Chapter 158 The brightest light in the late Northern Song Dynasty (5.6K)
"Straight thief Ma Zeben, wouldn't it be over if you push the empty door early?"
Hear this warm and friendly greeting.
Xu Yun subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
The person speaking was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, short in stature and with a wisp of beard.
The clothing material is also relatively ordinary, and the whole person is ordinary, nothing special.
The scribe was standing about two feet behind Xu Yun. No wonder he could hear his words so clearly.
Seeing Xu Yun looking at him, the scribe felt that he had made a mistake and scrawled his hands towards Xu Yun to express his apology.
Xu Yun also smiled politely at him and didn't complain too much.
As a fan who has witnessed the battle between Beijing and Shanghai in his hometown, he has experienced countless fans' farce in later generations.
In fact, this is not outrageous in China, but some derbies abroad are so exciting that a large number of riot police are deployed, and sometimes they even cause riots.
In the final analysis, he was just a bit superior. Cuju had a strong atmosphere in the Song Dynasty, so it was normal for the imperial guards in Beijing to have some die-hard loyalists.
Therefore, Xu Yun didn't pay too much attention to this matter, turned back and continued to watch the game.
Seeing that the Beijing Forbidden Army he supported had lost a point, Zhang San beside Xu Yun was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning.
I saw him clutching Hakuma's ticket tightly and shouting with other fans around him:
"One base, one base!"
“Continue peace quickly!!”
In this depressing atmosphere, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army restarted the ball in the middle line.
Maybe there was an exchange after the ball was lost.
Compared with the previous transfers, the movements of the Beijing Forbidden Army were much simpler this time.
Standard full line pressure, wide opening and closing.
In just five minutes.
The Jingzhong Forbidden Army organized three attacks again, and got closer to the goal each time.
"Oh, just a little bit!"
After Mazeben failed to score a header, although Zhang San was a little upset, he couldn't help but feel a lot more optimistic:
"Brother Wang, if we continue playing like this, I think the Forbidden Army in Beijing will be able to tie the score soon."
But to his surprise, Xu Yun slowly shook his head:
"I don't think so."
After all, Zhang San is a child at heart, and Xu Yun has never shown much airs in front of him, so he immediately became unconvinced and asked:
"Brother Wang, what do you say?"
Xu Yun nuzzled the backcourt of Nu Jing's imperial army with his chin, pointed at several positions and said:
"The cooperation between Zuo Peng and Zheng Jie seems to be a bit unsatisfactory, especially Zuo Peng, who has repeatedly lost the ball when double-teamed by the opponent.
If the rest of the team hadn't filled in, the offensive might have ended long ago.
As for being coerced.
It seems that they are tall and powerful in defense, but they move very slowly. However, the Western Army's ball heads and players are extremely fast.
If the opponent focuses on Xiao Kuailing, I'm afraid there will be some accidents. ”
After saying this, Xu Yun shook his head, his expression not very optimistic.
The Zuopeng he refers to refers to the player who stands in the backcourt among the golfers.
His function is more defensive, but he cannot use his arms to block the opponent's players like a front and back guard. It mainly serves as a link between defense and offense.
According to the functions of later generations of football, about 50% of them are close to the nature of "midfielder".
Back waist, as the name suggests.
It's as important as a person's waist.
If your waist is straight.
The whole person can stand upright and move freely and quickly.
But if the waist is soft.
Then the whole person will become sluggish and even lose the ability to move.
In Xu Yun's opinion.
Zuopeng of the Jingzhong Ban Army seems to be a bit out of touch technically, which is often said that he cannot protect the ball and can only pass the ball in a hurry when he is pressed slightly.
As for the other one who is holding him hostage
This person reminded Xu Yun of the Niu Quayle of Manchester United in later generations.
He is tall, turns as slowly as 0.25 times the speed, and is said to be like an aircraft carrier turning around.
Therefore, when these two positions are combined, there is a possibility of pressing the ball from a high position and allowing the opponent to play the ball behind.
After listening to Xu Yun's analysis, before Zhang San had time to respond, a voice of admiration suddenly sounded from his side:
"What a quick little guy!"
Xu Yun took a look and was immediately happy - the person who made the noise was none other than the middle-aged scribe.
Seeing Xu Yun staring at him, the middle-aged scribe bowed his hand to him again, but this time his attitude was much more formal:
"This young master only spoke a few words, but every word hit the point. Please forgive me for making a blunder at the next moment."
Xu Yun quickly smiled and saluted back.
From the perspective of fans, it is a very comfortable thing in ancient and modern times for one's opinions to be accepted by passers-by.
The middle-aged scribe seemed to be interested in making friends with Xu Yun, and said:
"Dare to ask the public"
As a result, before he finished speaking, there was another burst of exclamations on the court.
I saw Gao Shu, the volleyball player of Jingzhong Team, just received the ball and was about to organize an attack, but two aggressive enemy ball throwers appeared in front of him. They looked like they were trying to overthrow you.
Seeing this, Gao Shu had no choice but to kick the ball to the backcourt, preparing to arrange the ball through Zuo Peng and Shen Wenyao.
However, just as the ball rolled toward Zuo Peng.
Several players from the Western Army sped up again and ran towards Zuopeng of the Western Army desperately, making it clear that they were going to close the door and attack from a pincer attack.
Beijing Zhongjun Zuo Peng was shocked when he saw this situation, and quickly transferred the ball to his forward who was farther back.
As a result, due to too much pressure, Zopeng's power and accuracy of the ball were wrong, and he had to turn around and chase to get the ball.
And in the stands.
Xu Yun and others who control the overall situation through the on-site perspective can see it.
At this moment, not far behind Zhengli, there was a blue figure running fast!
This person is obviously
Western Army ball head!
That is, apart from Mazeben, the only player who is qualified to attack the goal among everyone present!
I saw one fast and one slow, two by two, and the movements of the Jing Squadron were like an old cow chewing grass.
However, when he turned around and exerted his strength, he was overtaken by Xi Jun's ball head.
Another one-shot!
What happens next is simple.
The head of the Western Army ran wildly with the ball just like last time, and calmly scored with a low shot from the near corner!
2-0!
See this situation.
The audience in the stands suddenly burst into angry shouts and curses, and the emotions in them were even far greater than the first time.
“Blank!”
"Huang Bo, I'm so sorry for you! Have you lost all your strength?"
"Silly Bird Beijing Squadron!"
Beside Xu Yun, Zhang San opened his mouth weakly but said nothing.
He felt that the six cents he was holding down were slowly moving away from him.
"Hey, this young master, you really hit the mark."
The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, as if he thought of something again, and said:
"It seems that in this year's 23-way competition (the 24-way will not be available until 1106), the imperial army in Beijing has little hope."
Zhang San on the side heard the words and subconsciously answered:
"But the Jingzhong Cuiwu changed its coach last year, and I heard it was still a famous coach from Daming Mansion."
The middle-aged scribe glanced at him and sneered:
"The yamen of Cuju are probably to blame for the special officials. The special officials have many different things to do. How can I say that changing the soup does not change the medicine!"
"Guo Zizhi also told me: 'In the past, I, Hu Qi, was evil? I was the master of Hu Ben in Daming Prefecture! What good can you and others do?' How can I do Cuju now?"
"The tomb is arched and Shen Wenyao dares to do anything to Zuo Peng, how can he be able to do anything he wants?"
"Otherwise, the earthworm would wear a basin."
The scribe finally sighed and said somewhat pessimistically:
"We will lose to Daizhou, Dengzhou, Yue, and Fang La in one day, so we cannot turn back."
Xu Yun: "."
really.
No matter which era it is, the fans are always consistent in their comments
Then the Chinese scribe looked at the dejected Jingzhong players in the center of the field and said to Xu Yundu:
"I'm afraid that the Jingzhong team has no chance of winning today, but I'm lucky to meet someone who knows how to play. My surname is Zong Mingze, and my courtesy name is Rulin. May I ask the young master's name?"
"I'm Wang Lin, word. Um, wait?!"
Xu Yun was quite interested in this time-traveling golfer, but as soon as he introduced himself, his eyes suddenly widened:
"Wait a minute, what's your name, sir?"
The middle-aged scribe smiled indifferently. He thought that Xu Yun did not hear his words clearly because the scene was too noisy, so he repeated:
"I am Xia Zongze, whose courtesy name is Rulin. I am currently doing some business in Laizhou."
Xu Yun's breathing stagnated slightly, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked again:
"May I ask, sir, is he a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou?"
Zongze let out a sigh when he heard this, glanced at Xu Yun in surprise, and asked:
"Young master, have you ever heard of my humble name?"
Xu Yun's pupils suddenly shrank heavily.
Oh my god.
Oh my god!
I went out to watch a football match and met Zongze? ? ? ?
If we say that Wang Zhen and his son, who died fighting in Taiyuan and vowed not to surrender, were the twinkling stars in the dark sky in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
So Zongze can undoubtedly be called the supernova that exploded in the starry sky during the two Song dynasties!
Actually.
Somewhat similar to Wang Zhen, before the Jingkang Incident, Zongze was just an ordinary official who was suppressed by traitorous ministers.
He was a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou and served as county magistrate many times.
Although every time he went to any place and served as an official, he could benefit a place and achieve outstanding political achievements.
But before 1126, the highest official position was Dengzhou Tongpan.
But when the Jin soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, Zongze, who was in his sixties, seemed to be a different person and displayed his strong military talents.
In the winter of 1126, Jin soldiers besieged Bianjing.
Mentioned before.
Among the established troops, only Zhang Shuye led 30,000 Qin Wang.
Among the unorganized rebels, Zongze organized the largest civilian rescue force.
At that time, he led his troops to intercept the Jin soldiers' retreat and defeated them one after another along the way.
In 1127, he won all 13 battles against the Jin in Kaide, and defeated the Jin Wushu cavalry, the strongest of the Jin army, in Puyang without any defeat.
Later, the Jin people called Zongze directly as Grandpa Zong
However, Song Qinzong was cowardly and incompetent and surrendered to the Jin army in Kaicheng early in Bianjing. What can you say?
Later, when Zongze heard that the Jin soldiers were forcing Emperors Hui and Qin to go north, he immediately led his troops to Huazhou, passed Liyang, and reached Daming.
He wanted to cross the Yellow River directly, control the Jin people's retreat, and intercept the Hui and Qin emperors.
However, none of King Qin's soldiers arrived. Zhao Gou sent another letter, saying forget it, let's press B to return to the city first. If the big dragon and the little dragon are lost, just lose them
After Zhao Gou ascended the throne, Zongze sent more than 20 memorials, requesting Zhao Gou to return to the capital, but was always blocked by the treacherous minister Huang Qianshan and others.
Zongze had no choice but to garrison himself in Bianjing, and single-handedly mobilized a million rebels - this part of the rebel army was one of the main forces of the rebel army later formed by Yue Fei.
That's right, Yue Fei.
This famous national hero is also one of the talents discovered by Zongze:
When Yue Fei left Wang Yan's team in violation of military law, it was Zongze who stepped in to save him and asked him to perform meritorious service.
Finally, Yue Fei was trained into a famous anti-Jin hero in the Southern Song Dynasty and became his successor.
It's a pity that Zhao Gou, this weird teammate, only knows how to have fun. Zongze became sick with grief and anger because of being treated coldly for a long time, and developed malignant sores on his back.
July 29, 1128, was the last day of Zongze’s life.
Zongze, who was on his deathbed, did not say a word about his family affairs, and his words were all about the Northern Expedition.
He shouted "Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!" three times in a row and then died suddenly at the age of 70.
Just like a supernova explosion cannot completely illuminate the night.
Although Zongze burst out with the brightest light in his life, he still could not change the fate of the country.
All he can do is to use his own efforts to make that humiliating history no longer so dark
Think of this.
Xu Yun's chest rose and fell heavily several times. After forcing himself to calm down, he said to Zong Ze:
"Mr. Rulin, my junior name is Wang Lin, with the courtesy name Xiaochun. He is a guest of Duke Zhao's Mansion. I once heard his name mentioned by the master."
"Jun Gong Zhao?"
Zongze stroked his beard, recalled briefly, and said:
"Isn't it the prince's eunuch, Su Song, Su Zirong?"
Xu Yun nodded:
"Exactly."
Only then did Zongze understand, and said with some emotion:
"It turned out that I was Mr. Zirong's disciple. At first, Mr. Zirong and I met several times. I never thought that a few years later, Mr. Zirong would still remember me as his disciple."
Then Xu Yun thought for a while and asked:
"This junior has heard from the master before that Mr. Rulin seems to be an official in another place. I wonder why he is seen in Beijing today?"
When Zongze heard this, he shook his head with a gloomy expression and said nothing.
What Xu Yun didn't know was.
Zongze served as the county magistrate of Longyou, Quzhou more than two years ago. He had outstanding political achievements. According to the rules, he should be able to move up one level.
However, he had offended Wu Chuhou, so in the end all he was waiting for was to return to Beijing to issue an ultimatum, and was transferred to Laizhou Glue, where he continued to serve as a county magistrate.
That's why.
He came to Jucheng to watch the football match today. He wanted to relax and unwind, but he didn't expect to encounter a defeat.
While Xu Yun was chatting with Zongze.
There was another burst of angry curses from the surrounding auditorium.
Xu Yun took advantage of the situation and looked towards the field.
Sure enough.
3-0, still a point obtained through high post pressing.
See this situation.
Zhang San, who felt deeply that his career was hopeless, finally couldn't help it.
I saw him holding the ticket tightly, leaning forward vigorously, making a fist with his right hand and raising it high, shouting with the surrounding audience:
"Bad code, refund the money!"
"The thieves, the Beijing Army, are so damn unlucky!"
By the fence outside Ju City.
Zhang San kicked away a stone and followed Xu Yun with an angry face, mumbling:
"It's shameless to concede six goals. I think the girls in the hook bar are better than them!"
Not long ago.
After losing the third goal, the Jingzhong Ban Army completely lost their fighting spirit.
In the remaining time, the Western Army seized the opportunity and scored three goals from the ball head.
This battle between the two armies, known as a strong showdown, ended with a score of 6-0.
In fact, the reason why Zhang San was so depressed was not simply because he lost six cents.
As a generational servant of the Su Mansion, this is at most his money for a midnight snack.
He did the blogging before the game purely for the sake of having more fun and making the process more exciting.
But being charged several times at his home court made Zhang San very unhappy.
Based on today's performance, when next year's Cuju competitions take place, the Beijing-Central Forbidden Army will probably be at the bottom again.
Compared with Zhang San next to him, Xu Yun's emotions were not so complicated and seemed ordinary. Firstly, he has no feelings for the imperial army in Beijing, and secondly, it’s because he paid all his attention to Zongze
(End of chapter)