Lin Cheng is an international student in London, England, in addition to going to school every day to complete his own courses, like most poor Chinese students studying abroad, he works for others everywhere to earn his own living expenses and reduce the burden on his family.

Lin Cheng is a very ordinary and ordinary international student, not to mention in front of a high-headed foreigner, even in the small circle of London international students, Lin Cheng is a very inconspicuous character. His results are not very good, and he has no special talents, so he can only go with the flow.

If there is anything different about Lin Cheng, it is that in addition to being a student, he is also a fan. To be exact, he is a fan of the Premier League side Arsenal. Or rather, he was a big fan of Henry.

In fact, in high school, Lin Cheng's grades could only be regarded as midstream. However, he has always had a dream in his heart to see his idol playing in person at the Emirates Stadium at Arsenal. Stimulated by this motivation, Lin Cheng finally got a good score in the first three months of the college entrance examination. And with his persistence and the help of his parents, he finally succeeded in coming to London, England.

However, to Lin Cheng's disappointment, he did not have time to complete his dream at the Emirates Stadium, and Henry moved to Barcelona.

Lin Cheng was helpless, but there was no other way. So he added another hobby to his quiet study abroad career, which was to use the powerful Internet to watch Henry's games online. At home, he watched the Premier League broadcasts on the Internet, but in the UK he still relied on the Internet to watch La Liga, and he still uses the Internet - except that the league he watched has changed from La Liga to Major League Soccer.

Lin Cheng, who straddles Europe, America and Asia, sometimes suspects that he is the so-called "cup", why is it so difficult to watch an idol's game, in China, it takes three and a half of the night to watch the game, and in the United Kingdom, it still has to be three and a half of the night to watch the game, what is the difference between this and in China, anyway, don't want to watch the game.

Lin Cheng, who had been busy all day, did not go back to his rented nest and fall asleep as usual, but began to fiddle with his notebook with a history of several years.

A soccer match in progress was played on the computer screen, between the New York Red Bulls and the Los Angeles Galaxy.

"Fortunately, fortunately, although the New York Red Bulls have missed the playoffs, their head coach is quite good and still sent Henry on the court."

Seeing his idol appear in front of the camera, Lin Cheng's mood suddenly became better. What makes him even happier is that Beckham is also one of his favorite players, and seeing two of his favorite players in this game makes him even more happy.

But in the next moment, he was a little stunned, because he saw an oriental face with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes on the court.

"Chinese!!!"

Lin Cheng did not hesitate to draw conclusions. Although many countries in East Asia have similar appearance characteristics, Lin Cheng still recognized at a glance that the owner of this face in front of him was definitely Chinese. After all, they are all descendants of the Yan and Huang bloodlines, the descendants of the dragon, and it is absolutely impossible to go wrong with that feeling.

Lin Cheng was still racking his brains to recall how a professional player from China suddenly appeared in North America, thousands of miles away, and in the next moment, when he saw the scene on the screen, Lin Cheng couldn't help but spit out two words.

"Idiot!"

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At this moment, Qin Shou, who was in the deep game, naturally didn't know that there was a teenager in Europe who was scolding him for being an "idiot" on the screen, but he was indeed acting quite an idiot at the moment.

Shortly after the start of the game, he made a big mistake.

The New York Red Bulls were in no hurry to attack, slowly making inverted passes in central midfield. The LA Galaxy were also not aggressive in pressing, and the pace of the game was slow.

With such a slow pace, Qin Shou completed the first touch of his career. Captain Max handed over the football to Qin Shou, who had not yet recovered from his first excitement, and Qin Shou subconsciously took the ball and turned around and saw the Galaxy team striker Robbie. Kean ran towards him, and Qin Shou kicked the football behind him without thinking about it.

His intention was to pass the ball back to Max. However, he was still nervous in his first appearance in the professional league, his body was slightly stiff, and his mind was a little muddy, and his pass was unexpectedly off. In fact, Robbie. Keane's pressing was not active, and it was just a show, and Qin Shou had enough time to deal with the ball.

As a result, Qin Shou, who passed the ball in a hurry, actually kicked the football to Donovan in front of Max. The American striker didn't expect the ball to reach his feet for no reason, but with the instinctive reaction of a good striker, Donovan flicked the ball and easily shook the out-of-position Max to the goalkeeper and sent the ball into the net with a low shot.

0:1！

The Red Bull Park stadium was silent and the fans watched in disbelief, no one could have imagined that the deadlock of the game would be broken in such a way. His own player actually gave a brilliant assist to the opponent, which left everyone speechless.

A moment later, an overwhelming chorus of boos and shouts swept in.

"Where's the idiot, get out of the Red Bull Park course!"

“****！ You're just a ****! ”

"Yellow-skinned boy, get out of here! We don't need an undercover agent here! ”

"It's because of an idiot like you that we won't even be able to make the playoffs this year! Damn, you're a pig, a hopeless stupid pig! ”

Although the home fans showed that they didn't care about the result of the game before the game, how many really didn't care? This year's New York Red Bulls' record is terrible, the fans were already holding back their anger, and now they see their team falling behind by one goal in such a humiliating way, the anger in their hearts suddenly can't be contained, Qin Shou suddenly became the object of the fans' anger, for a while, the stands were noisy, and even some radical fans shouted and scolded, while throwing the debris in their hands to the court.

"Good shot! Nice assist! ”

"Ninety percent of the credit for this goal goes to the assisters. Sadly, however, the young Asian player set up his opponent to score the goal......"

"I suddenly wanted to see what Coach Dittmar would look like...... It's a pity, his face is expressionless at this moment, I don't know if he is already angry in his heart......"

The commentary seat was also noisy, everyone made jokes and ridiculed, and the chubby commentator really felt a burst of heat on his face, and he was so ashamed that he stretched his head between his legs.

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Qin Shou stood in place in a daze, staring blankly at the football lying quietly in the goal, his face was dazed and painful.

"My first appearance, was I messed up like this?"

Listening to the boos and scolding from all directions, and feeling the questioning and blaming eyes of his teammates, Qin Shou was ashamed. He even had the urge to flee back to the locker room.

Thankfully, his sanity prevented such thoughts, his fists clenched, his teeth clenching his lip. He was a little uncomfortable, and even had a sour nose. After all, he is only a 20-year-old boy, and in the face of such a situation, he is already very strong and restrained without shedding tears on the spot.

After a brief celebration by the LA Galaxy players, the game quickly resumed.

And after starting again, Qin Shou's performance was still unbearable.

At the beginning, the teammates would still pass the football to Qin Shou, after all, the football field is full of many unpredictable accidents, and a mistake can't explain anything, besides, Qin Shou played in the professional league for the first time and lacked experience, so his teammates didn't blame anything, but generously hoped that Qin Shou could cheer up and show his ability in his usual training.

However, Qin Shou obviously lived up to the expectations of his teammates. He is still a mess of movement, not only often making mistakes when passing, but sometimes making mistakes when connecting with teammates, and once even stopping the ball out of bounds.

Slowly, teammates rarely passed the football to Qin Shou. Although everyone gets along fairly well on weekdays, this is a game after all, and no one will hand over football to a teammate who makes them feel insecure.

Qin Shou, who had almost no contact with football, could only run around in the field like a walking corpse. Although there are no mistakes if he can't get the ball, his inaction still puts the team under more pressure due to Qin Shou's position.

In this game, Qin Shou played in the position of the back midfield, which is a barrier on the team's back line. Dittmar has given him the task of sweeping the midfield and not giving the opposition a chance to face the backline easily.

And now Qin Shou is like a transparent person, even if the LA Galaxy team's offensive is not violent, but they still threaten every attack without much resistance in the midfield, and the New York Red Bulls' defense is precarious for a while.

The situation of the game was completely against the New York Red Bulls.

On the sidelines, Coach Juan kept walking around with an anxious face. Seeing the team collapse, the assistant coach suggested substitutions to the head coach more than once.

Dietmar remained expressionless, and after being annoyed by Juan's real annoyance, he waved his hand to stop his assistant's movements.

"I know you want to protect Qin, and I don't want him to lose confidence because of one game. But my decision will not change. No matter how bad he is in this game, he has to stay on the pitch. ”

Juan, who was seen through his thoughts, was angry and had the heart to say something, but Dietmar didn't give him a chance, turned around, and left him with only a back.

"It's up to you, Qin!" Hu Anxin sighed secretly.

It's just that he didn't know that at the moment when Dittmar turned around, the old man was also sighing softly: "Cheer up, Qin, this is your chance, seize it!" ”