In addition to Cang Long, the other person is his idol, the Real Madrid captain Luo who continuously attacked the goal of their Longteng team more than ten times. They are in the same position on the court, but they don't seem to have the same level. In the bottom of Wang Ziwen's heart
Think so.
When Canglong and Luo arrived, he was not excited. Instead, he lowered his head in guilt. He didn't know how to face Teacher Cang, nor how to face this idol. He didn't even want to know why Luo didn't go to the competition.
Instead, he came to the backstage, but when he thought about it, the Dragon Team couldn't win even if they didn't need to intervene.
"I'm here to be your translator." Canglong sat on his left, Luo smiled and sat on his right, and patted his shoulder. Canglong then fulfilled the duties of a translator.
Luo said in English with a strong local accent: "Dr. Cang has told me everything about you. In fact, you are a player with great potential, at least in my opinion."
Canglong translated it again: "He said you are a player with great potential. If you want to say anything, I will translate it for you. Hold your head up, so you don't look like my student." [
Hearing this, Wang Ziwen slowly raised his head. He looked at Luo. With such a close contact, he suddenly realized that apart from his different skin color, the idol was actually an ordinary person, but he still didn't know what to say.
, he used to dream that if one day he could meet his idol, he would be full of energy, but now he is silent.
Seeing this, Luo smiled and said, "Do you really like football?"
Hearing this, Wang Ziwen nodded: "I like it!"
"But I think you don't like it enough." Luo shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't know why I love it so much, but that's just me. I was born in Funchal, Portugal, which is not rich.
There are not many suitable venues to play football. In Chinese terms, it is a poor rural area. It is very easy for me to be happy. At Christmas and on my birthday, the gift I want most is football."
Cang Long translated these words completely. Wang Ziwen was a little unconvinced at first, but soon he listened attentively. He could see the love for football from Luo's face. Even without translation, he could
Feel it.
"It is so wonderful to be able to do what you like in your life. In those days, although our family had no money, I would be very happy if I could get a ball. I always wanted to get a hand-sewn football, because
They can play for a long time. I have my own stadium with a concrete floor, which is the street." Luo said with a smile, "I am always playing football, and sometimes I skip school to play football. I change my tricks to learn to get ahead of others.
, and I learned never to admit defeat.”
At this point, Luo's face suddenly became heavy. When Canglong translated, he naturally didn't miss every word. Wang Ziwen didn't know why, but he also became heavy. At this time, he had forgotten the game just now and just wanted to continue listening.
"The kids playing football on the street are all bigger than me. I can only move past them before I can move forward. Of course, they often knock me down or shovel me over. This is a mental challenge. You cannot give in and must stand up.
, and then beat him with football." Luo said with a bit of determination on his face.
Wang Ziwen was relieved. He suddenly thought of every game of Luo he had watched. He was not the tallest or the strongest on the court. On any court in the world, Luo was still doing the same thing, again and again.
He was knocked down by his opponent, but he got up again and again and continued to break through.
"I was very lucky. Soon I became famous and was appreciated by the first coach in my life." Speaking of this, Luo smiled again on his face, "Life is like this, it is gold, it will always bloom.
Show your due light, and this is no exception anywhere."
Wang Ziwen was a little confused. He looked at Cang Long and finally nodded. Maybe he was not the luckiest, but he was indeed lucky. At least he met Teacher Cang. Maybe he didn't like football as much as Luo did since he was a child.
He had no access to this sport at all, but when he was eighteen years old, he had the best coach in the world training him, which Luo seemed not to have.
"In your life, you will always encounter many growth demons." Luo looked at Wang Ziwen seriously, "You can also hear that my English has a strong accent. In fact, when I entered the club,
My Portuguese has a strong accent, so I naturally became the laughing stock of the people around me. For this reason, I once felt inferior because the devils always imitated my speech. In retrospect, that was also good, and it made me learn
I learned how to support myself. I learned to be independent at a very young age. Once, because I grew too fast, I was almost kicked out of the team because the coach thought my movements were too clumsy, but I persisted because
I love football, and I even thought, if one day I stop playing football, what else can I do?"
When he said this, Luo couldn't help but smile: "Now do you still think you really like football enough? Do you really still think I am like the shining superstar Ronaldo?"
Wang Ziwen suddenly lowered his head. He did not have Luo's firm belief, because he was defeated in an instant and his body was completely covered. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was so fragile.
At this moment, Luo suddenly stood up and said: "Do you know what it was like when I entered my dream club for the first time and played my first game?"
Wang Ziwen shook his head.
"Like you now, I will face my former idols. I don't know if I can beat them. They are like a mountain pressing in front of me. I am scared and uneasy, but when I walk to the arena
When I was playing football, I suddenly discovered that if I lose, I may lose for the rest of my life. Then I will not be able to love football as much as before, because I will be burdened with failure for the rest of my life, so I decided that even if I lose, I will still give my best.
The best level, let them realize that there is a player named Ronaldo." Luo said with a firm expression on his face.
Canglong's original words were translated, and the decadence on Wang Ziwen's face disappeared. He looked at Luo, and Luo looked at him in the same way. A star and a fledgling player locked eyes together. At that moment, they both saw each other's desire for victory.
desire.
"From the moment you led Long Teng to dribble into our penalty area, I knew you had the strength to become my opponent, but your mentality was not stable enough and you did not have the confidence to defeat me, so now I am here to help you and put me
The idol in your heart was shattered, and now we are rivals, real rivals." Luo looked at Wang Ziwen firmly and stretched out his hand, "Show your strength, otherwise I will think you look down on me."
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Wang Ziwen was a little excited, but he soon calmed down. For a moment, he stretched out his hand as if he was a different person: "I don't know if I can beat you, but I think I don't care because you are my idol.
And become panic, I want to play my football, play my dream."
Luo smiled, then glanced at Canglong and said: "My mission is completed, I will wait for you on the field."
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Wang Ziwen nodded, and Canglong also nodded. After Luo left, Canglong suddenly smiled and said, "Do you have anything to ask?"
"What's your relationship with Luo?" Wang Ziwen asked.
"I'm telling you after the game." Canglong said with a smile, "Go ahead, young man, and please never stop on the road to your dreams!"
Wang Ziwen left with a smile. When he returned to the stadium again, he found that the stadium was originally filled with slogans and clothes supporting Real Madrid, but now it was different. I don’t know when the fans on the stadium wore the same clothes as the Longteng team.
Wearing clothes of the same color, they put up the slogan "Dragon China".
He sat on the waiting field and saw Wang Zhi struggling to support himself. He saw that after Zhang Xing replaced him, the score was already 2-0. The Longteng team had no fighting spirit, even though Wang Zhi was very good.
At that moment, Wang Ziwen suddenly felt how much trouble his decadence had brought to his teammates. At that moment, he felt that he and the team were one, and at that moment, he felt very calm in his heart.
When Real Madrid replaced Luo on the field again, Luo gestured toward him. Wang Ziwen smiled. He ran to Milan and said: "Coach, let me go up instead."
Milan was stunned at that time. He looked at Wang Ziwen and looked him up and down, and finally asked: "Are you sure you won't let me down?"
"I can't guarantee victory in this game, but I can guarantee that I will use all my strength, not be timid, and never stop on the road to my dreams!" Wang Ziwen said solemnly.
Milan nodded and replaced Wang Ziwen. Although the fans did not know what this change of players meant, they were more concerned about Real Madrid's movements. After all, they were all football stars.
However, Wang Ziwen's return gave the entire Longteng team a backbone. Wang Zhi discovered that the former Wang Ziwen was back. The calm and calm Wang Ziwen who could always turn defeat into victory and lead the Longteng team to victory was back.
When the game reached seventy minutes, the lineups of both teams were as usual again, but this time Real Madrid felt the fighting spirit of Long Teng. When Wang Ziwen brought the ball over, the entire Long Teng team seemed to have condensed into one body and turned into a giant dragon.
It roared and rushed towards them.
With Wang Ziwen as the focus, they cleverly bypassed Real Madrid's defenders, rushed into the penalty area, and performed a classic hat trick.
"It's shot, he's shot..." The commentator was stunned by this scene, and the entire audience was also stunned. The skill displayed by the Dragon Team this time was beyond their imagination.
"The ball has gone in..." I don't know who made the first sound, and then 100,000 people in the entire football stadium exclaimed at the same time.
Wang Ziwen ran on the field, and he knelt on the ground. All his teammates rushed towards him. This was their second attack, just like when they attacked the home team in training.
"Dragon China, Dragon China!" I don't know when, a unanimous cry suddenly sounded on the field. This day is destined to be unstable for Chinese fans. They have suppressed the grievances for countless years, all turned into a slogan