The football team of Zhongya High School came to participate in the Liaodong Juyi U14 International Friendship Cup with the entrustment of Principal Huang "I don't want grades, I want face", and went home happily with full harvest and good results of second place.

In the last game, Liaodong Juyi and Shencheng Lishui Road School played 2-2.

In this way, Serrano has six points from two wins and one loss, ranking at the top of the table.

Zhongya High School and Liaodong Juyi are one win, one draw and one loss, with four points, the rules of this cup refer to the World Cup, and the goal difference is the same, so the Zhongya High School with more goal difference ranks second, and Liaodong Juyi ranks third.

Shencheng Lishui Road School, which has two draws and one loss, ranks last.

However, when parting, Zhou Lei pulled Yang Fanyuan and said solemnly, in this seven-a-side game, your overall flaws are not particularly obvious, next time, if you kick eleven people, wait and see.

Yang Fanyuan blinked and said, "So we have great potential, by the way, do you watch football games?"

Zhou Lei nodded, there will be a game on the 10th, China vs. Bahrain, watch TV together?

Yang Fanyuan blinked, then watch TV together, next time, eleven people, remember.

"Remember to read the game analysis I wrote on Penguin's Weibo 'China Ball Tyrant 0714'." Zhou Lei's last words to Yang Fanyuan on this Sunday afternoon ignited Yang Fanyuan's enthusiasm to watch the game.

On the way home, Yang Fanyuan finally began to forget the torture and pain caused by the last game, and began to pester his teammates to talk about the Chinese team's game.

Li Kunpeng glanced at Yang Fanyuan, then at Sang Shan, and smiled bitterly, this kid is so easy to break free from the torture of the competition, and he has to jump into a new torture, I hope he can grow up in the torture!

Sang Shan glared back at Li Kunpeng, torture? Don't you watch the Chinese team's game, you're not the same! I really like to watch the Chinese team's games, well, Wu Leilei looks okay.

Li Kunpeng was speechless, closed his eyes and recuperated, he had to stay up late to watch the football when he went back, by the way, the young female reporter in this competition reminded me that we still lack a team photographer! Next time, be sure to record the game and review and analyze it.

Yang Fanyuan, on the other side, didn't really fall into the new torture.

He asked Tan Hairui, will we watch the game together tomorrow? China vs. Bahrain.

Tan Hairui rolled his eyes, he should be able to watch the NBA for a few minutes at noon tomorrow, you say, what time does the Chinese team play?

12 p.m.! I'm going to sleep. The Chinese team's game is not good-looking, you should go to bed early.

Go, go, don't bother me, I'm going to sleep now.

Yang Fan was far from it, and ran over to find Wang Yihao, tomorrow at 12 o'clock in the evening, to see China vs. Bahrain?

Wang Yihao opened his mouth exaggeratedly and read the lines, Wang, look at it, don't watch it with you.

Ask the king why? King, I don't need to explain to you.

Wang Yihao's inner monologue, the pain of watching the ball with the king of Taishang, leave it to the king! You are still the flower of the future of the motherland.

Yang Fan looked for Wu Yue far away, and Wu Yue said that he could not sleep more than 10 o'clock every day.

Looking for Meng Guanghai and Ji Yiming, I'm sorry, we never watch football games, and besides, there are still a lot of test papers to write.

Looking for the goalkeeper who plays basketball, I'm sorry, I don't even have time to watch the basketball game.

Looking for Zheng Chengzhang, I'm sorry, I don't even have time to watch cartoons.

……

Yang Fan sat back in his seat stupidly, hum, there is no way, I can only find a way to get my father to agree to watch the game with him.

What's the best way to do it? Yang Fanyuan blinked, quieted down, pondering.

Soon, the players slowly fell asleep, two days, round trip, three games, tired enough to choke, sleep well! When you get home, there are new stories, and the teenagers are in such stories one after another, bathed in sunshine and rain, happy and sad, and then, growing up.

When they got home, the parents picked up their children and went back to school, and the next day they went to school, and during the recess drill assembly, Principal Huang praised the football team, and then trained...... It's all brushed off.

In short, after the competition, everything was dull, and the hearts of the teenagers began to precipitate, waiting for the next time and setting sail.

On the evening of December 10, Yang Fanyuan and his sister came home from training together, and Yang's father sat on the sofa reading a book.

Yang Fanyuan blinked and looked at the old lady, you can tell me.

Yang Jingcheng deliberately shouted at Yang Fanyuan: "Hurry up and go take a bath and sleep!" Mom and Dad also have to rest early, otherwise, what should I do if I don't get up in the middle of the night to watch the Chinese team's game? ”

Dad Yang put down the book and looked at Yang Jingsheng, this girl never interfered with Dad watching the ball, today, is there something wrong?

"There's a Chinese team to play? When? Yang Fanyuan hurriedly seized the opportunity to play treasure, and sat next to Yang's father, "Dad, do you see?" ”

Dad Yang looked at Yang Fanyuan, lifted his glasses, and kept silent, it turned out that you were doing something, the Chinese team's game, I really don't want to show you.

Yang Fan saw that his father didn't speak, so he had to continue to look at his sister and ask for help.

Yang Jingcheng is very helpless, you are so cowardly, is it my brother?

"Dad, you're very unfair!" Yang Jingsheng didn't bend at all, just kidding, I have to go to bed early, go to school during the day, and train table tennis at night, it's very hard.

Dad Yang looked at his daughter dotingly, you said.

"Do you support your brother to play football!" Yang Jingcheng made a big move, "I remember that as soon as I said that I wanted to play table tennis well, you took me to Shencheng to practice in the summer vacation." Why, when my brother wants to play football well, you don't do anything but don't object. ”

Dad Yang was silent, knowing that Yang Jingcheng still had a big move.

Yang Fanyuan hurriedly put an assistant first: "Really, old lady!" You've all been to Shencheng to practice, so envious, I've practiced with the boss. ”

"Coach Li is still very professional! But if you don't watch the ball and the game, this one will be biased! Yang Jingcheng then enlarged his move, "Dad, I don't want my brother to grow up and blame you for being a woman over a man!" ”

Dad Yang was shot and bled out, lay down, then sat up, and said to Yang Jingcheng with a smile: "You go to sleep quickly, I have something to tell your brother." ”

OK, that's it. Yang Jingcheng hurriedly went to busy with his own affairs, if he had an idea, he said it, how could he have time to waste, well, this is very Yang Jingsheng.

The old sister went to get busy, Yang Fanyuan hurriedly sat down, and looked at Dad Yang, I want to watch the game!

"Do you really want to watch a football game where even the commentators are complaining? Chinese team. Dad Yang put away his doting eyes and looked at Yang Fanyuan seriously.

Yang Fanyuan nodded, blinked, and spoke: "I want to see it, the Chinese team." ”

"Can you tell me what you think?" Dad Yang looked at his son and remembered that many years ago, when Yang Jingsheng insisted on playing table tennis, he also asked the same.

"I just want to see how they play with explosives bags on their backs." Yang Fanyuan said with certainty.

Dad Yang was not surprised, Yang Fanyuan's situation in the last game in Liaodong, Li Kunpeng had already communicated with him. He looked at his son, you, really grew up.