ALL NOVEL This teenager is a bit aggressive
Chapter 74
Chapter 74
The time for the game was getting closer and closer, and Park Yisheng followed the main team of Arsenal's starting players to the player entrance channel.
There are still a few minutes before playing. In the player tunnel, the players of the home and away teams shook hands and greeted each other, and chatted a few words from time to time.
No one noticed Pu Yisheng who was at the back of the line, he was like a student who just arrived in a new class, standing silently at the back of the line, no one would pay attention to him.
The entrance song of the FIFA game sounded, and the players began to enter the stadium. Park Yisheng followed at the end and stepped into the Stamford Bridge Stadium.
When I first entered Chelsea's home court, I was greeted by a sea of blue. The fans wore all blue shirts, and the Chelsea team logo was painted on their faces.
The whole stadium was buzzing. I don't know what made the sound. Pu Yisheng wanted to plug his ears. The devil is at home. Could it be the devil screaming again?
Park Yisheng felt the atmosphere of Chelsea's home court while walking. Before his rebirth, his deepest memory of Stamford Bridge came from the Stamford Bridge tragedy in the 08-09 season.
In the second leg of the UEFA Champions League semi-final, Chelsea played against Barcelona at home. It was a referee-led game comparable to the 02 World Cup in Korea and Japan. The Blues stopped in the semi-final that year.
At the beginning of the game, the referee's penalty scale can be said to be completely biased towards Barcelona's side. It should have been a penalty kick, but the offensive player was punished for diving.
The final game ended in a 1:1 draw, and Barcelona entered the Champions League final with the advantage of away goals.
In this game, people can't forget Ballack who roared while running, Drogba who glared at the referee, and the innocent tears of the little Blues fans under the camera.
Perhaps, when Drogba recalled that game again, it was just a small episode in his career, but when he looked back, he found that he was no longer that boy.
When all the things that are hard to let go are let go, we are really old.
Park Yisheng sat on the bench and thought of Jessica again. He finally understood why Jessica chose to be a referee when she could play football for a living.
Perhaps, she didn't want anything like the 02 World Cup or the Stamford Bridge tragedy to happen again in football.
However, can all this be changed by her own strength?
Park Yi lived in his own world and seemed to have forgotten everything that happened around him. When he recovered, he found that he was sitting on the bench, and a group of people in blue jerseys were watching him.
I rely on!
Things are not good, how did he end up on the bench of the blue team Chelsea, this time it is embarrassing.
At this time, a man wearing a suit, tie, short hair, combed into a three-quarter-length hairstyle, and arrogant eyes stood in front of Pu Yisheng.
"Are you a little Blues fan? Or you went to the wrong set!"
The Chelsea players on the bench couldn't help laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh presumptuously. They could only cover their mouths in a polite manner, and laughed so hard that they couldn't lift their heads.
Park has known this person throughout his life, the madman Mourinho, at first glance, he is the kind of very strict coach, and there will never be a smile on his face, as if someone owes him money.
At this time, Park has been so embarrassed all his life, and if he said something, he would be laughed out of his teeth, so he could only choose to shut up.
At this time, Mourinho gave Park Yisheng a sign to come over.
"Come, come, you're lost, right? I'll take you home."
The Chelsea players on the bench laughed again. Mourinho's words really seemed to be making fun of Park's life, but it was a good step.
Park Yisheng stood up quickly, and Mourinho stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulders, leading Park Yisheng to the bench on the right side of the court.
At this time, Wenger was standing on the edge of the field in the midfield, and Mourinho brought Park Yisheng to Wenger.
"I said, Professor Wen, how do you teach students who don't know if they go to the wrong set."
Just as Wenger was about to speak, Mourinho got ahead of him.
"Oh! I see. Is this Professor Wen implying that the Arsenal team will be beaten to nowhere?"
Wenger's lungs almost exploded when Mourinho buried him, and he pulled Park Yisheng over.
"It's funny, but you misunderstood me. I want to tell you that if you have one more person, you can't beat Arsenal."
Pu Yiyi didn't expect that before the game even started, the two hotheaded coaches would start spamming each other with trash talk.
After the confrontation between Wenger and Mourinho ended, Park Yisheng hurriedly apologized to Wenger.
"Sorry, coach, it's all my fault..."
Wenger stopped Park Yisheng before he could finish speaking.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. I have long disliked him. He even calls himself a madman Mourinho, but he is pretending to be deep."
When he said this, Wenger suddenly realized, does he need to explain to Park Yisheng?
"Get lost, don't you think it's shameful? Go back to your bench."
Pu Yisheng had no choice but to return to the bench in despair. He just sat down on his buttocks when he heard:
"Beep!"
The referee blew the whistle for the game. This is a game related to the Premier League standings. Whoever wins will have the upper hand.
Reyes sat next to Park Yisheng, who had always been taciturn on the bench, couldn't help laughing, and then, Hleb, Lauren, and Adebayor laughed one after another.
After the opponent laughs, everyone laughs, and even Pu Yisheng wants to laugh at himself. I really didn't expect that he could do such a mindless thing in this life.
Reyes smiled at Park Yisheng and said:
"Do you know, your brash operation not only lost your face at Stamford Bridge, you also lost Wenger's face at Stamford Bridge."
"You are a talent!"
Reyes gave a thumbs up.
There was another burst of laughter from the bench.
However, the laughter was instantly drowned out by the boiling sound of the fans at Stamford Bridge.
Everyone on the bench poked their heads to observe the sudden situation.
Chelsea scored and Drogba was celebrating.
Scored a goal?
so fast?Before Reyes even finished a joke, Chelsea scored a goal!
Mourinho jumped up excitedly, clenched his right hand, put it on his chest, and gave Wenger who was standing on the sidelines a provocative look.
Wenger was about to have a heart attack, and turned back to his seat.Wenger hadn't recovered from Park Yisheng's mistake on the bench, and Arsenal's gate fell, and Wenger couldn't digest so much for a while.
Ask for a recommendation ticket for a new book!
(End of this chapter)
The time for the game was getting closer and closer, and Park Yisheng followed the main team of Arsenal's starting players to the player entrance channel.
There are still a few minutes before playing. In the player tunnel, the players of the home and away teams shook hands and greeted each other, and chatted a few words from time to time.
No one noticed Pu Yisheng who was at the back of the line, he was like a student who just arrived in a new class, standing silently at the back of the line, no one would pay attention to him.
The entrance song of the FIFA game sounded, and the players began to enter the stadium. Park Yisheng followed at the end and stepped into the Stamford Bridge Stadium.
When I first entered Chelsea's home court, I was greeted by a sea of blue. The fans wore all blue shirts, and the Chelsea team logo was painted on their faces.
The whole stadium was buzzing. I don't know what made the sound. Pu Yisheng wanted to plug his ears. The devil is at home. Could it be the devil screaming again?
Park Yisheng felt the atmosphere of Chelsea's home court while walking. Before his rebirth, his deepest memory of Stamford Bridge came from the Stamford Bridge tragedy in the 08-09 season.
In the second leg of the UEFA Champions League semi-final, Chelsea played against Barcelona at home. It was a referee-led game comparable to the 02 World Cup in Korea and Japan. The Blues stopped in the semi-final that year.
At the beginning of the game, the referee's penalty scale can be said to be completely biased towards Barcelona's side. It should have been a penalty kick, but the offensive player was punished for diving.
The final game ended in a 1:1 draw, and Barcelona entered the Champions League final with the advantage of away goals.
In this game, people can't forget Ballack who roared while running, Drogba who glared at the referee, and the innocent tears of the little Blues fans under the camera.
Perhaps, when Drogba recalled that game again, it was just a small episode in his career, but when he looked back, he found that he was no longer that boy.
When all the things that are hard to let go are let go, we are really old.
Park Yisheng sat on the bench and thought of Jessica again. He finally understood why Jessica chose to be a referee when she could play football for a living.
Perhaps, she didn't want anything like the 02 World Cup or the Stamford Bridge tragedy to happen again in football.
However, can all this be changed by her own strength?
Park Yi lived in his own world and seemed to have forgotten everything that happened around him. When he recovered, he found that he was sitting on the bench, and a group of people in blue jerseys were watching him.
I rely on!
Things are not good, how did he end up on the bench of the blue team Chelsea, this time it is embarrassing.
At this time, a man wearing a suit, tie, short hair, combed into a three-quarter-length hairstyle, and arrogant eyes stood in front of Pu Yisheng.
"Are you a little Blues fan? Or you went to the wrong set!"
The Chelsea players on the bench couldn't help laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh presumptuously. They could only cover their mouths in a polite manner, and laughed so hard that they couldn't lift their heads.
Park has known this person throughout his life, the madman Mourinho, at first glance, he is the kind of very strict coach, and there will never be a smile on his face, as if someone owes him money.
At this time, Park has been so embarrassed all his life, and if he said something, he would be laughed out of his teeth, so he could only choose to shut up.
At this time, Mourinho gave Park Yisheng a sign to come over.
"Come, come, you're lost, right? I'll take you home."
The Chelsea players on the bench laughed again. Mourinho's words really seemed to be making fun of Park's life, but it was a good step.
Park Yisheng stood up quickly, and Mourinho stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulders, leading Park Yisheng to the bench on the right side of the court.
At this time, Wenger was standing on the edge of the field in the midfield, and Mourinho brought Park Yisheng to Wenger.
"I said, Professor Wen, how do you teach students who don't know if they go to the wrong set."
Just as Wenger was about to speak, Mourinho got ahead of him.
"Oh! I see. Is this Professor Wen implying that the Arsenal team will be beaten to nowhere?"
Wenger's lungs almost exploded when Mourinho buried him, and he pulled Park Yisheng over.
"It's funny, but you misunderstood me. I want to tell you that if you have one more person, you can't beat Arsenal."
Pu Yiyi didn't expect that before the game even started, the two hotheaded coaches would start spamming each other with trash talk.
After the confrontation between Wenger and Mourinho ended, Park Yisheng hurriedly apologized to Wenger.
"Sorry, coach, it's all my fault..."
Wenger stopped Park Yisheng before he could finish speaking.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. I have long disliked him. He even calls himself a madman Mourinho, but he is pretending to be deep."
When he said this, Wenger suddenly realized, does he need to explain to Park Yisheng?
"Get lost, don't you think it's shameful? Go back to your bench."
Pu Yisheng had no choice but to return to the bench in despair. He just sat down on his buttocks when he heard:
"Beep!"
The referee blew the whistle for the game. This is a game related to the Premier League standings. Whoever wins will have the upper hand.
Reyes sat next to Park Yisheng, who had always been taciturn on the bench, couldn't help laughing, and then, Hleb, Lauren, and Adebayor laughed one after another.
After the opponent laughs, everyone laughs, and even Pu Yisheng wants to laugh at himself. I really didn't expect that he could do such a mindless thing in this life.
Reyes smiled at Park Yisheng and said:
"Do you know, your brash operation not only lost your face at Stamford Bridge, you also lost Wenger's face at Stamford Bridge."
"You are a talent!"
Reyes gave a thumbs up.
There was another burst of laughter from the bench.
However, the laughter was instantly drowned out by the boiling sound of the fans at Stamford Bridge.
Everyone on the bench poked their heads to observe the sudden situation.
Chelsea scored and Drogba was celebrating.
Scored a goal?
so fast?Before Reyes even finished a joke, Chelsea scored a goal!
Mourinho jumped up excitedly, clenched his right hand, put it on his chest, and gave Wenger who was standing on the sidelines a provocative look.
Wenger was about to have a heart attack, and turned back to his seat.Wenger hadn't recovered from Park Yisheng's mistake on the bench, and Arsenal's gate fell, and Wenger couldn't digest so much for a while.
Ask for a recommendation ticket for a new book!
(End of this chapter)
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