Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Early morning, outside the San Siro area apartment.

The gentle sunlight shines through the neat birch forest, dotted with stars, shining on a small road.

"Snap-"

Ye Chen dressed in Inter's winter long-sleeved training clothes and fluffy running shoes, ran along the trail.

A few fallen leaves were swept up by the wind he ran by, and the golden sunlight swayed for a moment.

Just finished playing against Napoli yesterday.

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

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

It wasn't until the sports watch on his wrist showed that 5KM was over, that Ye Chen stopped his pace and prepared to go home to take a shower.

As soon as I walked downstairs to the apartment, I looked at a middle-aged man with a high hairline, standing on the side, constantly sticking his head out.

As soon as he saw Ye Chen, his eyes lit up instantly!

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

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

That posture seems to be a reunion of friends who have been separated for many years.

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

Ye Chen didn't know this person, but he felt that his voice sounded a little familiar.

It seems to have been heard in old football games before....

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

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

"A powerful shot, but it hit the fan in the stands, and this fan went into shock

!" "Thank you Zhou Bichang, he promised to come but didn't come, thank him for agreeing, thank him for his support of the complete live situation!"

Ye Chen's eyes gradually widened, pointing at him with a happy expression on his face.

The man smiled and continued:

"A friend with the tail number of 2289 on the mobile phone sent a text message saying that I picked up a mouse pad yesterday, and I thought that this mouse pad was also wasted, so I equipped a computer. Of course..." "

Lack of live soccer Chinese commentary version!" Ye Chen immediately answered

, "Wang Tao, you are Wang Tao!" Ye

Chen was a little excited.

"I used to like to watch your commentary on the "World Football" column, and in the game of live football, you are also a commentator, I often laugh while playing, laughing so much that my stomach hurts, hahaha, it's so interesting!"

"Why are you here?" Seeing

that Ye Chen finally recognized himself, Wang Tao was even more relaxed.

"Ye Chen, I came from China specifically, and I just got off the plane early this morning, but I inquired for a long time before I knew that you live here. "

Can you sign my name, Ye Chen, I am your most loyal fan, I have watched every game you play at Inter!" Ye

Chen smiled, "No problem, little meaning!" He

took Ye Chen's No. 29 shirt that Wang Tao took out of his backpack and signed his name on it.

"Ye Chen, look at the camera, yes!" Wang

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

"Thank you, Ye Chen, I finally met your real person today, you are the greatest star in the history of Huaxia Kingdom, to get your jersey autograph, my Wang Tao's dream has come true, this life is worth it!"

Wang Tao said, bursting into tears.

He hugged Ye Chen's shoulders and cried!

"Woo-woo~

" Ye Chen: "Eh..." "Eh..."

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, go to my house and sit, I'll make you tea!"

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

He immediately put away his crying, "Okay, thank you Ye Chen, you're in trouble!"

Wang Tao looked at this jersey wall in Ye Chen's study and couldn't help but thumbs up.

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

Chen smiled and waved his hand

, "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 Dzeko from Rome, Immobile from Lazio, Donnarumma from AC Milan, Milik from Napoli..."

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

Among them, two jerseys stand out the most, located on either side of the C position.

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

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

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

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

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

Ye Chen stroked the red and blue No. 10 shirt, and his eyes were full of joy.

"I remember Messi hugging me and saying Barsai would have won this game away if it weren't for me, so he's depressed right now.

"He also joked with me that I hope that next season, I can go to Barcelona to be a teammate with him, hahaha, Messi is such an interesting guy!"

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

"Okay Ye Chen, then please tell me the story of Ronaldo's shirt."

Ye Chen thought for a while.

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

In the round of 11 of Serie A, Inter played at home against Juventus, I scored a hat-trick to help the team beat them 4-2 at home.

Ye Chen fell into memories.

Ronaldo was extremely angry at the time, and walked towards the players' tunnel with his head down.

"I chased after him and called out to him, expressing my wish to exchange jerseys with him. "

But," Ye Chen spread his hands," he glanced back, said sorry with an expressionless face, and left.

Wang Tao was stunned.

"That means Ronaldo didn't exchange jerseys with you?"

Ye Chen smiled.

"Of course it changed, but it was after we all became Mendes. "

He later gave me a jersey and I gave him one of my own, which was kind of an exchange shirt.

Ronaldo also encouraged me, saying that I was excellent and advised me to be self-disciplined and strictly control my sleep diet. He's actually a very nice guy, and he's a little bit competitive.

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

Wang Tao listened and applauded.

He lenses, switching to the front camera.

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

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

"Why do you still have my jersey, how many did you buy?" asked him with a smile.

"Just two, hehe, help me sign another one!"

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

The two talked for a while before Wang Tao left.

Ye Chen looked at Wang Tao's distant back, and couldn't help but turn on the computer and download an ancient version of Pro Evolution Soccer 8.

When Wang Tao's commentary came out of the computer, Ye Chen returned to his childhood, playing live football with his friends.



Reality 8, the memories of a generation

"Ha, here is the foot knocking the mountain town tiger

!" "This is a very fierce tackle, it is estimated that this person will make a movie after going back, called "My Savage Tackle"!"

His angry shot directly knocked down the plane in

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

!" "The linesman signaled for offside, the referee ignored it, it is said that the referee's ex-wife is the current wife of the linesman, alas, what a mess!"