332 The Day Before the Race (4)

"Understood, round football, I know!" The big man smiled, "It's just that you're so old, can you play football?" Hahaha, will you kick and kick and flash your waist? Hahaha! When people are old, they will obediently care for the elderly at home, don't come out to perform here, like a monkey, what kind of football do you play, do you know how to play football?"

After saying that, the man snatched the football from the old man's hand, threw it forward, and shot it violently, kicking the ball away, kicking it far and wide......

"Damn!" Ouyang Qingfeng couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately stepped forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There is no age to play football, as long as you are happy, you can play whenever you want!" The old man did not feel sad or angry because the football was kicked away, he just smiled and looked at the big gangster.

"Yo, happy, no matter what age you say, that's a good thing, but it's not like I'm going to laugh at you, uncle, is it really okay for you to play football at such an old age? I know there's a national casino nearby, and there's a small football field in it, do you dare to try it? Uncle?" The big man's face was full of ridicule and disdain.

Passers-by dissuaded the uncle one after another, forget it, compare it to a young man's venue. I heard that there are often some bad young people playing wild football in outdoor casinos, which are very violent, if this old uncle goes, even if he wants to simply kick a ball, it is impossible, and he will burn high incense without being knocked out of what three long and two short.

The big man looked at the uncle in front of him, and he seemed to see the uncle's fear from the persuasion of passers-by.

He thinks that this kind of exciting football game belongs to their young people, what is the matter with these old people playing handsome football on the side of the road, is it really no one for the younger generation?

The old man didn't ask for his friend's opinion at all, looked directly at the big man, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

Yes, there are not many words, just one word, okay.

Good what?

Is it so scary, or does it seem to be, or is it so nervous, or is it good, I promise!

The big man on the street didn't expect the white-haired old uncle in front of him to agree, and he felt a little ridiculous for a while. But ridiculous is ridiculous, and it didn't affect the big man on the street and the old man walking to the casino not far away.

It was an entertainment venue surrounded by iron nets, some people were playing extreme skateboarding, some were playing parallel bars or something, Ouyang Qingfeng also followed, originally thought it was a fun place, but it turned out to be similar to some national fitness parks in China, but it was just a little more perfect and nothing remarkable.

The younger brother of the street man stepped forward to open the iron gate, and there was a five-person competition in the corner, and several foreign students were playing there, looking like they were playing twice. As soon as they saw a few thugs coming, they all instinctively moved the venue out of the way, and then stood aside with a "oh~oh~oh~" cry to coax.

This couldn't help but make Ouyang Qingfeng sound Not long ago, on the night he was called up by Sima Hao to play in China, it was not a group of idle gangsters playing street ball in that part of the Imperial Domain, and the situation at that time was similar to here.

The big man on the street waved twice, and several young people who looked like students stepped forward, "Big brother!"

"Say hello to them!" the street man smiled and gestured his fingers.

Several teenagers stepped forward, led by one of the soccer balls in his hand forward, and then his feet stretched out slightly, the instep of his feet, and stopped the ball in front of him, and then he pushed the ball forward, and a straddle foot swung continuously, dangling directly from the old man's side, the young man disdainfully passed the ball to his companions, and the three of them guided each other around the two old men like that, playing with the old man.

The old man and his companions also began to want to grab the ball, but they passed the ball quickly and fancy, and they couldn't stop the ball for a while. The more the old man couldn't grab the ball, the happier they became, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time when passing the ball.

The two old men were not discouraged by this, but accelerated the speed of grabbing the ball.

In the eyes of onlookers, a few young men teasing the old man like this are really unbearable, and a middle-aged man pushed open the iron door and was about to teach these young people a lesson, but was stopped by the younger brother of the big man on the street.

After the younger brothers glared at him viciously, the middle-aged man left in a gloomy manner.

A few youths passed the ball back and forth, and then past the two old men, shot directly towards the small goal behind them. I don't know if the man was nervous or deliberate, but he actually shot the ball wide and hit the post and bounced out.

At this moment, the ball finally landed at the feet of the old man.

But those young people didn't seem to look at the old man in their eyes, and they smiled and opened their hands and made provocative movements for the old man to attack.

"Hey, hey, what kind of ability is a group of young people bullying two old people like this!"

It was at this moment that the voice that had always liked to meddle came again.

The big men on the street and the young people on the street all looked at Ouyang Qingfeng, and one of the younger brothers pointed at Ouyang Qingfeng and said in the local dialect, "Where did you come from, do you have a place to speak?

Ouyang Qingfeng scratched his ears, as if his ears fell off by the rough roar of this little brother, "Shut up!"

He glanced at the little brother, and then the man shut up decisively.

Ouyang Qingfeng pushed open the door and walked in, the little brother stood in place and trembled a little, just that look just now actually made him feel scared.

"Don't mind playing together?" Ouyang Qingfeng said with a smile, "I love to play football the most, I really can't sit idly by and watch you bully the old man like this!"

The big man on the street shrugged his shoulders, looked surprised, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Oriental boy, this is Europe, not you Dongfang, can you play football?

"It's okay, deal with you little weak chickens, and you won't be injured yet!" Ouyang Qingfeng smiled and said in a Chinese dialect.

Indeed, compared to when he played black football underground before, both Galen and Brooke were much better than the people in front of them, it was not only street football, but also violent extreme football, but so what, it was not beaten down by himself.

For no matter how strong the opponent is, Ouyang Qingfeng wants to beat him, because he wants to surpass everything and stand at the pinnacle of football.

Although the big man on the street couldn't understand what Ouyang Qingfeng said, it didn't affect him to agree to the other party's request.

"Just torture this Oriental boy to death with the two old men, and see if they dare to play football in the future!" The big man snorted coldly, his face looked very vicious, but in the next second he touched his leg to reveal a trace of sadness.

That second quickly disappeared, but it was captured by Ouyang Qingfeng.

No matter what sad things the other party has in the past, but for Ouyang Qingfeng, as long as you have a dream, you should stick to it and not hit anyone who has a dream, whether you are young or old.

Dreams are not for a day or two, but for a lifetime.

If you're still persevering when you're old, don't you think it's a wonderful thing to persevere, regardless of whether the result is complete or not? )