number one striker

Chapter 38 One of the reasons for the success of German football
"Since the new century, March 3rd has been designated as 'Team Activity Day' every year. The team will select some of the more popular players to come to Allen Middle School to spend a wonderful morning with the teenagers here." Tion led everyone to stand in front of the only middle school in Allen Town, and Caesar looked up speechlessly. What kind of shit event is this? !

What I hate the most are the puberty little guys. They are all arrogant and incomparably second-year-old. Either they look down on one or the other, and they are like the mentally handicapped period of life.

Spend a "good" morning with them?

Captain, you are out of your mind.

In addition to Caesar and Tion, there are Royce, goalkeeper Lenz, and central defender Niels Deling who scored in the previous game.

Caesar said weakly: "Boss, there should be enough people, I'll go back if I'm not needed."

Tion grabbed him: "You were appointed by Mr. Chairman, let me go, and don't gossip in front of them for a while, so as not to be complained by their parents."

Caesar said: "I'm a decent person. I've never been to a nightclub or anything. How can I teach children badly. But Niels, you have to keep an eye on him. I heard he's a lolicon."

Delin hurriedly defended, and Caesar found it a little funny with his pale face.

However, Western countries are still very strict in this regard. It is no wonder that Delin kicked Caesar bitterly, but he missed it and almost threw himself into the splits.

The principal Thomas came out to greet him in person. He and Tion were old acquaintances.

Caesar followed behind the two people who were filled with false smiles, looking at this place boredly.

"Why are you so lethargic?" Royce asked, and Caesar sighed: "It's boring, I really want to go back and play games."

Royce shrugged: "They're all full of energy, you won't be bored."

"But what's the point? I hate children of this age the most." Although Caesar himself was only 20 years old, he spoke as if he was already in his [-]s and [-]s.

After hearing this, Royce's expression suddenly became serious, and he said, "Luther, have you watched the UEFA Cup final in 2001?"

Caesar thought about it. He remembered that Liverpool had won the championship, but he really didn't remember which team they played against.

"I remember something like this."

"That game was Liverpool against Alaves, and the venue of the game was the Westfalenstadion. Kevin and I were both players in the Dortmund youth academy at the time. We were honored to be ball boys for the game and followed Alaves into the stadium."

This was the first time Caesar knew about this, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears.

"I wanted to be Owen's ball boy, but unfortunately I was preempted. So before the game, I could only stare eagerly at the great England golden boy at that time, but I couldn't stand beside him. The process of the game was very exciting. The two teams played offensive football. Unfortunately, because it was the final of the UEFA Cup, most people have forgotten that there is such a thing."

Caesar nodded. It is not easy for him to know who the winner is.

"After the game, I went to the player tunnel to see if I could shake hands with Irving. I waited for him, but unfortunately Irving was too excited at the time to notice my outstretched hand, and it just passed by like a gust of wind."

Caesar couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Royce was still so embarrassing.

Royce glared at Caesar: "Laughing fart, I was quite embarrassed at the time, so I had to pretend to slap mosquitoes. Just when I thought I might have missed the best opportunity in my life, Owen suddenly came back."

"Oh? Did he forget the trophy?"

Royce looked up at the sky, as if recalling something beautiful.

"He walked up to me and took off the jersey to me. It turned out that after returning to the locker room, Gerrard told Owen and laughed at him for running so fast that he didn't even want the fans."

"That's right." Caesar nodded.

"I'll always remember that line Owen said to me. 'Boy, you're as skinny as I was.'"

Caesar interjected, "Why do you remember such words?"

Royce covered Caesar's mouth and sped up his speech: "'So, you can only stand on that field if you work as hard as I did.'"

"At that time, I couldn't find my direction because I was too thin and pessimistic. I thought that I was not suitable for football. But since that day, I said to myself every day, 'Come on Marco! If Irving can do it, you can do it too!'"

"I think, if it weren't for that sentence back then, I would definitely not have embarked on the path of a professional player. Now it may be the student Royce, the carpenter Royce, anyway, it would not be the player Royce. It is precisely because Irving inspired me that I strengthened my dream and bravely walked to the present."

"You just asked me what the meaning of being here today is, and I can tell you with my own story now. A good professional player can own a mansion, a sports car, a supermodel, which is what he deserves. But at the same time, he must also assume corresponding responsibilities. That is to help young players with dreams to realize their dreams.

"Some of them may not be suitable for the football path, and we don't know who is the next Klose, Kahn, and Ballack. But there must always be someone who tells them that as long as you work hard, you also have a chance."

"Clubs and fans, players and fans, these are inseparable. Only with a good football environment can excellent players be cultivated. Only excellent players who know how to give back to the audience and give dreams to young players can cultivate the next generation. I think this is why we are here today, for the club, for the children who love football, and for the future of German football."

Royce faked coughing a little shyly after the long speech: "I'm sorry, I remembered the past, so I said a little too much."

"No, I think you're right." Caesar said seriously.

Royce's words reminded him of his homeland, the homeland of the High Chief.

China has a population of 14 billion, but there are no 11 players who can play football well.

This sounds ridiculous and absurd, but it is an irrefutable fact.

There are big problems in the system, but the failure of Chinese football is not all due to this reason.

There are many people who work hard for the club and do not work hard for the national team. I believe every fan who likes or once liked Chinese football knows why.

Perhaps, China is not short of good football seedlings, but lacks professional players like Irving and Royce.

"I suddenly felt that today is the right time." Caesar and the others followed the principal to the stadium, where two classes were having physical education classes.

"Then enjoy the 'beautiful morning' with them." Royce smiled, and several people stepped into the stadium.

(End of this chapter)