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 When the brisk music sounded, cheers rang out in the classroom: "School is over!"
 Some people raised their arms high in their seats and stretched their waists, and some people couldn't wait to grab their schoolbags and rushed to the door of the classroom. Others are still sitting in their seats, writing hard, as if they don't want to end their studies.
 Hu Lai sat in his seat and didn't move.
 On the other hand, Fatty Song next to him had already pulled out his schoolbag and held it in his arms. When he got up, he glanced at Hu Lai next to him strangely, and saw that he was still in a daze.
 His deskmate has been in a daze for the whole self-study class.
 In other words, his deskmate has been out of his mind all day.
 In class, I was called by the teacher to answer questions because my mind was distracted. Of course, I couldn’t answer, so I stood on the edge of the podium under the gaze of the whole class, and became the object of everyone’s jokes again...
 However, Fatty Song found that even if he was called to stand on the edge of the podium, Hu Lai didn't seem to take this punishment to heart at all. He still looked lost and didn't care about other people's mocking eyes.
 So he who had already got up sat down again, and he seemed to be having a fierce struggle in his heart--from the constantly changing expression on his face, it could be seen that this struggle must be very fierce.
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 Hu Lai spent a day observing secretly, and then discovered a fact that he had to admit - that is, this world is probably not the world he is familiar with, or it is a little different from the world he is familiar with... …
 The history is the same, the geography is the same, the politics are the same... everything is the same, except football.
 For example, the head of state of the United Kingdom is still the Queen, and the capital of the United Kingdom is still London, but the rich clubs in London are not called Arsenal or Chelsea anymore, and not just a different name, but everything else is the same. Simple.
 At first, Hu Lai used the things in the football world he was familiar with, but found that he couldn't. It's not as simple as changing the name of Chelsea and Arsenal, but completely different - the history of the club, the strength of the club, the background of the club, the status quo of the club...everything is different.
 The clubs are different, and the players are naturally different.
 That's why Luo Kai and Fatty Song don't know who Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo are, because in this world, Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo really don't exist at all.
 Just like the club, it’s not as simple as changing the name. You can use Messi’s life history and technical characteristics to find it, but you can’t find it at all-there is no one in this world who is the same as the Messi that Hu Lai knows.
 At first, Hu Lai thought that the "Caesar" that Luo Kai and the others were talking about was Cristiano Ronaldo, but after asking someone to inquire about Caesar's situation, Hu Lai found that he was not the "C Ronaldo".
 Caesar has the habit of turning up his collar. This habit is very similar to the former Manchester United legend Eric Cantona that Hu Lai knew, but Caesar did not change his name after Cantona. In addition to this habit of turning up his collar, There is nothing similar between the two.
 So there is no Messi, no Cristiano Ronaldo, no Maradona, no Pele in this world... This makes Hou Lai feel very strange.
 But some aspects make Hu Lai very familiar. For example, the World Cup is still called the World Cup. It is the world's top national team football event. The organization of affairs is still called FIFA, and the English abbreviation is also FIFA; in addition, the strength of Chinese football in this world is still very weak...
 Because of this feeling of familiarity and strangeness, Hu Lai always felt very torn, feeling unreal, wondering if he was dreaming and still awake,
 During this period, he secretly pinched himself several times, ranging from mild to severe. But no matter how painful it was, he didn't wake up from the pain. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was actually lying on the bed, with a layer of cold sweat on his back...
 Then he fell into another kind of confusion—did he cross over by himself, or did those clubs and players cross over?
 If it's the latter, can those players accept it? Not all crazy?
 If it is the former, are you crazy or not?
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 After a long and fierce struggle, Fatty Song seemed to have finally made up his mind. He took out ten yuan from his school uniform pocket, and slapped it on the desk in front of Hu Lai.
 Hu Lai looked down at the ten yuan and said nothing. He still hadn't turned his head around and didn't understand what happened.
 "Isn't it only fifty yuan? As for it? You have lost your soul all day... Take it, and I will count it as my brother's sponsorship!"
 Hu Lai turned to look at Fatty Song: "Really?"
 "You think I'm you, and the red envelopes are only one dollar..."
 Fatty Song didn't finish his sentence when he saw Hu Lai holding ten yuan in his hand and stuffing it into his pocket.
 Then he reached out and patted Fatty Song on the shoulder, and said with a serious expression: "Student Song Jiajia, I knew you were my true friend. Although you betrayed me this morning, I have already forgiven you!"
 Fatty Song, Hu Lai's tablemate who only had a name until now, froze for a moment, and then said angrily, "What? You still remember what happened in the morning? Why are you so narrow-minded! Give me back the money, I'm blind I pity you!"
 He reached out to grab Hu Lai, but before he caught himself, Hu Lai jumped up from his seat with his schoolbag in his hand, and rushed towards the door of the classroom.
 How could the fat Song Jiajia catch up with Hu Lai who was as thin as a monkey?
 He lay on the table with his hands on his head and wailed: "My pocket money! You bastard Holly! No matter how fucking pitiful I am, I'm just a dog!"
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 Hu Lai was struggling to pedal his bicycle, which was so broken that no one had stolen it, and weaved through the traffic.
 The wind was blowing head-on, pouring in through his open school uniform, which bulged backward like a sail full of wind.
 His schoolbag was placed in the basket on the front of the car, and the schoolbag strap dangled from the basket, and when touched by the wheels, it fluttered backwards. It was really worrying that the strap would be caught in the wheels.
 But Hu Lai didn't care at all. He slammed on the brakes at a hidden intersection ahead, almost threw himself out, and then turned into the alley on the right.
 This is an alley with high walls on both sides. It is very narrow and can only pass people, not traffic. After riding along this alley for more than ten meters, Hu Lai's eyes suddenly brightened.
 A large square appeared in front of him.
 It is said to be a square, but it is actually a wasteland. A corner of the wasteland is filled with a lot of discarded fitness equipment—the kind of free construction equipment in the community fitness square. Now they are all stacked together in a mess, covered with rust.
 Weeds are scrambling to grow from every crevice, almost drowning these broken copper and iron.
 On the edge of the open space, a circle of dense weeds is also covered, and only the middle circle can see the earthy ground.
 Except for the entrance, the open space is surrounded by high platforms made of blue stones on three sides. There are several old-style brick houses on the high platforms. Red adobes have been exposed in some places on the blue-gray brick walls, and the tiled eaves are not neat. It turns out that these houses are quite old.
 Hu Lai knew that these houses were unoccupied, because he had played football here for a month. The football hit those walls and made a bang bang bang, but no one poked their heads out of the closed windows. Come and scold him for disturbing them.
 Hu Lai accidentally discovered this place a month ago. When he found it, the entire open space was almost covered with weeds, and there was no place to stay.
 It took him half an hour after school twice to pull out some of the weeds in the open space and clear out a field for him to play football.
 This became the place where he conducted secret special training.
 There are three days a week, when his father works night shift. He goes to work very early in the afternoon and doesn’t come home until late at night. Even if he comes home half an hour late, he won’t worry about being caught by his father to play football up. And although his mother knew what he was doing, she didn't care about him.
 So he came here for special training, and then imagined that one day he could change his classmates' old impression of him and surprise them all on the football field.
 When that day really comes, he will proudly accept the admiring eyes of his classmates, shocking people like Li Zhiqun to the point of being speechless, and making Luo Kai bow down to him, he feels so happy.
 When the time comes, he will lightly say the classic line to them: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!"
 Hu Lai threw his bicycle in the weeds next to him and ran to his destination—because his father did not allow anything related to football to appear at home, so he couldn’t take the football he bought secretly with pocket money , can only hide the football in the grass after each special training.
 For fear of being stolen, Hu Lai hides footballs in different places every time.
 Now he heads straight for where he hid the football last time.
 He wanted to confirm one thing—whether this world was unfamiliar or familiar to him.
 Just like the top in the movie "Inception" will keep spinning, or will it spin and stop, will the football he hid last time appear in the original place?
 Hu Lai ran to a dense weed on the right side of the clearing.
 From the outside, there is no difference from the surrounding grass.
 He ran up and scraped the grass to both sides, as if he had found a hidden bird's nest in the grass, a round thing lay quietly in the grass.
 It was the football he had hidden after the last special training session.
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 “Mr. Hu Lai, today’s football forwards like you who can only score goals are getting narrower and narrower … But nevertheless, you have achieved dazzling achievements. What is your secret to success?” 
 On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai showed reporters from all over the world the honor he had just received, and some reporters asked him such questions. 
 Facing the eyes cast by the reporters, Hu Lai’s thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was in high school. He stood alone beside the stadium to watch other students play games. They did not let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble. 
 He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: “Hu Lai, if you can’t pay ten times the effort of others, your talent is just worthless stones.” And a disdainful voice: “Modern football The demands on the center are getting higher and more comprehensive. What’s the use of shooting only? ” 
 In the end, his thoughts were frozen at that time, and the night was already looming in the eastern sky. In the middle of the abandoned vacant land covered with grass, a girl said to him very seriously: “Hu Lai, you are actually gifted. , And a great talent! Because you know where the goal is! ” 
 Hu Lai stared at the girl’s eyes, and saw the sunset behind him from those eyes. 
 The sunlight is reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt yourself in this light. 
 Hu Lai, who withdrew his thoughts, returned to this warm winter afternoon, facing the excited reporters, he smiled slightly: “Because I know, the goal is there.”
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 On May 19, 2013, in the final round of the Premier League, Manchester United tied West Brom 5:5
 The 2012-13 Premier League Championship trophy returned to Old Trafford after a year of sidelines.
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 First, Sir Alex Ferguson today completed his 1500th game coaching at Manchester United and officially announced his retirement.
 Second, Sir Alex Ferguson strongly recommended Tiger King to Manchester United as his successor.
 On this day, the entire football scene was a sensation.
 There is only one question in everyone’s mind: Who is Tiger King?
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 Sun Wu: “Fake fall? Performance? Art? These tags are secondary. I just pursue honor and like victory.”
 Friendly reminder: This book does not involve the national team.
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 Vardy: Can I scold others? 
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 Vardy: %￥#@#￥%@ 
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 “Generating template…”
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 Let us return to the magnificent 1995 together.
 This is the best era.
 The blood drops on the horns have not dried up, and Jordan is ready to open up the second dynasty of the bull with a heart of revenge;
 The four centers are standing on top of each other;
 Weber, Garnett, Duncan, Nowitzki are ready for the upcoming power forward’s heyday;
 96 The golden generation debuts, their future is theirs, the sky is not the limit;
 The successors of Jordan are full of enthusiasm, ready to usurp power to seize the position;
 This is the worst era.
 To stand at the apex of the world, he needs to step on his feet one by one with these great legends.
 so what? Fate for Zhicun!
 We can surpass our predecessors and touch eternity!
 This will be a road of conquest that is too far away to see the edge. You will meet the most magnificent scenery in the world, surrounded by greatness and glory, it will make you drift away.
 But, no matter where you go, don’t forget:
 “You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen.”
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 In the spring of 2006, Stanford’s backup guard Li Zhen, who was about to be laid off, woke up in thunder. 
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 “Every action done to hurt you will be punished, and you will get the talent of the perpetrator.” 
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 “You are the real natural choice.” 
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