Bang -

Almost without thinking, Luo Weixi closed the door again. He kept admonishing himself in his heart: "Calm down! Calm down! ”

He still has half a bottle of beer in his hand, and behind him is a toilet stick. Regardless of whether the toilet stick is friend or foe, rushing in with a bottle of wine is not a sign of friendliness. Luo Weixi took off his coat and wrapped the bottle, took a deep breath, and then turned around and looked at the sticks with an embarrassed expression.

The sticks in the "bathroom" were very calm, not at all startled by Luo Weixi, who should have spoken, and those who should have drunk were still drinking, only a few sticks sitting closer to the door looked at him blankly.

Luo Weixi froze, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Hello Smecta everyone." As soon as the words came out, even he was stunned, and what came out of his mouth was no longer the familiar Mandarin, but the Korean language.

Just as he was surprised, he suddenly remembered what Gao Yu said: as long as the deal is confirmed, in addition to the thinking ability, he will have everything from the substitute, including football skills and language.

In this way, from the moment I stepped through that door, I should have been replaced by the non-mainstream Lee Cheon-so, and this room full of mirrors, jerseys and tactical boards should be the dressing room of the South Korean team at the 2002 World Cup.

Luo Weixi tilted his head nervously and looked at the mirror on the wall, and what appeared in front of him was indeed a lewd face full of non-mainstream taste.

From this moment on, the game officially begins......

Hiddink finally found the belated Luo Weixi (Li Tianxiu), he looked a little angry, and muttered a lot of words, but unfortunately the old man Xi spoke Dutch with a very local flavor, and he didn't know what he was talking about after listening to it for a long time.

A young stick near the door couldn't stand it, so he leaned over and whispered: "Li Tianxiu Smecta, the coach is angry, why don't you go and change your jersey quickly." ”

Luo Weixi answered, and suddenly noticed that this friendly young stick was a little familiar.

The sticks that don't have plastic surgery all look similar, basically a big pie face and squinting eyes, and they can feel familiar, unless they are very familiar people, Luo Weixi tried his best to search for the familiar stick players in his mind. Soon he remembered who this stick was: the most famous baseball player in the world, who else could there be besides Park Ji-sung Park Sam-lung, who made a name for himself at Manchester United?

Park Ji-sung in 2002 was only 21 years old, and he was still a ** version of Park Ji-sung, so it was no wonder that he couldn't recognize him for a while.

Luo Weixi said happily: "You are Pu Sanlung, Smecta." ”

Park Ji-sung was confused: "What kind of Smecta is Park Sanlung?" ”

"Uh, nothing, nothing, I'll change my jersey......"

Park Sam Lung is a nickname given to him by Chinese fans, how would Park Ji-sung know.

After some hard work, he finally found Li Tianxiu's locker in the corner of the locker room, Luo Weixi hid the half bottle of beer wrapped in his coat in the corner of the locker, took out his jersey and sneakers and changed them. At this moment, a four-eyed stick in a suit and leather shoes pushed open the door and walked into the locker room.

The four-eyed stick was as thin as a hemp rod, and he wore an ill-fitting suit on his body as if he had stolen his father's clothes. His hair was covered with a thick layer of hairspray, and there was a fly that had stumbled on it, and his highly myopic eyes, which were narrowed in a line, seemed to be drawing eyeshadow, his lips were as red as if he had just drunk blood, and his chin was shaved so smooth that he didn't even have a beard.

This man doesn't look like a player, he looks like a comedy star. Luo Weixi squeezed to Park Ji-sung, who looked more friendly, and asked, "Who is this four-eyed guy?" ”

Park Ji-sung looked at Luo Weixi as if he didn't know him: "Tianxiu Smecta, what's wrong with you today?" This is the team leader, Park Chang. ”

"Oh, that's a good name, it's very postmodern." Luo Weixi looked around, and then pointed to the northeast corner of the locker room and asked, "What about the stupid one who keeps drinking water?" ”

"That's Ahn Jung-hwan." Park Ji-sung didn't think much about it for a while, and answered Luo Weixi's question honestly.

"Uh-huh, what about the one who crosses Erlang's legs and picks his teeth?"

"That's our center Xue Qixuan."

"Oh, what about the golden retriever sitting across from me?"

Park Ji-sung gave him a blank look: "That's yourself, and there is a mirror opposite you." ”

“……”

Ever since Park Chang walked into the locker room, the atmosphere in the locker room has become much more tense. Ahn Jung-hwan put down the kettle in his hand, Xue Qixuan also took his fingers out of his mouth unsatisfied, and even head coach Hiddink consciously stopped what he was doing.

This reaction made Park Chang feel very comfortable, and he gently bounced off the fly that had fallen and was stuck to his hair, and began to pace around the locker room with his hands behind his back with a gloomy face.

After pacing twice, Park Chang began to speak, and his voice was full of passion: "You are all the elite of the Korean nation!" This is not a game, this is a war, a war that concerns an entire nation! Park Chang's hand slapped heavily on the tactical board.

Thunderous applause erupted in the locker room.

"We can only win this war, not lose it." Park Chang raised his voice further: "From now on, we must unite and nip all possible threats in the bud." "Smack - there's one more handprint on the tactical board.

A storm of applause followed.

Seeing the players' reactions so enthusiastically, Park Chang's face looked much better: "So, warriors, who can tell me who is the biggest threat in the opponent's lineup?" ”

"I know!" A man in the corner stood up excitedly. Luo Weixi saw that it was An Zhenhuan who had been drinking water since he entered the door.

A smile finally appeared on Park Chang's face: "Brave man, Ahn Jung-hwan Smecta." We have a Korean proverb that says, 'Whenever our nation is in trouble, there is always a person with noble Korean blood who stands up to save everything,' and I hope that this person is referring to you. Now, tell me, who is the biggest threat? ”

An Zhenhuan's face had already turned flushed with excitement, and he replied with resolute eyes and a loud voice: "It's Jin Er Fat and Jin San Fat father and son in the north!" ”

Luo Weixi's feet went limp and he almost knelt down.

The smile that Park Chang had finally put on his face disappeared in an instant. "Who recruited him into the national team? Who is it? Who is it? Park Chang roared in the locker room as if he had taken a drug.

No one dared to speak, and no one knew how to answer this sentence, except Ahn Jung-hwan.

Ahn Jung-hwan quietly pointed her finger at Hiddink.

Luo Weixi almost fell to his knees again.

Park Chang was completely convinced, no pre-game mobilization, any morale boosting could not be carried out, he glared at Ahn Jung-hwan fiercely, and pulled his hair in despair, helplessly clapping his hands and signaling Hiddink to come over to arrange tactics.

What kind of water and soil feeds what kind of people, this is Luo Weixi's first impression of An Zhenhuan.

Hiddink finally waited for his own show, and he happily stood in front of the tactics board with a large stack of materials. After arranging the tactics and announcing the roster, Luo Weixi also found a fatal problem: he did not enter the starting lineup.

I can't even play, so what can I do to help Maldini reach the quarterfinals?

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, there were still ten minutes left before the start of the game, and Luo Weixi quickly took advantage of this last time to study the roster to see if he still had a chance of getting a start.

Lee Tianxiu plays in the midfield position, and according to the personnel who played, the only high school striker Xue Qixuan cannot be replaced; The midfielders are either veteran or have better substitutes than themselves, and they are even more unlikely to be replaced. Pick and choose, and the only thing that can be replaced is Ahn Jung-hwan, who is stupid and not in the middle of winter.

More crucially, in memory, if it drags on to extra time, Ahn Jung-hwan will also score a goal to eliminate the Italian team. With this premise, replacing him is even more important.

It's just that although An Zhenhuan looks a little stupid, his level is still undoubted, and it is impossible to replace him with strength, unless there is an accident.

Luo Weixi's eyes fell on the half bottle of beer he had brought with him from 2015......

Guus Hiddink left the dressing room after arranging the tactics and the players, giving his players 10 minutes before the game to keep them calm, as has been his practice since he became a coach.

Today's game has put him under endless pressure, and since dawn, at least six national leaders have come to talk to him, and two of them have even begun to interfere with his tactics and personnel arrangements. Team leader Park Chang visited the locker room five times in half a day, and every time he lectured, he was like a great enemy, and every time he didn't let the interpreter participate.

Guus Hiddink always thought something was going to happen today.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the locker room.

At this time, most of the players were praying or cheering each other on, and it was not usually so noisy, and Hiddink felt a little strange and turned and walked back to the locker room.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the locker room, Hiddink saw that Park Chang's appearance had become a little different: his originally neat and shiny hairstyle had become a little messy due to excitement, his straight suit had been crumpled by his own hands, and he had a constipated expression on his face.

"What's going on, Team Leader Park?" Hiddink asked.

Seeing Hiddink, the expression on Park Chang's face instantly changed from constipation to anal fissure, and he pointed to the corner of the locker room and shouted: "How can I have such a player in the Republic of Korea, Smecta, look at him, look at him yourself." ”

Sitting in the corner is Ahn Jung-hwan, the only player in the team who travels to Europe.

At this time, Ahn Jung-hwan was reclining in the corner, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, one hand propped up on the chair, and the other hand held a kettle and poked his nostrils hard, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Seeing Hiddink, he suddenly became excited, raised the kettle in his hand and shouted: "Why is this old man a little familiar, come on, come and have a toast together, drink this cup and have one more glass, and then drink this cup and three glasses of Smecta ......"

Hiddink's face turned iron blue all of a sudden.