During the days that Tian Ying stayed in Chengdu, he slept during the day and wrote at night. On the weekend, the four of them went to the Chengdu Sports Center to watch the game of the Bashu team.
Sure enough, just as Ma Yunfei said, several football fan organizations in Bashu were very dissatisfied with the home team's recent poor performance. At their suggestion, the stadium with a maximum attendance of 40,000 people actually had less than 10,000 people come.
Perhaps because of the lack of support from hometown fans, the Bashu team performed even worse and ended up losing the game at home. The angry fans in the stands used their small speakers, water bottles and even paper balls as weapons and smashed them into the stadium.
There were even some emotional fans who imitated extreme fans in Europe and started burning the home team's jerseys.
As a last resort, the Bashu team sent their captain Wei Qun to the stands to comfort the fans.
"Brothers, please be quiet." Wei Qun said apologetically.
"Hero Wei, what are you guys kicking?"
"Where has the bloodiness of us Bashu people gone?"
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Wei Qun was also quite helpless about this. He could only breathe heavily and listen to the complaints of the fans in the stands.
"Everyone calm down, it's no use just complaining." Ma Yunfei and his friends were also in the stands. When they saw that the usually vigorous Wei Da Xia had lost his former dominance amid the complaints of the fans, Ma Yunfei shouted loudly.
Yuan Fangguo and the others also quickly followed suit to comfort the fans, and the hundreds of die-hard fans on the stage gradually calmed down.
Unexpectedly, the silence lasted less than two seconds. When Wei Daxia was about to speak, a middle-aged man in his forties in the stands suddenly burst out again.
"What the hell? I take the train for over ten hours every week to watch you play football, and you guys play like this. The Pao brothers never give up, but how can you be worthy of the people back home by playing like this?"
After roaring this, the middle-aged fan actually started to sob like a child.
Wei Qun was speechless again.
But soon, he shouted to the fans in the stands, "Tie a rope with your clothes and pull me up."
When the fans in the stands heard this, many of them contributed their jerseys and quickly tied the knot.
"Wei Qun, don't go. It's dangerous." The staff below began to comfort him.
Wei Qun was as stubborn as a wild bull at this moment. He shook his head and said loudly, "The fans are scolding us for a reason. As the captain, I must be responsible for the fans."
When the staff heard that they couldn't comfort Wei Qun, they winked at a young man next to them. The young man was quick to react and quickly ran into the locker room and started talking to the head coach Yu Dongfeng.
"If he wants to go, let him go. The clothes are of good quality. I can't persuade him." Yu Dongfeng shook his head.
"What if you fall down?"
"You are stupid, just get some mats." Yu Dongfeng suddenly became angry. The team's performance has declined seriously recently. He has also done a lot of work, but the results are still no improvement.
There were many mats for high jump team members to train in the stadium. When the staff member heard this, he immediately nodded and ran out.
Soon, more than ten mats were dragged over. Wei Qun stood on the mats and took the clothes ropes thrown by the fans with both hands.
Yuan Fangguo was tall and strong, and very conspicuous in the crowd. He was the first strong man chosen to pull Wei Qun.
With the strenuous pulling of the three strong men, the rope made of more than 20 yellow jerseys slowly pulled up Wei Daxia, who weighed nearly 150 kilograms.
Looking at the scene in front of them, the photographers present, while worrying about the safety of Wei Daxia, could not help but press the shutter frequently to record this tragic moment.
When Wei Qun was about to go to the stands, he also noticed Yuan Fangguo. He stretched out his hand and motioned Yuan Fangguo to help him.
"Come on, pull the rope again, and I'll give Brother Wei a hand."
There were already reserve team members behind him who quickly grabbed the rope tightly. Yuan Fangguo stretched out his big hand and shook hands with Wei Qun's hand.
Wei Qun used the force of the opponent's movement, pushed hard against the edge of the stands, and jumped up.
"Hello, hero." The fans' previous anger began to disappear, replaced by their gratitude and enthusiasm.
"Brothers, I'm sorry, as the captain I have a responsibility..." Wei Qun's eyes were red and filled with tears.
The people in the stands were a group of passionate men. After listening to Wei Qun's heartfelt words full of passion and enthusiasm, many of them burst into tears.
The fans were calmed down. They had originally wanted to take a photo with Wei Qun, but Yuan Fangguo quickly said, "Brothers, let's take a photo with Brother Wei. Let him go to the locker room and rest."
"Okay, let's take a photo." The fan closest to the team quickly took down the camera hanging on his arms.
More than two hundred people were crowded together like a pot of porridge, and they were afraid of being left behind.
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Before leaving, Wei Qun patted Yuan Fangguo on the shoulder.
The hero was sent to the bottom of the stands with a rope.
Wei Qun bowed deeply to the stands again to express his apology, then ran into the locker room without looking back.
"It's not the team's fault. Before it became professional, we were always in the second division, and our level was not as good as others." An elderly fan sighed.
Another middle-aged man took over the conversation, "Results are not important. What we need is the passion and enthusiasm of the Bashu people, just like hot pot. But right now the team seems to have lost that spirit, which makes us fans angry."
The middle-aged man's words immediately resonated with the surrounding fans, and everyone started clamoring again.
The fans did not leave until the stadium's loudspeaker sounded, reminding them that the stadium needed to close its gates.
The moment they walked out of the stadium, everyone fell silent, which was a huge contrast to the intense and noisy scene inside the stadium before.
Yuan Fangguo and the others were not in a much better mood either. After watching the game, the four of them returned to Bashu University and had some quick food. They chatted for less than half an hour when Ma Yunfei received a message on his pager and he hurried away.
"I need to buy a pack of cigarettes." Tian Ying suddenly stood up and said, "I'll stay up all night tonight. You guys help me keep an eye on it tomorrow. I have to go back the day after tomorrow morning."
"So soon? Haven't you had dinner with Hero Wei yet?"
"The agency is urging me to go back."
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