Zhang Yide, Liangzhou's Nightmare

"Shaoxian (Huo Yi) and the others all want to see what their uncle can do. Could you show us?" Liu Shan pressed his advantage.

Lan Tian found it hard to refuse Adou. After all, he was the man who had introduced football to this world.

Seeing this, Lan Yuan stepped in to help. "Father is busy with government affairs all day and hardly ever goes onto the field. He's much older than most of us now. How could he possibly outrun you? He taught me all my football skills. Why not judge by watching me play?"

"Uh, Uncle Zilong is even older than Uncle..." Liu Shan pointed toward Zhao Yun at the back of the crowd and argued in a low voice, meaning that Zhao Yun was older.

The children had been so enthusiastic earlier that Zhao Yun hadn't pushed his way into the middle. Only now did he come forward.

"Gongsi, you're always giving me difficult problems. General Zilong is a peerless martial artist. Even the king says he's brave from head to toe. How can you compare your uncle to him?" Lan Tian deliberately furrowed his brow and pretended to be angry.

Zhao Yun cupped his hands and replied modestly, "Yun can charge into battle well enough, but when it comes to running around on a football field, I do fall behind the young people."

"I watched from the sidelines just now. You played with such ease. Why be so modest?" Lan Tian said with a beaming smile.

"These past two years, there hasn't been much military business, and the Crown Prince often asks me to come and play with him, so I've picked up a few football tricks. Just now, I was barely holding on out there. If we kept playing, I wouldn't have been a match