Prominence in Football Community

Zhao Bureau is not an abbreviation of "Director Zhao", it is these two words-Zhao Bureau that are written in the name column of his ID card and household registration book.

He was called Zhao Ju.

When Zhao Ju’s father gave him a name, he held the simple Chinese paternalistic values ​​of “Wang Zi Cheng Long” and “what name is long and long”, and gave his son such a name, hoping that his son would become director in the future .

However, the child of this ordinary peasant family is obviously not the official's material. He could not learn from childhood, and he finally took the path of playing football.

Therefore, he and Gao Zheng became teammates in football school.

Although he called Gao Zheng "Zheng Brother", he was actually a few months older than Gao Zheng...

Now Zhao Ju is standing outside the gate of Yang Wenlong's football training class, waiting for Gao Zheng to come out.

Gao Zheng is leading the children to warm up before training.

Yang Wenlong saw Zhao Ju who probed his brain at the door.

Like Gao Zheng, the boy Zhao Zhao is also his disciple, but the talents of the two are quite different.

He knew what Zhao Ju was doing with Gao Zheng now. To be honest, he didn't like this kind of thing. Zhao Ju should also know his attitude, so every time he came to Gao Zheng, he hid outside and dared not come in.

In fact, Yang Wenlong's attitude towards Gao Zheng is different from that of him. If he is dissatisfied with Gao Zheng, he will scold it directly, but he hasn't scolded Zhao Bureau once-he can't open that mouth. He always feels that Zhao Ju’s current situation has something to do with himself. If Zhao Ju didn’t learn to play football at home, maybe he wouldn’t end up like this...

Gao Zheng ended the task of leading the team to warm up, and said hello to Yang Wenlong, even without changing his clothes, he went straight out of the training class. Yang Wenlong snorted behind him, and then shouted at the children: "You still have to rest when you are warm? Get me up!"

Gao Zheng greeted him when he saw Zhao Bureau: "Old Zhao, you are waiting outside. How many times have you told me that the old man will not eat you."

Zhao Ju shook his head: "I'm still afraid of him..."

"What's the old man afraid of?" Gao Zheng pouted.

Zhao Juxiao: "Of course you don't have to be afraid of him. At that time, the whole team did not know that you were his son, ha! Let's go, the game started one hour later, and passed early to give the boss a good impression..."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to a tattered Wuling glory parked on the side of the road. The headlights and rearview mirrors of the car were stuck with transparent tape. The ghost knew that this Iraqi small broken car was already In the first place, it is said that Zhao Ju spent 2,000 yuan to buy it. He usually pulls the goods. When Gao Zheng has a competition, he acts as Gao Zheng's "special car".

When Zhao Ju turned and walked towards the car, Gao Zheng's eyes fell on his right leg knee. A little attention can be seen that his walking posture is a bit strange. The movement of the right leg is different from the left leg. The body is not well coordinated.

Gao Zheng glanced back from Zhao Ju's right knee and looked at his left foot.

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Sitting in the co-driver's seat of God Car, Gao Zheng listened to Zhao Jubian and drove him a brief introduction to the race:

"...The two companies are considered competitors, so they have always been enemies. Last month, you invited your company's team to go to the other's city to play against them. As a result, they lost 1:5 and were mocked by the other half. Month, I couldn't swallow this breath, and then I had a second game. This time it was home, of course, I hope to revenge, so they will find you."

Gao Zheng's dim sum is absent: "Oh."

"But this time the opponents are strong in amateur football, and they have won the runner-up in their amateur football game. Several of the teams have played professional football, or the professional football club echelon..."

"Oh?"

"Actually, there are two players in your team that have played in the second team, but judging from the score of 1:5, the opponents are obviously stronger. But it’s good if the opponent is strong, and the opponent is strong enough to pay. How much, hey!" Zhao Ju laughed happily.

In this game, the employer only gave 3,000 yuan for the appearance fee, and promised to help the team win a winning prize of 7,000 yuan-he usually took Gao Zheng to play this cross-match game. It's good to earn five or six hundred games. So he was very excited. His voice was shaking when he called Gao Zheng last night.

Just as Zhao Ju was looking forward to 10,000 yuan, Gao Zheng next to him leaned on the back of the chair and yawned.

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Forty minutes later, Gao Zheng and Zhao Bureau arrived at the football field of a university on the outskirts of the city. Here Gao Zheng also saw his "Gold Master" this time, Mr. Dong, the boss of a private company called "Red Light".

After seeing Gao Zheng, Boss Dong shook his hand: "Long admiring the name, so admiring the name! Come, help me take a photo with the star of Gao!"

The secretary opposite raised his phone immediately.

Gao Zheng raised his thumbs very skillfully and grinned to reveal eight teeth in the upper and lower rows. The standard perfect smile was fixed.

In such a scene, in the past six months, he has no idea how many times he has dealt with it.

After finishing the photo, Gao Zheng and Boss Dong, the owner of Jin, had a great conversation, making Boss Dong very happy and satisfied. He patted his shoulder and even praised: "With you, we won this time!"

"Then I'm warming up, boss Dong."

"Good, you go!"

Farewell to the gold owner, Gao Zheng walked to the corner of the court, he had intended to warm up casually. Just like those amateur competitions he participated in before, just pull the muscles and let the body warm up. In this level of competition, sometimes he won even without sweating, and he didn't need to sprint in the game. He can win without walking, so there is no need to be too serious.

But when Gao Zheng planned to do so, he remembered the conversation with the old man yesterday evening.

"You have been here with me for a year. Has your left foot injury recurred? Have you gone out and played so many irregular games, have you ever felt uncomfortable with your left foot? Did you feel compelled in your heart!"

Almost a year ago, Gao Zheng fled back from Milan like a bereavement dog, unwilling to go home to face his parents, so he hid here to the old man. The football school where the old man used to work had been shut down because he couldn't recruit enough students. Now he came down south to open a football training class here and struggled to survive.

Gao Zheng didn't know what he was going to do at the time, and at first he even dared not touch the ball. Later, I couldn't help but started to play football, and started to play these wild ball amateur games.

Now thinking about the game experience in the past six months, it seems that there is no sign of recurrence of his left foot injury...

Of course, this may be due to the fact that the intensity of amateur games is not very relevant.

He remembered what Lao Zhao told him today. His opponent is very strong today. He is the runner-up in the city-level amateur football game, and there are some players who have played in the professional league.

Gao Zhengxin wanted to be as powerful as Lao Zhao said, but he could use it as a test to see if his feet could handle it.

Thinking of this, Gao Zheng decided to be more serious.

He took out the standard set of professional players and began to warm up.

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When Gao Zheng went to warm up, Zhao Ju stood on the sidelines and looked away.

This is the football field on the university campus. In addition to the people who spend money on the field, there are actually many college students who play football. Now that the game has not started, they can still play on the field, and they will have to be kicked off by the administrator after a while.

In addition to these college football students, there are some sports-loving students jogging on the track, and you can see some couples in the corner of the stands. They are standing next to each other, and they don’t know what to say. There are people sitting in the stands holding a book and reading aloud in English-in this wide and noisy place, such a sound volume is not noticeable, but it will not disturb others, and it is better than reading in the study room.

Zhao Ju looked at the scene before him, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

He likes it here and likes university.

Immediately, Zhao Ju, who was 20 years old, never went to college. He graduated from elementary school and took the path of professional football. If it weren't for the nine-year compulsory education regulations, he couldn't even get a junior high school diploma.

With a junior high school diploma, he was both envious and curious about everything in the university. He envied the free lives of the proud sons of these days, and wondered what more aspects of university life he did not see.

How good would it be to go to college...

Zhao Ju longed for in his heart.

Then a sharp voice interrupted his fantasy: "Yo! Isn't this Director Zhao?"

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