Football: The immortal legend on the green field

The game resumed and the Porters began to make substitutions, replacing three players at once.

What surprised Shen Bin was that among the people replaced by the other side, there were two East Asian faces.

Immigrants and international students from China, Japan and South Korea are not uncommon in places like the Netherlands, but there are still very few East Asians who can play football here.

Shen Bin guessed that these two people were either from the Universe Country or from Nissan. After all, the number of Chinese people who play football is pitifully small compared to the number of people from these two countries.

The game continued in disarray.

This kind of competition, which is at a mid-level among amateur competitions, has a tactical nature that is not rigorous, and once chaos breaks out, there are loopholes everywhere.

Before the defensive players approached, Shen Bin passed the ball to a teammate in the midfield and quickly pointed forward.

"Pass it forward."

The ball was like a hot potato. The teammate had just got the ball and was afraid of being entangled and intercepted by the opponent, so he wanted to pass it anxiously. But when he heard Shen Bin's shout, he didn't think much and just kicked the ball forward.

The moment his teammate passed the ball, Shen Bin sprinted forward at the fastest speed. He was like an arrow, piercing through the two defensive lines in the center and backcourt of the white vests.

The opposing team also had a defender chasing back quickly, but Shen Bin still got there first and stopped the ball outside the penalty area.

The one-on-one opponent with Shen Bin was the East Asian man who had just come on the field.

Shen Bin did not give the opponent any chance to react. After controlling the ball, he immediately moved forward with the ball while keeping an eye on the goalkeeper behind the defensive player.

Step by step……

When the opponent couldn't help but kick the ball first, Shen Bin suddenly moved the ball to the right, chased after him, and shot.

All that was heard at the scene was a bang, and the ball shot out of a cannonball at lightning speed and went into the goal behind the goalkeeper.

From beginning to end, Shen Bin did not give the players on both sides and the fans on the sidelines any time to react. It was not until the ball went in that everyone reacted.

Warm applause soon broke out from the sidelines.

"Wow, that's a great goal!"

"Too fast and too powerful!"

"I never thought he could make a shot like that."

The fans around praised him loudly. It is rare to see such a shooting performance in such an amateur match!

4:2! There were still more than ten minutes left in the game, and the outcome was decided. The opposing players were like deflated balls, and none of them had the passion they had just now.

Both sides slowed down the pace and began to stroll around the court, breathing heavily.

Shen Bin stopped fighting for the ball and stood in the center circle with his hands on his hips, watching his teammates pass the ball back and forth in the backcourt.

The two East Asians who came on in the second half came to Shen Bin's side, and Shen Bin was about to say hello to them in a friendly manner.

Unexpectedly, one of the yellow-haired guys spoke first: "Big Circle Boy, I know you. Didn't you transfer to Ajax? Why are you here to play soccer with us? Those mainland media are just talking nonsense, as if they can cultivate a soccer king. Aren't you abandoned by Ajax? The mainland soccer king can only come here to show off his power?"

"Do you know this guy?" asked another older Chinese man.

A strange smile appeared on the yellow-haired man's face. He pointed his thumb back at Shen Bin, who no longer wanted to pay attention to them, and said, "Rongzi, you don't know that Shen Bin, the mainland football king, is a product of Ajax's youth training. He has a nickname!"

"What's your nickname?" The Chinese man called Rongzi sneered at Shen Bin.

"'Golden Right Foot'!"

"So awesome?" Brother Qing's expression suddenly became colorful.

Huang Mao smiled and asked, "Rongzi, have you never seen Stephen Chow's Shaolin Soccer?"

Before Rongzi could react, Huangmao burst into laughter: "This big circle boy is a cripple!"

Shen Bin held his breath and his face became extremely ugly.

"Yes! He's just a cripple. His leg was broken in the mainland, but the mainland team didn't inform Ajax of the situation at all. He defrauded Ajax of 100 million euros in signing fees. He is worthy of being a Big Circle boy. He can even defraud money in this way!" The yellow-haired man seemed to have not noticed Shen Bin's expression at all. He patted his companion's shoulder and laughed exaggeratedly.

The two surrounded Shen Bin and laughed so hard that they fell over. Amid their laughter, Shen Bin looked at the two clowns indifferently and did not do anything beyond the scope of the game. He knew that this was a game, and no matter what kind of game it was, the rules of the game had to be followed. This was a sign of respect for football.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared beside him, put his arm on his shoulder, and leaned over: "Hey, Shen! Are these your friends? Introduce them."

When Shen Bin turned around, he saw the smiling face of his teammate, looking at the two Hong Kong people in front of him.

"What interesting things are you talking about? Tell me about it."

The laughter of the two people was interrupted. Faced with this tall white man who was obviously here to support Shen Bin, they didn't dare to say a word and walked away in shame.

He spread his hands and said sarcastically, "I know them. They came here in 97. They seemed to have immigrated to England at first, and later came here because they are both members of the European Union. At first, they were responsible for marking the stadium like you, but later it was discovered that they were supplying white powder to the players who played here. After being discovered, they were fired by the government and then went to work as porters at the docks. The management there is relatively lax. They always bully compatriots like you. They treat us white people like rats."

In recent years, Shen Bin has also met some people who fled to Europe after Hong Kong's return. They have been enslaved by the British for several lifetimes and are accustomed to being servile to white people. Their minds are absolutely twisted, so they are more cruel to their compatriots than anyone else.

Most of them have black backgrounds, so Shen Bin tries not to provoke them if possible.

After a while, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

At the end of the game, the Environmental Defenders team turned defeat into victory and defeated the points leader 4:2.

Shen Bin went off the field and walked towards his team's bench. On the way, Huang Mao said to Shen Bin in a deep voice, "Don't be crazy, kid!"

Shen Bin clenched his fists and prepared to teach this ignorant guy a lesson. The players from both teams who were on the field together saw that something was not right and quickly stepped forward to separate the two men.

When everyone started to leave, Shen Bin came to the middle-aged man.

The uncle smiled and said to Shen Bin, "I can see that you are a professional football player who has undergone many years of training. Why didn't you continue to play? Judging from your performance on the field, it doesn't look like you have had a serious injury. Your playing style is very similar to that of one of my senior idols. At that time, I was about the same age as you. I paid special attention to every game of his. That was more than 30 years ago."

The middle-aged man seemed to be lost in deep memories, recalling those long-gone golden days.

Shen Bin waited for the middle-aged man to regain consciousness and asked in a trembling voice, "Can I know who your predecessor is?"

He was looking forward to the old man saying the name that made him respect, but he was also afraid that his dream would come true.

His name was Manuel Francisco dos Santos, known as "Garrincha".