Author: Fan Yitong

Jin Shang and Sun Daqi, who were chatting and laughing, passed through the arch of the stadium and went up the stairs to the stands. It took them a few minutes to find their seats, and Sun Daqi looked at the surrounding furnishings.

"Xiao Jin, I always feel that this place is different from the football stadium in my memory."

"How to say?"

"The murderous atmosphere is too strong."

Jin Shang laughed after hearing this:

"Because this stadium was originally built according to the standards of a fortress. A hundred years ago, high-explosive heavy artillery was mounted on the outer wall. In the past, many noble people came here to watch football games, and they also received many foreign guests. It would not be better to build it stronger.

, it will be troublesome if criminals hurt international friends."

"That's it. No wonder it's different from the stadiums I've seen before."

"Football diplomacy. In those days, it was not easy to find consensus with international friends. Those envoys and military attaches had nothing to do, so they just loved playing football. An old editor of the Hanlin Academy compiled historical materials and said, 'Hey, our ancestors did this hundreds of years ago.

There you have it,' and together, modern football was born."

Historical development has its own rules. At first, football rules were very different from today's. Later, they gradually became similar to the football in Jin Shang's memory. For example, in order to encourage offense, the two points for a victory were changed to three points.

It was only implemented six years ago.

"In that case, the feud between Beijing Northern United Football Club and the powerful Koshien team is also true, isn't it?"

"Of course, there is no smoke without fire."

The Beijing Northern United football team, which was the first to compete here with countless opponents, changed its name for some reasons more than thirty years ago and moved away from this old stadium that has witnessed the vicissitudes of history.

In anger, Jin Shang's grandfather gathered some old people who were dissatisfied with the team's abandonment of tradition and formed the current Beijing North United Football Team. They started from the bottom of the league and started over in this stadium.

A generation has passed, and few people mention the turmoil of that year.

Part of the so-called mortal enemies in the football circle come from this. Because the new Beijing Northern United Football Team has been hanging out in the lower leagues, even talking about the past grievances will only make people laugh. They are not even qualified to compete.

What about mortal enemies?

"No wonder the fans here have a different spirit."

Sun Daqi sincerely lamented that he used to be busy with his career and didn't care much about the football league, but now he feels a little fun.

While the two were chatting, a figure appeared at the corner and walked over.

"This way, this way."

Li Xuan, who was wearing regular clothes and with a smile on her face, came to sit next to Jin Shang.

"There are too many people at the door, and queuing up wastes some time. As a small boss, can't you go to the VIP box to watch the game, but you have to squeeze in here?"

"The atmosphere is different. I rarely come to watch football here. I have been to the box a few times, but I feel uncomfortable. I still like the feeling of sweating profusely in the stands and shouting at the top of my lungs."

After introducing Li Xuan and Sun Daqi to each other, and just as they were about to say something witty, they saw a large number of fans wearing red and yellow visiting team jerseys in the away stands opposite, moving several big drums into the stands.

The total number of people was less than 2,000, and the cheers and cheers along with the drum beats made people’s eardrums hurt.

"My folks from northern Hubei are so passionate."

Li Xuan, whose eyes were bent into a line when she smiled, tugged on the sleeve of Jin Shang's jersey.

"How do Beijing fans respond?"

"You'll find out later."

Opposite the Hubei Lvlian Football Team, playing away games, more than 2,000 loyal fans came to support them, which is enough to prove the reputation of this team in the local area.

This is the third level of the Jiayin Group, not Jiaziyuan. The home stadiums of some small local teams cannot attract 3,000 people to watch the game.

A white cloud floated in the sky, blocking the hot sunshine and bringing a little breeze, bringing some coolness to the passionate stadium.

Fans entered the stadium one after another and took their seats. After nearly ten minutes, the referee blew the whistle to start the game.

The first half of the game was uneventful. The home team relied on its steady performance to firmly occupy the initiative and scored a goal after creating many dangers. In the second half, the visiting team directly changed three players, and their play style suddenly changed.

"Punch" beat the home team to a pulp, and the visiting fans became more and more courageous as they shouted "get off the crotch". The home team, which could not cope with it, was scored three goals in a row in just ten minutes. The home team fans and fans who thought that this game was a sure win

The players were stunned.

After the head coach replaced two players in a row and strengthened the defense, the position was barely stabilized.

"What the hell...what the hell."

The aggrieved Jin Shang vomited and complained cursingly,

"It's an old problem. It's more than brave, but it's not dexterous. It's less able to deal with sudden changes. In the final analysis, it's still a lack of experience."

The home team's strict discipline, tough style, and never-give-up spirit are indeed remarkable. However, like an old and worn-out chariot, they feel a bit unable to keep up with the ever-changing football styles of the new era.

Of course, it was much better than the group of rough guys covered in sweat and smelly wrestling in the mud that Jin Shang saw a few years ago. At least it seemed like they were playing football instead of fighting in the name of playing football.

"If Zhang Datou can lead the team to promotion, keep him for another year and try to avoid relegation; if he fails, fire him and hire a better young coach. At this level, investing money feels like wasted money."

Li Xuan suppressed her laughter and pretended to pat Jin Shang on the back.

"Calm down your anger, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists."

The depressed Jin Shang was about to curse a few more words when he heard the curious Sun Daqi pointing to the opposite side and asking:

"What do they mean when they shout 'crotch down'? Is it a death threat? Why is no one paying attention..."

"You misunderstood. That's a local slang. When fans shout 'crotch down', they are complaining that their players are too elegant to play football and are reluctant to fight hard. This means urging them to fall to the ground and tackle fiercely."

"Lowering the crotch" is similar to "lowering the hand", the "crotch" refers to the thigh, and the kicking method with the thighs on the ground must be extremely vicious.

In a football match, strength is fundamental, but the performance of the fans is also very important. It was the vulgar way of cheering from the opposing fans that boosted the morale of the away team, which allowed them to win three consecutive games in a short period of time and make a complete comeback.

Li Xuan's explanation made Sun Daqi suddenly realize.

Seeing the passage of time, the opponent retreated to defend in an attempt to preserve the victory. The home team was about to lose. Jin Shang turned to look at the noisy square of home team fans behind them.

"Hey, is He Laoxi here? If he's not dead yet, please come forward quickly."

When the nearby fans heard this, they immediately started shouting loudly, calling for He Laoxi one after another.

Half a minute later, a little old man with a thin body but a strong spirit stood up.

"Xiao Jin is finally willing to watch football again? Go back and ask your father, Lao Jin, to spend money. I, He Laoxi, have been watching football for thirty years. Your grandfather said that he would go back to Jiaziyuan for revenge. It has been thirty years, and now

My grandson is already in high school. If I don’t hurry up, I won’t be able to wait for that day.”

"Stop talking nonsense, what's the situation now? Hurry up, "General's Order", are you okay?"

"Who do you think you are talking to? I was the chief bugler back then, and thousands of troops were under my command..."

"Niubi, stop it now and let's get started."

As he spoke, Jin Shang took off the suona from his waist, and the old man named He Laoxi and a large number of nearby fans automatically gathered together.

In the tradition of the alliance in the north of the capital, there are young soldiers who charge into battle, and naturally there must be generals who command with determination and trumpets to boost morale.

How can we be invincible and invincible?

The "General's Order" that has been sung for thousands of years is all in it.

Seeing Jin Shang sitting upright and the atmosphere around him very solemn, Sun Daqi was curious and did not disturb him. Li Xuan whispered in a low voice:

"It turns out you are really good at it. I thought it was just a show."

"You don't know much. With the talented Mr. Jin as your boyfriend, the rest of your life will not be boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of slow and heavy drums sounded, like a majestic and solemn general raising his tent, and the tiger went out to fight, with a vigorous posture and brisk steps, from slow to fast, exaggerating the tense atmosphere of the battle about to begin.

After the shocking prelude, Li Xuan, who was looking forward to it, was deeply shocked by the suona sound coming from close range.

Not only Jin Shang, but also He Laoxi and a group of fans who were well prepared, raised their suonas or brass horns, puffed up their cheeks, and played the shocking "General's Order" with the matching drums.

Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king of hundreds, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall!

However, everyone here today knows that suona can also make people excited. Not every home game at the Football Park Stadium has a "General's Order" to cheer for the players off the field.

To be blunt, only in very important games and when He Laoxi is in good spirits can he be treated like this.

That old man has been sitting in the stands of the home team fans for decades. As long as he is a senior fan, no one does not know him. The drum and cheering group formed around him is famous not only among the fans in the west of Beijing, but also in the entire capital.

Lao Xi is also a well-known folk artist.

However, people will grow old one day, and gradually, He Laoxi can no longer blow.

The tone and intensity are rich in layers, sometimes starting slowly, sometimes getting faster, and the tunes are changeable. The sound waves come and go in a cycle, mixed with the cheers and cheers of the home team fans, completely overwhelming the opposite drum and "lower crotch" music.

Threatening tone.

The home team's fans, which were almost ten times as numerous as the visiting team's fans, completely had the upper hand.

Off the field, the defensive team of Northern Hubei seemed to have "enjoyed" such treatment for the first time. They were frightened for a moment. The home team, which saw the loophole, took advantage of the situation and attacked, forcing the visiting team to foul in the penalty area and not only gave away a penalty kick.

, and one person was sent off.

After successfully regaining a goal, the players' spirits were lifted and the fans became more and more active.

After playing "General's Order" twice, the elderly He Laoxi finally couldn't hold on any longer. He sat down with sweat on his face, rubbed his cheeks and panted.

"I'm old and exhausted. I don't know if anyone will take over my position as chief bugler in the future."
To be continued...