Chapter 963

After the start of the A-League, there will be games every weekend.

Of course, occasionally there are matches on Saturdays and Sundays in a week, and there are situations when there is no match in a week, but these two situations rarely happen.

Ten teams play a double cycle. If they don't abandon the game, one team plays 18 games after a complete schedule.

They're just starting.

When the plane landed in Jiangcheng City, when we got out of the airport and saw the familiar team bus waiting there, everyone found that they were calmer than they thought.

"I thought I was going to cry." Ye Hongying touched her nose and said.

It's not just the driver.

When Chen Yao was the first one to get on the bus, he saw the glutinous rice candy girl and the beard. They were already sitting inside.

His eyes dropped.

"Is it cold over there?" Glutinous rice candy sister asked them.

"Well..." Chen Yao wiped sweat, but nodded, "it's cold over there."

The lowest temperature in a year over there is less than 10 degrees. How can it be cold.

And Jiangcheng, although it has been autumn for a long time, the temperature is still above 35 degrees, it is very hot.

"When we watch the game, we think it must be cold. The water in the auditorium is ice blue. It's freezing to death." Beard laughingly moved Huo Xiaoyi's wheelchair up, helped him up and sat down, and then said, "the mountain is colder than the ground."

"Binghuang..." Ren Beiyou shrunk his shoulders and shrugged.

They didn't feel cold.

All kinds of familiar sounds are constantly ringing in our ears, which makes everyone feel that before the plane arrives in Jiangcheng City, it seems that It's a little cold, isn't it?

Otherwise, why is this warm feeling so comfortable now?

"The away game is the hardest. The team base is ready for supper and warm water," said the glutinous rice candy girl. "Go back and have a rest."

As a team operator instead of investors, she doesn't have to be here at 3 a.m.

When the leader is on the way, he should arrange all the work for his return trip.

However, after losing the game, it was the first time for Shen Zhaolou to come back from an away game. He had no experience at all.

"Well." They leaned against the car and went on sleeping.

……

Chen Yao was awakened by the flickering light.

In the parking lot of the dictatorial team base, only one court light should be on at night, and the light will not be too strong.

When he opened his eyes and looked out of the window, he sat up straight.

His face is a little stiff.

All he saw were people, people all over the place.

In fact, each lamp can contribute as much light as a few fluorescent sticks, but when so many lamps come together, it's like forming a bright river.

"What's the date of today?" Chen Yao turned quietly to Zhang Ning.

"Eh?" Zhang Ning blinked, answered his date, with the present time, specific to seconds.

"We've just come back from the aquamarine, and we've lost the game, haven't we?"

When Zhang Ning heard Chen Yao's question, he hesitated for a moment and then answered him uncertainly, "maybe I lost the game

Ye Hongying chuckled: "team Chen, do you doubt that you have a dream?"

Who is Chen Yao?

He is the most rational person in the team and is hardly disturbed by any emotional factors.

But when he saw the authoritarian team base at 3 a.m. and the fans in the parking lot, they all doubted themselves.

"Get out of the car!" Chen Yao took out a wet towel and rubbed his eyes. He quickly wiped away the shadow of defeat and the tiredness of returning all the way.

Ye Hongying has not finished laughing.

The door slammed open

There were several banners all over the parking lot.

Dictatorship will win!

Dictatorship will win!

Shen Zhaolou immediately clenched his fingers and quickly bit his lips, so as not to make any inappropriate sound.

"Team Chen, the game is very beautiful."

"You've been authoritarian."

"That's right. Even Longyin can make mistakes..."

"It's amazing. It's a pity that I didn't win the game, but I want to win next time

Listening to the authoritarian fans waiting here, Chen Yao said this in a big and small voice. He didn't even have a chance to insert a word, so he had to go all the way.

When they entered the team base, they thought there was still a need for autographs and group photos, but the fans soon left.

Chen Yao didn't know how long they had been waiting here.

Half an hour? An hour?

At three o'clock in the morning, they didn't want to get anything, they just wanted to get them backThen, come on.

"We have no reason not to win the game."

Before going to bed, Chen Yaolin stood in front of the window and saw the parking lot with the lights out of the window. He asked in silence.

……

The next morning's training, no one said anything about the Longyin team.

A-League time is too tight.

If they are still rookies in the League before the first World War, they must be real fighters from the moment when they play the result on the big screen of the sea blue stadium!

There is no time for the A-League to cry and cry.

Unless they want to be like a team that's going to collapse after losing a game

"Next game, Qingchuan Pavilion, home game, against Sansheng team." When they finished their basic training, Zhang Ning took a careful look at them, "the other team, the whole career nine Well, only from the paper, the strength of their selection team is stronger than that of Long Yin

"Go on." Chen Yao didn't lift his head.

"But they have almost no substitutes available. What they can pull up to play is basically all they have, so if we can get one down as we did with Bengle Xiaoxia..."

"Not likely." Huo Xiaoyi shakes his head with a smile and pours a ladle of cold water on Zhang Ning. "The situation of Le Xiaoxia can only be seen in the newcomer Jiuduan, but the Sansheng team is an old strong team in the same period as Shudao and Longyin. Moreover, they have never been replaced."

"Well, I know..." Zhang Ning bowed his head. He also knew that his shortcut was impossible.

If the Sansheng team could be defeated, it would have been defeated. It's not their turn to do it.

A group of them have been floating and sinking in the B-class League for so many years. How can they be defeated by a group of budding children in the dictatorial team?

"Damn it, the bow." Ye Hongying suddenly called out.

"Shock bow?" Zhang Ning's brain can't jump over, "we play Sansheng at home. What's the matter with Jinggong? They're going to make headlines again? " .