Chapter 2003 Return

Xue Ming looked at the "2:0" on the scoreboard in a daze.

Before the game, he still wanted to use his performance to force Brother Huan out-he took it for granted that as long as he performed well, he could help Sporting Kvitt create some troubles for Saria in the away game.

When Saria found that the game was not going as smoothly as they had imagined, they might consider sending Zhang Qinghuan up.

Unexpectedly, although it is difficult for Sarria to compete for the European qualification, they still have an advantage at home against the lower-ranked Athletic Corvette.

Seventy-five minutes into the game, the score is 2:0, and Sarria, who is playing at home, takes the lead.

During the game, Brother Huan went to warm up with his teammates several times, but he just didn't mean to be replaced.

This is not good, we still have to continue to put pressure on Sarria!

Xue Ming regained his composure, and then found a chance to cut in from the wing to the center, and shouted at his teammate who was holding the ball:

"Here! Here I am!"

When his teammates saw him, they immediately passed the football over.

Xue Ming made a gesture to stop the ball, but when the football rolled over, he shot directly!

The football rushed towards Saria's goal against the turf!

"Xue Ming kicked his feet suddenly!"

Sarriah goalkeeper Yoel Soho dives, but he's still a little short... out of reach!

However, the football did not fly into the goal, but flew out of the baseline against the goal post!

The Saria fans in the stands and the Corvette fans exclaimed at the same time.

It's just that the meanings of the two exclamations are obviously completely different...

"Oh! It's dangerous!" the Spanish narrator exclaimed.

The Chinese commentator was so regretful that he put his hands on his head: "Xue Ming was almost able to help the team get back a point! What a pity! The ball slipped out! He is just short of his fifth league goal this season. How many centimeters!"

The slow motion shows that the football is indeed flying out of the baseline by rubbing against the goal post in a physical sense—it rubs against the outside of the goal post and bounces off with a change of line.

When the camera cut back again, I saw Xue Ming holding his head in his hands and shouting to the sky.

"Xue Ming, who just transferred from Portimão in Portugal this season, quickly occupied the main position of Sporting Corvette. He has already scored four goals and had two assists in the league. He He is the beneficiary of Chinese football's vigorous promotion of overseas study plans in recent years. From Portugal B to Portugal A, and then to La Liga, Xue Ming's career has achieved a triple jump in just four years..."

The Chinese commentator said with emotion.

"There are still 70 days until the opening of the World Cup held in China this year...Compared with four years ago, our national team has more foreign players in our national team this time, and they are not sitting on the bench. As a spectator, but as the main force in their respective teams...

"Of course, this is all thanks to the first generation of players who have studied abroad on a large scale represented by Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan. It is their outstanding performance in their respective teams that has built a good reputation for Chinese players. European teams are willing to set their sights on China, and are willing to give Chinese players more opportunities..."

During the TV broadcast, after replaying Xue Ming's shot, it cut to the fans in the visiting team's stands wearing Corvette. They did not express dissatisfaction because Xue Ming failed to score, but applauded.

Although there were only 15 minutes left in the game and they were still two goals behind in the score, the Corvette fans were still satisfied with Xue Ming's performance. After all, Xue Ming was able to create a threat, and he was always positive, and his attitude towards the game was fine. Who doesn't like it?

Even if they want to find someone to blame for the failure, Xue Ming, who was very active in this game, should not be there.

The fans' tolerance and applause did not make Xue Ming happy.

Brother Huan finished his warm-up, just returned to the bench, sat down, still has no intention of playing...

Xue Ming shook his head and ran back, dissatisfied with his performance.

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That kick hit the outside of the post and what popped out was Xue Ming's closest goal in this game.

Seven minutes later, at the 82nd minute of the game, Xue Ming got another chance.

This is a chance for Sporting Corvette to fight back.

However, because he was too active in the previous competition, Xue Ming's physical strength dropped significantly at this time.

Although he was still receiving the ball outside the penalty area, due to exhaustion, he shot a goal and hit the stands behind...

After this shot, Xue Ming, who was exhausted, was replaced.

Obviously, the head coach of Athletic Kvit also knows that it is impossible to win this game, and even a tie cannot be achieved.

Rather than being exhausted in this game, it is better to let the main players rest and prepare for the next game.

It is true that Athletic Kvitt wants to relegation, but the key points for their relegation may not necessarily be obtained from Sarria.

That is, at the same time that Xue Ming was replaced, Saria's head coach Rodriguez Baldia personally called Zhang Qinghuan from the bench:

"Zhang, let's go up and look for the feeling of the game."

With a 2:0 lead and less than ten minutes left in the game, Zhang Qinghuan was replaced at this time, and there was no special task, just to let him go up to feel the atmosphere of the game and find out the feeling of the game.

After all, he has been away from the green field for seven and a half months.

Zhang Qinghuan nodded to show that he understood.

"Congratulations on your comeback from injury, this time is a real comeback from injury." Baldia grinned at Zhang Qinghuan, and then patted him on the shoulder.

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

When Zhang Qinghuan was standing on the edge of the court, waiting to play, deafening shouts rang out from above the Parrot Stadium.

The Chinese narrator also raised his voice excitedly:

"Zhang Qinghuan is about to play! After a long recovery from injury, Zhang Qinghuan has returned to the court! Since suffering a serious knee ligament injury in the first round of this season, he has undergone surgery and has not returned to training until early March As for playing in the game...I have waited until now, April 8th, the thirty-second round of the league! All of us have been waiting for too long! Welcome back again, Zhang Qinghuan!"

Teammates ran off the court, hugged Zhang Qinghuan on the sidelines, patted him on the back, and sent him to the court.

"With seven minutes left in the game, Zhang Qinghuan was replaced. Obviously Sarri coach Baltiah wanted Zhang Qinghuan to find the feeling of the game... because this substitution did not have any impact on the result of the game - Sarri Athletic is currently 2:0 ahead of Athletic Kvit, and it is very difficult for Athletic Kvitt, who is playing away, to score two goals in a row and equalize the score in the last few minutes..."

Zhang Qinghuan stepped on the court, exerted a little force, and felt the subtle sensation from the knee of his right leg.

Then he sprinted a few steps faster.

Everything works fine for now.

Soon his teammates sent him a ball: "'Brother Huan'!"

This is a very common pass, a simple reverse kick.

He catches the ball easily and passes it to another teammate.

Then he turned around and ran to the next pick-up location.

After he runs into position, the football is passed again.

Saria's players knew that this was Zhang Qinghuan's first official game after being injured for seven and a half months.

Although he has already played warm-up matches and confrontation matches during the team training, those games are still different from the official games with real swords and guns.

He needs to find the feeling again.

This simple pass is tantamount to helping Zhang Qinghuan warm up.

Anyway, the team is now leading by two goals. As long as Kvit Athletic does not come up to press, Saria's players can always pass the ball to Zhang Qinghuan in the backcourt, and play against him to help him find the feeling of playing the game.

Faced with the kindness of his teammates, Zhang Qinghuan was not hypocritical, and accepted all the orders, and cooperated with his teammates to pass and run back and forth.

Remind your body a little bit of how it felt before the injury.

In the process, he gradually forgot about his right knee and forgot that he had been injured.

Then he became reluctant, hoping that the game would not end.

A few minutes is too little...

What is enough for a few minutes? I want more game time!

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Time flies, and Athletic Kvitt can no longer threaten Saria's goal.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, there was a huge cheer at Saria's home Parrot Stadium.

Sarria fans are celebrating the victory of the game, and they are also celebrating Zhang Qinghuan's return from injury.

Saria's players came up to give Zhang Qinghuan a high five and hug, celebrating his successful return to the team.

Zhang Qinghuan also had a smile on his face, looking very happy.

The Chinese commentator sincerely praised: "What a warm scene! Zhang Qinghuan has already won the love of players and fans in Sarria for eight seasons. He is also the Chinese player who has played for the longest time in the same European team. …I hope this game can bring Zhang Qinghuan back to his form quickly. After all, there are only 70 days before the start of the World Cup...

"Ah, Xue Ming also came from the bench of Corvette Athletic. He walked towards Zhang Qinghuan. The two embraced each other, then took off each other's jerseys and exchanged them with each other... This scene is also very commemorative. The two Chinese The players exchanged jerseys during the game... After exchanging jerseys, the two chatted for a while, and I don't know what they were talking about..."

Xue Ming covered his mouth and said to Zhang Qinghuan: "Brother Huan, I'm waiting for you at the World Cup!"

Zhang Qinghuan smiled and nodded at him: "Okay!"

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"I almost regretted it today."

Zhang Qinghuan, who was lying on the bed with his hands on his head, said suddenly.

Sun Juan, who was sleeping next to her, asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It feels so good to play in Saria. There are teammates who are familiar with me and fans who like me. I am really reluctant..."

Sun Juan said: "It's okay if you don't want to leave, anyway, you still have a one-year contract with the team."

Zhang Qinghuan didn't speak immediately, but was silent for a while, and then said: "No, I still have to go. All this today is just because I haven't come back for a long time, it's just a sense of novelty. It's pointless to continue to stay, waiting for the novelty No more, in the end they must look at each other not pleasing to the eye. Instead of getting to that point, it is better to end in happiness now."

This time it was Sun Juan's turn to be silent, and after a while she said, "After you make up your mind, you should talk to Hu Lai and the others, right?"

"Of course I will, but...let's talk about it tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly turned over and got under the quilt.

Sun Juan was taken aback: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't move!" Zhang Qinghuan controlled his struggling wife, and then gently pressed his ear to her stomach, "Let me listen."

Sun Juan was a little shy~lightnovelpub.net~ and a little itchy: "What can I hear! It's less than three months..."

Zhang Qinghuan's muffled answer came from under the quilt: "Listen to his heartbeat! Hush..."

Hearing this, Sun Juan calmed down and let her husband rest his head on her stomach.

"Hear that?" she asked after a while.

"I heard it, it's quite powerful!"

After a while of rustling sounds, Zhang Qinghuan got out of the quilt, propped his head sideways, and stared at his wife who was close at hand.

"Look at what?" Sun Juan looked at him and asked.

"Look at the motherfucker."

Zhang Qinghuan said the most earthy words in the most affectionate tone, which amused Sun Juan: "Then you are a baby old man." (Note 1)

Then the two of them put their heads against each other, giggling and laughing happily.

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PS, old man, means "father" in the dialect, and parents are "mother old man".

(end of this chapter)