When I accidentally thought of this question, many memories hidden in the torrent of years came out of generate. I think of my football team. One evening many years ago, after playing football, we sat on the steps of the stadium drinking water and chatting happily. A row of old people walked across the runway. They walked together. The first time I saw this scene, the tacit steps and neat teams were all old men. Everybody be quiet and look at them. Then, for the first time, we talked about the fact that we are getting old many years later. We agreed that in the future, when we all reach this age, when everyone thinks that they have lived enough, we will all fall down on the football field and never wake up. Wolves, do you still remember our promise?

In that era of rampage, our names were eleven wolves.

Fragment 1: Team name

We met when bin Laden's name spread all over the world. Newspapers about bin Laden are all over the place, and the news that China football entered the World Cup is also mixed in those newspapers. There are two people in our class who seem to have no interest in bin Laden. They have the same surname, one is Zhang Jincheng and the other is Zhang Yongyang. We later learned that their ancestors were the same, and they were the first to liberate their hands. Their ancestors liberated their hands to make room for learning football.

Later, these two men became the founders of the class football team, and they paid different prices. The price of Yongyang is to get a nice nickname, called Shanpo Sheep. The price of progress is that we are overworked in organizational training, which leads to frequent cramps.

When we know that football can't be kicked by hand, we can't wait to challenge others. At this time, we found that the team lacked a team name. So everyone used their brains and came up with many strange names. As a result, everyone thought they had the best and wanted to use their own. After many days of stalemate, we wrote those team names on a piece of paper, handed out the paper during the evening study, and asked the whole class to tick their favorite team names.

The team I think of is called Eleven Wolves. The paper spilled all over the class and returned to Cheng Cheng's hand. I am glad to find that the "Eleven Wolves" have the most hooks behind them. But Jincheng found that I don't know who added the word "color" between "horse" and "wolf". To this day, we don't know why the girls tick there. Maybe it's because we really have color. Whatever the reason, our team name has been decided. In the days that followed, we were often busy explaining to other classes: "We are eleven colorless wolves, not the legendary sex maniac." When we were ready to fight with other classes, we found that a slogan was missing.

At that time, it was as red as bin Laden, and Cao Cao was always in our eyes. One day, we suddenly felt that the name "Cao Cao" was too unique, so someone drew a cartoon for Cao Cao and saw Cao Cao in the cartoon with his hands akimbo and shouting "Fuck" in the air. Everyone thinks that the word "fuck" is earth-shattering and makes people cry. That cartoon has to lose its front teeth twice. We finally decided that the slogan of our eleven wolves is: fuck!