Prominence in Football Community

In a Sichuan restaurant that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, there are a few plates of home-cooked food on some greasy tables. On one side of the table is a pile of empty beer bottles, and on the other side are a few bottles that have just been opened. Gao Zheng and Zhao Ju sat opposite each other, each with a glass of beer in front of them. There were two thirds of the glass of wine in front of Gao Zheng, and Zhao Ju had already started to refill himself.

"I just said Brother Zheng, you won't give up your career dream! Ha!" Zhao Ju obviously drank too much, and his voice was much louder than usual.

Gao Zheng remained sober: "It's just that we can no longer play football together to make money..."

Director Zhao quickly waved his hands with exaggerated movements: "Hey! What are you talking about! Doesn't exist! It stands to reason that you don't give me a penny of the money, but you give me half of it every time, and I just give it to you." You can get half of the money for a few phone calls... How can there be such a good thing in this world? I know that you are not rich, and I know that you are helping me, a cripple..."

"Old Zhao!" Gao Zheng tried to interrupt Bureau Zhao.

But how could Bureau Zhao who drank too much be easily interrupted? At this moment, he seems to have a lot to say to Gao Zheng, perhaps because he knows that from now on, he and Brother Zheng will embark on two completely different paths in life, and they may never meet again. meet. So if you don't say those words now, you won't have the chance to say them later.

"Don't interrupt me, Brother Zheng. I'm just a lame man. I know that the knee of this leg will hurt when it rains..." Zhao Ju patted his right knee hard. "There's nothing to deny, and I don't think there's anything shameful about a cripple, it's just that finding a job is a bit troublesome... So it's Brother Zheng, you're helping me, helping you connect with a match and earning more than I usually earn in three days. I don't have many friends, Brother Zheng, you really treat me well, I know, I know it in my heart..."

"Old Zhao, you drank too much..."

"I know, of course I drank too much, how the hell would I dare to say these things if I didn't drink too much?" Director Zhao laughed, shaking his head. "I know Brother Zheng, you don't want me to think that you are sympathizing with me. I know Brother Zheng, you are taking care of my self-esteem. I am really grateful to you, Brother Zheng... But in fact, I never hope that Brother Zheng, you will always do this for me." Take care of me to play those games, really. Brother Zheng, you should not play that kind of football, professional football, Europe is where you should go! So now I am really happy for you, Brother Zheng...Really! "

"You are the most talented in our group of football players. Director Yang praises you every day. I still remember that when you first came, we all thought you were the son of Director Yang... Otherwise, why do you enjoy so many privileges? Later we found out, Brother Zheng, you are so awesome! Everyone is convinced!" Director Zhao gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up.

"You're not bad, Old Zhao."

"Me? Ha! I'm far behind you!"

"If you don't get injured, you can also play professional football."

Zhao Ju was injured in the youth team of the Dacheng Club, but in order not to lose his main position, he did not receive treatment in time, but continued to train and compete with the injury. In the end, the injury became more and more serious, leading to irreversible damage, such as Now not only can't continue to play football, but even walk with a limp.

Hearing Gao Zheng's words, Director Zhao smiled wryly: "I know my strength myself. Even if I am not injured and enter the professional team, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get out. Maybe it's the second Yan Qing, twenty I retired at a young age...Actually, Brother Zheng, I sometimes regret why I chose football...You said I spent so much time learning football, did I learn anything? What does what I do now have anything to do with football? It has nothing to do with bullshit! Driving around to deliver goods...My parents gave me this name, they didn't want me to play football...Why the hell did I want to learn to play football? I obviously didn't Talented in this area..."

Hearing Zhao Ju's cursing, Gao Zheng didn't know what to say.

In fact, Lao Zhao is a victim of football.

He did not enjoy any benefits in football, and the skills he learned did not allow him to find a job and support himself after leaving the green field. It can be said that he wasted a lot of time learning football. If he had gone to school or learned a practical skill, would his life have been completely different?

We always say that Chinese football is short of talents and the mass base is weak. But professional football is always at the top of the pyramid. At the feet of every professional player, there are losers and eliminated ones who are a hundred times his size. People only pay attention to the winners, but they are not interested in the fate of the losers, but the losers are also real people, they also want to eat, find a wife, and start a family... Who will be killed for them? Are you responsible for wasting more than ten years of youth?

Someone in the football circle asked how many Chinese parents are willing to send their children to play football, but why not ask the parents why they are unwilling to send their children to play football? Bet on your child's future to learn to play football. It's okay to play it well, but what about the vast majority of people who can't play it? Which parent is willing to let their children be the stepping stones and denominators of successful people?

Gao Zheng couldn't explain the big truths, but looking at Lao Zhao who was expressing his dislike and regret for football through the strength of alcohol, he still felt that there might be something wrong with our football talent training...

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Director Zhao didn't know how much he drank, but he was almost drunk in the end. He said a lot of things that he would never say normally, and showed a look that Gao Zheng would never see.

Gao Zheng paid for the meal, and helped him to go to take a taxi - Old Zhao must be unable to take the bus after drinking so much.

But as soon as he walked to the side of the road, Director Zhao suddenly heard a retching sound, then bent down and vomited out the contents of his stomach.

Gao Zheng quickly patted him on the back, Zhao Ju vomited one after another. When he finally finished vomiting, he wiped his mouth with his hand and rubbed it on his clothes.

"Are you feeling better, Old Zhao?"

"better……"

"Sit down and rest." Gao Zheng supported him, and the two sat on the curb together.

Evening wind blows, even though we are in the southern land, the December wind also makes people chill.

"Brother Zheng, I'm actually a little jealous of you..."

"Huh?" Gao Zheng glanced at Zhao Ju who was sitting next to him in surprise. He was lying on his lap with his head buried between his hands.

"If only I had your talent...I don't want to drive deliveries, I don't want to live like this...I still want to play football, I still want to be a professional player, earn more than I do now, live a better life Now the scenery... I don't worry about money or women. I still... I still like football... I don't want to be a lame..."

Zhao Ju said vaguely, his voice changed as he spoke, and finally he choked up.

Gao Zheng looked at his shoulders and shrugged.

Old Zhao cried.

But Gao Zheng didn't know how to comfort him. It's easy to talk about chicken soup, but it doesn't help Lao Zhao who is in trouble.

After Gao Zheng was terminated by AC Milan, he originally thought that fate was unfair to him, but after returning to China and meeting Lao Zhao, he realized that he was already very lucky, and fate was more ruthless on Lao Zhao.

It is said that happiness comes from comparison, but he doesn't want to be happier with Lao Zhao.

Gao Zheng, who didn't know what to say, could only hug Lao Zhao's trembling body with all his strength, to give him a little warmth on this cold winter night.

Cars passed by one after another on the road in front of them, and the sound of swishing was endless. Across the road is the bustling business district. The neon signboards decorate the night sky of the city with rich colors. There is a huge Christmas tree standing in front of the largest building in the complex, covered with colorful light bulbs. People entered the bustling area in groups, and came out with big bags and small bags with satisfied and happy smiles, and then stopped in front of the huge Christmas tree to admire the colorful lights on everyone's smiling faces. The colorful night scene is left behind by the mobile phone.

This is just a corner of the capital city of southern China. In this huge city, there are countless places so lively. In different places, there are similar crowds and hustle and bustle.

But the prosperity of this city has nothing to do with these two young people hugging and sitting on the side of the road.

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PS, I found out that I have two alliance leaders, among which "Tianyoushui" is the old alliance leader. Readers and friends who often read my books may also know it.

I'm sorry that I can't add updates to the leader now, I'm working hard to save the manuscript, and try to pay off the debt when it's on the shelves...

Thanks to the two lords who generously donated money, okay!