I felt like everything was running away into the distance. Goals, pitches, penalty lines, runways, and even everyone. For the first time, my feelings on the pitch were so unreal, the whole world was being reclaimed by the horizon.

There is such a player, who is sometimes talented and sometimes absent-minded on the pitch. Everyone teased him, saying that he was "thinking about life" when he made an inexplicable mistake. He also had a lot of magical performances off the field, such as playing fireworks at home and attracting fire police. When the police officer asked him why he was able to set the house on fire in the bathroom, he said, "I'm working on the principle of a rocket." He's so amazing that even people like me who don't watch a lot of football know him.

Of course, I don't dare to set off fireworks at home, and I don't think about life on the pitch. As a goalkeeper, a moment of slackness can negate the team's efforts. Outside of the competition, I always let myself wander freely, and it doesn't matter if my thoughts drift to all corners of the world. But in a game, I'm always going to make sure I'm 100 percent focused.

But in today's game, except for the hanging shot at the beginning, the experimental middle school never gave me any chance to express myself. They struggled to even get through midfield and we kept the opposition at bay in their half for drills. The 4-0 lead in the first half was the best proof of that. After the start of the second half, the situation did not change in the slightest. Ye Ruiyang has pressed forward near the middle line, maybe Ming Ming and Taotao have scored, and he also wants to find a chance to score. As for me, I just have a pestle in front of the door, and occasionally I jump twice to keep warm because the wind is too strong.

It's so unfamiliar, as if I'm a superfluous person, and the whole team doesn't need me to win easily. The black scarf protected me and allowed me to calmly let the state of "thinking about life" cover my brain little by little.

Maybe I didn't think about life, but I just watched the battle ahead and turned my remaining eyes to the sky. Wherever the wind blows, the stratus clouds drift there. After looking at the clouds for a long time, the earth seems to be narrow, the middle of the court seems to be bulging, and the people on both sides are sliding down the slope, irreversibly away from the center. All of us are on that side, and I am on this side, destined to go away from each other and fall to the end of the world.

"Jiang Yuanyi scored a goal, the scorer No. 23 Mu Zheng, the score on the field was 5:0, and the assist came from No. 14 Yan Xi."

We scored another goal, we didn't witness the process, and of course there was no replay. At this time, the goal had nothing to do with the outcome of the game, and everyone didn't seem to be too excited, Mu Zheng once again pointed his hands to the distant sky, his expression was quiet and solemn. In the sea of clouds, where did the flight that would never return sail now? How far away is it?

If there is a heaven, Xianxian may have been on the other side of us for two years. When a football team gets there, will Xianxian be happy? Will they accept him as part of the team? Perhaps, at this moment, they are playing football together, just like us on the earth right now.

There is no heaven. I've known it since I was a child. When a man dies, he dies. Death was far away from me at that time, and I couldn't have predicted how close it was to the strings. How unreal death is for us kids, it doesn't look like something that will really happen. Just like the clouds that flutter today, it makes me realize that everything on the earth is soft and floating.

"Jiang Yuan's first squadron substitution. Replaced No. 23 Mu Zheng and No. 7 Xu Xiang. Replaced No. 24 Zhang Taotao and replaced No. 22 Mi Le. ”

The game was interrupted, and it finally pulled me back to the ground again. Senior Xu Xiang and Miller stood on the sidelines waiting, their white short-sleeved jerseys covered with thick shirts. Miller's white scarf also appeared, and the soft texture made me feel like a leaping lamb, looking forward to the running grassland.

Mu Zheng, who was replaced, took off the captain's armband and took it to complete the high-fives with the two substitutes. Miller took the armband and sprinted towards the backline.

"Brother Chuan, you go to play center back. Obviously, you move to the left. 'He was running and signalling for his team-mates to change formations and we switched to a back four. Xu Xiang also said something to Huang Minxue after coming on the field, and the burden of midfield defense should fall on the latter.

The competition has not yet restarted, and the experimental middle school is also making changes.

"Ke Ke, quick, give me my hand." He ran up to me, grabbed my left arm without saying a word, and wrapped the armband around me with three strokes of five divided by two.

"Was it arranged by the coach?" I asked.

"I'm doing it myself, hee-hee." He stuck his tongue out at me, making it difficult for me to guess if it was true or not.

"What, wear it for me, I want to be the captain too!" Ye Ruiyang heard it and turned around and spread his hands towards us. Mi Le, who had completed the task, jumped back to his right side, and shouted to Boss Ye You better defend well, don't be careless.

The game resumes. We're trying new formations, and the new players in the experimental middle school are also a bit impactful. Yue Yin told us in the midfield that the starters of the experimental game were mainly substitutes in the first year, and they were also training the lineup with no hope of qualifying. The difference in the first half was really big, so they replaced the main players in the second half, the purpose is to try to narrow the score.

The experiment began to try to put pressure on our defence with long balls. I finally got a little bit of excitement about the race, so much so that I forgot about the clouds in the sky. Within a few minutes, a long pass from them to Ye Ruiyang and Brother Chuan was between them, and it was clear that the two of them lacked tacit understanding when they partnered with the central defenders, and the experimental substitute striker appeared in the gap between the two of them just right, receiving a pass in the penalty area, forming a near-one-knife opportunity. He had a shot before he could block it, and the ball was so fast that I didn't fall to the ground to save, but quickly stretched out my right foot to block. The ball bounced off the outside of my calf, and Millet arrived and kicked it off the touchline.

The experiment threw a throw-in and reorganized the attack, the ball moved from the left to the right, and the substitute striker won the ball on our left flank and tried to break through one-on-one against Hemingming. The man passed, but the ball was obviously stabbed and rolled in the opposite direction of his running. The experimental backfield player followed up in time, hoisting the ball high into the box and landing on the right side of our goal.

I hurriedly turned around and rushed to the right side of the goal, Huang Minxue had already followed the opposing player who was advancing there, and Miller had also rushed to the front of the goal to help defend the opponent who might have inserted. They don't have any chances. The player at the back post on the right side will be cleared away by Miller if he pushes the ball down the middle to find a team-mate, and with Huang Minxue's interference, it will not be easy for him to complete a quality header. Even if it's in goal, I can easily take the ball off.

He jumped up with Huang Minxue very reluctantly, and the height advantage allowed him to fight for the ball, but the ball was really awkwardly pushed up, and instead of running to the near corner on the right side of the goal, it floated to the left. I just had to get in my position and wait for the ball to fall into my arms.

No, Miller seemed to be standing too close to the ball, and he was about to lift his foot to clear, but the ball hit his thigh. My body was moving to the left, and it was impossible to go to the right to block the ball into the net.

"The experimental middle school team scored, and the score on the field was 5:1......" Yue Yin has always been very "professional", even if the opponent scores, he will broadcast the information of the scoring team. However, the goal caught her off guard and she didn't know how to describe it.

The experimental player, who did not score a goal, scooped the ball from the net, and Miller lay on the ground, unwillingly slapping the turf with his hand, with a small margin. The shoulder blades trembled slightly, like a little lamb feeling fear.

"You get up, what's there, it's my pot, you don't have to carry it! Damn, we're not lagging behind. Huang Minxue walked up to Miller and fished out his arm. But Millet didn't mean to lift her face yet. I patronized to watch this scene, but I didn't expect to go up and comfort my friend in the first place. He was right in front of my door, two or three meters away from me.

I patted Xuexue on the shoulder and motioned for him to go back to his place. Then he crouched down and rubbed his glove against Miller's face on the turf, his other hand gently tapping his protruding shoulder blades, just as he had done in the morning when he woke me up.

"It's okay, get up, let's get on with the game. Good felling? "I didn't learn Shanghainese at all. Every time I'm in a mood, Xianxian says that, kind of like asking for my opinion, and expressing his desire for me to do things with him. Every time I hear this phrase "good felling", I can suppress it even if I have a little fire.

"Mi Le, get up, what the hell, don't affect the whole team with your emotions alone!" Hearing the TA teacher shouting from the sidelines, I half-squatted and continued to touch Mi Le's head, shook my head at the TA teacher, and compared myself with my thumb by the way, as if to tell him, don't say that, I can handle Mi Le.

When I pulled him up, I saw that his eyes were red. "Isn't it, isn't it just an own goal? I don't care, what are you upset about? "If I had said it before, I would have said it all. But I took my brains this time. Pat him on the ass and say you're going to get one, I want to see your celebrations.

He nodded solemnly to me and ran back to the right.

After a few unremarkable passes, Yan Xi received the ball on the left side, and with a pair of balanced feet, he broke through from the left sideline, first past the full-backs who were close to him, and then flashed between the central defenders and the midfielders in the experimental school, and took the ball all the way to the penalty area. It's like a smooth loach, and the opponent can't catch him, or like Jerry walking through pots and pans, "Tom" wants to catch it, and throws a mouse bogey, but can't use it, for fear that the defense will be too big and give us another penalty. Yan Xi almost played with the opponent's entire defense line while buying time for his teammates, and the three classmates in white jerseys were already outflanked near the penalty area, ready to attack. Yan Xi's pass to the right was unwatched, and Huang Minxue missed again on the way to the ball, deceiving the defender who was watching him. The player in white behind him received the ball, and there was no one in front of him at this point. The receiver calmly stops the ball and shoots at goal, and the ball clings to the turf and will pass through the goalkeeper's fingers and into the far corner.

"Jiang Yuanyi Squadron scored, the scorer No. 22 Miller, the score was 6:1, and the assist came from No. 14 Yan Xi again!" Yue Yin's broadcast was overflowing with joy and relief, and this goal seemed to inspire everyone more than the previous one. The teaching assistant teacher who had just shouted walked to the sidelines and took the lead in applauding Mi Le's figure. On the contrary, Miller himself has not yet come to his senses, sleepwalking towards the midfield in a daze, and along the way he is a little wooden or routinely high-fived with his teammates. I stared at him, but I didn't see his fabled celebration until the restart. It's no wonder that he scored one goal in each of the two goals in a short period of time, and he probably didn't have time to adjust.

"Jiang Yuan's No. 1 squadron made a substitution, replacing No. 33 Ke Peiwei and replacing No. 12 Zhao Rui." Within minutes, the coach made one last substitution. The semester is coming to an end, and at the end, Zhao Rui finally got the opportunity to play. Even though he knew that he might only play a few minutes a year, he still trained so hard and didn't miss every game, even if he sat on the bench all the time. No, he won't just sit. He celebrates when he scores, he protests on the sidelines when he's fouled, and when half-time is over, he's always the first to hand water and tissues to the main players. It seems that he has been such a person since elementary school. He's been my substitute for years. Perhaps it was only in the past two years, during the time I was absent, that he really became the main force for a while. If I had been there for the past two years, Zhao Rui's playing time from elementary school to now might not be more than a fraction of what I have been in one semester. If it were me, I might not be able to play football anymore.

The appearance of this game is the best reward for him. Thinking of this, I don't hate him too much for the time being, and I'm even a little happy for him. Don't concede the ball for the rest of the time.

I was just on the right side of Miller's guard, where he was looking at me. There's no time to talk to him, and the end is to be hurried. I hurriedly reached out and patted him on the waist. He probably wanted to give me a high-five, but he didn't expect me to grab his waist, but he was caught off guard and had to hit me on the stomach with his little paws. This is probably the least tacit interaction between the two of us in recent months.

I finished high-fiveing with Zhao Rui, and he pointed to my left arm. I almost forgot to take off the captain's armband, and when he asked whom, I said, senior, or Mingming. However, within a few seconds of Zhao Rui running on the field with the armband, Ye Ruiyang intercepted it. He finally got his wish and became captain with about fifteen minutes left in the game.

"I said, junior, you really have to shout. Please, I'm thankful. Just that own goal, you shouted that Mi Le missed it for you, how could you lose it? After returning to the bench, Senior Yuan Yikong pretended to hit my head very hard, and then clasped his fists with both hands, in a posture of panda burning incense, "Also, that single knife ball, it's good that you pounce well, but you should take the initiative to abandon the door and attack!" The ball is obviously in the penalty area and you can't just wait for the opposing striker to catch the ball and hit the goal. Before he gets the ball, you're going to rush out and kick it away, like Neuer, you know? In modern football, the goalkeeper is not just a goalkeeper, you have to act like a scavenger......"

"Guiding Yuan" is really able to say, especially in defense, as soon as we have a problem, he can immediately point it out, and he will inculcate a set of "reasonable" solutions. But it did pay to listen more, and his hippie smile wasn't very stern.

"Enough is enough, the younger brother of the family is very good, you don't have to be an afterthought." Kwong Hao pushed Yuan Yikong's huge body away from me with both hands, like pushing away a stereo or refrigerator, and then touched my head, saying that according to the way I am used to playing, not every goalkeeper has to attack as often as Neuer.

Neuer, I know, is a very "aura" German goalkeeper as Xianxian said. Not only is his saving skills excellent, but his attacking awareness and foot skills are also world-class. In addition to his excellent and confident defence, he will sometimes even rush into the opposition half to assist in the attack, and this influence and leadership seems to be innate, so it's no wonder that several of my team-mates consider him to be the best goalkeeper in football. However, I heard He Mingming say that the player who was ridiculed by everyone for "thinking about life" had twice broken through Neuer's door in a very important game, and one of the goals was an extremely wonderful explosive shot, which made Neuer unresponsive and completely reduced to a background board. And his celebration after the goal was also impressive, not running much, but taking off his shirt, tensing his muscles, and standing on the field like a god, waiting for a hug from his teammates with a blank face, as if he was once again in deep thought. I haven't seen the video of that game, but it must be a special scene, and there is a feeling of "one thing down one thing": it is precisely the person who does not play according to common sense who can have a flash of inspiration at the critical moment and defeat the enemy with one blow.

Our game is much more lackluster than the game between the world's top players. I'm afraid I won't be able to learn Neuer's confidence and decisiveness in my life. To be honest, I really don't like to attack, first, my speed is a little slow, and my body's speed is even more sluggish. Secondly, I am afraid of mistakes, and one mistake will bury everyone's efforts (the scene where Zhao Rui and Miller collided is still vivid, even if it was only a friendly match), and it will also make me lose my position as the main player. Seeking stability rather than danger is the consensus of many defensive players, unless it is time to gamble.

Two more goals were scored in the game after that. First, the experimental middle school took a corner kick, the ball hit Brother Chuan's arm, and the referee blew a penalty. Zhao Rui did not judge the correct direction of the shot, and the ball was sent into the net by the penalty player, 6:2, and the experiment pulled back a city again. Then came our attack, where Yan Xi fished the ball high with his foot before it was almost off the baseline, but he fell off the field. Senior Xu Xiang rushed the ball into the door before the opponent's two central defenders, 7:2, which may have broken the goal record of a middle school in an official game. Kwong Hao and Yuan Yikong were even happier than Xu Xiang, and they told me that it was Xu Xiang's first goal in two years. Xu Xiang didn't celebrate, but ran to the bottom line and pulled Yan Xi up. Our No. 14 patted the ash on his pants and signaled to everyone that it was not a big problem. Fortunately, it is winter, and the clothes are thick, and in the summer you may at least get bruises. But after all, it's all about football, it's normal to have a little bumps, and you shouldn't complain if you don't deserve to be commended. I'm the most qualified to say this - if you don't wear wrist pads and knee pads when you wear short-sleeved shorts to guard the door, you will often get small wounds all over your arms and calves, and when you take a shower, you will feel a few small bugs crawling and biting.

At the end of the game, Ye Ruiyang also had a very good chance when our corner kick was at his feet, and he was just a few meters in front of goal. However, perhaps he wanted to score too much, and his powerful shot sent the ball directly to the space station in science fiction, where it took a while to fall from the sky.

With three long whistles from the referee, our final game of the term came to an end on this special day. I pointed my finger to the sky, and like last time, secretly, just gestured at my chest, my fingers still hidden in the sleeve tube, and no one could see it.

Suddenly I wondered if the ball that had just fallen from the sky, was it still the ball that was kicked into the sky by Ye Ruiyang? Will it be secretly replaced by someone in the cloud? Unlikely. Let's go out on the pitch and hug my teammates and my opponents, that's what I'm going to do now.

Compete in the same group

Beichuan Middle School 1:2 Science and Technology High School

Jiangyuan Mayor's Cup Football League (Junior High School Group) Group Stage Standings (Group C)

Jiang Yuan No.1 Middle School 4 wins, 2 draws, 0 losses, scored 18 goals, conceded 6 goals, goal difference 12 goals, accumulated 14 points

Beichuan Middle School 3 wins, 1 draws, 2 losses, scored 12 goals, conceded 8 goals, goal difference 4 goals, total 10 points

Polytechnic High School 2 wins, 2 draws, 2 losses, scored 8 goals, conceded 8 goals, won 0 goals, accumulated 8 points

Experimental Middle School 0 wins, 1 draws, 5 losses, scored 4 goals, conceded 20 goals, goal difference -16 goals, total 1 points

Data within Jiang Yuan's No. 1 Squadron

Scorer charts

The number of goals scored by the player

Mu Zheng 6

Kwong H 3

Yan Xi 3

Wang Xiaoliang 1

ZHANG Taotao 1

Heming Ming 1

Millet 1

Xu Xiang 1

Minxue Huang 1(1)

Assists

Player assists

Kwong H 4

Yan Xi 4

Zhang Taotao 2

Huang Minxue 2

Kopewe 1

Millet 1

Mu Zheng 1