It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 131 Chapter 129 Respected Golden Tapir Award Winner
Time passed quickly like running water. When the referee blew the final whistle, all the players on the French team rushed onto the field cheering.

In the World Cup qualifiers, Serbia has been eliminated, and the Gallic rooster will be next!

After Benzema picked up Charles from the mixed interview area by pinching his watch, the group returned to the hotel to rest.

There were two buses this time. Domenegue was very considerate and got on the second bus with the assistant coach and others, leaving all the space for the players.

Although everyone was very tired after playing football, the excitement of winning and the hope of qualifying for the World Cup qualifiers still strongly stimulated everyone, and everyone was full of energy and wanted to do something.

"How about we go play tennis later?"

Lori suggested excitedly, "I remember there seemed to be a tennis court near the hotel."

Gourcuff, who loves playing tennis, suddenly lit up his eyes. He also had a great talent for tennis. When he was 12 years old, he had won a place in the European Youth Tennis Championship. But he looked at Henry and still said nothing.

"Then Gourcuff must be in the same team with me, that's fair," Anelka said with a smile.

"That's not fair," Lori protested. "Everyone knows Gourcuff is a great tennis player."

Anelka argued, trying to get away with it, "I can't play tennis. He and I are on the same team. If we just average the two of us, it'll be about the same. Charles, what do you think?"

Ciel shook his head. "I've already made an appointment to play golf tonight."

"Have you ever tried tennis before?" Gignac asked curiously.

"No, because if you hit a tennis ball into the sea, it's hard to find it. Of course, if you hit it into the woods, it's even harder to find it. It's nothing like Joann."

Seeing that Gourcuff was sitting quietly in his seat, Charles wanted to pull him into the conversation.

Gourcuff is a very good player, but he is too introverted.

"Then let's go play tennis later, Charles?" Henry asked.

"In order to prevent John and I from joining forces to beat you, Benzema and I are going to play golf first." Charles said jokingly in the car.

Suddenly, the carriage was filled with fighting noises. “Let’s see who will beat whom to the ground—”

"Hahaha!"

The bus drove steadily, and as the players chatted and sang, the bus quickly arrived at the hotel.

As soon as Charles got out of the car with his things, he saw reporters waiting at the entrance of the hotel.

"Haven't these reporters already interviewed in the mixed zone? Why are they still here?"

Benzema couldn't help but complain.

"Who knew...Merde is a reporter for the Satire News!"

Charles thought it was normal at first, but when he saw a golden object in the reporter's hand, his face turned green.

Although it was night and the lighting was not very good, Charles could guarantee that this was not the Golden Globe Award, but the Golden Tapir Award.

Benzema suppressed his smile and looked at the reporter seriously, "How about we help you get in later?"

"Why didn't you tell me to dribble through?"

"Here, the ball is." Henry smiled and handed over a ball as if it were a magic trick. "I believe no one can stop you when you dribble through."

“Hahahaha——” Benzema couldn’t hold it back any longer, “If he is stopped, I think all teams will invite him to try out as a defender.”

Lori walked over in confusion, "What are you talking about? Why don't you go in?"

Charles pulled the goalkeeper over and said, "You're just in time..."

Benzema interrupted Charles directly, "Someone came to present an award to Charles, but it's the Golden Tapir Award."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Lori laughed out loud and glanced at the commemorative ball in Charles' hand. "What should we do? Are you going to dribble past him?"

At this time, before Charles could figure out how to face the first international golden award in his life, the reporter from "Satire News" who had already noticed the movement here rushed directly towards Charles with a microphone in one hand and the Golden Tapir Award in the other.

The cameras, microphones and lights were all pointed at Charles.

"Charles, I'm a reporter from the Satire News..."

The three teammates around him all neatly made way for him and happily looked at Charles who was about to receive the award.

"I am very happy to receive the Golden Tapir Award, all thanks to Benzema," Charles snatched the Golden Tapir Award from the reporter. Since he couldn't avoid it, he could only accept it. "Speaking of this matter, it is inseparable from Benzema's help and care for me..."

The smile on Benzema's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Charles with a puzzled look as he spoke nonsense seriously.

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift. Benzema's disappearing smile shifted to Charles' face, "... Along the way, without Benzema's support and encouragement, I would not have come this far..."

The reporter quickly interrupted Ciel, "Just get to the point."

Charles sighed and recalled the saddest things in the past 19 years. "It all started when I met Benzema..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Thank you for the interview, Charles. That's all for today's Satire News."

The reporters were all confused, thinking this had to do with Benzema, right?
He thought this had nothing to do with Benzema.

Do you think of me as a reporter or as a witness to your friendship with Benzema?

After the reporter fled in disgrace, the group quickly walked towards the hotel.

After dinner, everyone went to the stadium again to kill off their excess energy. Since it was on the way, Charles got in the car with them.

But when the driver took them to the tennis court, everyone found that the court was closed.

"So what? We can't just go back like this. This is too boring," Mandanda complained.

Ciel looked around and asked, "Are there any other courts around here?"

“As for stadiums, there are plenty of football fields,” the driver said.

Henry quickly shook his head in denial, "No, not on the football field."

Their number is enough to play a game of football, but there will definitely be a lot of locals near the stadium, which would not be suitable for either a street ball or an intra-team match.

"A little further away, there is a golf course. It seems to be the largest golf course in Serbia and it is open at night," the driver said after thinking for a while.

Upon hearing this, Ciel suggested, "How about we go play golf together?"

"Let's go, I also want to try what it feels like to play golf at night," Lori nodded with a smile.

Everyone got on the car again and headed to the golf course.

"We're going to play match hole. If we play stroke play, we won't be able to finish it in one night," Charles introduced. "Are we going to play something normal or a fun game?"

Gourcuff was a little curious, "What is a normal match and what is a fun match?"

"The more normal ones are to follow the rules of regular competitions and play match play. For fun games, we can play 'Big Rogue', 'Little Rogue', 'Dou Dizhu', and 'La Si'."

"The 'big gangster' will just hit the ball wherever it lands. If the ball stops, he will continue to play from where it lands. If he really can't play it, he will take the penalty stroke and go back to where he started to play again."

"'Little hooligans' should be gentler. If the ball goes out of the fairway, it will be considered an OB. If the ball goes out of bounds or into the water, it will be penalized one stroke and you have to go back to the starting position and play again."

"'Dou Di Zhu' is generally played by three or four people in a group. Before the game starts, they decide who will be the landlord. This person becomes the hole owner before the first hole starts. The rest of the people compete with the hole owner with their best scores to decide the winner."

"For 'La Si', two people play 2v2. Each group will decide the score on each hole. The score is the score of both people. The lower score is put in the tens place, and the higher score is put in the single digit. The lower the final score, the better."

Lori nodded. "It's night time now. The stadium is still different from the daytime with lights on, so 'big gangster' is not appropriate."

"That's right, for 'Drawing', there are too many holes to play, and we don't have enough time at night. We can play for a maximum of three hours." Benzema took over Lori's words.

"Then let's just play a normal game, match play, and then we'll go back after nine holes."

Everyone nodded.

After a while, the group arrived at the golf course.

After changing in the locker room, groups of four went to different teeing stations.

The rules of golf are very simple, just hit the ball into the hole.

Each hole has a corresponding par number, such as par three holes, par four holes, and par five holes.

Take a par-5 hole as an example. In theory, it takes 5 strokes to get the ball into the hole. If the player takes 0 strokes to get the ball into the hole, then his score is 4 because his performance did not exceed expectations. If he takes 1 strokes to get the ball into the hole, then his score is - stroke. The lower the score, the better.

If it is one stroke less than the scoring stroke, it is called a birdie; if it is two strokes less, it is an eagle. Different scores have different terms. If it is a hole-in-one, it is an ACE.

The first hole is a par 3.

"Who's going to kick off first?"

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner kicks off first."

After more than a minute of rock-paper-scissors, the final kick-off order was determined to be Benzema, Charles, Lori, and Henry.

Sometimes the gap between different sports is not as big as imagined. For example, many football players, in addition to becoming coaches after retiring, can successfully switch to other careers and achieve good results.

In addition, players are always injured, so besides watching games, the best way to relax is probably to play golf.

Players such as Andriy Shevchenko, Paul Scholes, Wayne Rooney, Jimmy Bullard, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Ronaldo and Maradona all love golf.

"Be careful, Ciel. I'm going to use all my strength in a moment."

Benzema's level is also good, and he is going to open Charles' eyes later.

Even if he can't beat him in the game every day, doesn't Charles still have to eat grass under his club when it comes to golf?

You know, Real Madrid has a profound golf culture.

Charles smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, you don't need to drain the water."

After Benzema placed the golf ball on the tee, he took the tee club handed over by the caddy, stared at the location of the flagpole, and swung the club confidently.

"Snapped--"

The drive was great, perfectly avoiding the hazards, and the ball ended up on the fairway very close to the green.

After driving the golf cart to find the golf ball, Benzema observed the course and felt that the slope of the green was quite steep. After thinking for a while, he finally selected an iron club with a larger club face angle from the club bag.

The larger the angle of the club face, the further the ball goes up, and the smaller the angle of the club face, the further the ball goes forward.

"Snapped--"

After Benzema's careful calculation, the golf ball drew a high arc in the air and then fell rapidly, finally landing on the green.

Now, he is only one step away from success.

But the green is not flat. There is an inclination angle between the ball and the hole. If you simply aim at the hole and push the ball over with a putter, the ball may go somewhere else.

After bending down to observe the angle carefully, Benzema held his breath, took the putter handed to him by the caddy, and gently pushed it towards the hole.

"Snapped."

The small golf ball rolled slowly on the green, and its trajectory changed from a straight line to a curve, and soon it rolled into the hole.

Standing on the tee, Lori was a little worried. "He only got 0 points this time, and it was at night. I don't want to wash his socks at all."

"It's okay," Henry said with a smile, "The game isn't over yet, and it's only the first hole. We still have eight holes to play."

"If it doesn't work, I'll hide all his stinky socks when I get back, so he doesn't have to wash them."

Charles looked at Benzema who was coming back on the cart, and spoke softly with his hand covering his mouth.

"I heard everything, Charles!" Benzema jumped out of the car. "I haven't played golf for a long time. When my playing style comes back, you guys should wash my socks today—"

"Really? That's great!"

Charles, who had intended to give Benma some face, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Benzema's golf skills are indeed good, but compared with Charles, who was idle as a child and spent most of his time pulling weeds on the court, and spent more time on the golf course, it is nothing.

In this case, I have no choice but to show Benma what a golf master is.

Playing golf at night is different from playing during the day. Due to the influence of light, there will be errors when estimating the distance of the ball, which is generally about 10 yards shorter than the actual distance.

Moreover, due to the lack of sunlight, dew will not evaporate on the grass on the fairway at night, which will affect the flight distance of the ball and make it shorter.

Charles took the driver handed to him by the caddy, estimated the distance and added 10 yards to it.

"Shh-"

Just a streak of white light passed by, like falling stars. Without any extra frills, Charles hit the ball onto the green with one stroke.

Since it's difficult to play on the fairway, just go directly to the green.

Benzema's eyes widened as he saw Charles get on the golf cart and quickly arrive at the green. He took the putter, pondered for a moment, then calmly pushed the golf ball.

"clatter."

There was no longer any relaxation on Benzema's face. The ball was slippery due to the dew, and the ball would roll more significantly when attacking the green from mid-range. However, Charles seemed very experienced just now. He only used a small amount of force and sent the ball into the hole accurately in one shot.

What's even more terrifying is that he only used two strokes, which is -1 stroke, and his score was better than his!
Next, Lori and Henry completed theirs.

Soon the four of them arrived at the second hole, a par 4 hole. The tee, the green and the fairway in the middle formed a right angle. Golfers could not hit the ball directly at the green, but had to first hit the ball onto the curved fairway, and then hit the ball from the fairway towards the green.

The four players tee off in turn according to their scores.

Shire first.

After the caddy put the ball away, Charles began to think about how to play it properly.

There are trees on both sides of the fairway ahead, and there is a large bunker in the middle of the fairway. The green is on the right, so the best landing point should be on the right side of the bunker.

Taking out the driver, Charles aimed at the right position and exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

"Snapped."

The unusually bright golf ball under the light was like a ball of fire, burning a hole in the night sky. Benzema put his hands behind his back, blowing in the night breeze. It was a cool night, but he always felt his palms were full of sweat.

Merde, he didn't know Ciel was so good at playing golf. It turns out he was just letting the ball win before.

Charles selected a suitable iron club, exerted force from his waist and abdomen again, and the arc of the club swung in the night sky felt like a crescent moon.

Lori smiled and looked at Benzema.

He felt that Charles should be the final winner of this game. Although the winner could designate any loser to wash his socks, he felt that Benzema would definitely be the one to wash his socks.

Although I don't know that much about golf, if we look at his style instead of his results, Charles' swing is faster and more stylish than Benzema's.

Lori found it funny to think about his former club teammate going from having his socks washed by others to washing other people's socks.

Because of the dew, the ball did not roll onto the green as Charles wished on the fairway, but stopped closer to the green.

After selecting a suitable wedge, Charles held his breath.

"Shh."

The ball flew onto the green.

Benzema closed his eyes in disappointment. He didn't need to look, he knew that Charles would be able to push the ball in next.

"Karim, you don't have to be too disappointed," Henry comforted him, "Maybe you can go see if there are any washing machines for sale now, so you don't have to wash by hand."

Players' socks sweat a lot, so usually after a game, they don't smell very good.

Benzema shook his head and said, "Forget it, just wash it by hand."

"Maybe you could find a bag to put his socks in and sell them," Lori suggested sincerely.

"What? Someone wants stinky socks?"

Benzema was very puzzled.

"As long as you say this is the original Shire flavor, there will definitely be a lot of people who want it," Lori said with a smile, "What stinky socks? These are called the original Shire flavor socks."

Henry laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, "Xia, Xiaer original flavor...hahaha, what is this, hahaha..."

"Hugo, where did you see this?" Benzema didn't know what to say for a moment, "Uh, it's so perverted."

Am I super awesome today? (*^▽^*)
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