I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 64 The game begins

The clothes Eric is referring to are the ones he wore in this competition with sponsors printed on them. In layman's terms, they are advertising shirts.

Li Ang opened the package, and there was nothing wrong with the clothes themselves. A set of sky blue Nike sportswear, with the words printed on it, was what made Eric a little embarrassed.

"Eric Furniture Factory."

In fact, Li Ang didn't feel much about it. After all, he had been exposed to Chinese for a longer time. Although he now has native-level English skills, English is not his native language, so there will be no mother-tongue embarrassment effect.

To him, without translation, this is just a string of English artistic words, which is too common in China.

When translated, "furniture factory" doesn't mean much at all. There are many swear words and insulting words in foreign languages, which does not prevent everyone from wearing them.

But for native speakers, seeing this piece of clothing feels like wearing an advertising shirt with twin pig feed printed on it.

Li Ang knew that Silla would come, but looking at Silla who still appeared on the rostrum and waved to him, he was still briefly confused.

No, what is her background? How can I make connections wherever I go?
But now is not the time to think about this, the game is the focus.

During the preparation stage, Li Ang could clearly feel the gazes of people around him.

Not only for the spectators, but also for the drivers participating in the race.

But this is not because he is a famous person. In fact, among the thousands of people present, there may not be more than ten people who know him.

The reason is that there are very few Asians in this game, and the advertising shirt he is wearing is also very eye-catching, so it is natural for him to attract everyone's attention.

"Am I right? Eric Furniture Factory, my God, is this Asian so poor and crazy?"

"I guess he received no more than five hundred dollars in sponsorship money."

"I don't know what this sponsor thinks. How does he associate cycling with furniture?"

"Maybe he's an Internet guru? You know, he might be trying to attract attention."

"Well, our attention should not be on such insignificant people. If we want to achieve results, we must keep our eyes on the front."

But there were also kind voices, like the nearly forty-year-old uncle next to him, who even patted Li Ang on the shoulder and told him to calm down and that it would be great to participate.

Not only the riders around him noticed him, but also Joes from the Falcon Club, who was also from the same hometown as him, also noticed Li Ang.

"I didn't expect him to come over. I don't know if he regrets not accepting the 300 yuan from our club."

Joss shook his head, sneered, and then focused on the seeded players in their club.

Although the Falcons Club is a dominant presence locally, in big cities like Jacksonville, it is not so prominent.

Between the big clubs, it's barely in the top ten, but still far from the top five.

The group of people who are most concerned about this time in the cycling circle are, first of all, the athletes of the Speed ​​Club. Looking at the entire United States, they are also ranked high.

Almost all the players who came to participate in the competition this time have the ability to compete for the top five.

Among them, Holt, the most outstanding young genius, has achieved better results than many professional riders in many amateur competitions.

And his only opponent who might be able to overwhelm him in this competition may be Harry.

This guy was originally a professional player on the second team of the national team, but due to moral issues, he was kicked out of the team.

Although he has not received professional training in the past two years and his strength may have declined slightly, he still crushes amateur players in all aspects.

But Li Ang didn't have to worry about facing him, because he belonged to the youth group and Harry was in the adult group.

The total distance of this competition is 180 kilometers. For amateur players, it can be regarded as a protracted battle. The players who can finish the race within six hours are all very capable.

The game is about to start. As an "individual guest", Li Ang is located at a very far back and is very densely packed with people.

The rules for the distribution of players are similar to those of a marathon. The spacious positions at the front are naturally occupied by seeded players from major clubs.

Although Falcon Club is not at the front, its position is much better than his. At least after starting, it will not be interfered by the drivers next to it.

As the race started, the area Li Ang was in was also squirming forward. At this stage, even if you wanted to speed up, you couldn't do it at all. If you ride too fast, there is a risk of crashing.

"Say, old Eric, what are you guys looking at here?"

The speaker was Wally Dosari, an old friend of Grandpa Eric. He owned several Chinese restaurants, and their homes were next to each other, so they often came over to visit.

"If you haven't lost your sight yet, you should be able to tell that we are watching a bicycle race."

Old Eric rolled his eyes at him and continued to stare at the 98-inch TV in front of him.

Next to him were his wife, son, daughter, grandson and a dozen people from his extended family.

They all responded to his call today and came to watch the game.

Wally squinted his eyes, glanced at the content on the TV, and asked with some confusion:

"How come I didn't know when you first became interested in bike racing?"

Old Eric snorted and replied with a little pride:

"There are a lot of things you don't know."

"Wow, grandpa, I saw our advertisement! This is Li Ang, my teammate in the last game!"

Little Eric suddenly cheered up. He originally wanted to go with him, but his mother kept him at home because his sister had no one to accompany her.

"advertise?"

Wally moved closer, and at the last second before the camera shifted, he saw the clothes Li Ang was wearing.

"Hahahaha, I said, isn't this why you are watching this game?"

Wally looked at old Eric and laughed.

"Can you tell me how you came up with the idea of ​​letting an unknown little cyclist advertise your factory? In my opinion, the money would be better spent on replacing these old shoes on your feet. "

"This is not what I thought about. My grandson arranged it for me. He thought it would make me happy."

Old Eric answered in a calm tone, but was suddenly silenced by Wally, who was still laughing just now.

"Damn it, you have a great grandson, old Eric, but don't think that I will envy you because of this. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Wally paced and gritted his teeth.

"Grandpa, look, Li Ang is so fast!"

Little Eric said in surprise, while Wally answered the phone. It was his grandson calling.

"What? You don't have enough pocket money? If you don't have any money, get the hell back! If you don't go to work in the restaurant, you won't get a penny in the future!"

In the TV screen, Li Ang finally broke away from the large group at the rear while constantly overtaking, and began to move towards the leading group.

(End of this chapter)