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Chapter 152 Wang Lie's Fans
"Awesome! The goal highlights alone are fourteen minutes long!"

Xiao Cheng opened the game highlights he found on the Internet, looked at the length of the video, and exclaimed in delight.

This is just a goal highlight, and as the name suggests, there are only nine of Tayne's goals in the video.

As for the full-game highlights that included some exciting offensive and defensive scenes, they were even longer - Xiao Cheng had already seen half an hour of full-game highlights online.

He missed all of the first half of the game yesterday because of the unreliable British rail system.

Wang Lie scored six goals in this game, and he missed four...

Fortunately, you can watch the highlights.

In fact, highlights of the game were all over the Internet yesterday, but he was not in a hurry to watch them.

But I waited until today.

He wanted to ferment those videos further and "mature" them.

If you watch the video yourself now, you will see more comments and comments compared to when it was first released.

He would first watch the highlights of each video, and then watch it over and over again, watching the comments and barrages, and seeing what quotes the talented netizens had, which were also the source of his inspiration for fighting the haters online.

If yesterday's game was compared to a main meal, then watching netizens praising Wang Lie and scolding Helden and Sofolian after the game would be the dessert.

Main meals are important, but desserts are equally important.

A good dessert can make a meal memorable and greatly enhance the deliciousness of the main meal.

In addition to the video, Xiao Cheng had already read a lot of comments about the game on domestic fan communities, Weibo, and foreign social media using intermittent Internet access while on the train from Newcastle back to London last night.

He was very passionate about it and went to confront all the haters of Wang Lie.

So another important reason why he didn't watch the highlights video last night was that he didn't have time - strike while the iron is hot. If he didn't strike hard at this time, it would be very unprofessional as a fan of Wang Lie.

Because of Wang Lie's outstanding performance, when he was passionately confronting the black players last night, his fighting power was particularly strong, and no black player could survive a round in front of him.

Even if some haters remained silent and did not play a losing game, Xiao Cheng would still take screenshots of the comments from the haters that he had accumulated, @ them, and then scold them.

"Goals hurt the team? Ah, I see. So this is what Dadomo meant by 'goals hurt the team'... Indeed, Wang's goals hurt Sofo United a lot! He hurt them six times in this game!"

"'I am a Sofia fan. No matter what the final result of Heldon's leadership is, it is his credit that he helped the club get rid of Wang and get rid of a big burden.' My friend, I suspect that you are not a Sofia fan, but a Tyne fan. Don't pretend, really. You must have been undercover in advance, and I can see through your sarcastic face at a glance! If you don't believe me, go and ask Sofia fans now, are they all grateful to Heldon for getting rid of Wang? It's up to you whether they fight or not."

"'To be fair, Wang is ungrateful for scoring goals all the time'? Why don't you go see a neurosurgeon? I suspect the grooves in your brain have been smoothed out. Wang brought so many championships to Sofia, does that count as a 'favor' to Sofia? Then does Sofia directly expel him, does that count as 'ungratefulness'? Why didn't you say anything when Sofia expelled Wang? My little cutie, let me teach you a law of the Internet - whenever someone says 'fair words', he is definitely the most unfair."

"'It's hard to imagine that a 38-year-old player can score six goals in a single game. I suggest that Wang be banned worldwide! He must have used some kind of stimulant that cannot be detected by current technology!' I think the anti-doping agency can just test this man's blood, because his veins are filled with Wang's urine, so just draw his blood..."

These are all the content that can be released. There is a lot of content that cannot be displayed due to restrictions on regional laws and policies. They are all extremely dirty words.

While Wang Lie was killing it on the court, legendary bard @WangisKing was killing it online.

Now that the battle is over, he is enjoying the wonderful spoils. Not long after opening the video, he saw Wang Ge’s first goal of the game, a long-range shot that hit the world record.

"666"

"Brilliant!"

"Brother Wang is awesome!"

"World wave!"

"1 / 9"

Seeing that the dense barrage of comments almost covered the entire screen and completely blocked the video, Xiao Cheng quickly turned off the barrage of comments.

Although the barrage is nice, he first needs to see how Wang Ge scored the six goals...

After turning off the barrage, he dragged the progress bar back and watched it again with relish.

Although the game was over and he knew the result, when he saw Wang Lie score a goal, he couldn't help but get goose bumps and a sense of satisfaction surged from deep in his heart.

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Qin An almost jumped into the locker room and asked his teammates excitedly:
"Did you watch the game last night?"

When his teammates saw him, they asked, "What game?"

"What game? Oh my God, don't you know? All of Europe is watching!"

"Oh, you mean the Premier League game..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qin An nodded repeatedly. He had been praising Wang Lie for so long and finally waited for such an awesome game. Of course he had to show off.

As a result, his teammates did not cooperate with him. Some of them shook their heads with a straight face and said, "I didn't watch it. That's the Premier League, we are in the Portuguese Super League, why should I watch a game that has nothing to do with us?"

Qin An was very disappointed at first, but then he realized from the expressions of his teammates who were trying hard to hold back their laughter that they were all teasing him, so he shouted and rushed up to join in the fun.

The teammates immediately scattered, and in the end, only Miguel Correa, who asked "Why should I watch a game that has nothing to do with me", was caught by Qin An. He quickly held his head and shouted: "I saw it! I saw it! Wang was so awesome! Really! Six goals and three assists! He is a god descending to earth!"

Qin An was not willing to let him go easily, and grabbed him and asked, "Who is the GOAT? Who is the GOAT?"

Correa quickly said, "It's the King! The King! The King is the GOAT!!"

Only then did Qin An let him go.

Correa and he are friends, and the two have a good relationship. This is just a joke between them and will not really cause any conflict.

The other people who were watching the fun also started laughing when they saw Correa's expression.

Amidst the laughter, someone asked Qin An: "Tyne will definitely be able to go to the Champions League next season, right, Qin?"

Qin An nodded affirmatively: "Of course!"

Correa, who was fixing his hair, quipped: "Isn't that a shame?"

Qin An looked back at him: "What a pity?"

"If Tyne makes it to the Europa League, we will have a chance to meet Wang," said Correa.

This time, without waiting for Qin An to speak, the other teammates waved their hands: "No! We don't want to meet him!"

"Are you kidding?! Miguel, do you like being abused so much?"

Correa spread his hands and said, "Why are we being abused? We are not Sofolian, and we have no grudges against Wang."

His teammates kept waving their hands: "As long as you are his opponent, you have a grudge against him, Miguel! Really, believe me, you don't want to be an opponent of Wang!"

Qin An beside him also shook his head and said, "I know myself, Miguel. I just want to be teammates with Brother Wang, not opponents."

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Matthews Weaver stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a long time before the door was opened from the inside.

What came into view was Stanley Harris with a dejected look on his face.

"Are you still sleepy?" Waver asked as he walked inside.

Harris moved aside and replied in a hoarse voice: "I don't know if I am still asleep, because I don't know if I am asleep..."

Waver was startled by his best friend's voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know..." Harris continued in a hoarse voice, "My voice was like this before you came."

"God...did yesterday's game hit you so hard, Stanley?" Matthews Weaver looked at him with wide eyes.

Harris grinned, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying: "Wang told me that I would be fine after a good night's sleep. But the problem is that I can't sleep at all, what should I do? As soon as I close my eyes, I will think of yesterday's game... Matthews, do you know? I actually feel scared..."

Waverley opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Before the game, I had thought about defeating the king. Now that I think about it, I am just a clown! I brought shame upon myself..."

Weaver quickly waved his hands: "Don't say that, Stanley. It is a normal idea for any player to want to defeat his opponent. It would be strange if you didn't have this idea."

This time, Stanley Harris was not so easily convinced by just a few words from his best friend. He turned around and walked to the sofa, then leaned back without any protection, completely losing his balance and throwing himself on the sofa.

Then he put his arm on his forehead, looked at the ceiling and murmured:

"I used to fantasize about becoming the next king, scoring goals and winning games like him, and slapping the faces of all those who looked down on him. But now I feel like I can never be him... I can never be him..."

Wavell comforted him: "You are still young, Stanley. You still have plenty of time..."

"No, I mean I will never be able to pursue goals and wins like him. I thought for a long time, if I were in his position and experienced what he went through, how would I perform in yesterday's game... I would definitely score goals, but I can't score so many goals. In fact, I thought he would stop scoring after he scored four goals in the first half... But I was wrong! Very wrong!"

Harris was so distraught, in fact, it had a lot to do with the fact that he suddenly found that he was not as strong as he had imagined before. This kind of strength was not physical strength or technical strength, but psychological strength.

As a fan of Wang Lie, he has always referred to the role model in all aspects, especially in the spiritual aspect.

After all, the most powerful thing about his idol is his willpower, his fighting spirit that cannot be defeated no matter what difficulties or setbacks he encounters, and his courage to become an enemy of the whole world.

As a result of this game, Stanley Harris realized that he was not as strong as he thought.

Facing the aggressive Wang Lie, he was frightened and he even lost the courage to pursue victory and score goals.

It's difficult to beat Tyne, but he can always score a goal, right?

Score a goal and save some face for Sofo United...

He didn't do that either, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't even dare to think about it.

Basically he completely dropped out after the second half.

My body was still on the football field, but my mind had drifted away to who knows where.

He kept looking towards the coach's bench, just to see when the head coach would replace him...

As a result, he remained on the court until the end of the game, suffering greatly.

Looking at his terrified best friend, Matthews Weaver said, "Don't think like that, Stanley. Taking the king as your idol and goal doesn't mean you have to become him. As long as you can get close to him, isn't that enough? As long as you can get close to him, you will definitely be better than before."

Harris looked up at him.

He continued, "I think you thought too highly of yourself before. Maybe it's okay to be more realistic. Of course, I'm not saying that you should degenerate and lower your standards. I'm just saying that the road is built step by step. You regard the king as Mount Everest and dream of climbing the highest peak in the world one day, but it doesn't stop you from working hard to climb Ben Nevis now."

Ben Nevis is an extinct volcano located in Scotland. It is also the highest peak in the United Kingdom, with an altitude of only more than 1,300 meters.

"And in order to climb Mount Everest, you have to challenge those high snow-capped peaks one by one. If you can't climb Mount Everest in the end, what does it matter? Are those snow-capped mountains you climbed to challenge the highest peak fake?"

Harris stared at his friend in a daze.

He was skillfully turning on the TV and game console in his home.

After doing this, he took out a handle and handed it to Harris:
"If you feel sleepy, go to bed and ignore me. If you are still energetic, play games with me."

Seeing that Harris still didn't respond, he shook the handle again.

Harris finally came to his senses. He stood up and shook his head, "You go play. I'm going to sleep. If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge, or you can order takeout. Don't worry about me."

After saying this, he really left his best friend behind and went back to the bedroom alone.

Weaver seemed accustomed to it. He ignored Harris and began to half-lying on the sofa, operating the controller and entering the game.

He no longer worried about his friend because now that he could go to sleep on his own, it would really be like what Wang said - he would be fine after a good night's sleep.

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"Wang Lie! Wang Lie scored! Less than three minutes into the game, Wang Lie scored a goal with a long shot from outside the penalty area, opening the scoring for Tyne!"

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"Beautiful! Beautiful! Wang Lie! Beautiful!! Six goals and three assists!! He was responsible for all the goals in this game!"

Shi Bo couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the game highlights he had just watched.

Today is Sunday and I have to go to school tomorrow.

By then, Wang Ziqi would definitely force himself to fulfill his promise and really become a fan of Wang Lie, whom he originally hated...

The thought of this gave him a headache, so he ran to his mother and asked, "Mom, can you give me a day off tomorrow?"

My mother was very surprised: "What's wrong? Why do you need to take a leave?"

"I... uh... I'm not feeling well..." Shi Bo said perfunctorily.

When the mother heard her son say he was not feeling well, she became nervous: "Not feeling well? What's wrong with you? Is it a stomachache or a headache?"

"Uh, my stomach...my stomach hurts." Shi Bo guessed an answer at random, as if he was answering a multiple-choice question.

The mother asked again: "Do you have a stomachache? Is it the kind of pain you feel when you want to poop, or is it..."

How could Shi Bo possibly answer this? He could only avoid the question and say, "I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable..."

"You must have an upset stomach. Let's just eat porridge for a few days..."

Before his mother finished speaking, Shi Bo, upon hearing that he had to eat porridge for a few days, immediately changed his symptoms: "It's not a stomachache, it's a headache, a headache..."

"Where does it hurt?" Mom's expression turned serious.

The mother's serious voice also attracted the attention of the father next door. He came over to ask about the situation, and then quickly gave the answer: "Pretending to be sick."

Then he gestured to his wife, telling her not to be so serious, and asked in a more gentle tone, "Why are you pretending to be sick and not wanting to go to school?"

Shi Bo was still too young to resist and told Wang Ziqi everything about the bet he made...

I heard that my son didn't want to go to school because he lost a bet with his classmates and felt embarrassed.

The couple looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

They really didn't expect that the exciting game this morning would actually affect their son...

Finally, it was my father who asked, "Why do you hate Wang Lie, Bobo? Before, he didn't perform well, so it was understandable that you didn't like him. But now that he is a Chinese player, he keeps scoring goals in the Premier League. Isn't that bringing glory to the country?"

"I... I hate those Wang Lie fans. They always look down on everyone else, as if their idol is the best and everyone else is not worth mentioning..."

"That's also a problem with Wang Lie's fans. It has nothing to do with Wang Lie. So what you hate are Wang Lie's fans, not Wang Lie himself?" Dad coaxed.

Shi Bo thought about it and finally nodded, thinking that his father was right: "Yes, Wang Lie's fans are too low quality! That Wang Ziqi is like that. When Wang Lie performed poorly before, he would not allow others to say anything bad about his idol. If anyone said anything bad, he would argue with others. I just can't stand him like that!
The father smiled and patted his son's head. He knew that his son and Wang Ziqi had fought and had conflicts. But he didn't take it seriously. It was normal for children to have conflicts. How could there be no fights when so many children were together and they were always so harmonious?

Most of the time, there is no need for adults to intervene in conflicts between these children. Conflicts between children come and go quickly. If adults get angry, the children may start playing together again before the adults have calmed down.

However, sometimes adults are needed to guide and educate children with reason. Leaving everything to the children may lead to the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. After all, how can children understand the truth if adults don't teach them?

So he said, "You and Wang Ziqi have an agreement, so you should abide by it and don't cheat. Otherwise, Wang Ziqi will call you a 'scallywag' every time he sees you. What will you do? You can't just fight the first time you meet, right?"

Shi Bo understood what his father meant: "So do I really want to be Wang Lie's fan?"

Dad laughed and said, "Why not? Anyway, you hate Wang Lie's fans, not Wang Lie himself. I asked you to like Wang Lie, not Wang Lie's fans. Since you think Wang Ziqi is not a high-quality fan of Wang Lie, why don't you set an example for him with your actual actions and let him know what a truly high-quality fan of Wang Lie should be like? When the time comes, when your classmates compare you with Wang Ziqi, they will definitely think you are better than Wang Ziqi. Without you saying anything, they will all stand on your side. Haven't you won over him?"

As Shi Bo listened, his eyes widened and sparkled - That's right! Why didn't I think of that?
Then his illness was cured instantly.

After the father solved his son's problem, he returned to the bedroom and started browsing his phone again. His wife came over and whispered to her husband, "I always feel that what you are doing is not right."

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like you're just fooling him. What's this about 'being a fan of Wang Lie with higher quality'... Our son's performance as a fan of Chi Zhen isn't much better! You always point out other people's problems. Will he think you're indulging him? Shouldn't we take this opportunity to teach him a lesson?"

The husband glanced in the direction of the bedroom door and explained in a low voice: "How to educate? How can a child understand so many principles? Sometimes you have to go along with what he says, otherwise the more you say he is doing something wrong, the more he will go against you. So I first praise him and flatter him, so that he will feel embarrassed not to do the right thing. The conflict between him and his classmates is actually quite childish. Whether it is Wang Lie or Chi Zhen, they are both Chinese players. Whoever performs well is good? It is necessary to distinguish between them... Isn't this a disease? Besides. I think it is a good thing for him to bet with his classmates."

"Good news? Why?" the wife was puzzled.

"Look at the game this morning. With Wang Lie's performance, Chi Zhen will definitely lose his place in the national team. Our son is a fan of Chi Zhen. If he sees Wang Lie scoring goals one after another, won't he be furious? And if he is provoked by other classmates...then the parents will be called every few days. Are you happy with that?"

The wife shook her head: "That's definitely not possible. But how can you be so sure that Wang Lie will perform well in the future? Won't he be getting older and older?"

"Yes, he is getting older, but his condition is also getting better. I don't understand why, but the actual performance is here. Just watch if you don't believe me."

His wife laughed and teased him: "Wow, I didn't expect you are a hidden fan of Wang Lie."

The husband shook his head: "I am not a fan of Wang Lie, I am just a fan of the Chinese team. In the World Cup next year, as long as the Chinese team performs well, I don't care whether it is Wang Lie's credit or Chi Zhen's credit..."

Shi Bo returned to his bedroom and found a new goal after hearing his father's words. He wanted to compete with Wang Ziqi in the matter of being a fan of Wang Lie and defeat him completely!

After having this thought, I recalled Wang Lie's performance in yesterday's game.

I have to say, those six balls are really beautiful...

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(End of this chapter)