??511: Chapter 500 The Soccer Match Was Lost Again
511: Chapter 500 The Soccer Match Was Lost Again
“Recently, I want all the won selling themselves in the club to be more careful, stop being so flashy,” Song Yun said lightly.
“We shouldn’t have too big of a problem, after all, every nightclub and bar has these won.
If we make a big deal out of this, no one will benefit,” Wang Hu said.
“Heh, they’re at this level now, how could they possibly be afraid of this?” Song Yun chuckled.
“Better go to the club and instruct them soon.
Don’t wait until sothing happens to deal with it.
We need to be prepared in advance.”
“Song Yun, Song Yun, our departnt lost again in soccer,” Li Yueyue said, pulling Song Yun’s arm and seeming delighted with the disaster.
“Oh?
What was the score this ti?” Song Yun, having hung up the phone, asked out of curiosity.
“0-13, we scored 0.
Ha ha, our departnt’s team is really terrible, especially under that man’s leadership; it’s just been a downhill ride,” Li Yueyue said.
It was now the soccer preliminaries; only by winning in the group matches could teams qualify for the formal competition.
And now, the Chinese departnt was clearly failing.
There were four groups in one division, and the Chinese departnt had the honor of being the last in their group—the very last.
Song Yun looked at the match scoreboard on the field and shook his head helplessly.
“No matter what, our Chinese departnt shouldn’t lose so many goals at once, especially against the chanical and Electrical departnt, they just knocked in over twenty goals.”
“It’s all because of that arrogant guy.” Li Yueyue glanced over at Yu Feng, who was chattering away nearby.
“This morning, right after the groups were divided, he and his close friends were all put in the starting lineup.
Then, full of confidence, he led them to start playing against the English departnt.
As soon as the official match began, Yu Feng focused only on a one-man show.
He started in defense, then midfield, and finally forward, making the whole attack his solo act.
But since his skills were poor, all it took was a slight encirclent strategy from the opponent to snatch the ball and counterattack.
What’s worse, the goalkeeper was also a show-off.
He should’ve been able to stop the opponent’s shots with just a dive, but he rely raised his hand slightly.
If everyone reflected a little, maybe we could keep playing, but Yu Feng, he never reflected on himself.
Instead, he blad his teammates.
‘I run and you all must follow,’ ‘Your positioning is terrible, I can’t pass the ball,’ and all sorts of mixed excuses.
In the end, as soon as Yu Feng touched the ball, the opponents would just converge on him.
Since Yu Feng is so competitive, even if intercepted, he wouldn’t pass the ball to others.
And every ti the goalkeeper got the ball, he hesitated, wondering whether to pass to Yu Feng who was nearby or another teammate.
But as soon as he passed to a teammate who had been standing for a long ti, Yu Feng’s shouting would co from not far away, as if not passing to him would be a betrayal to the nation, to the people.
So players couldn’t endure Yu Feng’s demanding attitude, so they passed the ball to him, and off went Yu Feng, charging like a hero toward the opponents, fierce as a tiger yet just as his march across the mid-field, he would be intercepted again.
After a while, we were several goals behind.
Many suggested substituting him.
Since Yu Feng was quite a noted handso guy in the Chinese departnt, it was awkward to outright tell him to get off.
So, contentedly, Yu Feng himself substituted the goalkeeper who didn’t pass him the ball with a friend of his.
However, after changing the goalkeeper, it totally beca a rout.
Even though the previous one would at least raise an arm, the new guy, like a wooden man, stood still, not moving until the ball was in the net—then he would despondently lower his head.
“Sigh, seems like our chances of victory are very slim,” Song Yun said, shaking his head reluctantly.
“Stop kidding, Song Yun, what do you an slim chances of victory?
There aren’t any at all!
With Yu Feng acting that way on the field, it’s not playing at all—just flexing to make so girls admire him,” Li Yueyue scoffed.
“Moreover, the won fooled by Yu Feng, that jerk, are not few.
Online campus forums are already filled with curses towards him, because of Yu Feng.”
“Then why not take him off the field?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“You know, the view of the masses is discerning; we can’t fail to see this.”
“He has his excuses though, from ‘the turf’s too hard’ to ‘the turf’s too soft.’ He even blad the weather at one point, saying it was too windy that day and the ball was being blown away, or saying it was too hot to play properly,” Li Yueyue laughed.
“He’s basically exhausted every excuse.”
“Heh, it seems we really can’t win,” Song Yun said, smiling.
Just then, Yu Feng arrived with so teammates, still summarizing the reasons for the previous failure.
“The shot just now actually had a great chance, but just at that mont, I was blinded by the sun, and in that mont I closed my eyes, the ball was kicked off course.”
While Yu Feng was summarizing the failure with his teammates, he suddenly saw Song Yun standing there smiling with Li Yueyue and Liu Ran, he fiercely spat on the ground and shouted, “Rember our agreent: whoever loses, calls the other ‘Dad.'”
“I haven’t forgotten, but you should know you’re not going to win.
From your history of leading the Chinese departnt’s soccer team to continuous defeats, you’re not going to win at anything,” Song Yun said, airily.
“Always blaming external factors, such people generally don’t achieve much.”
“Bullshit.
Today’s loss is still due to our lack of coordination, but our teamwork has been much better compared to before.
I believe we will surely win the next ga.
Do you all agree?”
“Yes,” only those few who had been asked by Yu Feng to help weakly shouted.
“See, all our players are full of confidence.
I’m going to show you—I will definitely lead the Chinese departnt to ultimate victory.”
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