Chapter 5 Black Ball Game

The football match in the slums of the North City of Marrakech is very famous.

Throughout Morocco and even the surrounding areas and around the Strait of Gibraltar, many rich people and speculators like to watch football matches here, just because there are no rules for football matches here.

Yes, there are no rules.

This football field can only be regarded as ordinary, and it can only barely hold a game. This is definitely not the reason to attract the audience. More importantly, there are referees in every game here, but there are no rules, no rules!

The reason for saying this is that in every game, the referee will almost always be the audience. He will not sentence anything at all. The only foul in the black ball game is handball, that is to say, both sides and all the players who participate in the game and the audience default that the players on the field cannot pass the football by hand and shoot.

This sounds really ridiculous.

Some people said that you can't use your hands in a football game. If you use your hands, you can use basketball or rugby. But in fact, this is already very good, because two-handed players can completely fight with their hands, and this is the point of the game, and football skills are secondary.

Under such a rule, the 'players' who participate in the game can be imagined. Most of these people are very strong low-level gangsters. They don't have formal jobs, they haven't entered school, and they are all poor people living in slums. And Don Jack. Li is one of them. The difference is that Don Jack's football skills are still barely good.

In the North City slums of Marrakech, there are several teams participating in the black ball game by default. Felix and Fair's teams are two of them, all of which are unregistered private teams.

Of course, it is impossible to register.

Every team that specializes in black ball games is privately formed. Most of these people are speculators and rich. They form a team to gamble, while generally speaking, gambling bankers are richer rich or gangster organizations.

The owner of the team has the right to participate in his own bankers, but the price is very high. Of course, after winning, the income is relatively much higher.

In fact, if you don't participate in the banker, all the profits and losses will be borne by other bankers, and the team owners can only get a small share of participation in the game. After paying the high cost of the players to participate in the game, even if the team wins, the relative income will become very small, and even win will Losing money, so few people will do it.

That's why Fatty Phil is so anxious. It's not a joke to play hundreds of thousands or millions of dirhams a game.

Felix and Fair are old rivals.

The two teams also have a small reputation in Marrakech. In Marrakech, when it comes to the black ball game in the slums of North City, most people can think of these two teams, because the two teams will be very 'good-looking' every time they fight, and there is also great danger in 'good-looking'.

Before that, Jack Don has always performed very dazzlingly.

Don Jack is not the best player in the team. It should be said that in Fair's team, he has never played very well. And Don Jack plays the black ball. First, he has a good body. Don Jack is very healthy. From participating in the black ball to now, no matter how the opponent plays, he rarely gets injured no matter how he falls down. The last time he was beaten by a group was really the first time.

The second thing is good football skills. At least in black ball games, such skills as Don Jack are rare, because most people rely on violence to play football.

But in the black ball game, although the technology is also very useful, it is difficult to mix without force. For example, the last time he was beaten by a group, Jack Tang can be said to have no power to fight back. Because he is a Chinese from afar and does not match with the black and white people around him, his interpersonal relationship in the team is not so good that he is beaten by the other party, and there is no one to help him.

Of course, these are no longer important.

For the current Don Jack, the important thing is to participate in the game and win the victory to earn more dirhams, that is, money.

In fact, as early as a week ago, the news that the Felix team was going to challenge the Fair team has spread all over Marrakech and even the surrounding cities. Many people came to gamble. Most people heard that Felix had invited some famous boxer Jones from Morocco, so they were very optimistic. Felix's team.

After all, the black ball game does not depend on skill.

But Phil still accepted the challenge, and he couldn't accept it.

In this kind of black ball game, if the challenged party does not accept the challenge, it will be difficult for Phil to play in Marrakech in the future. He will be looked down upon by other peers, and those rich bankers will also make things difficult for him.

There is nothing we can do. Even if we lose the game and lose a lot of money, Phil must accept it.

Fortunately...

"We have a chance." Phil, who was standing by the court and waiting, smiled, but there was a sense of confidence on his face. He said to a white friend next to him, "Jack is very good. He participated in a game last month and killed several people from the other party. I believe him!"

"Really? Phil, don't make me lose money!" The white man frowned and said suspiciously.

Phil patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ferson, when did I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes!" Just wait to win!"

Ferson nodded and looked at the path on the side of the court: "I hope so."

"It's coming, it's coming!"

At this moment, the people around him suddenly made a group of noise and whistles. Phil and the two looked up. A middle-aged white man with a beard came in this direction. That was not Felix. And Felix was followed by a black man wearing only a small vest. The black man's muscles bulged, which looked very difficult to mess with. I'm afraid it was the boxer Jones.

"Haha, Phil, you came so early, can't you wait to lose!" As soon as Felix came, he went straight to Phil, shook hands with him with laughter, and said with laughter.

Fell didn't care. A cunning smile flashed on his fat face. He politely shook hands with Felix and said, "Yes, wait to see you lose."

"Your joke is still so childish." Felix's face darkened and waved his hand to filter out the topic. He pulled the black man behind him and introduced, "Come and see, this is Jones. Look at this muscle. It's great!"

Phil nodded and joked, "Maybe it will be better to play with women in **!"

At this time, Jones raised his head and said proudly, "Of course, many girls like to spend the night with me. However, I won't show mercy today. I think you should prepare medical expenses for your people.

Phil's face remained unchanged, and he nodded with a smile and said nothing.

After Felix and others left, Ferson said to Phil, "What a rude boy."

"That's good." Phil pointed to his head and said meaningfully, "This kind of person is easy to deal with. I think we will win more easily."

Ferson looked at Phil doubtfully, and then turned his head to the direction of Felix. He saw Jones with an arrogant look and ignored a few temporary teammates around him. Such an expression was really unpopular.

But this seems to be a good thing for them?

Where's Jack? He won't be afraid. He won't come, will he?" Ferson hesitated.

The most important reason why so many people come to watch this competition is Jones, but Don Jack's last performance also attracted many people.

Before that, Don Jack was just an inconspicuous role in Marrakech. Although he was also a little famous for playing football, he was only a person in the circle who knew something about it. But the black ball does not rely on technology but on fighting. Even if he is a little famous, he is not expected by many people.

But it's different now.

The last time Fell's team participated in the game, Don Jack singled out several opponents and convinced the other party. This matter has spread all over Marrakech and the surrounding areas, so everyone is looking forward to Don Jack to participate in the game. Although they think that Don Jack will definitely not be Jones's opponent, The central figures of both teams are present, and the game is more interesting.

So, everyone looked at the path leading to the stadium.

"This guy may not come." Seeing that the game was getting closer, many of the winners of the Fairs were a little lost and resentful.

After a while, the game was about to begin. Everyone saw a yellow-skinned young man in a brown pony coat and a long-sleeved sweatshirt, walking steadily towards this way.

"Here we go! Here we go!" Phil was still talking to Ferson, and the crowd made such a voice.

"My God, it's finally here."

Seeing Jack Don coming this way, Phil also breathed a long breath. Just now, he was still promising Don Jack to come. He knew Jack Don and believed in the reputation of this young boy. But this time Felix invited Jones, he was really not sure whether Don Jack would be afraid to come, which almost meant that his side was going to lose.

"As long as you come, get ready to play." Phil talked to Don Jack enthusiastically, pulled him to ask for a short time, and then urged him to play.

In fact, it is only three minutes before the start of the game, and the players of both teams are ready to start the game on the court.

"Okay." Don Jack nodded and trotted into the court.

Almost everyone in the audience looked at the last player to be present, and the boxer Jones was no exception. He put his hands in his chest and imitated arrogantly. Jack Don just stood in place, and Jones came over and patted Jack Don hard on the shoulder and threatened, "Kid, what kind of Jack are you? Have you prepared your family for the funeral? With your body, you will definitely be killed by me.

Jack Don didn't respond. He turned his head slightly to look at Jones, looked at him carefully, and pinched his dark muscles as if he were studying. Then he slowly said, "You're not hollow here, are you?"

"What?"

"I mean, you barbarian are just a vain and strong-looking, but in fact you are an empty shelf." After saying that, Don Jack ignored Jones and turned his head directly to his own goal.

Jones didn't react for a while. After a while, he touched his forehead and pointed to Jack Don's back and cursed, "Bastard! Wait for me."

Jack Don waved his hand behind him and said nothing more.