Chapter 11 Being a father and the official family is because of the ball and often meeting with the ball
Chapter 11 My father and the official family got connected because of football, and they often make friends with football... (Please collect and invest)
After hearing the news, Gao Zhang couldn't help but darken his face.
What do you mean by being beaten repeatedly? It's obviously only three times, okay?
Besides, I have obviously met Cai Laoliu and put aside their grudges, and even went out of their way to accept disciples as teachers, in black and white.
My own father is still subject to such an unfair punishment. He is indeed a foolish king, a foolish king...
Gao Zhang was very distressed and walked around his small courtyard, but he didn't know Zhao Ji, the foolish king.
Even if I have all kinds of tricks and calculations, they are of no use.
After all, it was all because he was too young. Thinking of this, Gao Zhang couldn't help but touch his green little face, which was so pink and tender that it could make water ooze from his eyes.
Gao Zhang was even a little envious of Fu An's rough face full of acne. After all, he was only a child, alas...
You are not yet old enough to learn how to drive with a driver's license, no matter how many operations you know, or how awesome your driving skills are, what's the point?
Therefore, now I can only engage in career and cannot engage in other irregular activities. Well, it is not impossible to engage in industry.
Looking at the back of the young master Gao Zhang, Fu An always felt that there was something in the young master's words just now, but he really couldn't figure it out.
After all, Gao Zhang was able to play ball like this, and he had seen the polo king play it in the video.
If you feel depressed, go to the backyard and play with a ball to relax."
After all, this is a serious game, and there is nothing wrong with making friends with the ball.
Gao Zhang nodded in agreement, took the ball from his father and squeezed it. The elasticity and feel were excellent.
"Zhang'er is here..." Gao Qiu had already seen his beloved son Gao Zhang out of the corner of his eye, when the ball fell again.
"Okay, okay, my son is ambitious, well... Actually, my father does have something that worries me, and it's about this ball..."
Every time the ball was about to touch the ground, Gao Qiu would kick it into the sky in time.
Another shot was taken, and with a muffled sound, the ball once again flew towards the sky at high speed.
It turned out to be a serious game of ball, and it seemed that it was Fu'an who couldn't speak clearly, causing the steering wheel in my hand to almost fly off.
"Zhang'er, you must also know that my father and the official family are connected because of the ball, and they often make friends with the ball..."
Seeing this scene, all members of the Gao family watched the ball flying high and high with admiration and eagerness.
What my father means is that in the past two years, he has played a lot less ball than in the past.
Seeing that his father was not in a good mood, Gao Zhang decided to go straight into the matter.
Seeing his son's appearance, Gao Qiu couldn't help but feel happy, but the problem was that he was ordered by the officials to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.
"Wait a minute, are you sure this is the backyard and not another yard?"
Gao Qiu looked at the ball in his hand with a serious expression.
At most, I just take the time to play a few games from time to time, and have a good time sweating.
Because the bladder can be inflated, the solid ball develops into an inflatable ball, which is wrapped in eight pieces of leather and has excellent elasticity.
He no longer has the same enthusiasm and fighting spirit as before to play football tirelessly.
"Oh, it is a great comfort for my son to have such filial piety, but you are still too young..."
Looking at this scene, the eyes of Gao Zhang and those of the servants of the Gao family shone brightly.
It's a pity that he is just a child after all. As a father, how can I bear to let my child shoulder such a responsibility?
"...Is my mother so generous?"
The other type is played by rough men, which is what the military prefers to play. Compared with the first type, it is closer to the football sport of later generations.
The ball kicked in early Cuju was made of leather and stuffed with stuffing such as feathers.
My father, Gao Qiu, is at least one of the best in this era in terms of his playing skills. Otherwise, how could he be able to play ball and become a captain?
He has already played through both methods, and feels that there is really nothing new.
Gao Zhang came to his biological father Gao Qiu with a smile on his face, and the father and son boasted and spanked.
"What's wrong with this ball?" Gao Zhang glanced at the ball that was picked up by his father's toes in shock.
"Dad, it's meaningless for you to say this. Since ancient times, Ganluo has been the Prime Minister when he was twelve years old. Although your son and I are still a little far away from being twelve, I am not an ordinary person."
Where can one be as popular and popular as they are now, and still have a fight with that treacherous prime minister Cai Jing in the court hall?
"The master didn't say anything else, but the lady advised him not to worry too much.
These words made Gao Zhang, who had barely grown all his hair, turn dark and said unwillingly.
Gao Zhang saw his father's unsteady steps, looking up at the sky like a master, waiting for the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground.
The main thing is that his level is so high that he is already invincible and is the kind of person who seeks defeat alone.
The ball being played by my father now is called Cuqiu. In history, this kind of ball game was called Cuju.
If the emperor is not stupid, I am afraid that the most my father can do is to be a top star in the football clubs of the Song Dynasty and earn a living for the family.
One is fancy ball play, which is similar to kicking a shuttlecock, high and high, and a round goal is set in the air. If the ball lands, the opponent scores, but the goal is not allowed to fall to the ground.
After Gao Zhang's personal experience, he felt that this game was very close to the modern football of later generations.
"Master, who are you calling generous?" Fu'an, who didn't understand the master's whisper, couldn't help but crane his neck.
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There was a bang, and before Gao Zhang entered the backyard, he saw a ball flying high into the sky, and it took a long time to slowly fall.
This kind of game is more universal, especially in the Song Dynasty, men, women, old and young are all happy to play it.
Zhang'er is just a child, so talking to him about such matters won't help.
The main reason is that there were two ways of playing ball in the Song Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Gao Zhang's mood became extremely complicated. Zhao Ji, the foolish king, liked to play ball, so his father was able to ascend to a high official position.
I saw him tilting his body slightly and making an extremely easy movement with his feet, directly stopping the ball that fell heavily at his feet.
Gao Qiu raised his big hand, patted Gao Zhang's shoulder gently and said with a smile.
As expected of his beloved son, he is filial and well-behaved. When he sees something on his mind, he knows how to take the initiative to resolve it.
By the Tang Dynasty, the form of Cuju had changed a lot, and the feather stuffing was replaced by animal bladders.
This ability will probably make the members of Team Abs a thousand years from now look up to the sky and sigh.
Looking at his body, which is still in the primary stage of secondary development, Gao Zhang said helplessly.
However, Zhang'er could play ball with his father on weekdays. Thinking of this, Gao Qiu showed a loving smile.
Seeing Fu'an nodding vigorously, Gao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did my dad say anything else?"
"The child seems to have a sad face when he sees his father. Could it be that something is wrong? Can you tell the child?"
After hearing this, Gao Qiu, who seemed a little distracted, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
After Gao Qiu vomited harshly, he couldn't help but sigh.
"The official also asked my father before, is it possible that these two ways of playing this ball are the limit?
How else can you play it so that you can have endless aftertaste and not get tired of it for a long time?"
"So, my father has been thinking, how can I play with this ball? What kind of tricks can I play with it to win the favor of the officials?"