As the Head Referee's final whistle blew, the scoreboard displayed 0-0. The Villarreal players looked at each other, a hint of unwillingness in each of their eyes. They had yearned for victory in this match, but the outcome was somewhat disappointing.
Back in the locker room, Lin Feng was particularly dejected. He recalled the pass he made to Rodri during the match; if he had passed more accurately, perhaps the result of the game would have been completely different. He knew his mistake had affected the team, and his heart was filled with self-reproach.
However, when Coach Escribá walked into the locker room, his attitude was beyond everyone's expectations. He did not lose his temper as the players had imagined; instead, he remained very calm. He gently tapped the locker room door, attracting everyone's attention.
"Alright, although we couldn't win this match, at least we got one point," Coach Escribá's voice was firm and strong. "Everyone, lift your heads. There's nothing unacceptable about this. We still have a chance. As long as we unite and continue to work hard, victory will surely be ours."
Then, he turned his head towards Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng, this match is also an opportunity for you to reflect. Previous matches might have covered up your shortcomings. Although you performed excellently in defense, your ball distribution ability is lacking in many aspects. After you return, I will arrange for you to strengthen your passing training."
"Alright, that's all for today's match. Everyone, pack up your things and return to the hotel to get some good rest. Players with international matches can now arrange their time freely." With that, Head Coach Escribá turned and left the office.
Seeing Lin Feng somewhat dejected, Rodri and Pau Torres both walked over to his side. Rodri spoke first: "Lin Feng, don't take it too hard. It's nothing major. This is the first match where the three of us started together. We'll get better and better!"
"Yeah, Lin Feng, this isn't just your responsibility. None of us need to be sad about what has already happened. We should lift our heads and focus on the next match," Pau Torres chimed in from the side.
Lin Feng looked up gratefully at Pau Torres and Rodri, who had come to comfort him. He extended his fist and lightly bumped fists with the two of them.
"Go for it, brothers!"
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After the match, Lin Feng walked alone with his suitcase into the bustling Barcelona Airport. His mood was complex, with both regret for the match and anticipation for the future. Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, a familiar voice broke his reverie.
"Lin Feng, over here!" His agent, Snyder, waved the documents in his hand, beckoning to Lin Feng. He walked up to Lin Feng and handed him his identification and plane ticket. "Don't forget these; they're very important."
Lin Feng took the documents and plane ticket, nodding gratefully. At this moment, Snyder smiled mysteriously again and pointed behind Lin Feng. "Guess who came with you?"
Lin Feng turned around in confusion, only to see his mother standing not far away, smiling at him. Her eyes were full of warmth and anticipation, as if saying, "Son, long time no see. This time, when we go back, we'll have a good reunion."
Seeing his mother, Lin Feng's mood instantly became relaxed and joyful. He walked forward and gave his mother a warm hug. "Mom, why did you come too? I'm super happy to be able to return to China with you this time!"
His mother smiled and patted his back. "Me too. I haven't been back in a long time. It's a good opportunity to have a good look around this time."
After the plane took off, Lin Feng and his mother immersed themselves in a sea of memories. His mother began to recount interesting stories about Lin Feng's childhood in China, those carefree and innocent days. Her words were full of tenderness and intimacy, as if she wanted to vividly depict every single detail.
However, for Lin Feng, those memories had become blurry and distant. He tried to search for those fragmented memories in his mind, attempting to find his former self. But no matter what, he couldn't clearly recall those past scenes.
The plane pierced through the clouds, flying towards the distant East. The journey from Spain to China was long and arduous, but Lin Feng and his mother were both immersed in each other's company, as if time had ceased to matter at that moment.
Their destination was Guangzhou, the provincial capital of Guangdong Province, a beautiful metropolis known as the "City of Rams." Lin Feng was full of curiosity and anticipation for Guangzhou. He knew that it had a rich history, culture, and cuisine, as well as many new challenges and opportunities waiting for him to explore and discover.
As the plane slowly landed at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport, Lin Feng's heart was filled with anticipation and excitement. He, his mother, and his agent, Snyder, walked off the plane together, passed through the bustling airport hall, and headed towards the arrival gate.
Just as they were about to exit the hall, Lin Feng suddenly felt an inexplicable shock. He looked up and saw a large crowd gathered at the arrival gate. They were wearing neat China National Team jerseys, holding up photos of Lin Feng, and their faces were beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Lin Feng's steps involuntarily stopped, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He looked at those familiar jerseys and enthusiastic faces, his eyes shimmering with tears. At this moment, he felt as if he had received the warmth and embrace of his motherland.
"Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" The fans chanted his name in unison, their voices echoing through the airport hall. Their voices were full of power and enthusiasm, as if cheering for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's mother witnessed this touching scene, and her eyes also sparkled with tears of pride and relief. She gently patted her son's shoulder and smiled, saying, "Go spend some time with them. They must have been waiting for you for a long time."
Lin Feng nodded, his heart full of gratitude and emotion. He stepped forward and walked towards the enthusiastic fans. Every fan held up his photo, anticipating his arrival. Lin Feng smiled, signing his name for each of them and shaking their hands in greeting.
"Lin Feng, we will always support you!"
"Go for it, you are our pride!"
The fans' words were full of sincerity and enthusiasm, their voices echoing at the arrival gate. Lin Feng listened to these words, and a warm current surged through his heart. He knew that these fans were not only supporting him but also supporting the rise of Chinese Football.
For a moment, the arrival gate was bustling with people, lively and extraordinary. Lin Feng's mother stood by, quietly watching her son interact with the fans. Her face was beaming with a proud and satisfied smile. She knew that the glory and emotion of this moment belonged not only to Lin Feng but also to all those who loved football and supported Chinese Football.
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