Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 14 Past Events ([-])
"Who told you to make up your own mind! Go, run five laps around the training ground!"

"Yes."

"I want you to lose today's game! Do you understand?" Fat coach said to all the students before the start of the friendly match with another football school.

Everyone nodded, except Xiao Mofei.

"Why?" Little Mofei asked strangely.

"Why are there so many!" The fat coach glared at Xiao Mofei.

"But we can win!" Little Mofei lowered his head.

"You can do whatever I arrange! If you don't want to kick, come down!" The fat coach said impatiently!

"What's the matter with you, who told you to score!"

"You don't need to play in the second half!"

The fat coach angrily replaced little Mofei, but he didn't see Mofei's red eyes that were holding back tears.

"Why do you look like a ghost on the field? Do you know how to kick? If you don't, you will come down! See where you run, no wonder your teammates don't pass the ball to you!"

"Aside from running fast, what else can you do!"

"Do you understand what cooperation is? Substitute!"

"What are you doing! Why are you fighting with your teammates again! Do you only know how to fight in this school?"

"You can't play football at all, what are you playing! Go, run around the playground, I didn't stop, you are not allowed to go back to the dormitory."

Since then, the fat coach has always targeted himself intentionally or unintentionally, and always likes to physically punish himself when he gets the chance.Xiao Mofei was very wronged, but he never shed tears, and always endured silently, because he loves football and he is reluctant to leave football.As a young man, he worked harder, got up the earliest and returned to the dormitory last. He wanted to impress the coach with his attitude and love for football.

Unfortunately it backfired.

"Your child is fighting with his teammates again! This kind of unorganized and undisciplined person is simply a black sheep, staying in school will only affect everyone!"

"He has no talent in football either. Apart from running fast, he has nothing to do! Football can't be played just by running fast!"

"Your child is not suitable for playing football, you should take him back!"

Mo Hongjun just thought that he didn't give the coach a tribute fee and always felt guilty, but he didn't know that this was just one aspect of it.He was completely unaware of the grievances Xiao Mofei suffered at school.Because Mo Fei never mentioned it to him. (It was a long time later that Mo Hongjun realized that his son had suffered so many grievances, and he was even more disappointed with the fat coach and even the football environment in China.) This made him feel deeply guilty.

"Feifei, let's go home! It's because Dad is incapable." Mo Hongjun said with a haggard face, full of guilt.He begged the fat coach many times, but the result was irreparable.

"Dad, don't be sad. It's okay, let's go home." Seeing his father sad, Mo Fei gently took his father's hand, but his eyes were fixed on the school gate, full of reluctance.

"Good son, let's go home!"

Ah!
Could it be that with a strange cry, he opened his eyes "suddenly", turned over and sat up on the bed.

Stretching out his hands to support his swollen and unbearably painful head, he raised his eyes and looked around.The white ceiling and the neatly arranged furniture look vague, with a feeling of spinning around.

"Maybe it's because you think too much and you're nervous!" Shaking his head vigorously, it took a long time before he gradually felt better.Mo Fei stood up, took out a clean dress and put it on, opened the door, and walked out slowly.He wanted to go for a walk, get some fresh air.You can go anywhere.

Just walking aimlessly like this, could it be that he kept his head down and thought.The fat coach who can no longer remember his face in the training school, always bullying and laughing at his teammates, the expectant eyes of his parents, the happy self in the Sanlian Cup, and even Chu Zuosheng who just met... Thinking of many people and things, once And all the experiences now come to mind one by one.

Could it be that he didn't know what to do.He was distressed, even confused, not knowing how to choose his own life?Should I obediently work hard for my grades at school, or continue to fulfill my dream.

Suddenly, a football rolled over quickly and hit Mo Fei's feet, pulling him out of the world of thoughts.Slightly stunned, he bent down and picked up the football, looking forward.

Several boys were yelling at him, waving their hands vigorously,
"Brother, kick the ball over here!"

Could it be that he smiled, and suddenly got excited, threw the ball up, quickly stretched out his right foot to pad it, and when the football fell, he switched to his left foot and then padd it, and the left and right feet switched to bounce the ball. "Suddenly" the waist and abdomen exerted strength, and the ankle shook, and the football flew high. The moment it fell, could it be that he was already in the volley position, and shot towards the incoming ball vigorously.

The place where the children play is not a regular football field, but a patch of grass with overgrown weeds and pits.There is no goal on the field, just a goal set up by children with their schoolbags piled up, only less than one meter wide.Seeing the football passing through the "balls" quickly, Mo Fei smiled contentedly.

"Wow, big brother is amazing! It's so far away, maybe 50 meters, and he can shoot the goal accurately!"

"My brother is also very handsome in juggling the ball!

"Brother, teach me how to play football!"

The children immediately erupted. With a sound of "Hula", they all rushed up and surrounded Mo Fei.

Could it be that while playing with the children surrounding him, he scanned the surrounding environment with his eyes.My mind was in a mess just now, and I didn't even know where I was now.

Slowly sweeping around, there is always an indescribable sense of familiarity. When the eyes stay on a rusty wooden board, the whole person is stunned in place as if struck by lightning!

"How did I end up here!" Mo Fei walked under the dilapidated wooden plank hanging crookedly with eyes full of surprise, stretched out his hand to gently caress, his eyes were full of complex expressions of pain and nostalgia.

Although the handwriting has been blurred and some of the handwriting has completely fallen off, it is still vaguely recognizable: Nanchong Yucai Football School!

Here, bring yourself endless joy!

Here, bring yourself endless pain and regret!
I thought I would never step here again in my life, but unexpectedly, after wandering aimlessly, I walked back here unknowingly.

It seems that I still can't let go!
It's just that I didn't expect that after many years, this place would be dilapidated into this situation.The barren weeds are all over the place, obviously no one has tidied it up for a long time, and the former player dormitory has long since disappeared, leaving only ruins on the ground.Except for the occasional children playing here, I don't feel angry at all.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, how could it be like this here.

"Little friend, isn't this the football training school?" Could it be that he walked towards the boys and asked aloud, "Is the school gone? Or has it moved to another place?"

"Yes, yes, this used to be a football school, and we used to be students here!" A 7- or 8-year-old boy interjected.

"Where is the school now?" Mo Fei was even more puzzled.

"The coach was taken away by the police uncle, and there was no class in the school."

"That's right, Dad said, Coach Wang (the fat coach's surname is Wang) is not a good person. So now no one teaches us to play football."

"Brother, you play so well, come play with us!"

The children's chattering voices reached the ears, and it was immediately clear.Eighty percent of the time, the fat coach asked for bribes and accepted bribes, which led to the closure of the school.It's a pity that it is these children who have the same football dream as him who suffer.I don't know how many football teenagers in China have suffered from the bad football environment!
But I still feel lucky for the children, at least they don't have to study under the coaches with bad conduct.

(End of this chapter)