ball at foot

"The game is over, won."

After watching the game, Beibei shook his sore neck, "I won, why aren't you happy?"

"Beibei, we should be watching the game now!" Zhang Jun said depressedly, "All the tickets were sent to us, Brother Zhang also said to go through the formalities for us! You stopped us So we can't go to the game! Do you think we'll be happy?"

"Is it important to watch the game live?"

"Very important!"[

The two blurted out almost at the same time.After shouting out, they were still afraid that they shouted loudly, but when they looked around, no one in the football bar noticed them, so they were relieved, but Zhang Jun still insisted, "That's the Champions League final What a pity that there are tickets in hand for such a competition, but they are not counted as tickets!"

"You're all fake football fans, why don't you watch it?" Beibei gave them a supercilious look, "Besides, there might be chances to watch it again in the future."

"How many times can a person play in the Champions League final in a lifetime? Nedved and Ronaldo have never played once. How do you know that Ning Zi will definitely be able to play in the Champions League final next year? And he went to Liverpool, Liverpool played Champions League final, is that possible?"

"What's impossible?" Beibei looked at them, "Don't you even have the guts to think?"

"But, that's Liverpool..."

"Liverpool's defense is good enough. Riise, Hyypia, Henchoz, Finnan, isn't that a first-class defender? Gerrard and Hamann's defense is also good enough, and Carragher can fill in. Their back The defense has always been good, the midfield is strong enough, but their attack line is not good enough, Irving is not strong enough, now that Ning Zi is gone, if he can organize the offense, he will naturally win."

Beibei's words left Zhang Jun and Li Ke dumbfounded.

"I thought you wouldn't watch football much after that happened." Li Ke hesitated for a while before speaking.

"I don't watch him play football much anymore, but I still watch others play football." Beibei added, "I find football still interesting..."

"Beibei, you are always unwilling to tell us what you think." Zhang Jun brought up the old story again, "You always say that you don't care, you don't care. Beibei, this is impossible If you were a woman greedy for money and fame, I would believe it, but with your temper, it is impossible to bear this resentment..."

"That's right, if you had no grievances, you wouldn't insist on not going to the game, and we wouldn't be able to go if you were dragged down..."

"I don't want to cause trouble." Beibei pouted, "I'm not going to watch the game live. What did I say when I saw that woman? It's for your own good that you didn't go. What did you say when you saw her?"

"Don't worry, I've almost returned my English to the teacher, and what are you talking about with the French girl?" Zhang Jun replied, "I don't bother to care about her, the key is what do you think? Can you bear the presence of your own man?" I've been looking for women outside, but I've never seen one."

After glaring at him, Beibei spoke, "It's fine to tell you this, but you mustn't tell Ning Zi."

Both Zhang Jun and Li Ke swore for a while.

"Actually, when I think about it, what I did a while ago was a bit too extreme. At that time, I was always afraid that Ningzi would become famous, and I would become his vassal. I would be nothing and would do it all my life. I am a housewife, so I always deliberately want to insist on myself, and now that I think about it, I was also wrong."

Zhang Jun blinked, "Then, you think you are wrong, so you forgive him?"

"Good idea! The reason why I think this is to correct it after I know it is wrong." Beibei shook his head, "In the final analysis, his nonsense is caused by my mistakes. I correct it, and it will be fine. This year I will go to England, and we can be together for a long time. After all, our relationship is deeper, as long as I am by his side, he will naturally look down on those women, and then, won’t it be all right?” Beibei recalled After a while, "I've met that French woman. She has a very good personality. As long as Ning Zi ignores her for a long time, she will leave by herself."

It turns out that's what you're thinking... Zhang Jun really wants to say something, watching Gong Dou too much hurts his body... But why bother to say more?These are not his problems anymore. How Ning Zi handles this problem is up to him. [

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"How do you feel?" After watching, Gerrard turned his head and asked Carragher beside him.

Carragher was still immersed in the game, and after a long while, he turned his head, "Aren't the levels of both sides of the game very high?"

This sentence made Gerrard laugh, "Do you really think we are at that level?"

"Defensively, we're not bad." Carragher replied, "But in terms of offense...we can improve."

"Jimmy, do you know what really touched me?" Gerrard spoke up, "Giuly missed three goals, and our little friend didn't blame him at all, but still comfort him."

"You mean he has a good temper?" Carragher laughed. "I thought you would look at his strength..."

"If you don't have the strength, how can you buy someone with 2000 million yuan, how could you fail?" Gerrard laughed. "I pay more attention to his character. It doesn't matter if a person's ability is weak, we can help each other, but character It’s a team’s business to have a problem, so we can’t ignore it.”

"Then what are your observations?"

"A person with a good temper." Gerrard thought for a while, "I didn't get anxious because my teammates didn't perform well, nor did I dive because I was fouled. I wasn't a madman or a softie. Isn't that good? Yet?"

"Your requirements for people are really simple." Carragher responded, "Depraved people are even more annoying."

"My requirements are not high. What do you want a saint to do? You are always like this, and you have a lot of doubts about others. Then tell me, what kind of person is the character that satisfies you?"

"It's a man." Carragher simply answered.

"What's this called? What do we want him to do with a woman's words?"

"I don't mean physically, I mean mentally." Carragher replied, "Stephen, have you ever thought that in the 80s, we won the Champions League seven times in eight years in England, and Everton and Tottenham won it all. Of the three major cups, Ipswich Town has won the UEFA Cup, Nottingham Forest can defend the Champions League, what is the reason?"

"The player's ability is better..." Gerrard said.

"In the entire 80s, England didn't even have a Golden Globe winner. Not only did it not have a Golden Globe winner, but it also couldn't find a few big-name players. Kevin Keegan won the Golden Globe by playing in Hamburg, but Hamburg was kicked 1:7 in the two rounds of the Champions League. His Ballon d'Or is worthless. Mr. Football is bullshit. We had no money and no one at the time. How did we play all over Europe? Damn What is it?"

"What do you think?" Gerrard heard that Carragher had obviously made up his mind, so he stopped guessing.

"The backbone of a man! From the bottom of our bones, when we are on the court, we are a group of men. This is passed down from the time when Shankly and Paisley coach! The group of Nottingham Forest is also a group of men, and they also have their own. Backbone, this kind of backbone, is the biggest reason why we can win!"

"This is just your opinion. After all, football is played by skill. Without skill, courage is useless."

"But without courage and skill alone, that's nothing more than a sissy trash." Carragher replied, "Like Michael, if you can't get results, the first thing you think about is not how to improve yourself, but how to improve yourself. Playing with other Ballon d'Or winners. If you can't beat the enemy and join the opponent, you can expect him to fight for every half of the ball? Can you expect him to fight for the ball? Team playing with an injury? Can you count on him to..."

"Jamie, it's time to let go, he's gone." Gerrard interrupted Carragher. [

"I'm just saying, we can't put our hopes in that kind of guy, what we need are men who can really play together."

"Jamie, talking so much is nonsense." Gerrard smiled. "What will happen in the future, we have to talk about it later. In the end, empty words are worthless. What's really going on, let's talk about it on the court."

"Stephen, speaking of which, Chelsea seems to be very interested in you, you won't leave, will you?"

"That's his business." Gerrard smiled, "But I'm only interested in Liverpool."

"Now, in the future, forever." Gerrard said softly, "I will only stay in Liverpool."