Self-cultivation migrant workers

There was also a smile on Ye Feng's face. Looking at Ye Feng's smile, Liang Qian found that the smile on his face was so real and sincere. This kind of smile was definitely not pretended, but genuinely from the heart. , What is the relationship between these students and the middle-aged man with him? Could it be that they didn't know each other before. .

This shouldn't be, how could Ye Feng know the principal and students of this middle school for migrant children in the suburban county?

Ye Feng saw Liang Qian's doubts, approached her, and said softly: "Principal Qin and this student have met me early this morning. Of course, I didn't know them before. I asked Principal Ye Tiancheng to match them up. Yes, I said that I wanted to play a game with the students of their school, and he immediately agreed, and also asked that it is best to organize the game today."

Liang Qian understood, and didn't ask any more questions right now.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Principal Qin, I've kept you waiting!" Ye Feng's tone was very humble and respectful.

Principal Qin said with a smile: "There's no rush, even if we wait a little longer, we're not in a hurry."

Ye Feng hurried over, held Principal Qin's hand, and said, "I never thought you would treat this match with such grandeur."

Principal Qin said: "It should be, we feel very honored to be able to play with such a famous team as your Beijing No. [-] Middle School team."

Ye Feng nodded, then patted the high school student on the shoulder again, and said, "Your name is Xiao Hua, right? You are the captain of your school's football team, right?"

The boy named Chu Xiaohua smiled and said, "Yes, Coach Ye, when will we start the game?"

Ye Feng nodded and smiled: "No rush, it will start in a while, are all of you ready?"

That Chu Xiaohua nodded excitedly, and said: "It's all ready, I'll just wait for you."

Ye Feng didn't say any more, turned back to the players of the No. [-] Middle School, and said with a serious expression: "Don't ask me why I will bring you here to play, and don't feel that you are playing against a bunch of junior high school kids. Your identities, remember, in front of the game, there is no difference between venue and identities, and there is no opponent for you to choose from. You just need to play your ball well. Okay, I will stop here and do some simple matches. Before the preparatory activities, the game will start immediately, and I will be the referee of this game."

The players looked at each other with extremely bitter expressions. They have almost figured out Ye Feng's surname now. I am afraid that this game must be played or not played. They have no choice. The junior high school students who are not at the same level as myself, their interest and desire to compete can't be raised anyway.

Ye Feng didn't allow them to think too much, he blew the whistle to enter the game, and the players of the No. [-] Middle School had no choice but to walk into the stadium one by one with their heads down.

Liang Qian's face was on fire. If the school teachers or other team players saw this scene, wouldn't they be laughed to death? If the students in this school really want to go out and publicize it, how much face will the Beijing No. [-] Middle School team have? It will also be a little dark.

As soon as the players entered the field, the students stood up and applauded again. The scene was very lively. Although the players of No. [-] Middle School felt a little embarrassed playing football with a group of junior high school students who were several years younger than themselves, they heard With the enthusiastic applause, their hearts couldn't help but flutter, and they all thought: "That's fine, let's treat these children as a good football lesson."

Ye Feng made the members of the No. [-] Middle School and the student team stand in two rows, and bowed to each other. Li Desheng, the temporary captain of the No. [-] Middle School team, and Chu Xiaohua, the captain of the student team of the migrant school came out to shake hands, tossed coins, and everything went smoothly. Very formal, Ye Feng seems to want to use this to tell the players of No. [-] Middle School: "Don't underestimate them just because they are a humble student team, take them seriously and respect them."

As soon as the whistle blew, the game started. The players in No. [-] Middle School were really not used to this kind of field, which can be said to be the worst field for them. Formation plays tactics, but I feel that it is a bit embarrassing in front of this group of amateur kids. I always feel that I have nothing to do with this group of junior high school students who are amateurs in terms of football skills, tactics, coordination, and physical fitness. The hard place, so most of the players in No. [-] Middle School started their individual performances after getting the ball.

These kids are indeed too far behind them. Their fake moves can easily deceive these kids. Although the stadium is not in good condition, the physical fitness of the No. 10 middle school players can make up for it very well. Occasionally short tactical passes With the cooperation, the ball can be sent to the **. After half an hour, the players of No. 0 Middle School are already ahead of the student team by [-] to [-]**.

In the student team, the captain named Chu Xiaohua has the best football skills and physical fitness. He runs all over the court without showing any fatigue at all, and although the other members of the student team have already exhausted a lot of energy (with a They have to put in far more physical energy than usual), but the expressions on their faces are still excited, and the desire for the game seems to be stronger.

Before halftime, the No. [-] team scored three more goals. A child from the student team rubbed his calf on the ground during a defensive tackle, and a long gash was worn out, bleeding profusely. However, Ye Feng He didn't call off the game, he insisted that the child stick to the injured leg until the last second of the first half, and what surprised the No. [-] middle school players and Liang Qian who was sitting on the side of the court was that the student team members and The students outside the court didn't complain about Ye Feng at all, they didn't seem to see the child get hurt at all.

As soon as the first half ended, the injured child finally sat softly on the ground. Only then did his teammates quickly run to his side and carried him to the sidelines. Ye Feng also followed and looked at the The child was injured and shouted to Liang Qian from a distance: "Bring the hemostatic agent and gauze from our team, hurry up." The voice was urgent.

In front of so many people, Ye Feng couldn't use his true energy to stop the child's bleeding quickly, so he could only use public methods. Fortunately, although the child left a lot of blood, the problem was not serious.

Even if Ye Feng didn't say anything, Liang Qian wanted to go and help the child a long time ago. Seeing the child shed so much blood, Liang Qian was also very nervous.

Helping Ye Feng take care of the child's wound, Liang Qian was already sweating profusely, she couldn't help blaming Ye Feng and said, "What are you doing? You know that the child is injured, but you still stop the game?" .”

Ye Feng was expressionless, but his eyes were very solemn, and said: "Because I know that this kid is very eager for this game. He has been looking forward to it for an unknown amount of time. He really wants to play against these players from No. [-] Middle School." Although he was injured in the game, I believe that in the last few minutes, he will be able to persevere, and he also wants to persevere, and he succeeded."

The injured child's eyes were filled with tears, but he tried not to shed them, and said in a low voice, "Ye... Coach Ye, thank you."

Hearing the child's words of thanks to Ye Feng, Liang Qian felt sour in her heart. In this child, apart from being strong, Liang Qian could feel his love for football, the kind of love from the heart, It really made Liang Qian couldn't help but burst into tears...

The injured child did not play in the second half of the game, but he did not leave the field to rest, but sat on the sidelines, cheering for his classmates. highlight.

There was still no suspense in the second half of the game. The No. [-] Middle School team was still ahead of the student team by [-] points. Those children were exhausted physically, and their running speed gradually slowed down. Several of them had cramps.

Seeing this situation, Ye Feng temporarily stopped the game, giving those cramped children a precious 3-minute rest time. Taking advantage of this gap, he walked up to Liang Qian and Zhou Tao, and said solemnly: "I I hope you two can take a good look at this game, not just see the results, but also see some other more important things."

The game continued, and the children worked very hard. It could be seen that they all tried their best, and the students around them also worked hard. Slightly slack and frustrated, their enthusiasm has never cooled.

On the contrary, the players of No. [-] Middle School, when the game reached this level, they actually had some fear of these children. These children are really terrible. The more they got to the last moment, their physical strength became stronger and stronger. Exuberant, every time they meet each other, they will encourage each other loudly, their faces are full of fighting spirit and desire to win.

A miracle finally happened. With unremitting efforts, the student team finally won a corner kick. After the corner kick was taken, the child named Chu Xiaohua jumped high and burst out with amazing strength. His body is much thinner than the defender of the No. [-] Middle School team, and his physical confrontation ability is too far apart, but at this moment, when the No. [-] Middle School defender Liu Jian is facing this child, he is facing his goal-filled card. When he saw the face of fighting spirit and fighting spirit, Liu Jian's legs were a little weak, and the child just passed his head high, and ruthlessly pushed the ball towards the goal of No. [-] Middle School.

Goalkeeper Sun Yang didn't seem to have expected that at the end of the game, this student would explode with such incredible ability and strength. He almost didn't make any saves at all, and just watched the ball fly into the goal .

The players of the student team roared excitedly and rushed over, and pressed Chu Xiaohua, who was also excitedly rushing to the sidelines, to the ground. Their faces were filled with excited expressions of victory. Although they only scored one goal, they But it was like winning the whole game.

The whole school was boiling, and the students outside the court rushed into the court one after another, cheering, holding hands and forming a circle around their players, shouting their names in unison.

The players of the No. 25 Middle School were all stunned. They obviously won the game by 1 points. The scoreboard outside the field was clearly written in white chalk. The No. [-] Middle School team won [-] to [-], but why is it now It was as if the situation was reversed, the children who won were the ones who lost, but they were the ones who lost.

Ye Feng slowly walked towards the group of children, walked up to their goal hero Chu Xiaohua, with a smile on his face, took Chu Xiaohua's hand, and said: "Very good, after I go back today, tell **Dad, just Say I admire you very much, if you are willing, if ** dad agrees, if your cultural comprehensive score is not bad, I will help you to go to No. [-] Middle School and go to high school. In the future, you can officially join the Beijing No. [-] Middle School team. But you have to make a choice, whether to study hard to get into college or to realize your biggest dream to play football, I believe the final result is also up to you to decide.”

When the students around heard Ye Feng's words, they gave Chu Xiaohua their thumbs up one after another, and praised: "Good job, Xiaohua, you can finally realize your dream, and you can finally become the best high school student in the whole capital!" team."

Chu Xiaohua's face turned red, obviously he was also extremely excited, he held Ye Feng's hand tightly, but couldn't say a word.

Ye Feng nodded to each student team player, turned to the principal, shook hands with him, and said: "Your students are all good, with their spirit, their future life will be full of hope and brilliant."

The principal smiled and said nothing, but he hugged Ye Feng tightly with both hands, without saying a word, but Ye Feng already understood the affection in his heart.

Ye Feng turned back to the players of No. [-] middle school, his face became serious, his eyes swept over the faces of every player, and finally stopped on Zhou Tao's face, and asked: "Zhou Tao, what do you think of our match today? Win or lose?"

Zhou Tao was silent for a while, and then said: "We won..." All the players in the No. [-] Middle School had smiles on their faces, and they were relieved when they heard their captain say that they won. Come down, before this, they have always had an illusion, as if they lost this game.

Unexpectedly, after a brief pause, Zhou Tao's next sentence completely knocked their happy mood down to the bottom, only to hear Zhou Tao say again: "But in fact, we actually lost." Zhou Tao's tone It's peaceful, but firm at the same time.

The players were stunned, they obviously won, why did their own captain say they lost?

Ye Feng asked Liang Qian again: "What do you think of this match?"

Liang Qian's expression was solemn, but she replied without hesitation: "We have indeed lost, and we lost very foolishly."

The players looked at each other in blank dismay, even more puzzled, why did even Liang Qian say that? Could it be that they were really so useless in this game?

Ye Feng raised his voice and said: "In this game, there is a big gap in strength. As players who have won the Beijing High School League Championship, you have no interest in playing. You don't have any desire to win. You play very well. It's ugly, but for those kids, they showed a great desire to win and fighting spirit. They didn't have the slightest timidity and nervousness because they were playing against a team that was much stronger than them. On the contrary, they showed extraordinary perseverance and unity in front of you. They encouraged each other and never gave up. In the end, they scored a goal. Although it was only a goal, for them, this goal meant that they won the final victory."

The players in the No. 24 Middle School were all a little unconvinced when they heard what Ye Feng said. Among them, Li Desheng couldn't hold back, and said in a low voice: "But the final result of the game depends on the result. We are [-] goals ahead of them. The final result is ours after all. **Score wins."

Ye Feng shook his head and said: "You're right, from the point of view of the score, it is true that our No. [-] team won in the end, but what I want to tell you is, if it is the same venue, if you are the same today Competitive mentality and state, if your opponent is not these kids, if you are replaced by any league team with the same strength as yours, can you still achieve the current score? How dare you think so arrogantly that it is your final score? Have you won?"

The faces of the No. [-] middle school players immediately dimmed. Ye Feng's words just now hit their hearts hard like a giant hammer. That's right, if they were replaced by any high school league team, according to their game state today, they would definitely lose the game by [-] points.

Ye Feng sighed, and continued: "Remember, everyone is equal in the arena. You can't underestimate any opponent. You should know the story of the tortoise and the hare. The example of the weak defeating the strong There are too many to count. In the face of these children who are much inferior to you, you are too conceited and too proud. You have lost a quality that is necessary for a player or even any athlete, that is, humility and prudence. What is important is that you are missing one of the most valuable spirits, that is, mutual solidarity and encouragement. Although you have won the score, you have lost your fighting spirit. You must know that the future will come to the real court. When facing more powerful opponents, the only magic weapon for you to win is your strong willpower and tenacious fighting spirit, but in today's game, I did not see your willpower, because each of you is afraid of getting hurt, I don't even see your fighting spirit, because each of you has no desire to win. What you really lose is not the score, but your heart."

The heads of the players were all bowed down, and every word Ye Feng said was like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts, tearing apart the arrogance and conceit they tried so hard to cover up. Under the tenacious fighting spirit of the children, they finally realized that they had lost all their bodies and suffered a crushing defeat. Just as Ye Feng said, they had lost their mentality. (To be continued.)