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Chapter 440 Brave and Fearless
Although it is not the home court of Villarreal, at this moment, the El Molinon Stadium has fallen into a thick and hot atmosphere. All the applause and cheers are flooding the green field like a tide. People are expressing their most sincere respect and praise to Fan Bizhuang in this way!

Not only the commentator and the fans of the two teams, but even many Sporting Gijon players in the penalty area shook their heads with their hands on their hips and smiled wryly after being stunned and dazed. Applause lightly.

The players of the visiting team were extremely nervous, because Fan Bizhuang was still facing the turf, prostrated on the ground, and did not get up.

Nihat was the first to rush up, followed by Forlan, Cazorla, Fernandez... In the end, even the goalkeeper Diego Lopez rushed from the backcourt all the way into the opponent's penalty area, everyone's faces were full of smiles. Anxious and worried, Godin kept gesturing and shouting towards the sidelines.

"Blood?"

"Blood!!!"

"A lot of blood!!!"

Nihat didn't dare to turn Fan Bizhuang's body over, but just stretched out his hand to support his back, and this support, he instantly felt the moisture in his palm, and when he looked again, his hands were almost stained red with blood up!

Almost crying out, Nihat roared and waved his hands, signaling the team doctor to come over quickly!
"What happened on the field? Fan... seems to have a problem!"

"Fan must have hit the pillar in the diving jump just now! According to the power of the forward rush of the football, it is not difficult to judge how hard Fan sprinted. This time the collision may be very dangerous... Seeing this scene, It's really worrying!"

"Pray for Fan! Send blessings to this brave boy! Fan probably got the lead through injury. This goal is precious!"

"I don't know how the injury is, but it is not optimistic. The big screen at the scene has shown the situation on the field. Nihat's hands are full of blood..."

The excitement at the El Molinon stadium because of the goal instantly felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on it. It was completely cold from head to toe. There was no sound in the stands, and everyone looked at the stadium anxiously. Some fans of the visiting team even gritted their teeth, shed tears, and drew prayer gestures on their chests.

Kearney rushed into the field with a first aid kit and two assistants. Mr. Ruben raised his feet almost at the same time and was about to rush up. Then he stopped quickly, returned to the sidelines, and pointed at the bench. A few times, "Thomasson, Giuseppe, Roman...go warm up! Hurry up and warm up!"

Because of nervousness, Mr. Ruben lost control of his emotions, and there was a hint of hysterical roar in his voice, but the three people whose names were called did not feel anything, and all ran out with sullen faces and absent-mindedness.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! Make room, let the air flow! Don't move around, so as not to cause additional damage to Fan!"

Kearney squeezed into the crowd, shouted back several players around Fan Bizhuang, and then quickly checked Fan Bizhuang's whole body with the help of his assistant.

At this time, Fan Bizhuang, who had been turned over and had his eyes closed all the time, slowly opened them, and took a few heavy breaths, as if he had finally regained his strength.

He glanced at the worried teammates around him, raised his hand and waved, "Don't worry, I'm fine. At least there is no major problem."

This is not a cover-up lie by Fan Bi. He is very clear about his body. The moment he hit the pillar heavily, his head was indeed dizzy for a while, and he felt like he was going to faint immediately. However, after such a Slowly, my head cleared up a lot, but I was still a little dizzy.

However, his teammates obviously didn't believe what he said, and they still looked at him nervously and worriedly. Fan Bizhuang then looked at Kearney: "I don't feel any discomfort in my body, but my head is a little dizzy. In addition, my face Seems to be bleeding, it hurts..."

Kearney gave him a blank look, but the expression on his face after the inspection was quite relaxed: "Of course it will hurt, your brow bone has been cracked, half of the wound on your fingers, won't it hurt? ? I have to admit, your luck is very good, if you get closer to the corner of your eye, you may have a big problem with your right eye!"

"In this way, my luck is really good!" Fan Bizhuang grinned. He didn't know if it hurt, but he was trying to suppress his laughter.

"You can still laugh!" Kearney glared at him fiercely, and warned, "Don't do such dangerous things in the future. It's just a goal. There will be opportunities in the future. Don't take your own just because of a chance. Bet your entire career!"

The tone was harsh, but Fan Bizhuang understood that it was Kearney's concern for him, and smiled gratefully at him.

Kearney stood up and waved his hands. A staff member was already carrying a stretcher, ready to carry Fan Bizhuang up, but Fan Bizhuang refused. With the support of the team doctor, he slowly stood up and paced slowly. Walked to the sidelines.

"Fan stood up! Thank God, this proves that Fan's injury should not be too serious!"

"His face was still covered with blood, and the team doctor covered him with gauze... Villarreal should have to make substitutions and adjustments. In such a situation, Fan should not be able to continue the game! "

"Regardless of whether he will return to the court in this game or not, I have to praise him. This is a real man! A real fighter! He has won everyone's respect with his spirit and will!"

There was once again fierce applause and cheers at the scene, which was another expression of respect from the fans to Fan Bizhuang.

Mr. Ruben greeted him, followed Fan Bizhuang worriedly for a while, and then looked at Kearney.

"Is it all right, Kearney?"

"There was a big gash on the brow bone, and I can temporarily stop the bleeding. As for this..." Kearney pointed to his head, "There may be a concussion, and to what extent, you have to go to the hospital It will take a full inspection to find out."

"But generally speaking, this kid is lucky."

Kearney's tone was a little relaxed, and Mr. Ruben was also relieved. He glanced at Fan Bizhuang who was being bandaged by the team doctor to stop the bleeding, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned around, preparing to call the warm-up substitute back. .

"and many more……"

Fan Bizhuang's figure suddenly sounded behind him, Mr. Ruben turned his head, and saw Fan Bizhuang looking at him strangely.

"Mr. Ruben, don't you want to replace me?"

Mr. Ruben's eyes widened, the expression on his face was even weirder than Fan Bizhuang's, and his voice raised involuntarily, "Could it be that you still want to continue the game?"

"Why not?" Fan Bizhuang nodded seriously, "I can feel that there is nothing wrong with my body, and the cloth wrapped around my head will not disturb me! Believe me, I have never felt like this Seeing how good I am, I think I can still score goals! So, I want to keep playing!"

Fan Bizhuang was full of confidence and fighting spirit, and he had such a firm feeling in his heart. After that layer of window paper was pierced, he firmly believed that his state and scoring luck had all come back!
He can really score again!Great job again!
Mr. Ruben gave him a helpless look, but turned to Kearney: "Is it okay?"

"As the team doctor, my suggestion is of course to replace Fan." Kearney spread his hands, and then said, "But apart from the brow bone wound, there is really no problem with his body-most importantly, Ruben , can you beat this kid?"

"..."

Mr. Ruben was speechless and could only shake his head with a wry smile.

A few minutes later, Fan Bizhuang stood on the sidelines again, and all the commentators and fans at the scene were stunned, and then the overwhelming cheers sounded again, more violent and louder than ever.

"Fan! Fan! Fan!!!"

"This brave and strong man stood on the sidelines again! He wants to keep playing! He wants to keep fighting!"

"Zhuang-bi-fan! This is a real man! A real pure man!"

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After seeing Fan Bizhuang standing on the sidelines again with a thick white gauze on his head, Pellegrini's heart that was hanging high finally fell to the ground.

Since he was able to stand up again, it proved that Fan Bizhuang did not have any problems.

But soon, Pellegrini couldn't help standing up and yelling.

"Damn!"

"asshole!"

"What are these two bastards, Ruben and Kearney, doing?! Fan has already had an accident, why keep him on the field! Don't they know that this is a very dangerous behavior? Bastard, bastard, bastard!!!"

He roared and called out three bastards, and then Pellegrini collapsed on the sofa with his teeth grinning: "My foot... hurts..."

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China, BJ.In a very large manor on the outskirts.

Mr. Fan and Mr. Lin's family were sitting together in front of the TV.

Seeing Fan Bizhuang prostrate on the ground with blood all over his face, the three old men clenched their hearts almost at the same time, and Mrs. Lin even burst into tears.

And when Fan Bizhuang was standing on the sidelines with gauze wrapped around his head, Mr. Fan and Mr. Lin patted their chairs and stood up almost at the same time.

"Okay! As expected of my Lin family's seed, it is bloody!"

"A man from my Fan family should be like this, brave and fearless! A real man! A pure man! A kind!"

Two voices appeared almost at the same time, one said it was from the Lin family, and the other said it was from the Fan family's blood. The two elderly people did not give in to each other. They looked at each other and gave each other a hard look, then sat down. .

Mrs. Lin was still crying: "Why are you kicking this thing? It's so dangerous. What can I do if I get hurt?"

Seeing the bloody grandson's face on TV, the old lady almost stopped breathing, and when her grandson reappeared safe and sound, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still expressed her dissatisfaction with his grandson's choice of this profession .

Whether it is the Lin family or the Fan family, they are the most powerful big families in China. If you do any job, you can live happily and freely for a lifetime.Even if you don't do anything, you can eat the old for ten lifetimes, so there is no need to grab things from others. Not only is it difficult to grab, but it is also easy to get injured and bleed.

In the eyes of the old lady, a football game is just about grabbing things, and a large group of people are robbing. Although she doesn't understand football, she thinks this sport is too dangerous. There are bumps and bumps, and she is often kicked to the ground. It really made her very nervous.

"Women, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, it makes people laugh!"

Old Lin scolded his wife in dissatisfaction, and what he responded was a pain in his waist. Mrs. Lin squeezed him hard, making this majestic and stubborn old man grin his teeth in pain.

"I'm talking about my in-laws. I heard that there are many people in our country who are playing this game... What kind of ball, you see, why don't you buy all these things and let our Zhuanger come back to play, okay?"

The old lady's suggestion is simple and pure, that is, she wants to keep her grandson by her side. Doesn't the grandson like this job? Then buy all the domestic teams and let the grandson have fun alone.

"..."

Fan Lao can't laugh or cry, can this domestic league be compared with foreign ones?The two are not at the same level at all, okay?Even if he is rich, he can monopolize the domestic league and let Fan Bizhuang play as he wants, but the problem is, with Fan Bizhuang's current reputation and influence in Villarreal, he will be willing to play. Are you going to play in the Chinese league?

This is not bullshit!

but……

"You can invest in European football clubs..."

An idea suddenly popped up in Fan Lao's mind, but he didn't express it. He pointed to the TV and said, "Don't talk about that, watch TV, watch Zhuanger."

(End of this chapter)