In the summer of 1998, the eyes of the world were focused on France, where the quadrennial Football World Cup was underway.

Football broke into many people's lives that summer, and the children of China were no exception.

"Good ball, good ball......"

"Pass, pass, ......"

The enthusiastic shouts added a bit of warmth to the hot air, and the children on the playground ran around on the hot hard ground, and they did not feel unbearable......

A child wearing the jersey of the Chinese team, skillfully playing with the football under his feet, suddenly came and went in a group of big children wearing jerseys of Brazil, Italy, Germany, France, Croatia, etc., as if entering a no-man's land......

Those friends who are obviously a head taller than him can't do anything about him!

A little Japanese fat man stretched out his foot to break the ball, saw that the ball was buckled and left, he turned around, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and directly grabbed the Chinese team jersey that was about to run away......

"Zhang Meng, do you want face......"

"Fool ......"

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The little fat man who was squatting on the ground ...... not yet got up, and he was criticized by his friends!

"If you have the ability to defend, I will have the goal behind me!" The little fat man got up and didn't show weakness!

"Also, Zhao Jun, your brother is really only eight years old?"

"Yu Yu is a powerful ......"

"Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun, Zhang Meng bullied Yu Yu, ......"

"Okay, okay, you guys," a handsome boy in an Italian jersey with four or six points of hair was impatient: "I've asked Uncle Nine several times, Yuyu is ten years old!" ”

said, turned his head to face the little fat man: "Zhang Meng, you have committed a foul, penalty!" ”

"What penalty," the little fat man was unconvinced: "It's so far from the goal, it must be a free kick......"

"A free kick is a free kick," Zhao Jun turned his head to look at Zhao Yuyu, who was already playing with the boring juggling ball: "You have to bring your good ball, this ball is tumored!" ”

"This ......" The little fat man is reluctant!

"Hurry up and ......"

"Slippery ......"

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"Yuyu, you have to kick lightly!" The little fat man walked to the sidelines step by step, and did not forget to turn around and tell Zhao Yuyu.

"Hurry up, you're a substitute for the school team, show some momentum......" The little fat man looked like this, which attracted the laughter and scolding of his friends......

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Zhao Yuyu didn't bounce the ball anymore, stepped on the ball at his feet, crossed his hands on his hips, and looked at the sky speechlessly: something is wrong, although his dream is not clear, but the situation is definitely not like this! The ball is made of a layer of rubber skin, not to mention the rest, it will be a tumor when it touches a stone! Is there a tumor on the football?!

If you want to play normal football, that's also the worst artificial leather! Reluctantly!

The friends who played football together fooled their physical education teacher into giving them the key to the equipment room, and they claimed to be the school team!

Not to mention the venue, the bare ground, the line can't be drawn! Penalties and free kicks are discussed......

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Just thinking about it, he was pushed: "What do you think?" Here comes the ball! ”

Taking over this real football, Zhao Yuyu groped for the smooth artificial leather, and almost burst into tears: This is a real football!

After placing the football, I saw my own shoes: the toes are wrapped in a little rubber skin, and there are rubber soles, but there is a face printed with "football professional training" to make people speechless, although there is only a vague impact, but professional football shoes are not like this......

Straightened up, took a few steps back, and looked at these little ghosts noisily learning to arrange people's walls, Zhao Yuyu couldn't help but roll his eyes again: Why is this memory in my mind, except for how to play football, everything else is vague!

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Zhao Yuyu's eyes became serious: no matter when and where, playing football must always be serious, not perfunctory! The greatest joy is playing football......

Zhao Yuyu ran up, put a football on the inside of his right foot, and the football crossed the human wall, drew an arc, and went straight to the far corner of the goal!

"Whew......" The children cheered, and Zhao Yuyu couldn't help but cheer himself up!

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"It's a pity that there is no net, but if there is a net, this ball looks so beautiful!" Zhao Jun looked intoxicated......

Zhao Yuyu: ......

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"Eat popsicles......"

There was a crisp shout from the sidelines!

"Oh......"

A swarm of bees ran over......

"Zhao Jing, thank you......"

"Yes, Jingjing, how would we live without you!"

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"You guys are lazy," the delicate little beauty carrying a plastic bag of popsicles stroked her short hair to her ears: "Yuyu's commissary is at the school gate, and you don't bother to go over!" ”

"Aren't we busy playing!" Zhao Jun took a popsicle and gave his cousin a smile!

"You junior high school students can't even kick Yuyu, so you're embarrassed to kick it all day!"

"Can that be the same?"

"It's ......"

"Even Ronaldo can imitate ......"

"We're also very good......"

"What is Ronaldo's move called, yes! Pendulum passing! ”

"That's right, just use it when you run!"

Although I am a little weak in the face of the combination of popsicles and beauties, when it comes to this, my friends are in good spirits......

Zhao Yuyu: ......

However, that guy is really strong!

"Okay, okay," the little beauty interrupted them with an impatient wave: "It's summer vacation soon, and it's time for the experimental middle school to find trouble again, and you'll know if you're good at that time......"

"What is the ...... of the experimental middle school?"

"It's a big deal, let Yu Yu help ......"

"Yu Yu is still a primary school student!"

"What's that? He will definitely go to our school in the future......"

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"Yuyu, it's not hot," Zhao Jing no longer paid attention to these heartless male classmates, and cared about the well-behaved little cousin: "You also eat popsicles!" ”

"I don't eat it," Zhao Yuyu refused, although the taste of the popsicle was good, but Zhao Yuyu still controlled his mouth: "Sister, you can eat!" "It's a little ashamed, to be cute to such a little girl, but what can I do? I know how to play football, but I'm just a kid!

"Yu Yu is so good!" Zhao Jing touched her brother's head: "By the way, my aunt wants you to go home quickly!" ”

Zhao Yuyu: ......

Why is the point always said last?

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"I disagree!" Li Jingfang felt that she was going to be angry: "Yu Yu is so young, you actually plan to send him abroad alone!" Don't even think about it! ”

Li Jingfang stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, walked back and forth a few steps, and pointed her finger at Zhao Shengli on the other end of the sofa: "I don't care how obsessed you are, Yuyu is my own!" I...... I ......"

"Look at what you said, it seems that Yu Yu is not my own son!" Zhao Shengli's eyebrows were connected, and a big bitterness was written on his face: "Isn't this a discussion with you?" You can also see the appearance of Yuyu playing football, and he only likes to play football since he was a child, and the waves are also a videotape that he finally helped send, and now the foreign club really likes our son, let him go to the trial, and reimburse all the expenses of the meeting, isn't this a good opportunity in a lifetime! ”

"Li Hongbo is also a bastard!" Li Jingfang's chest rose and fell, and tears were about to fall: "I worked hard to help him pay his tuition and go to college, does he repay his aunt like this?!" ”

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