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Chapter 29 Your Greatness Needs No Proof (Subscription Request)

"Don, you really won't go to the game with me?"

Jon Berg, fully armed and neatly dressed, stood at the door, trying for the last time today to persuade Tang Lin to go to the game.

But Tang Lin still shook his head and rejected him: "No, Mr. Berg, I don't like noisy places... and I really don't like football."

"But today is the king's first appearance in Tyne. This is a day that will go down in history!"

Tang Lin smiled and shook his head firmly.

"Okay..." Mr. Berg shrugged, put on the woolen hat embroidered with the Tyne team logo on his sparse gray hair, turned around, opened the door and went out.

Only after seeing Mr. Berg close the door did Tang Lin return to his room upstairs.

Then he saw from the window Mr. Berg walking slowly along the road in the direction of the Miner's Bar.

He and his old mates would meet there and go to Tyne's home ground to watch the game.

Tang Lin is indeed not interested in football, but living in the home of such a fanatical fan, how could he be completely isolated from football?

He doesn't like football, but he doesn't hate it either, so Mr. Berg doesn't really bother him too much.

After watching Mr. Berg safely walk out of sight, Tang Lin sat back at his desk, opened his book, and prepared to review his lessons.

But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the noise outside. He leaned out and looked out, and saw another group of people with Tyne's scarves tied around their necks, passing by under his window, chatting loudly as they walked.

In this way, a few people walked by, and then a few more people walked by.

It was not until more than half an hour later that no one passed by his building.

Based on previous experience, Tanglin knew that all the Tyne fans on this street should have left their homes for the stadium. Then he could review his lessons without being disturbed.

However, when he looked at the book filled with words in front of him, he could not concentrate as he did before.

Not only now, but just now he was different from usual - in the past, after Mr. Berg left home, he would go back to his room, put on headphones and play music. In this way, no matter what noises were outside, he could not hear them and could quickly enter a state of focused study.

But today he couldn't help thinking of what Mr. Berg said before he left:
“This is a day that will go down in history!”

Go down in history?

But it was just an ordinary Premier League game...

Mr. Berg seemed to have special confidence in Wang Lie, as if he had more confidence in me, Wang Lie's compatriot.

Anyway, Wang Lie is already 38 years old, right?

Although I don’t know much about football, I do understand the laws of physics…

It should be time for athletes of this age to “enjoy their retirement”, right?
The first game of such a veteran in a relegation team...what is there to record in history?
Could it be possible that Wang Lie could really bring some hope to this team?
For some unknown reason, Tang Lin picked up his phone again, opened the domestic Weibo, and then entered "Wang Lie" in the search bar to search.

The search results popped up quickly, and the first one was Wang Lie’s certified Weibo.

The following is a Weibo post marked as "hot" and posted by "Yunxun Sports", which reads:

"#Wang Lie did not start#Tain announced the starting lineup, Wang Lie was not among them."

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Tang Xingmei had just taken her daughter Wang Zilin to her room to sleep. When she came back, she saw her son Wang Ziqi sitting on the sofa with a pout and an unhappy look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Dad didn't make the starting lineup..." Wang Ziqi snorted.

Tang Xingmei smiled: "It's unlikely to go in, right? If it doesn't go in, then it doesn't go in. What if he comes on as a substitute?"

"Who knows..." Wang Ziqi still couldn't hide his disappointment. He looked very unhappy, like a grumpy child... Oh, he was a child after all.

Seeing this, Tang Xingmei stopped trying to persuade him: "Why don't you go to bed like your sister?"

Wang Ziqi immediately sat up straight on the sofa and straightened his chest: "No! I want to see!"

"If you want to watch it, stop talking nonsense!"

Wang Ziqi pursed his lips tightly.

Grandma Zhou Hong, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to her, comforted her grandson with a smile: "Don't worry, Qiqi. This head coach likes your dad very much. He should let your dad play."

"How can it be considered as love if I am not even given the first place..." Wang Ziqi muttered in a low voice.

"Mom, ignore him." Tang Xingmei said, "Mom, are you cold? I'll get you a blanket to cover your legs."

Zhou Hong shook her head and smiled: "It's not cold, I'm still hot..."

"Shall I turn the heating down a bit?"

"No, no. I'm excited. My body is hot from the excitement. Stop working and sit down to watch the game."

Tang Xingmei agreed and sat next to her son.

The TV was broadcasting live footage, and Tyne's home ground, Leeds Park, was packed and noisy.

CCTV commentator Luo Jin said: "...The game hasn't started yet, but the Liz Park Stadium is almost full. Such a scene was hard to see at Tyne's home ground in the first half of the season. Many people must have come here just for Wang Lie. But we already know that Wang Lie will not start this game. I hope Wang Lie can have a chance to come on as a substitute. You know, for us Chinese fans, it's been a long time since we saw Wang Lie in the Premier League!"

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In the home team's locker room at Leeds Park, head coach Sam McNeill was giving his final speech to the players who were about to play:
"…Herlinghan is ranked higher than us, but that doesn't mean they are stronger than us! This is our home ground, you have to let them see who is the master here!"

In the third round of the league, Tyne challenged Hurlingham FC away. At that time, Hurlingham FC, as a newly promoted team, did not win a single game in the first two rounds of the league and had two consecutive draws. It looked very weak, didn’t it?

But they tied last season's runner-up Scouse 2:2 in the first round of the league, which shows that this newly promoted team is not simple.

And the match against Tyne proved that.

The Tyne "mercenaries" armed with oil capital defeated the newly promoted team in an away game and lost 1:4.

It was the victory in this game that helped Hlingham FC find its rhythm. So far, they have eight wins, four draws and nine losses, with 28 points, ranking ninth in the league. The relegation goal has been achieved ahead of schedule, and they even have a chance to qualify for the European Cup.

In a sense, Tain can be regarded as the "noble man" of Hurlingham FC.

McNeill mentioned Wang Lie's name and said, "Wang, as the captain of Tyne, even though you are not in the starting lineup, you still have to say a few words to everyone before the game."

This is a new rule he made after coaching Tyne.

Wang Lie was a little surprised - McNeill had never told him about this part before, so he was completely unprepared.

But he stood up and did not speak right in front of his seat, but walked to the center of the locker room.

McNeill, who was originally standing here, had to step back and give him the "center of the stage".

Everyone looked up and cast their eyes on Wang Lie, even Sonny Dean was no exception.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Lie began his first pre-match speech as Tyne's captain, and his first sentence was a bit explosive:
"I know what the outside world says about you - 'mercenaries'. Ha!"

He even laughed.

"What a coincidence, I also had a nickname called 'Mercenary'. It was given to me by the Barcelona media when I moved from Atlético Barcelona to Sofia United. So it seems that maybe it was destined for me to join Tyne and join you ten years ago.

"I think it's not important whether we hire mercenaries or not. Who doesn't play football for money? We are professional players. What is a 'professional player'? Isn't it playing football as a profession? Playing football, making money, making a living, is that shabby? Not shabby.

"Of course, it can't be just for money. After all, the bosses who paid the money are not fools. You obviously cheated them. It's okay to cheat them once, but if you want to cheat them again and again, you really think too much of the bosses. Even if Tyne's boss is rich and doesn't care about that little money. But if you don't perform well here, Tyne will not keep you. If you leave Tyne and change to another team, can you still get so much money?"

While Wang Lie said this, his eyes were always wandering over his teammates in the locker room. Everyone in the locker room had different expressions, some seemed to be thinking about something, some lowered their heads to hide their faces, and some had no expression on their faces.

At the end of his speech, his eyes lingered on Dean for a moment.

"Let's talk about the next game. Everyone knows what I mean by 'a bigger stage'. Each of us may have different understandings and opinions on 'a bigger stage'... but it doesn't matter. No matter what the opinion is, we have to start by winning the current game. Some people don't believe we can do it, but that's okay. Don't think about things that far ahead. Just win today's game first. So you see, things have become very simple. Whether it's to avoid relegation or to go to a bigger stage, we have to win first and talk about it later."

Having said that, he stopped and did not continue speaking, but looked at everyone in the locker room.

Just when everyone thought he had finished his speech and even head coach McNeil was about to come forward to speak, he suddenly asked: "I think none of you don't want to win? Huh?"

He asked and turned to look at everyone.

No one speaks.

So Wang Lie nodded: "Very good, since we all want to win. Then this game..."

He took a deep breath and said, "I'll leave it to you all!"

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Watching the players leave the locker room one after another, walking outside, preparing to play.

Assistant coach Valo, who was at the back, covered his mouth, moved closer to McNeill, and said in a low voice: "Wang's last sentence surprised me."

"I was a little surprised, too," McNeill said.

"It seems I'm not the only one who feels this way." Varro said, "I thought Wang would pretend at the end, like he did before, saying something like 'I will lead you to win the game'...but he actually said please everyone...I almost thought this was not the Wang I knew."

McNeill nodded: "I have the same idea as you. I didn't expect that Wang Lie, who has always been tough, would ask his teammates for help... Well, it's an exaggeration to say 'ask for help', but it does have that meaning. So I observed that after Wang said this, many people in the locker room reacted. Obviously, they were also surprised..."

"Is he saying that because you didn't put him in the starting lineup? He may hope that the team will not collapse before he gets a chance to play..." asked Varo.

McNeill shook his head: "I don't know. But I think when a Golden Ball winner asks them for help, especially someone as famously proud and conceited as Wang, I'm afraid few people will remain indifferent."

Based on his observations of the team, Varro agreed with McNeill's point of view: "Don't be angry when I say something, Sam. When he walked to the center of the locker room to give a speech, I even thought he was the head coach of this team...Ha!"

McNeill was not angry, but laughed: "So I say he is a natural leader."

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"Players from both teams finally came out of the locker room!"

With Luo Jin's voice, countless Chinese fans who had begun to doze off in front of the TV woke up again.

Anyway, Wang Ziqi was woken up by his mother: "Your father is out."

Wang Ziqi started up from the sofa and looked at the TV.

On the screen, his father really turned into the player tunnel with the other players of Tyne and walked towards the camera.

As he walked, he was talking to his teammate Vitini.

Seeing this, Luo Jin introduced: "Wang Lie is communicating with Vitini. As everyone knows, Vitini is Wang Lie's little fan. As a Brazilian player, he likes Wang Lie very much. This is indeed... quite interesting, ha!"

That's all I can say, he can't stir up fan circle topics on a national television station, can he?

As a Brazilian player, Vitini doesn't like Ronaldo, but is crazy about Wang Lie. This is really unorthodox in Brazilian football...

No one knows why he admires Wang Lie so much, but he just admires him.

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When Vitini and Wang Lie reached the entrance of the passage, they stopped. He was the starting player and had to wait here to play together.

But Wang Lie had to go to the bench and wait for the game to start.

Wang Lie, who was wearing a Tyne down jacket, finally said to Vitini: "Remember, Vitini. Control your anger on the court. This is very important for you. You are obviously very talented, why is your performance on the court not matching? In the past, anger controlled you. From now on, you must try to control your anger and turn it into a flame to burn your opponent instead of burning yourself."

"I will try my best to do that, King..."

Seeing that Vitini seemed to have no confidence, Wang Lie said, "Let's do this. If you feel that your emotions are about to lose control during the game, then look at me, whether I am on the court or off the court. Just think of me as a switch to control your emotions. When you see me, remember what I said to you, and then try to control your anger."

Vitini didn't expect Wang Lie to say that. He was stunned for a moment, then asked in an uncertain tone: "Is this... really okay?"

"Just give it a try, try it." Wang Lie patted his shoulder, turned around and walked out of the passage.

At that exit, photographers for the TV broadcast and countless photographers had been waiting for a long time.

In the camera, Wang Lie ignored the countless cameras in front of him and climbed up the stairs.

The shutter sounds and flashes can be clearly heard and seen in the TV broadcast.

And the growing cheers at Leather Park.

Luo Jinyuan was in a small studio in China, thousands of miles away, but for no reason he was so excited by this scene that he wanted to loosen the buttons on his shirt.

"Wang Lie! He is about to turn 38 and is still the focus of the camera. Wherever he goes, he is a star that everyone pays attention to! He is the superstar and pride of our Chinese football!"

It wasn't just the Chinese commentator Luo Jin who was excited. Even the English commentator Connor Cowley raised his voice:
"This is... Wang! After leaving Sofia United, he is about to start the 'last dance' of his professional career in Tyne! Yes, no matter whether you like Wang or not, you have to admit that this may be his last chance in his career - he did not choose to return to China to play football, which means that in Wang's heart, he is not willing to leave England like this. Well then! Let's wait and see! See if Wang can prove himself again in Tyne!"

Surrounded by photographers, Wang Lie walked to the home team's bench, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, he waved to the Tyne fans who were cheering for him in the stands.

This feeling is a bit strange.

After all, it was the first time for him to wave to fans other than Sofia fans in a Premier League match - before, he would glare at them or make a "shut up" gesture...

What he basically received were boos, middle fingers, shouts of abuse... and even racial discrimination with hands pulling the corners of his eyes.

Being cheered by people other than Sofia fans?

Wang Lie had never thought about it before.

After joining Sofia United, he thought this was the only home team he would have in the Premier League.

In the end, I still parted ways with my old boss on bad terms...

Some people on the Internet say that “character determines destiny”?
fart!

What character determines destiny?

Would any normal person not be angry when faced with the actions of SofaSoccer United and Athletic Club Barcelona?
It’s just that I have the ability to challenge the top clubs, while others don’t, so even if I’m unhappy I can only hold it in and compromise.

Does character determine destiny?
Do not!
It is strength that determines destiny!
After waving to the Tyne fans, Wang Lie turned around and sat down on the large and comfortable leather seat on the bench.

And just after he sat down, he almost stood up again...

This was because on that cold night in late January, his butt had just felt warm!

That warmth is like peeing in your pants...

Wang Lie couldn't help but look down at the cushion under his butt in surprise - the seats in the home team area of ​​Lize Park Stadium actually have a heating function!
He looked more carefully and found that not only the seat cushion, but also the leather surface of the seat back had densely packed holes...

Hiss, not only are there seat heating, but there are also seat ventilation!
This was not his first time to play at Lize Park, but on the visiting team's bench, he never felt that the chairs there were any different from those in other places. The difference was at most a little softer or harder.

Unexpectedly, their home team's bench holds a lot of hidden secrets!

Even though Wang Lie knew that Tyne was a wealthy team, he was still shocked by the club's extravagant and inhumane style.

You have to know that even top global clubs like SofaSports do not have such exaggerated and luxurious hardware facilities!

Same with Atletico Barcelona!
The top teams he has played for would never install ventilation and heating on the chairs on the home bench!
He suddenly felt deeply sympathetic towards the Middle Eastern owner behind the Tyne Club. They had spent so much money, but they were still fighting for relegation, not to mention the championship...

Moreover, they actually placed their hopes on an old man who was about to turn 38 years old. It seemed like they were trying anything possible to save their life.

but……

Congratulations, boss! You made the right investment this time!
Wang Lie leaned back on the comfortable chair and discovered that not only the seat cushion had a heating function, but the back of the chair also had...

So fucking...rich!

Facing so many cameras and video cameras, he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this scene, Luo Jin sighed:
"Wang Lie smiled! That's right, he smiled! How long has it been since we last saw him smile? In the past six months, there seemed to be only endless scandals and criticisms surrounding him. He was busy fighting those who criticized him, fighting against those who hated him, and even... making an enemy of the whole world!

"As his supporters, we certainly like to see him score goals and win games, but perhaps we want to see his genuine smile even more. We hope he doesn't have to work so hard, be so tired, or be so... angry.

"Whether he admits it or not, his career has irreversibly come to an end. If we view it as a football match, then now is Wang Lie's 'injury time'.

"At this point, the result of the game is actually not important - Wang Lie has already won all the honors he can win in his career. His achievements are beyond the reach of countless Chinese, Asian, and even European and American players. I don't want to list the championships and honors he has won here, because I may not be able to finish talking about it until the players from both sides appear on the field...

"What a great journey it has been! Now, on the final stretch to the finish line, as an ordinary fan who has witnessed the entire journey, I am no longer excited about the past glory, but just want to see more smiles on Wang Lie's face.

"Compared to Sofia United, Tyne is an inconspicuous small team, and its strength is not outstanding. But here, he has regained respect and trust, so we can see a smile on his face again. I don't know if this means that he has reconciled with the world, but I sincerely hope that he can enjoy football here. Because...

"Your greatness no longer needs to be proven!"

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