Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Airport security personnel were startled and had to temporarily set up more security lines.

The players were still fatigued from their journey.

This scene can be seen.

Everyone was stunned.

This is not the cheering that takes place on match day.

This is the hug the city gave them after they returned from an away game with a victory.

Sarah whispered:

"This feels... really good."

Skriniar looked at the fans, his eyes shining slightly.

Torreira did not speak.

I just subconsciously tightened my grip on the backpack straps.

He suddenly felt that every tackle, every run, and every confrontation in yesterday's game seemed to have a more concrete meaning.

It's not just about the prize money.

It's not just about the points.

It's not just for myself.

And these people too.

These are the fans who are willing to wait for them to return at the airport.

Viviano, as captain, walked in front.

When he saw someone call his name, he raised his hand and waved.

The fans immediately erupted in even louder cheers.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like my shutout bonus wasn't for nothing."

B was also stopped by someone.

Several people who looked like Portuguese fans held up his posters and kept calling his name in Portuguese.

B. Fee went over and signed a few names.

Right after he finished signing, a child shouted at him:

"Pass the ball to Lin!"

B was both amused and exasperated.

"understood."

"I do this every day."

Lin Qiyi appeared.

The crowd's voices rose even higher.

"Mr. Hat Trick!"

"The Conqueror of San Siro!"

"Lin! Keep scoring!"

"Lead us to the championship!"

Some people even held up a piece of cardboard that had just been made.

It says:

LIN IS OUR KING!

Lin Qi paused for a moment after seeing this.

Then he smiled and waved in that direction.

The crowd erupted instantly.

This moment.

He couldn't quite explain how he felt.

It turns out that the relationship between a team and a city is not just about contracts, salaries, and matchday revenue.

There is also this kind of clumsy, direct, and passionate love.

For these people.

We must continue to win.

Just then.

My phone vibrated slightly in my pocket.

Lin Qi took it out and glanced at it.

It was a message from Ouyang Nana.

"I heard the AKB48 girls asked you for a jersey? Can I get one too?"

It was followed by several cute emojis.

Lin Qi stared at the screen for two seconds.

His expression remained unchanged.

then.

He put his phone back in his pocket.

I casually set this chat to not send message notifications.

It's not that he's heartless.

But he is now all too clear about one thing.

What professional athletes fear most is not the lack of external temptations.

Instead, they thought they could indulge in temptations while maintaining their peak performance.

Those are all illusions.

If he remembered correctly, before he traveled through time, there seemed to be a Swedish player who broke up with his girlfriend in Portugal in order to go from Portugal to play for a top English club.

Let's set aside the question of whether the feelings were right or wrong.

But at least from a professional perspective.

That kind of focused spirit is indeed worth learning.

Players.

Especially young players.

The most important thing is to focus.

woman.

Fame.

money.

GG.

applause.

All these things will come.

But what if you don't play well?

They can also walk very fast.

Lin Qigang put the phone back.

Then it jolted again.

He frowned slightly.

I took it out and looked at it.

This time it's Lin Yun.

The message included a photo.

In the photo, she is wearing a Sampdoria jersey that she seems to have bought from somewhere.

The blue and white jersey is a bit loose.

Long hair draped over her shoulders.

Her smile is innocent and pure.

She does indeed look quite like a teenage fan.

The following sentence was also added:

"Does this make me your fan?"

Lin Qi looked at the photo.

There was a brief silence.

have to say.

Well shot.

Light.

angle.

expression.

They are all very good at it.

But he soon noticed a problem.

The details of the team crest on that jersey seem a bit off.

The number printing is also strange.

It looks very similar to products from some wholesale markets.

Lin Qi thought for a moment.

Then he replied with:

"If you want the official version, please purchase it from the official Genoa Sampdoria fan store in Italy."

"Rejecting piracy is everyone's responsibility."

send.

He had just put his phone away.

B-Fee, who was standing next to them, happened to be looking over.

"Who?"

Lin Qi said calmly:

"A potential customer who supports genuine products."

B Fee: "?"

Not far away.

The fans are still chanting his name.

Lin Qi stopped looking at his phone.

Instead, they walked towards the guardrail.

I signed autographs for a few young fans.

A little boy wearing a Sampdoria jersey handed me the notebook.

Their eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Lin, will you keep scoring?"

Lin Qi took the pen.

Sign your name in the notebook.

Then I looked up at him.

"meeting."

The little boy immediately smiled.

Lin Qi returned the notebook to him.

He added another sentence:

"But you have to support the official jerseys."

The little boy nodded, looking bewildered.

The father next to him burst out laughing.

In the arrival hall.

The cheers from the blue and white crowd continued.

Amidst the cheers, Sampdoria's players slowly made their way out.

……

Suburbs of Rome.

Trigoria.

Bernardini Sports Centre.

The shadows of the trees outside the training field swayed gently in the wind.

The sunlight wasn't glaring.

But there was a tension in the air, like the tension before a major battle.

The Roma team did not start with intensive training today.

Instead, they were first called into the multimedia hall.

on the big screen.

The previous round of Serie A key match is currently playing.

AC Milan 0-3 Sampdoria.

To be precise.

It was repeatedly playing several key scenes of Lin Qi.

Header.

Breakthrough at the bull's tail.

Create a penalty kick.

Flanking maneuver from behind.

The atmosphere in the lobby was initially quite relaxed.

But as I watched...

Many people's expressions changed.

Especially when Lin Qigang crossed the midfield and used his "bull tail" technique to get past Milan's midfielders and defenders.

Many players instinctively sat up straight.

Salah leaned back in his chair.

He had his legs crossed at first.

Seeing this, I slowly lowered my legs.

He stared at the screen for a while.

Suddenly he spoke:

"Looks like this won't be easy."

Several teammates looked at him.

Salah stroked his chin.

His tone was very serious.

"Lin Qi's talent..."

"You're almost catching up with me."

"They're about the same level as me."

The hall was silent for a second.

Then, as if they hadn't heard anything at all, they silently turned back to continue looking at the screen.

It's not that they don't want to complain.

I've gotten used to it.

Salah is a guy who talks a bit arrogantly.

They've had an explosive start to the season, in particular.

They scored five goals in the first three rounds.

His confidence was clearly soaring.

The problem is that he wasn't playing consistently in the first few years.

Sometimes it really is fast.

Sometimes, being rough really means being rough.

The choice of which shot to take often raises one's blood pressure.

That is, the start of this season.

It's like my brain has suddenly been enlightened.

Attacks, finishes, positioning—everything went smoothly.

So now when he says, "Lin Qi's talent is almost catching up with mine," his teammates don't bother to refute him.

Anyway, the more this guy argues, the more excited he gets.

Rüdiger, sitting in the back row, couldn't manage a smile at all.

The expression on Roma's key central defender's face grew increasingly grim.

……