Chapter 6 Bison and Lion
In early July 2007, the Kingdom of Bhutan.
The sky on the plateau is pink and blue. In the veins extending down the Himalayas, there are more and more people at the entrance of an inconspicuous temple. A couple's wedding will be held here.
The guests came from all over the world, but black, white, and yellow people were wearing local clothes to attend the wedding at this time.
The bride was wearing a mango yellow silk evening dress and a golden crown on her beautiful hair. The groom held the bride's hand, and her eyes were full of happiness.
"We're so weird in appearance?" Vermalen pulled his robe.
"It's so good to follow the local customs. This air is so good. Compared to England, it's simply paradise." My girlfriend held Vermullen's hand.
"It's indeed very close to heaven. The altitude here is more than 2,500 meters." Van Den Bore, who is also a Newcastle teammate, came over.
"It is said that the boss is preparing to take us to the plateau training after getting married." Diyala, who had been silent, walked over at this time.
...The Newcastle people were waiting for the black line in their foreheads. The boss really made use of time and place reasonably.
Not far away, Chinese players such as Dong Fangzhuo, Zhao Xuri, and Feng Xiaoting were gathered together, probably discussing how to make a wedding chamber later. The entire Chinese team's U17 and above have basically gathered, and many of them are alumni of the Lion Dance Football School. Mr. Yang is now also a person who can be called the "principal".
Vincent, Downing and Zhou Xing stood together.
Tang Ning asked in a low voice: "Ruolan still didn't come, right?"
Vincent shook his head: "No, the phone can't be reached. It is said that after she resigned, she went to the Arctic to take pictures of bears."
"Bear? How could Sister Ruolan not come to attend her sister-in-law's wedding? Are they not their best friends?" Zhou Xing looked questioning.
Vincent and Tang Ning looked at Zhou Xing sympathetically. Although this kid has a little talent in medicine, his emotional intelligence is really low to a certain extent.
How can the entanglement between these three people be explained clearly in one sentence? Today's day must be "the king will not see the king".
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"You really went to the Arctic to shoot bears?"
"Yes, after resigning, I was thinking about what I should do next. I felt that I should change my life. The origin of sports is to make life more competitive, and I want to see what life looks like."
Mr. Yang and Wan Cheng Ruolan found a bar open all night. On the second floor, they could overlook the prosperity of the city at night. Each of them held a beer and said what happened before.
"A French director was going to make a documentary. So I signed up. I went to many places, Antarctic, Arctic, Pacific, and Atlantic." Wan Cheng Ruolan talked endlessly about her experiences along the way, as if she wanted to copy the memories of the past two years to Mr. Yang.
Master Yang smiled and listened quietly.
"Do you know? When a perfect dolphin or whale shark is 1 to 2 meters away from you, staring at you innocently. You will have a new experience of life..." Speaking of this, Wan Cheng Ruolan turned to look at Master Yang. "I realized that life is a love for beautiful things."
"Tell me about you, I haven't read much sports news in the past two years."
Master Yang explained what happened in the past two years to Wan Cheng Ruolan in detail, and the topic naturally fell on the upcoming competition.
"I haven't figured out how to play this game yet, alas..."
"How can you qualify for the first time in a row? How can you keep your balance? Or is it entangled with public opinion pressure?"
Master Yang grabbed his hair and was a little helpless: "At this point, the people of the whole country hope that you will qualify. Of course, he is thinking about how to tie the score..."
"Fight for a draw? A coach doesn't even have confidence. How can his players have confidence?"
"Hey~~Five-star Brazil. We can qualify after we tie it. What I am thinking now is how to control the heat, boil the frogs in warm water, and qualify safely without irritating them."
A trace of doubt appeared in Wan Cheng Ruolan's eyes. She took a step back and looked up and down at Master Yang. "Say! Who are you pretending to be? Are you Master Yang?"
Master Yang smiled bitterly. This kind of thought is indeed not like himself.
Wan Cheng Ruolan sneered and said, "You can qualify by just a tie. This sentence sounds so familiar. Can you comfort yourself by treating yourself as meat on the chopping board?" Wan Cheng Ruolan turned her head and looked into the distance, and her voice returned to calmness: "I know what I encountered when I was in Africa? I saw a lion being chased by a group of bison."
The lion was chased by a bison? Master Yang tried his best to imagine the scene in his mind.
"The lions want to hunt migrating bison, and the bison looks like the weak. But the magic of nature is that you will never imagine what will happen? The buffalo herd selected suicide squads and rushed towards the lions hunting them. This behavior is called active defense in the animal world."
"You mean, should I do active defense?"
Wan Cheng Ruolan put down the wine bottle and raised her hair. "That's your business. I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep."
"Where are you living in? I'll give it to you~"
"No need, come and find me when you change back."
Just like her appearance, Wan Cheng Ruolan's departure also suddenly came.
Looking at the night, Master Yang also fell into deep thought. "Active Defense" and "Be yourself"...
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Players from both sides were already standing on the court, and Wulihe Stadium, which could accommodate 50,000 people, could hardly even get a needle. The security personnel were on guard, with their backs facing the court. The police who maintained order wished that a pair of eyes could grow behind their heads, because the games on the court were really not to be missed.
The camera shook to the rostrum from time to time, and almost all the leaders related to the game sat there. The leaders were also struggling with a question - can they qualify? The best result of the game is a draw. But is this draw so easy to get?
Goalkeeper: Reina; defender: Marcelo, Ilsinho, Thiago Silva, Breno; Midfielder: Neves, Diego, Lucas, Ramirez; Forward: Pato, Ronaldinho
The Brazilian team's roster is all squeezing out of the hands of the leaders. Such a lineup is a top-notch team even if it plays in the World Cup. If Brazil does not play slowly, the tragedy of the 02 World Cup will have to be staged again. The leaders prayed in their hearts that in view of the fact that our organization and reception work is not bad, the Brazilian team's men will show mercy. If the two teams can form a tacit understanding, that would be great.
Wan Cheng Ruolan stood in the office of the news center, beside him was the head of the BBC Sports Channel called "William Sack". Through the office window, there were busy journalists. BBC attached great importance to this Olympics, because the next Olympic host country is England.
The words that William Sack has been hanging on his lips these two days are, "For the insurmountable opening ceremony, please bless England by God and the Queen."
"Breast by, I heard you met your old lover yesterday?" Sak's face showed a wretched and curious expression.
Wan Cheng Ruolan frowned: "Are you following me?"
"No, but I happened to see it when you went out." Sack showed a look of Sherlock Holmes alive. "I guess you should go to see him."
"I guessed right. But there is no reward."
"Haha~ Stop kidding. I'm very grateful for you to help me." Sakman said with emotion. "But have you asked him how he will play in this game?"
Wan Cheng Ruolan rolled her eyes. "If you don't say the last sentence, will I be moved by your sincerity? We didn't talk about football. You will see the game immediately."
When the game was blew from the opening whistle, the audience discovered that the Chinese team was not for the goal of guarding the floor.
Offense! Offense! Attack that is pressing on the whole game!
Dunga didn't understand that this tactic shouldn't be something that a strong team like Brazil should have? This is different from what the Chinese coach said at the pre-match press conference: "We can qualify as long as we tie, so I will put more effort into defense."
Is this a little effort on defense? Mr. Yang is calm in his heart. Of course, I mean "work harder on Brazil's defense."
The Chinese team's formation after the kickoff shocked everyone on the court. 433, full-back Deng Zhuoxiang was more like a winger running. Including three forwards Yu Dabao, Han Peng and Zhu Ting, the Chinese team was all oppressing the Brazilian team's defense line without hesitation.
The Brazilian players also have a question mark on their foreheads. Is the Chinese team crazy? You should know that as long as the counter-offside is successful, the Chinese team will be surrounded by a large open space. But the Chinese team did not give them such a chance.
In the 8th minute, the Chinese team took the lead in scoring. The score on the court became 1-0. Yu Dabao broke through Marcelo's defense from the side and sent a half-high ball. Han Peng headed the ball into the net before Thiago Silva.
In the 23rd minute, Brazilian midfielder Lucas, who was beaten, dribbled the ball and was cut off. Zheng Zhi shot from a long time, and the ball hit Ilsinho's leg and broke the line and entered the net.
2 to 0.
Media around the world widened their eyes. The Belgian team, which was only 1-0 ahead of New Zealand, was completely forgotten.
Sak looked at the scoreboard and was silent for a while, then turned to Wan Cheng Ruolan, feeling like he was about to kneel down.
"What did you say to him?"
Wan Cheng Ruolan smiled faintly: "The story of a bison chasing a lion."
The scene is quiet and weird.
【Happy Halloween!!!】
Chapter completed!