Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

In the early morning, outside the apartment in the San Siro area.

The warm sunshine shines through the neat birch forest, shining on a small road.

"Clap-clack-"

Ye Chen was wearing Inter Milan's winter long-sleeved training clothes and soft running shoes, and ran on the trail.

A few fallen leaves were swept up by the wind he ran past, and the golden sunlight shook for a while.

Just finished the game against Naples yesterday.

In order to reward the excellent performance of the players, on the train back to Milan overnight, Conte announced that the whole team would have a day off.

Ye Chen, who developed the habit of getting up early, got up on time at seven o'clock in the morning and ran on the path downstairs.

Ye Chen didn't stop until the sports watch on his wrist showed that the 5km was over, ready to go home and take a shower.

As soon as I walked downstairs to the apartment, I saw a middle-aged man with a tall hairline standing aside, poking his head and looking around.

When he saw Ye Chen, his eyes lit up instantly!

"Ye Chen, Ye Chen, I finally see you!"

The man stepped forward, warmly held Ye Chen's hand, and shook it vigorously.

That posture seemed to be the reunion of friends who had been separated for many years.

"May I ask who you are?" Ye Chen was a little confused.

Ye Chen didn't know this person, but thought his voice sounded familiar.

It seems to have been heard in the old football game before...

"Haha, you may not have seen me, but you must have heard my voice!"

The man cleared his throat, and a paragraph came from the scene:

"It was a powerful shot, but it hit the fans in the stands. The fans went into shock!"

"Thanks Zhou Bichang, he promised to come but didn't come, thank him for agreeing, thank him for his support for the complete live broadcast!"

"I'm the only commentator for this game. Because my partner suddenly had a toothache, he went to the dentist."

Ye Chen's eyes gradually widened, and he pointed at him with a joyful expression on his face.

The man smiled and continued:

"A friend whose mobile phone number is 2289 sent a text message saying that he picked up a mouse pad yesterday, and thought that the mouse pad would be useless, so he bought a computer. What do you think is missing? Of course... "

"The Chinese commentary version of Pro Evolution Football is missing!" Ye Chen answered immediately!

"Wang Tao, you are Wang Tao!"

Ye Chen was a little excited.

"I used to like to watch the "World Football" column that you commented on, and you were also the commentator in the game of live football. I often laughed while playing, and my stomach hurt from laughing. Hahaha, it's so interesting!"

"Why are you here?"

Seeing that Ye Chen finally recognized him, Wang Tao felt more relaxed.

"Ye Chen, I came here from China on a special trip. I just got off the plane early this morning. I asked for a long time before I found out that you live here."

"Can you sign me, Ye Chen, I'm your most loyal fan. I've seen every game you played in Inter Milan!"

Ye Chen smiled, "No problem, little fun!"

He took Ye Chen's No. 29 jersey that Wang Tao took out from his backpack, and signed his name on it.

"Ye Chen, look at the camera, yeah!"

Wang Tao took out his phone and took a selfie with Ye Chen.

"Thank you, Ye Chen, I finally met your real person today. You are the greatest football star in the history of China. To get your jersey autograph, I, Wang Tao, have made my dream come true. This life is worth it!"

Wang Tao burst into tears as he spoke.

He hugged Ye Chen's shoulders and cried loudly!

"woooooooo~"

Ye Chen: "Ah..."

This, it doesn't seem to be the case, right?

While comforting Wang Tao, he smiled and said to him:

"Wang Tao, it's not easy for you to come all the way from China. I haven't seen my compatriots for a long time. Come to my house and I'll make you tea!"

Wang Tao's eyes lit up, and his dark eyeballs rolled around.

He immediately stopped crying, "Okay, thank you Ye Chen, I'll trouble you!"

……

Wang Tao looked at the jersey wall in Ye Chen's study and couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

"Ye Chen, are these all the jerseys you collected? There are quite a lot!"

Ye Chen smiled and waved his hands,

"Not much, I have only played in Serie A for half a season. These jerseys are mainly exchanged with opponents after the game. You see, there are Roma's Dzeko, Lazio's Immobile, and AC Milan's Donnaru. Horse, Milik of Naples..."

Ye Chen began to introduce his jersey wall to Wang Tao.

Among them, two jerseys are the most eye-catching, located on both sides of the c position.

They are Juventus' No. 7 Ronaldo and Barcelona's No. 10 Messi!

Wang Tao took out his phone and turned on the video.

"Ye Chen, can you tell your fans in China about the story of these two jerseys? They are very curious about your life in Milan!"

Ye Chen nodded and began to introduce the origin of these two jerseys.

"For Messi, in last year's Champions League group stage, we tied Barcelona 1-1 at home, and I helped the team equalize the score in 89 minutes. After the game, Messi took the initiative to come over and exchange with me. "

Ye Chen caressed the red and blue No. 10 jersey with joy in his eyes.

"I remember Messi hugging me and saying that without me, Barcelona would have won this pizza away, so he is depressed now."

"He also joked to me that he hoped that next season, I could be his teammate in Barcelona. Hahaha, Messi is such an interesting guy!"

Wang Tao walked around Ye Chen with his mobile phone, and asked again:

"Alright Ye Chen, then please tell me the story of Ronaldo's jersey."

Ye Chen thought for a while.

"For Ronaldo, the process is a bit tortuous."

"In the 11th round of Serie A, in Inter Milan's home game against Juventus, I performed a hat-trick and helped the team beat them 4-2 at home."

Ye Chen fell into memory.

"At that time, Ronaldo was extremely angry and walked into the player tunnel with his head down."

"I chased after him and shouted at him, expressing my desire to exchange jerseys with him."

"But," Ye Chen spread his hands, "he glanced back, apologized with a facial expression, and then left."

Wang Tao was taken aback.

"That is to say, Ronaldo didn't exchange jerseys with you?"

Ye Chen chuckled.

"Of course it changed, but this is after we all became players under Mendes' team."

"He later gave me a jersey, and I gave him my own. It was a jersey exchange."

"C Ronaldo also encouraged me, saying that I am excellent, and advised me to be self-disciplined and strictly control my sleep and diet. He is actually a very good person, because he is a bit competitive."

"However, it is this competitive spirit that has made Ronaldo what he is today!"

Wang Tao applauded repeatedly after listening.

He took the lens and switched to the front camera.

"Audience friends, I didn't expect that there are so many unknown stories behind these two jerseys. It must be very interesting for you to hear!"

Wang Tao took out Ye Chen's jersey from his bag.

"Why do you still have my jersey? How many did you buy?" Ye Chen asked him with a smile.

"Just two, hey, sign another one for me!"

Wang Tao fixed the phone with a bracket and recorded this video of Ye Chen signing the jersey.

The two chatted for a while before Wang Tao left.

Ye Chen looked at Wang Tao's back, couldn't help turning on the computer, and downloaded an ancient version of PES 8.

When Wang Tao's commentary came out from the computer, Ye Chen returned to his childhood, when he played live football with his friends on one controller.

"Ha, here comes Knock Mountain Town Tiger!"

"This is a very vicious tackle. It is estimated that this person will make a movie after returning home, called "My Savage Tackle"!"

"His angry shot directly knocked down the plane in the sky!"

"His shot shot into the sky, flew into the universe, and rushed into space!"

"The line referee signaled offside, but the referee ignored it. It is said that the referee's ex-wife is the line referee's current wife. Alas, what a mess!"

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