Chapter 2002 Not a Dream

"Zhang Qinghuan raised his hand to ask his teammate for the ball! He is already in position! The ball has been passed!"

Looking at the rolling football, Zhang Qinghuan looked around and observed first.

Then he made a stance to pass the ball straight to the right, causing the Royal Catjon defender in front of him to shift his focus.

Then he suddenly stopped the football to the left side of his body, and at the same time half-turned and broke through to the left!

There was a huge cheer from the stands.

Zhang Qinghuan enjoyed such cheers very much.

It gives him the satisfaction of being center stage.

He can use his skills to please the fans, win their cheers and love, in the cheers like a tsunami, he seems to be the king of the world!

Zhang Qinghuan, who got out of the way, didn't intend to continue to dribble the ball, because he had already seen a path from him to the opponent's penalty area.

The next thing he has to do is to push the football straight through...

An excellent opportunity will be created!

He saw the figure who was going forward, it was his good partner Carlos Torrado on the front line!

As long as he can pass the ball, it's a one-shot!

this kid...

I went out and turned around only to find out that it's still me, right?

It's right to come back on loan. How can Getafe 1326 have a passer who understands you like I do!

Zhang Qinghuan supported his body with his right leg, raised his left foot, and prepared to pass the ball.

At this moment, the Royal Carterjon defender who was shaken by him rushed back, and his whole body was like a high-speed muck truck, slamming into Zhang Qinghuan's crotch!

Unprepared Zhang Qinghuan was caught off guard, and his body was tilted to the left.

At the same time, the right knee supporting his body produced an unnatural bend—from "丨" to the outside and became "".

The piercing whistle sounded, and the exclamation of the narrator also sounded.

"Ah! Foul! This is an intentional foul! Zhang Qinghuan was knocked to the ground... He didn't stand up immediately... He covered his right knee with a painful expression..."

The hurried whistle, the exclamation of the commentator, and the boos of the fans all became illusory, and the voices became smaller and less real.

Zhang Qinghuan, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and frowned, closed his eyes tightly, with a painful expression on his face.

Then fell into a moment of darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the house. The morning light shone through the curtains and gauze into the bedroom, and the breeze blew through the curtains, bringing a burst of coolness.

Zhang Qinghuan turned his head and glanced at his sleeping wife, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

He exhaled lightly:

just a dream...

He tiptoedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Sun Juan groaned softly behind her, but did not wake up.

Zhang Qinghuan walked into the bathroom barefoot.

Sitting down on the toilet, lowering his head, his eyes naturally fell on his knees.

An ugly centipede-like wound appeared in front of his right knee, which was shocking.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he fully woke up.

Yes, it's not a dream, I did get injured in the first round of the league against Real Caterjon...

Torn cruciate ligament in right knee.

Had surgery.

The scar in front of me now is left after the operation, and those "centipede feet" are actually stitches left by sutures.

Injured in the first round of the league, until now... April 6, 2034, seven and a half months have passed.

In these seven and a half months, he has not played a game.

Even if he resumed training, it was only twenty days ago.

Encountered such a thing in the World Cup year, he does not know whether he can participate in this year's World Cup.

When he heard that he had torn his cruciate ligament, he even had the idea of ​​"retiring here".

In the end, it was his wife Sun Juan's company, comfort and encouragement that made him decide to undergo surgery, and he looked forward to a smooth comeback to catch up with the World Cup.

But... Today is seventy-two days before the opening of the World Cup, but he has not yet played the game.

He also doesn't know if he can still be selected for the World Cup squad by the head coach of the national team, Qin Lin.

However, after more than seven months, his mentality is much better than when he was injured.

Do your best and obey the destiny.

If it is really impossible to participate in the World Cup, then he can only accept the result calmly.

This is his life...

Since he became famous at a young age, his career and life journey are full of ups and downs and setbacks.

He should have thought of that.

While the last ten years have been the smoothest of his career - he's had some injuries, he's had his fair share of failures, he hasn't won anything worthwhile at the club - it's still the smoothest of his career It's time.

But how could fate let him go so easily?

At the end of his career, encountering such a serious injury, for his already not very outstanding physical condition, it is simply worse.

Especially in the World Cup season, even if you can recover from your injury before the start of the World Cup, and have not played a serious game for half the season, what state can you show to participate in the World Cup?

In this season, the national team has even changed their tactics and lineup...

The team gave him a detailed physical examination yesterday. Based on the results of the physical examination, the coaching staff will determine whether he can be selected for tomorrow's match against Kvitt.

Today is the day to know the result.

But Zhang Qinghuan was very calm.

There are still eight rounds left in the league. Even if he returns from injury at this time and returns to the court, there is not much room for him to develop.

And...Sarria this season, without him, actually performed well.

Currently ranked in the middle of the league, it is still difficult to qualify for the European competition next season, but it is impossible to relegate.

When he was just injured, people were more pessimistic about the team's prospects.

I always feel that Saria's performance will plummet if he loses the core of the midfielder, and he can only do his best to avoid relegation.

As it turned out, the other Saria players performed very well.

In the beginning, Zhang Qinghuan was a little disappointed and unwilling, because he felt that Sarria didn't need him anymore.

Now he has figured it out too.

This is normal... Does he really hope that because of his injury, the team will fall into the quagmire of relegation?

That would be too selfish.

Zhang Qinghuan, who figured it out, made the decision to end the contract with Sarria early and return to China to play football after discussing with his wife Sun Juan.

But this decision, except for his wife, is currently unknown to anyone.

In fact, the matter of returning to China to play football was decided a long time ago, and it is not a secret.

It's just that if he is not injured, he decided to wait until the contract between himself and Sarria expires next season, and then return to China as a free agent.

The injury allowed him to advance his plans to return to China by a year.

He doesn't want to spend another year on Sarri's bench. After all, he is thirty-four years old and his career is counting down. An extra year of delay is a huge waste.

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When Zhang Qinghuan's car was about to enter the gate of the Saria training base, it was stopped by several enthusiastic Saria fans.

"'Brother Huan', 'Brother Huan'!"

Seeing Zhang Qinghuan parking the car, they happily approached him, holding ready jerseys, star cards, and markers for signing.

When Zhang Qinghuan first heard "Bro. Huan" among Sarri fans, he couldn't help but greet Hu Lai in his heart.

Now that I'm used to it, I still find it quite pleasing to the ear. If someone called him "Zhang" again, he would be stunned for a moment, unable to immediately realize that he was calling himself.

"Brother Huan, will you be on the squad for tomorrow's game?"

Enthusiastic fans asked Zhang Qinghuan to sign while asking him.

"I don't know, this depends on the arrangement of the coaching staff." Zhang Qinghuan signed for them, and at the same time answered the questions honestly.

"We want you to be on the squad, and we want you to play in games!"

"Thank you, I hope so too."

Some Sarria fans took out their mobile phones, hoping to take a photo with Zhang Qinghuan.

Zhang Qinghuan was sitting in the cab, and the fans were taking selfies with their mobile phones outside the car window.

After satisfying all the fans' requests one by one, Zhang Qinghuan waved goodbye to them and drove the car into the gate of the training base.

"Good morning, 'Brother Huan'." The guard at the base grinned at Zhang Qinghuan.

"Good morning, Savy."

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you would play in tomorrow's game." The guard said to Zhang Qinghuan with a smile.

Zhang Qinghuan was amused: "Thank you for your dream, Savi. But in China, dreams and reality are opposite."

"Ah?" The guard Sawei was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly apologized to Zhang Qinghuan, "I'm sorry, sorry, I don't know...I'm really sorry..."

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head and said with a smile, "It's okay, Savi. Thank you."

He waved to Savi, and drove the car to the player's exclusive parking lot, with a smile that didn't fade away.

Although he has been away from the stadium for seven and a half months, everyone here is so friendly to him that he never feels like he is away.

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When Zhang Qinghuan stepped onto the training ground, he was embraced by the head coach Rodriguez Baldia who came up to him.

While embracing, Baltiah whispered in his ear: "Congratulations, Zhang. The results of the physical examination have come out, and your body has fully met the standards for participating in the competition."

Zhang Qinghuan responded to his head coach with a smile very calmly: "That's really good news."

"I will put you in the squad for tomorrow's game. But I can't guarantee that you will definitely get the chance to play. We need to base on the situation at the time..."

"No problem, head coach, you have the final say."

Baldia was very satisfied with Zhang Qinghuan's attitude, he hugged Zhang Qinghuan again, then let go of his arms, and finally said: "Although I have already said it on the day you practiced with the team, I still want to say it now Once: Welcome back, Zhang."

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Xue Ming saw Zhang Qinghuan's name in the official roster announced by Sarria.

He excitedly switched to the WeChat chat window, found Zhang Qinghuan, and sent him a message:

"Brother Huan, can you play tomorrow's game?"

Soon Zhang Qinghuan replied to him: "Why, are you so blatantly spying on your opponent?"

Xue Ming sent an emoji covering his face, laughing and crying, UU read www.uukanshu.com and then said: "Where is it, I just care about you, can't I?"

"I don't know if I can play. The head coach told me today, it depends on the specific game situation."

Xue Ming sighed: "Oh, I still want to exchange jerseys with Brother Huan..."

"I can swap jerseys if I play or not."

"If you play, of course it will be more commemorative-this is your first appearance after recovering from injury!"

Zhang Qinghuan also sent a crying emoji covering his face: "What commemorative significance does this have? It's not my last game in Sarria... Okay, if you want to exchange jerseys, I will come to you after the game is over. "

"Okay, thank you Brother Huan!"

After the chat with Zhang Qinghuan was over, Xue Ming didn't put down his phone, but stared at Brother Huan's words in the chat records of the two in a daze.

[I don't know if I can play. The head coach told me today that it depends on the specific game situation. 】

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(end of this chapter)