"What are you thinking?"

Fabregas saw that Zhao Yuyu didn't speak for a long time, and directly patted him on the shoulder.

"Nothing."

Zhao Yuyu, who came back to his senses, knocked off the hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, the pig's head incident is much more serious than you throw a pizza, but is it the same thing?"

Zhao Yuyu thought about it for a long time and still didn't understand, and when he thought of Chinese football, he was even more in a bad mood:

"Figo is a traitor to Barcelona, and dealing with him can only be said to be excessive, but Ferguson is just an opponent, he lost on the field, and he attacked so secretly off the field......"

Zhao Yuyu stopped his words, he didn't know what to say, not only did he sneak attack, but he didn't dare to admit it, which was too tasteless.

"What should I do now, I've done everything," Fabregas also put down his knife and fork: "Actually, I regretted it after throwing it out, but at that time, I threw it out as soon as my brain was hot, and I didn't know what to do, so I hid." ”

"Forget it," Zhao Yuyu picked up the chopsticks: "It's better to find an opportunity to apologize in the future." "It's none of my business, it's not in the way of my goals, there's no need to meddle with it, it's just this Sesk, hey......

"That's the only way, I'll apologize when I have the chance," Fabregas picked up the fork again: "You're not going to leak it to me, are you?" ”

Glaring up, "Did you know me on the first day?" ”

"Yes, that's good." Xiaofa nodded, relieved.

"By the way, I want to ask you something," Zhao Yuyu didn't want to continue the topic: "My little friend, how is Mao Jianqing lately, didn't you go out to mess around?" ”

'No, as far as I know, he's already playing in the FA Youth Cup, and he's doing well.

"That's good."

"Besides, you don't know the salary of a young player, and you can guarantee that he won't starve to death, why does his family have money?"

"He has money, and I lent it to him."

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand pounds."

Fabregas stopped eating and looked at Zhao Yuyu dumbfounded: "Do you know how much money this is, and the annual salary of ordinary white-collar workers is so much!" ”

Zhao Yuyu swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Mao is a bold and face-heavy person, but he squirmed and asked me to borrow 3,000 pounds, he must have his own difficulties, so I opened my mouth, I can't let his face be lost, and I don't want interest." ”

"Alright," Fabregas shrugged, not saying anything more, "I'll keep an eye out for you, and I hope he'll be kind to you." ”

……

After finishing dinner, Zhao Yuyu did not organize other programs, and after sending Fabregas away, he followed his thoughts and returned to the past......

How could Cesc Fabregas do such a thing?

I still remember that after the 02 World Cup, when he complained about Han Guo together, he seemed to hate the dark side of professional football so much......

That year, Chinese football finally rushed into the World Cup, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national carnival.

The land of China from north to south is full of celebratory crowds, and the sky is full of fireworks, for the first time in 44 years, it is much worse than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

The international players were also held to the sky, and major companies held the yuan and stuffed the money directly into their arms.

A small episode can illustrate the popularity of football back then.

The transfer fee of Ms. Li Xiang, the queen reporter of the head coach of the national football team, Milu, reached 3 million!

In this era when ordinary people's monthly salary is about 1,000, "Sports Weekly" took out 3 million to poach a reporter in order to overwhelm its old opponents in terms of national team news reporting!

This can be imagined the popularity of Chinese football, even Milu, who has led three different national teams to the World Cup, has never seen such a posture.

From the Football Association to the manager to the players, everyone is busy, busy making money......

The media is in the climax every day, and the slogan of "defeat Costa Rica, draw with Turkey, lose Brazil, and reach the top 16" resounded throughout the country!

And then......

It's time for dreams to break!

……

02 World Cup, the three games of the Chinese team, Zhao Yuyu watched them all under the sympathy of his parents.

13 June 2002

Han. Seoul, Seoul, Seoul Stadium

Zhao Yuyu looked at the arena with a calm face, and the real-time score was displayed on the big screen in the stadium:

China 0:3 Turkey

The deafening "Chinese team, enter one" around him gradually subsided, the five-star red flag that was always waving began to fall, the gongs, drums and suona were all silent, and the atmosphere of despair mixed with disappointment spread among the Chinese fans......

Li Jingfang wiped away her tears, looked at her son with a calm face uneasily, and secretly pulled her husband who was full of pain!

Zhao Shengli came back to his senses and looked at his wife: "What's wrong?" ”

Li Jingfang motioned to her husband to look at her son!

The couple looked at their son together, looked at each other, and after a few gestures, Li Jingfang opened her mouth: "Son, are you okay?!" ”

"It's okay!"

Zhao Yuyu looked back at his mother's suspicious eyes, cried out "wow", and hid in his mother's arms: "I knew I was going to lose, but I didn't expect this!" ”

Yes, they are all busy making money, the preparation work is so-so, and losing is a certainty, but losing the game without any power to fight back is still unacceptable.

Li Jingfang hugged her son distressedly, patted her son's back, listened to her son's intermittent grievances, sobbed and choked, and couldn't help crying!

Zhao Shengli saw that he hadn't cried much at all, he had been a little adult since he was a child, and at this time he was hiding in his wife's arms and crying like a tearful person, he only felt that his heart was like a knife, and after gritting his teeth, he could only say: "Hey......" A long sigh took them into his arms......

What else? How can it be?!

The surrounding fans just looked at the field, and there were not a few who cried bitterly at this time!

The one who was topless and wrote in oil paint on his body "Come on tomorrow for the national football team." We don't have much to expect, please don't make us too sad" girls, what about at this time?

Chinese fans are coming to South Korea with great expectations. Before the game, the Football Association and the media are also promoting optimism!

According to the roadmap of the media and fans in the World Cup, the Chinese team will try to win Costa Rica in the first battle. In the second game, Brazil should win by losing and trying to concede less goal difference. In the third battle, Turkey was fought for a draw. If such a roadmap is realized, the Chinese team will qualify second in the group with "two wins and one loss with six points" or "one win, one draw and one loss with four points".

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. In the first game against Costa Rica, the Chinese team lost a 0:2.

The cruel reality forced the Chinese team to lower the goal of qualifying from the group to try to win a draw, so as to get the first point in the history of the Chinese team in the World Cup.

After the Chinese team lost 0-4 to Brazil in the second game, the cruel reality forced the Chinese team to lower its goal to try to score the first goal in the history of the Chinese team in the World Cup.

Now it's the finale. Battle, the Chinese team 0:3 Turkey, time is gradually coming to an end, and the ending is about to settle!

The Football Association has a lot of goals compared to the media, winning a game, scoring a point, and scoring a goal, all of which have been shattered by the cruel reality.