The strongest blade in football

Chapter 47 The Fan Group Before Dawn

The constant warm air from the air conditioner dispelled the damp and cold air. Wang Zhongshi held a cup of Emei bamboo leaf green tea and sat in front of the computer in high spirits.

Over the past few months, the domestic business has slowly improved, and his state has gradually adjusted.

What made him very gratified was his son who was far away on the other side of the ocean.

The children of friends around me are still at the stage of reaching out to their parents for money, and the son has already embarked on the road of professional football in Belgium.

I still remember that when I first returned to my hometown, my relatives and friends all advised him to bring Wang Nuo back to China as soon as possible, so as not to delay my baby’s youth.

It has only been half a year now, and Wang Zhongshi is completely elated.

When the Chinese New Year comes, let's see who dares to make irresponsible remarks.

If someone doesn't have eyes, Wang Zhongshi posted his son's income and asked, can you earn tens of thousands of yuan a month?
And that's the result of my son working alone. Compared with the flowers in the greenhouse of the same age, I don't know how much higher it is.

Wang Zhongshi felt very pleased with himself, leisurely blew on the tea in the cup, and took a sip cautiously.

He rested at 8 o'clock last night, just to get up in the middle of the night to watch his son's game at 3:[-] in the morning.

When the alarm clock rang just now, Wang Zhongshi turned on the phone and went online instantly, without feeling sleepy at all.

It was hard to find the signal source of the League One. Wang Zhongshi took a lot of effort to get the link, and it was still charged, and he had to charge 10 yuan to watch it.

When Wang Zhongshi filled up the money and started to watch the game, the game had been played for a while. He looked around the field, but there was no sign of his son.

Only then did he feel relieved, and opened QQ calmly.

The profile picture of "Old King of Bashu" lit up.

Most of the QQ message list is related to work. Wang Zhongshi pressed and dragged down the mouse, and clicked to enter the QQ group chat named "Lifetime Promise".

This QQ group was added by Wang Zhongshi two months ago.

It's weird to say that he visited the forum once and saw a post called "New Hope for the National Football Team, the top talent hidden in the Belgian echelon".

He clicked in curiously.

I don't know if I don't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it. The content of the post turned out to be the match report of Standard Liege U19!
The person who posted the post seemed to know his son Wang Nuo very well, and even praised Wang Nuo in the post, which made Wang Zhongshi, a father, feel embarrassed.

Of course, most of the replies at the bottom of the post are ridiculing the poster.

What's more, commented at the bottom that "I don't know how the ball is played, but the marketing is doing well."

Wang Zhongshi was so angry that he pretended to be a passerby in the post and argued with those people.

At that time, Wang Nuo had already scored five or six goals in the youth league, but he was not abused too much by the trolls.

Later, I received a private message from the person who posted it, and I came to this fan group called "Lifetime Promise".

Of course, Wang Zhongshi didn't reveal his identity from the beginning to the end, he thought it was better to keep a low profile.

In the group, everyone called him Lao Wang Lao Wang according to his nickname.

And the person who posted the post was the group leader, a young man nicknamed "The Prodigal Son Turns Back".

In the beginning, there were very few people in the group. When Wang Zhongshi came in, there were only 5 people including himself, and there was a trumpet who was said to be the prodigal son.

In the past two months, with Wang Nuo's performance getting better and better, the number of members in the group has gradually increased, from 5 to 10, to 20...

Just the day before yesterday, Lao Wang couldn't hold back his excitement, and broke the news in the chat that Wang Nuo had signed with the first team, and then the group immediately exploded.

When people in the group asked where Lao Wang got the news, Wang Zhongshi chuckled and said he saw it on the Internet, but it was absolutely true.

This time, "The Prodigal Son Turns Back" couldn't hold back anymore, and went to the major football forums to post a circle of posts.

As a result, from yesterday to now, the number of members in the QQ group has increased sharply, breaking through the 50 mark.

So much so that when Wang Zhongshi opened the group chat just now, he saw more than a dozen unread messages.

"Lonely Wind 2:25:38: Where can I watch the next game, please link."

"dμΘ情亽玵掵纵♀2:31:29: Oh, I didn't even find it."

"Lonely wind 2:33:18: dizzy dizzy."

"True Destiny 2:39:01: Go to sleep, tomorrow is Monday, and I have to go to work."

"(Group leader) Prodigal Son Turns Back 2:39:54: I'll post highlights in the group tomorrow, but I've only found pay-per-view ones so far."

"Lonely Wind 2:40:19: If you pay, you pay, and the link is sent out, not bad for money!"

"(Group leader) Prodigal Son Turns Back 2:42:54: www.****.****/****."

"Lonely Wind 2:49:12: The good people of the group master have a safe life."

"Akimbo muscle strain 3:41:08: Has it started? Is anyone watching? Is there Wang Nuo?"

"Heartbroken feeling 3:41:42: Substitute, the camera was a close-up just now, so damn handsome!"

"Akimbo strain 3:42:15: Oh, I'm up to pee, you go on, 88."

"(Group leader) Prodigal Son Turns Back 4:21:56: It's halftime, Standard Liege has a little advantage, and the opponent is also quite fierce, the striker is black and tough, Wang Nuo probably won't play this time, after all, he only came two or three times God, it’s not bad to be on the big list.”

"Sven ¤ Scum 4:47:25: Fuck, idiot No. 6, with defensive eyes, he didn't take off this ball."

"(Group leader) Prodigal Son Turns Back 4:52:32: It's okay, it's a good thing to fall behind! See, Wang Nuo is warming up!"

"Sven ¤ Scum 5:01:25: Garbage Liege, the only one in my list that doesn't live up to expectations, 500 yuan should be fed to the dog."

Wang Zhongshi put the QQ chat window and the reduced live broadcast window together, so that both can be correct.

He dived in the group for a while, and his main energy was still staring at the window on the left to watch the ball, but seeing the news just now, he couldn't help but speak.

He typed slowly, belonging to one-finger Zen.

"Bashu Pharaoh 5:03:05: Just watch the game, don't do those things."

As a result, after Wang Zhongshi's message was sent out, he saw a group reminder message.

"The gentle scum has been removed from the group chat by the administrator."

"(Group leader) Prodigal Son Turns Back 5:04:01: Good evening Lao Wang, I have already kicked that guy!"

"Bashu Laowang 5:04:47: Haha, good kick, your footwork is really good."

Wang Zhongshi made a joke. Just as he sent the news, a sentence suddenly appeared from the commentary in the live broadcast on the left, which instantly attracted his attention.

"In the 78th minute of the game, Royal Standard Liege made a second substitution adjustment. No. 43... Wang replaced No. 23 Jovanovic."

Here comes the son!
Wang Zhongshi quickly closed the QQ group, maximized the live broadcast window, and moved the computer monitor forward.

"No. 43 Wang is a rookie signed by the Royal Standard Liege just a few days ago in the youth team. This Asian player has shown good strength in the youth league before and won a professional contract. First appearance in the A-League."

"The area he ran to was exactly the position of Milan Jovanovic. It seems that this is a regular adjustment of the striker line. I hope he can have a good performance."

Wang Zhongshi looked at his son's vigorous figure and thought to himself, just play normally and don't get hurt.

……

After Wang Nuo played on the field for 3 minutes, he encountered football for the first time.

It was a counter-attack, and left-back Mulemo was pressed and forced to pass the ball.

Wang Nuo received the ball with his back on the center line.

When Wang Nuo received the ball, Mulemo quickly got rid of the St. Turden player who was entangled with him, and inserted it like an arrow from the side.

Logically speaking, Wang Nuo should return the ball to him, and then run to the middle by himself to attract the opponent's defensive players.

He was ready to do the same.

But just when Wang Nuo turned around and was about to pass the ball, he saw the soft guy No. 3 Vicente O'Flad that the coach said was standing two meters away from him, panting heavily gruff.

So he thought, why not try to get past him first?

Of course, perhaps after Wang Nuo had already put it into action, this idea came up belatedly.

In short, between the flashes, he chose to do it himself.

Maybe when Vicente was full of energy, he could cause Wang Nuo a lot of trouble, after all, the distance of two meters was enough for him to react.

But he has been entangled with Jovanovic for nearly eight or ten minutes, and it is already at the end of his strength.

Wang Nuo only used a simple spike, just like passing the benchmark on the training ground, and easily left Vicente behind.

The first time he appeared on the field, the first time he touched the ball, he completed the first pass.

Even Wang Nuo himself was taken aback by his achievements.

It wasn't until he dribbled the ball through the arc in the middle circle that the opponent's midfielder Wim Menes came to defend.

Wang Nuo felt that his legs had never been so full of strength as they are today, as if they were equipped with motors, and they couldn't stop at all.

(End of this chapter)