Mr. Yang was scolded for nothing, a little frustrated. Fortunately, he was a person who could think easily. Although he didn't know why, he planned to wait a few days later when the old man's anger subsided before going to see the old man. He picked up the ball from inside and drove towards the center circle. The goalkeeper No. 25 performed quite well in the first half, and this ball made him depressed.

At this time, Coach Dury called captain Dimitriwellens to his side and gestured a few times. The captain came on the court and whispered a few times to the central defender. After the kick-off, the rabbit forward had a personal bodyguard. The first half ended soon. Neither side had any better chance to open the opponent's city.

"Our team is very tenacious, but our opponents are stronger. We lost the goal in the certain threat that the loaned bapopola can cause, and he probably didn't expect it. This is the reality - we are behind." At this time, the local reporter in Valleheim was writing a press release.

"It's easy to score. Valheim only resisted for 34 minutes. Bapu is such a good guy. We have found the treasure. If we still play like this in the second half, we will take the victory home." At this time, the visiting team's reporter's press release.

In the bar outside the stadium, fans are not so interested, maybe they are mentally prepared.

"Young guys, come on!" A big man shouted at the player who walked towards the locker room on TV.

"Come and have a drink for Valheim." Another man picked up the wine glass.

"For Valheim!" Many wine glasses were raised.

"For victory!" Beer foam and mugs splashed in the air in the bar.

The goal just now was replayed on the TV. "I can hold on to this goal. I don't have to look at his feet when dealing with such a striker. He was panicked when he stood at the penalty spot and jumped a few times." The person who spoke was the second Belgian chef at Yang Shi Hotel, Fat Martin.

A peanut hit his head. "Brother, don't talk too much. Go and get me a bag of potato chips. You have finished all the potato chips just now. If you can be a goalkeeper, I will not have pocket money a year." Martin's sister Susan said contemptuously.

"I am your brother, don't always hit me." Bill murmured in a low voice.

The second half began soon. The away team changed a little, and the defense line was recovered, and the midfielder was at the forefront of the penalty area. It seemed that he wanted to save the fruits of victory and wait for an opportunity to attack. Valerheim also found the feeling of the comprehensive League C last season. His idea of ​​playing was clearer. He occasionally took high balls in the backcourt and looked for 20-year-old center Vispy (versyp) who was in front.

"The header is good, but not strong enough, and it is just bounced. It touches 13 times, heads 6 times, and wins 2 times. It can be used as a reserve candidate for tactical center forward. It is recommended to continue to observe, and the potential for upward is average." A middle-aged man with sunglasses and wearing a T-shirt was writing these on paper. Krapart is a scout of Anderwerp. In this game, he came to inspect several potential newcomers, and Vispi is one of them. Discover these players and recommend them to big clubs, such as Anderwerp's friendly club Manchester United. This is also the way for many small clubs in Europe to survive. If you can really find the next Ronaldo, Kaka, and Messi, it will be really developed. Speaking of which, those real geniuses have been locked by scouts in the big clubs, and the rest are those late players to see if there are any fish that miss the net.

At the same time, in the house in York Lane, Old Barrier was also doing the same thing as Clapat. The old man remembered the dense names and various data in his notebook, and was serious like a scientist doing quantum physics experiments. A drop of sweat slid from his forehead onto the lens of the reading glasses.

The game has been almost 60 minutes, and the score is still 0:1. Someone on the sidelines of Valleheim started to move. Forward No. 11 D’hollander and attacking midfielder No. 22 Nicolawellens. Do you want to change two people at a time?

Old Na Aisen turned his head and looked at Master Yang, a little reluctant to speak but stopped. Master Yang happened to turn his head to look at him, and his eyes touched.

"Yang, do you think this substitution will be effective?" After a brief warm-up, the two people on the sidelines began to lift their pants at the fourth official on the sidelines. Du Rui was still muttering next to No. 11. No. 11 kept nodding.

Mr. Yang shrugged, "It's hard to say that football is round. It depends on how Du Rui substitutes. Different substitutions have different purposes and effects. If it were me, I would replace the right back and how to play the right back with his left foot. I was attacked by someone with a key attack." Speaking of this, it was seen that the right back stumbled on the sideline. The opponent's left forward was trying to break through, and the central defender who was supplementing the defense was kicked out of the outside world. The ball was outside the boundary. The referee signaled to make a substitution.

The fourth official raised his sign, and replaced No. 11 on No. 20, No. 38 on No. 22 on No. 2. Mr. Yang looked at the substitution and said to Na Eisen: "Mr. Du Rui chose another plan. The last striker was missing one midfielder. Two midfield organizers and one dragged the back and the midfielder. It seems that he doesn't want to lose."

Of course Du Rui didn't want to lose. He finally led the team into the second division, and his life was not easy. The salary increased, but the pressure was even greater. The team was still those people, and there was no action in the entire transfer period. He only added a substitute goalkeeper and a striker he liked. There was only one reason - no money. The share of the upgrade became money to maintain the club's operation. On the day, the game must be won no matter what. Only when you win the game can someone watch the game, only when you watch the game can you have money, only when you have money can you buy good players, and only when you have good players can you get promoted to Class A, and then you can win again... Coach Du Rui lost his mind as he looked at the situation on the court and thought about the philosophy of "Chicken and eggs can you give birth to chickens".

On the court, Valheim's two forwards pulled to the sideline. The center began to retreat and receive the ball. The two midfielders also began to keep taking balls on a large scale, or sometimes they dribble through the ball.

The Danzhe team began to get uncomfortable. The center back lost the target of the man, and I don’t know if I should be targeting the center or two wingers, and the single midfielder was also a little confused by the two attacking midfielders.

The opportunity came. No. 11 dribbled the ball and dribbled the back of the front and made a straight line. The forward who had been sleepwalking all the whole game almost seemed to wake up. He received the pass, entered the penalty area, swayed, and the central defender rushed up and broke through. The ball bounced on the central defender's leg, and the lucky ball was still under his feet. The shot!!!~~~~~

goooooooooooooooooooooool!!! The commentator who was responsible for commenting and substitution couldn't help but howl at the top of his lungs. The court was filled with joy, and Old Na Eisen howled happily. Master Yang also put down his phone and cheered with the fans. It was too low-key and it was not Master Yang's style.

The visiting team coach looked a little ugly, and the players around him started to warm up - the response was still a bit slow. "In any case, there must be a plan B." Mr. Yang wrote this sentence on his mobile phone. If the two full-backs could be recycled just now and the central defender could defend the area, the situation might be different. However, there was no regret medicine. The score became 1:1, and there were 15 minutes left in the game.

The visiting player who was warming up on the side took off his vest and was a defensive forward. It seemed that the opponent was preparing to secure a draw. The scene began to get fierce again, and the referee began to play cards frequently, including yellow cards and yellow cards. The visiting coach used the defensive midfield to replace an exhausted wing forward.

Dou~~~ Another foul. The opponent knocked down the captain Whelens when he grabbed the ball. The players from both sides got together.

"Damn it, you don't want to live anymore if you dare to shovel our boss."

"Damn, you guys are so clamped by mud, and you won't accept shoveling you to death."

"Who is afraid of who, little bastard, are you afraid of you?"

Some team members have their foreheads on their foreheads.

"Be honest with me." The referee roared and said to himself, "I am the boss on the field."

You, you, you, the yellow card. The two people who shoveled the man and the bulls gave each yellow card.

The stretcher carried Whelens down. The free kick was 40 yards away. No. 11 DeHolland stood in front of the ball and set the ball. The goalkeeper of the Denzer team commanded the wall of the man on the side of the post. The wall of the man on the three men was slowly retreating. The referee was staring at them and retreating. The boy who had just shoveled the man just now came over while the referee was not paying attention.

DeHolland, who was standing in front of the ball, was very angry. The opponent's sneaking behavior made him feel that it was necessary to let the boy know that the consequences were serious. Anyway, he was not sure about scoring the goal at this distance. It would be better to give you a ruthless kick and let you taste it. "Damn, let you come here and let you taste my cannon on earth, tiger invincible universe, thunderbolt shot" - the above psychological activities are all from Mr. Yang.

It was said that it was soon, and DeHolland's straight instep was slapped hard in the middle and lower part of the football. The stalled football could see the trajectory of the tail, and then collided heavily with the opponent's team player's head, and then flew to the goal.

Football is like Hitchcock's movie, and like the feathers in "Forrest Gump". But when it kindly entered the upper right corner of the gate, the referee was still holding the players in the wall, the goalkeeper was holding the post, and the player who was shot fell on the grass like an empty sack, looking up at the ball falling into the bottom of the net, completely forgot to pretend to be painful.

The stadium was boiling after a brief silence. DeHolland was a little unbelievable about his eyes and feet. It was not until a teammate rushed over to hug him that he remembered to run to the audience to celebrate the goal. The visiting team members surrounded the referee. Then, the referee's whistle sounded - the goal was invalid - and the penalty was severely punished.

"Heavy punishment, fucking heavy punishment, why heavy punishment?" Whelens, who was treating injuries outside the court, suddenly came to the referee. DeHolland celebrated that he was halfway through the referee's whistle. The referee was surrounded again.

"Just just now, the human wall did not retreat 9.15 meters, and my whistle didn't sound, so it was invalid."

"But the ball has been scored, can't we send a quick free kick?"

"Ineffective, heavy punishment, do you want to get a yellow card?" The referee was about to get angry.

"Calm down and go to the game." The assistant referee also entered the court.

"Go to the game, the referee will not change the judgment." Coach Du Rui also came into the court to persuade him.

"Wow~~~~~" A deafening boo was heard on the court. "You are lucky, you are lucky to go to Level C." The fans were not a good deal, and they sang songs to pay back all the first half.

"Why not count? Damn, what's the referee doing?" Na'Eisen was also a little storming, his glasses jumped on his face. "Damn the wall of man, damn 9.15 meters."

"Sir, calm down, you are no longer a young man." Mr. Yang was afraid that the old man's heart disease would be in trouble. The situation on the court had been controlled, and the players ran to their respective positions cursingly. Several young men in the stands pinched the paper cups in their hands into balls and threw them into the court.

It feels so familiar! Master Yang remembered the scene of throwing mineral water when watching football in China. It is so exciting.

"Sir, this is a misjudgment to be exact."

"What did you say?"

"This is a misjudgment. According to the rules, we have the right to give a quick free kick. The goal should be valid, and the defender should get a yellow card. This is written in the referee regulations. I guess the referee was a little nervous just now, so I forgot. You can file a complaint after the game. Although the result cannot be changed, at least we can enable some experienced referees in future games."

After hearing this, Na Aisen thoughtfully. He patted Master Yang on the shoulder and said nothing.

After such a struggle, there was no more sight. The home team's shots fired empty guns one after another, and the away team was satisfied with their 1 point. The referee took a minute to stop the time and blew the final whistle. Under the guidance of the police, the fans' door began to leave. Na'Eisen sat in the stands and waved to the left fans. The players also ran to the sidelines to greet the fans, and then walked into the locker room.

Master Yang found that the old man had waved his hand but sat down.

"Sir, are you not leaving yet?"

"You go back first, I'll leave later."

Mr. Yang nodded and left the stadium along the fan passage.

The people on the court were empty, and several cleaning workers were cleaning up the stands. The small stadium suddenly seemed extremely empty. Na'erson's driver slowly walked to him, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Na'Eisen said to himself, "Rod, how long have I been here?"

"Five years, if you said that just now, it was 34 minutes and 54 seconds, and now it is 55 seconds."

"Time flies so fast. From the time I bought the original Valleheim, to the merger, to the Class C championship, time flies so fast. Last year we were in Class C, and this year we were in Class B. When will we be in Class A?"

"Soon, I believe. Because we are miracles."
Chapter completed!