The Football Journey After Soul Shifting

"I pray for health to be attained; God to make me weak, that I may obey. I pray for strength to do great things; God to give me a weak will, that I may do better things. I pray for authority to inspire praise ; the Lord sent me to be weak so that I could feel my need for the Lord..."

A pious prayer was transmitted to the ancient city of Naples through the condensed and thick air, with a thick and firm voice, as if it had been precipitated by thousands of years of historical faults. . .

"Because you can do nothing without me."

The sound of prayer comes from the church of San Nirenzo in the center of Naples.There, several devout Catholics were worshiping.God can testify that Catholics never think wildly or look around when they are praying, otherwise their prayers will not be effective.Therefore, Niko Shanna shook her curly and fluffy black hair, forcing herself not to worry too much.

"God will bless him," thought Shannah, and she closed her brown eyes and began to pray.

She had been here for half an hour since just now—devout Catholics are always so serious, they always think that God will bless all they pray for.

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The Church of San Nerenzo can almost be regarded as one of the most famous Catholic churches in Italy. In the past, it was the most dazzling social center of Naples. The past few streets were the Nuofo Castle, which represented the great Renaissance.After turning another corner from the Nuofo Castle, a row of densely packed new buildings stands, which is the pride of the Neapolitan people, the Naples Club (er).

Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang for the end of the prayer and flowed around along with the five-color streamer. Shanna straightened her satchel, stood up, walked out of the Church of San Nirenzo, and got into a black limousine.

Not far away, the largest office building of the Naples Club is where she is going.

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Sports journalists from all over Italy gathered at the entrance of the Naples Central Hospital. They lined up at the entrance of the hospital, waiting for the hospital to release Mariano Arini’s injury report-for a player in the second division, It is indeed the pomp of a king.

Everyone present hoped that the hospital could bring them good news.

Scoglio held a test report and frowned slightly.

"A slight contusion of the ankle bone, internal bleeding occurred inside the ligament, hemorrhage and swelling in the joint space of the ankle..."

The doctor pointed and explained: "This is a normal phenomenon after the ankle ligament is impacted. You know, the ankle is one of the places where the nerves, ligaments and blood vessels are densest in the human body. If the ankle is pulled up—hey, then It will be a lot of fun. But you can rest assured that the boy will not die with us. We are the best sports injury specialists in Naples..."

To be honest, he looks very much like a don juan who talks too much in a drama.

"You guys are really unreliable." Scoglio interrupted the doctor's bragging, "I know Mariano won't die, he just hurt his leg—how sure are you of curing Mariano?"

"99%. We are the best sports injury specialists in Naples." The doctor said again shamelessly, "Actually, we only need to do a small operation, wrap it with gauze, iodine, and cotton, and wait patiently for a period of time. It can be cured - of course, the hospital bill will still have to be paid."

Koglio's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, looking really serious.

"It's really a money-sucking human salamander." Scoglio said in his heart.

"How long is it estimated to be recuperated?" Scoglio asked.

"He's going to be walking around pretty soon, but he won't be able to participate in intense competitions in a short period of time. If he is to fully return to his previous physical condition, he will need a month - of course, this is his physical recovery. It depends on the ability. For example, a weak mouse needs a year, while a strong elephant may only need a month."

For Scoglio and Napoli, the news is neither good nor bad.After a month, it is almost the winter break.With full play and full calculation, Liu Wen can still participate in two games before Christmas.

"A month is not a long time." Scoglio asked himself in his heart, "The question is, can Naples last this long? God knows, will Nardi sell Mariano during the winter break?" Lose……"

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The old coach lowered his head worriedly. To be honest, he was a little worried about the team's prospects in Serie B.After the end of the season, the best prospect is of course to keep Arini and lead the team to Serie A.But as far as the current situation is concerned, it is more likely that the team will go bankrupt and be directly relegated to the C[-] League.Berlusconi's decree to protect football is about to fail to protect them - this decree was challenged by UEFA a few days ago, and johnson announced that he wanted italy to repeal the decree.

This also means that if you don't get enough points before the winter break to attract more banks and investors, next season, people will only see the Naples team in the C[-] League.

"May God bless Naples." Scoglio shook his head, shaking his silver hair, trying to focus on the work in front of him.Two days later, the away game against the 'Red Bulls' in Turin was a rare battle for Naples.

"Can I meet Mariano?" Scoglio suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "I have some good news to tell him."

"Of course." Don Juan seldom said a good word at this time, "He is lying in ward 2204, remember to close the door when he comes out."

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Liu Wen was lying on the hospital bed, and he had been lying on the bed for a whole day.

The sudden change from extreme movement to extreme stillness made his body extremely uncomfortable.To make matters worse, he found himself feeling homesick.

Man may be such a contradictory creature.Under the light of the halo and glory, all troubles and sorrows can be hidden deep in the mind, as if nothing happened.But once in trouble, all the negative emotions will surface in unison.Like a poisonous snake, it bit his heart fiercely.

In the impression of childhood, there has been no mother at all.

"And then, you're eight years old, you're a big man already! Do you understand? So now get me a good ball and come with me to the lawn!"

His father kicked the ball at him so fast that he couldn't get out of the way, so he had to catch it.However, he immediately discovered that this little black and white thing felt unexpectedly good in the hand, soft, dry, warm, and seemed to have a bit of father's taste.Father used to be a very good football player.

"Do you know what to do next?"

Liu Wen shook his head, but did not answer.He hugged the football tightly, desperately feeling the heat in the ball, but he really didn't know how to kick it.

Father reached out and snatched the ball, and put it on the ground, he just looked at it blankly.

"Football is for kicking." Father pointed to the goal on the lawn. "The sole purpose of playing football is to kick the ball into the goal in front of you—do you know how to kick it?"

He shook his head again.

"Keep the ball under your feet, get as close to the goal as possible, and then kick it hard." The father took the ball and ran a few steps, trying to shoot the goal.For as long as he can remember, his father's leg has been a little bit lame, so he missed one kick.Liu Wen wanted to laugh, but couldn't.Because the father's expression looks strange and sad.

"Hehe, hehe. The grass is a bit uneven. Little boy, watch out, the ball should be kicked like this." The father stood up with great effort and picked up the ball, but he couldn't catch up with the ball even though he was crippled.

He was sure he wasn't laughing, but the father's face looked sadder than being laughed at by his son.He didn't understand why his father was sad.

"Let's go." Father said flatly.

Liu Wen habitually turned his body sideways, and the numbness from his ankle made him feel as if he had suddenly aged a lot.In this empty, dark, and lonely hall, there seemed to be many vortices of air suddenly, and the hum of the vortexes was very similar to the sound of the audience shouting for him at the St. Paul Stadium.He tried to respond, but an ankle injury kept him from getting up.Immediately afterwards, the shouting changed to a shrill hiss, as they all do to people with a broken leg; and suddenly the hiss became the voice of the father, who said to himself, "Look, little boy!" , the ball should be kicked like this."

He seemed to see once again the embarrassment of his father kicking the ball away! !Everything, end! !

Of course, he didn't hear any sound, and his father was not here—his father died of illness when he was eight years old, and he was raised by his uncle.And he is not the kid who didn't know anything back then. Since his father died, he has been practicing ball crazily, practicing like crazy.He smells his father in football!

When he scored his first goal, he was desperately looking forward to the next one.He scares all defenders - despite playing in midfield, he scores more goals than strikers.

But in Italy, he realized his wish, he was like a terrible dinosaur, trampling those self-proclaimed strong defense lines everywhere.

He thought he was very happy, very happy.He's convinced he's a natural goal-scorer and a natural dominator, although off the pitch he appears humble and easygoing.But he knew that there was a seed of true pride buried in his heart—but now, he could only lie on the bed with his injured ankle.He remembered the strange, sad look on his father's face.

He realized that he was actually terribly weak.

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In Naples in November, the sun is still shining brightly, but it cannot pass through the thin curtains and reach the room.

In the lonely darkness, this 17-year-old foreign boy no longer had the heroic figure of destroying the city and destroying all the defense lines on the field, and burst into tears alone.

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