tactical gains and losses. First, Gao Jinsong is You Shen's beloved disciple, how close the relationship between the two of them is, from the fact that You Shen recruited Gao Jinsong, who was semi-unemployed at the time, to his command immediately after taking over Wuhan Yafeng, there are many clues. And You Shen's trust and patience with this beloved disciple are almost unconditional, giving him countless opportunities in this year's league, allowing him to try various positions, even if Gao Jinsong's condition is not satisfactory, You Shen will at least arrange a seat for him on the bench; Of course, Gao Jinsong, who stepped into the sky from the dilemma of having no ball to kick, naturally did not disappoint You Shen - in the sixth round of the league, Wuhan Yafeng faced Shenzhen Blue Sky at home, Gao Jinsong became famous with a 40-meter long shot, and the inverted golden hook of Sichuan Hongsheng in the seventh round was even more shocking, although You Shen had left Wuhan at this time, but Gao Jinsong's continuous good performance was enough to prove that he did not live up to You Shen's high expectations...... But why did Gao Jinsong suddenly seem to be a different person in Cheng Dexing's first game? This is the second "story" that the reporter wants to tell - the change of coach Yafeng is not a simple matter. With the departure of You Shenyan Liangcheng and the arrival of Cheng Dexing, Yafeng's tactics will naturally be adjusted, and the players in various positions will also be redeployed, and the transfer and introduction of players are naturally indispensable in this process. What's more, Gao Jinsong also had a lot of complaints about Yafeng's new tactics, and said in public that this tactical system was not suitable for Yafeng......

After Li Xiaolin got the newspaper, he found Gao Jinsong as soon as possible.

Gao Jinsong was sitting on the sofa, with his shoulders bent, holding the telephone receiver to his ear and talking to people. Seeing Li Xiaolin coming in, he didn't get up, just nodded, and motioned with his eyes to let Li Xiaolin sit casually.

It seems that this guy doesn't know about the newspaper yet, and he doesn't have too much nostalgia for his performance in yesterday's game. Although Li Xiaolin was very anxious, he couldn't interrupt him immediately, so he had to wrap the newspapers, magazines and video tapes that were randomly stacked on the other sofa and stuffed them all under the coffee table, which could be regarded as finding a place for himself to sit.

"Well, on Friday morning, we went to Guangzhou for lunch, but I certainly didn't have time until the end of the game on Sunday. Fortunately, we played in the afternoon, and we ate together in the evening. Sister, I don't eat those Cantonese dishes, if I want to go to your house to eat, you have to cook hometown food. I know that your cooking skills are poor, and the things you make are just edible, but Sister Yingying's food is cooked well, so you can tell me about it for me, let me have a full mouth-since I beat her to study in Beijing, I almost forgot what it was like to cook her food......"

Seeing Gao Jinsong talking endlessly on the phone, Li Xiaolin next to him was helpless and impatient, and finally he couldn't help but hold up the newspaper and draw twice on Gao Jinsong - when do you say a broken phone call can't be called? That's the big deal!

Li Xiaolin's anxious look and the newspaper he waved in his hand attracted Gao Jinsong's attention, and he hurriedly hung up the phone in a few words, and said to Li Xiaolin with some apologies: "It's my second sister." She is studying in Guangzhou, and she is about to graduate. She just recently bought a house, a small apartment, less than fifty square meters, a large bedroom and a small living room. My second sister likes the house very much, and in the past few days, she has made several phone calls, and she has praised the house as a flower. Let's not play the next round away from Guangzhou, she specially asked me to go to her new home to recognize the door......" Seeing that Li Xiaolin was not interested in his second sister's house, he turned around and asked, "That...... What happened? ”

Li Xiaolin didn't speak, and handed him the newspaper directly.

Before he finished reading the article, Gao Jinsong was already stunned. When did he become You Shen's confidant? Just a few weeks ago, when You Shen personally told him that he would leave Wuhan as a bargaining chip when the summer transfer market opened, how could he not have seen that You Shen had patience and trust in him? His lack of form in yesterday's game was caused by confusion about the new tactics, how can it be related to the player's transfer team cleaning? When did he criticize Cheng Dexing's tactics in front of people?! How could he do such a thing of lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot?! Not to mention that he is still in Wuhan Yafeng, even if he goes to another club, it is impossible for him to criticize a head coach's tactics in public, let alone say those bastard words in front of a reporter!

"This, this is, who wrote this?" In panic and anger, Gao Jinsong stammered and asked.

Li Xiaolin grinned. The newspaper has the author's name on it.

Gao Jinsong immediately found the author's name under the title of this article.

"Our reporter Hua Yu reports from this port."

Gao Jinsong gritted his teeth and sat on the sofa, clenching his fists tightly, and the newspaper was immediately poked to pieces by his stiff fingers. It's not over! It's okay to say he's not in shape, it's okay to say he's not familiar with tactics, but it's okay to splash dirty water on him that defies the manager's authority! He will never let that reporter go!

Huayu!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Gao Jinsong's mouth. He knew this reporter who haunted the base every day, and he could be regarded as a nodding friend of wine and meat, and the night before the big day, the two of them were still working together to pour liquor on Zhou Jian at the dinner table. It's only been a few days, and he dares to make noise in the newspaper?! No way! He's got to find this bastard and get him to speak clearly, and then crush the newspaper and stuff it all in his mouth to see if he dares to spew feces all over his mouth in the future!

Li Xiaolin grabbed Gao Jinsong, jumped up from the sofa, and looked straight at Gao Jinsong, who was walking out. His strength was no match for Gao Jinsong, and he was dragged two steps, and finally pressed the swollen young man on the sofa.

"Forget it, Jinsong, really, forget it." Li Xiaolin comforted Gao Jinsong, who was sitting on the sofa panting, one by one. "Why do you bother with such people? He's afraid he can't wait for you to go to him now. These reporters are angry at you when they see this article, and if you beat him up again, he will definitely be even happier -- how much more money he can earn from this article, and maybe as soon as the circulation of their newspaper increases, the newspaper leaders will be happy, and they will be able to give him a long salary and a bonus or something. Seeing that Gao Jinsong was a little less angry, he walked over and poured a glass of water, handed it to Gao Jinsong, and said, "If you know what kind of person he is, you just need to deal with him less in the future, and you can't be angry with him." He handed Gao Jinsong a cigarette, lit another one for himself, waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, and said faintly after a while, "The thing you have to think about now is how to tear up this report and the club." ”

Gao Jinsong, who was sulking with biting his cheeks, was startled by this last sentence.

Is there anything unclear about this that needs to be explained to the club? Who up and down the club doesn't know that this report is completely a gimmick made up by the reporter from beginning to end in order to attract readers!

"The first half wasn't made up by him. You really weren't in good shape yesterday, and the shot at the last moment was missed, and the TV camera was shaking with his hands and feet. Li Xiaolin said.

Gao Jinsong was immediately speechless. As soon as he got back to base last night, he asked for a video of the game from the club, and he went back and forth until the second half of the night. Franco's two shots were indeed wonderful, but what made him even more memorable was Cheng Dexing's expression when he saw him miss the opportunity to equalize - disappointment, loss, pain, helplessness, and hatred and resentment, all of which surged into Cheng Dexing's face in an instant, and they finally converged into an expressionless and dull look. At that time, he stood like a statue on the edge of the field, and the old man on the side of his sideburns was so black that it was usually difficult for people to notice......

Gao Jinsong lowered his head sadly and said, "I didn't mean to......" He didn't know why he said this, and why he said such things to Li Xiaolin. He hadn't justified himself on the way back to base last night, though there was no one in the car at the time, and the cabin was so quiet that it was only the muffled hum of a generator.

Li Xiaolin said: "I know you didn't mean it. After speaking, he glanced at Gao Jinsong in surprise. It's normal to kick a shot when he shoots, he himself has had the experience of kicking the ball away in the small penalty area against the empty goal, and more than once, the goal that should be scored is not scored and the goal that should not be scored is biased, which is a common thing on the football field, excited, nervous, overly relaxed, interfered by the opponent or simply stumbling under his feet, these are all reasons, but the explanation of "I didn't mean to" is the first time he has heard it.

Li Xiaolin frowned and was silent for a while before asking, "Or is it because of a leg injury?" ”

Gao Jinsong nodded with difficulty. He licked his lips, which had suddenly become extremely dry, and swallowed hard before he said: "The moment I shot, this leg suddenly lost its strength and couldn't stand steadily...... He reached out and stroked the knee of his left leg, and his fingers slowly groped along the edge of the kneecap, hoping to find some strong evidence for himself. But he was disappointed, his knee was neither painful nor swollen, and he didn't even have the slightest abnormal reaction.

Li Xiaolin didn't speak, just watched Gao Jinsong groping on his knees. Of course he believed Gao Jinsong's words, but Gao Jinsong himself couldn't tell what was wrong with his knee, and after the team doctor's examination, Gao Jinsong's knee was indeed not injured, and under the contradiction between the two, Li Xiaolin didn't know what kind of attitude he should take to deal with this inexplicable thing now. Should he comfort Gao Jinsongli, or should he continue to be silent.

In Gao Jinsong's eyes, Li Xiaolin's silence is actually a statement.

He smiled wryly as he withdrew his hand from his knee. He also told Wei Honglin about this in the game yesterday, and at that time, Wei Honglin's face was Li Xiaolin's complicated expression now. Needless to ask, neither of them believed what they were saying. He took a glass of water and used this gesture to hide his embarrassment and disappointment—alas, even if his two best teammates didn't believe him, the others were even less likely to accept this pale defense.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

But it's not the kind of peace that makes people feel calm, but the quiet that makes people feel irritated. The originally inconspicuous sound of the air conditioner was suddenly amplified many times, and the whining and buzzing noise made people uncertain. Through the closed glass window, you can hear the loud shouts and instructions of the echelon coaches on the training ground. Someone was talking in the corridor, someone banged the door and shouted Zhuang Xian to get up, someone said something, and then several people laughed unbridledly. The laughter gradually faded away, becoming more and more vague and ambiguous, and it seemed that a few team members who came to make an appointment with Zhuang Xian couldn't wait, so they left first.

The noise in the hallway accentuated the awkward silence of the room.

The two of them still didn't speak, each thinking about their own thoughts.

The cigarette in Li Xiaolin's hand was almost burned to the end, he took another puff, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the coffee table, and twisted it a few times, so that the fire on the cigarette butt was completely extinguished. His mind was not on this trivial matter, and he could not grasp the strength in his hands, and one accidentally slid the ceramic ashtray on the glass coffee table, and the piercing sound startled both of them.

Li Xiaolin suddenly remembered another thing. He told Gao Jinsong that the chief team doctor was about to be replaced, and he was handing over the work this morning.

Gao Jinsong lifted his eyelids and glanced at Li Xiaolin. This matter has spread in the club two or three days ago, and it is just a normal personnel change, so it is worth Li Xiaolin to take it out and talk about it as a serious matter? Besides, this is not a bad thing for the chief team doctor, he returned to his old unit to avoid running between hospital bases at both ends, although he lost an income, but he also suffered a lot less foreign crimes - which member of the team is a fuel-efficient lamp?

"When you go to physiotherapy in the afternoon, let the new team doctor check on you, if you find something," Li Xiaolin smacked his mouth and paused before saying, "If you can really find out something, it won't hurt you...... It's really not good, you let them take you to a big hospital for a check-up......"

Gao Jinsong was silent.