Updated: 2012-08-27

"Hey hey! Why are you so stupid? Stop the ball, I'll help you! If you have the ball, drive forward with your feet! Afraid of a ball!"

"Brother, come on! We will definitely win! We must maintain a ten-game winning streak against No. 1!"

"Put up some energy! Practice me hard, and take the principle of slaughtering! Don't be afraid! The skills of the las are indeed better than ours, but now we are ahead!"

On the court, the boy wearing Wimbledon No. 10 jersey had a slightly yellow hair, and it seemed that he would not like to study at No. 2 Middle School.

"Achuan, that little guy is quite fierce." Wang Yuanyuan hugged Ye Chuan and smiled.

Ye Chuan nodded, "Does this little guy look a bit like me when I was young?"

Wang Yuanyuan smiled, "The attitude of not being interested in studying is quite similar, but he is far worse than you in football!"

Ye Chuan shook his head, "I have watched that little guy play football for twenty minutes. His skills are really not very good. It can be said that our class is the best in the class. Next, the second middle school will be worse than the other, which also reflects the reality of the overall decline of Chinese football. However, this little guy has a good basic skills in stopping the ball. And, do you know, since the beginning, I calculated that he has been running back and forth for more than fifteen times..."

"What does this mean?" Wang Yuanyuan widened her eyes.

"This kid has very good physical fitness! Look at his expression, he is not tired at all, he just has a little sweat slipping down. And when he looks at his playing football, although it is not very good, he is very strict. It seems that he knows that his skills are not good, and his passing skills are very bad, especially for long passes. Any child of his age in Wimbledon's team who is the same age as him is much better than him, but his long passes can always fall in the most dangerous place. The turf on the East School Field is very bad, so for high balls, No. 1 Middle School often makes mistakes in judgments, and the goal just now was scored by this boy's pass." Ye Chuan said.

"Achuan, you don't know?" Wang Yuanyuan was a little confused.

Ye Chuan shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just a professional reaction. This kid can only be considered ordinary. Although he has some excellent potential, such potential... In England, I can capture a lot of it!"

"That's it, but Achuan, do you think this game can be won in No. 2?" After all, it was his alma mater he had studied at, and Wang Yuanyuan still hoped that the juniors on the field could win.

"Didn't you hear that boy say that No. 2 Middle School has already maintained a ten-game winning streak against No. 1 Middle School in the East School. That's nothing. I remember when we played No. 1 Middle School, we played nine games from the first to the third year of high school, and they didn't win a single game at the seven games we played in the East School."

"Actually, the people from No. 1 Middle School also chatted with us in private. They really thought their skills were better than us, but why couldn't they play? I didn't understand this truth until I became the head coach. Wife, look at this vegetable field. Can this vegetable field be called a football field? It's just a rotten vegetable field. In this vegetable field, No. 1 Middle School can't play no matter how good the technology is. Indeed, it's their tradition to be good, but long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and long-term pass and said.

Wang Yuanyuan nodded suddenly, "That's it, let's go."

"What's wrong?" Ye Chuan looked at Wang Yuanyuan curiously.

"Because I already know that this game will win!" Wang Yuanyuan snuggled in Ye Chuan's arms. Wang Yuanyuan trusted Ye Chuan 100% of her trust.

Ye Chuan patted Wang Yuanyuan's head, "Football games are not that easy. Although these guys have good tactics, the skills of No. 1 Middle School this time seem much rougher than when they played with us before... So long passes and rushing has gradually become No. 1 Middle School's tactics."

She didn't understand Wang Yuanyuan's football tactics, she only knew that what Ye Chuan said must be right!

"That boy is quite leader-like. If his teammates listen to them like this, he must have a good relationship with his teammates in private, so that his teammates will listen to him like this." Ye Chuan saw his shadow from the boy wearing Wimbledon jersey...

Speaking of which, Ye Chuan almost went to Shanghai Shenhua for a trial training! Unfortunately, Chinese football was too dark. At that time, it cost tens of thousands of yuan. Ye Chuan later gave up the path of football. Looking back now, Ye Chuan felt that he was very lucky. If he had played football at that time, perhaps his fate would have been completely different, right?

Just as Wang Yuanyuan and Ye Chuan were about to turn around and leave, suddenly, the football on the court came out of bounds and just rolled to the sidelines.

The boy wearing Wimbledon jersey came over and shouted to Ye Chuan: "Brother, let's kick!" (Guizhou dialect, it means guys, kick the ball over.)

Ye Chuan smiled, and then he looked at the ball.

Swish! Converse's shoes are not easy to control the ball, but Ye Chuan still picked up the ball, then circled around the air in a fancy way, and then stopped the ball gorgeously.

He kicked the ball towards the boy wearing Wimbledon jersey on the field!

The ball landed on the kid's chest with a strong rotation...

The boy wearing Wimbledon jersey also took off the ball with his chest, making it feel comfortable to pass the ball!

The boy looked at Ye Chuan for a few more times, as if he treated Ye Chuan as a paradise. Whether it was that fancy picking the ball around the ball or the passing of the ball... This guy wearing sunglasses is definitely not an ordinary person!

Maybe he is a professional player!

Wimbledon thought so, so he ran towards Ye Chuan regardless of the game and the shouts of his teammates.

"Sir, please wait!" This time, this kid spoke Mandarin because he was afraid that Ye Chuan was not a local.

"I understand the local words." Ye Chuan smiled at the boy.

Return to your hometown! You must speak local language. If a local person doesn’t even know his own hometown dialect, then who can he be considered a local?

"Ah?" Wimbledon didn't seem to know when Anshun produced such a football expert! If you don't bring such a person, is it from Guiyang? Guizhou Zhicheng Football Team?

"You play football, why are you playing football so much?" The boy asked foolishly.

Ye Chuan smiled, "I'm like you, I have to practice at least 100 times a day when A Zhong passes the ball. For example, I have to hit the ball like this, I have to hit hundreds of them a day. The standard for our team to join the team is that we can hit the ball a hundred..."

Ye Chuan told the truth, when Chinese football is the most golden time, it is to enter the Japan-Korea World Cup? You should know that when Chinese football is the most golden time, there are hundreds of thousands of registered people nationwide!

Wimbledon nodded, "Thank you, I'm going to participate in "Football Boy" soon. You let me see the gap, otherwise I'm like a frog in a well, not knowing that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Ye Chuan smiled and left everything with Wang Yuanyuan. When the Wimbledon boy was about to turn around and walk back to the stadium, he suddenly turned around and said, "My name is Liu Yang! I am a second-year student in Anshun No. 2 Middle School! Can you tell me what your name is?"

Ye Chuan turned around and took off his sunglasses and said, "Ye Chuan! Your senior!"

Liu Yang subconsciously said oh, but after walking a few steps, he immediately turned around, but the person was gone.

Ye Chuan! Ye Chuan, my senior!

The head coach who helped Wimbledon wildly! Madman Ye Chuan!

It's him! I saw him real? I even talked to him? It's true or false!

Liu Yang suddenly felt that he had won a five million lottery! He actually met Ye Chuan here! By the way, he should have gone home to see him?

Liu Yang suddenly clenched his fists. When he thought of the football boy's trial match that would start in a few days, he firmly insisted on his training!

He must attend! Must!

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After returning home, Ye Chuan also called Morrison to ask.

He really wanted to know what the football boy Liu Yang was talking about, and Morrison really knew about the football boy.

"Oh, that's it? That's an activity done by China's Hunan TV station, Football Association, and Bolton of the Premier League. Everton was to select outstanding children from all over China, like a talent show, and finally select champions and runner-ups. They went to Everton and Bolton for one year respectively. Boss, I asked you if we wanted to participate, but you refused. What's wrong? Boss?"

"Morrison, please ask me if we can join this event too. In addition, please pay attention to a boy named Liu Yang, who is from Anshun, Guizhou." A thought suddenly appeared in Ye Chuan's mind!

When he watched "Champion Godfather", he remembered that Tony Donn chose a Chinese boy in the football boy's program...

Ye Chuan also remembers the football boy's activity. Although no one who participated in this activity finally took the path, Ye Chuan remembered the Wimbledon boy named Liu Yang's performance on the court today.

He looks like a young self, right?

However, Ye Chuan could not be the head coach anymore, but Ye Chuan had the idea of ​​continuing his dream!

Of course, Liu Yang must overcome rounds of tests himself!

If possible, Ye Chuan hopes that he can personally witness the growth of an inspirational story and a small character.

Morrison quickly got it done, "The organizer welcomes us to participate! They said it's okay, but maybe in the final selection, we can only choose the third place..."

"The third place is third! I don't think we can choose any truly excellent players from this talent show, but please pay attention to the guy I told you just now, don't help him deliberately, but I want you to report his situation to me, tell Wimbledon's scouts and send a scout." Football boy? Why didn't he have such a talent show at that time? If so, I would definitely have participated in it too, right?

Looking at the sky that was about to be dark outside the window, Ye Chuan shook his head helplessly.

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(The second update today!)
Chapter completed!