Ender's Football

Before pushing open the door of the chairman's office, Sieghard took a deep breath.

He had already prepared in his mind the draft of the scandal about being interrogated by the U17 national team, prepared his statement of responsibility and a sincere attitude of correction, and then he calmed down a little and pushed open the door of the office.

However, the scene behind the door still made Sieghard stunned.

The atmosphere in the office was not as serious as he imagined, and there was no one-on-one accountability. Rummenigge, Sammer, and Sighard’s youth team coach Vogel were all sitting in the office. Chat with a smile.

Sieghard bit the bullet and walked in under the watchful eyes of the bosses, greeted him very politely, and then asked softly, "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

"Sit first," Vogel pulled him to his side and told him to sit down.Seeing that Sighard was a little nervous, the U19 head coach patted him on the shoulder and said straight to the point, "Sig, don't be nervous, just treat it as a normal chat-you don't think we are because of the U17 thing Did I call you here?"

"Isn't it?" Sieghard blinked.

Vogel and the other two big shots laughed: "Of course not."

"Besides, that matter has nothing to do with you," Rummenigge said. He looked like a shrewd and capable person on the surface, but now he spoke in a warm voice, not very strong, "Si Ge, you are not their own, how can they decide what to do? You grew up here, everyone in the youth academy knows you are a good boy."

Sieghard finally relaxed.

If it wasn't for this reason that he came here today, then he couldn't think of any bad things—and seeing the relaxed expressions of the bosses, it might be good news.

"You've been doing well in training lately, Seager," Summer told him, who had been silent. "Vogel thinks it's time for you to enter a higher level of competition."

"Yes," Vogel answered, "We will lose one goalkeeper for U19 next season. Would you like to come over, Seager?"

"Of course!" Sieghard said in surprise.

"But we have to say something in advance," Vogel said again, "The goalkeeper is a very special position, and many times he lacks playing time, especially as the second goalkeeper, he always needs to wait for the best opportunity. Only by slack in preparation can we usher in our own opportunities. Do you understand, Sig?"

Sieghard nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Germany has produced many good goalkeepers, but not all of them can usher in their own highlight moments*.This location is what it is, there is always a long wait to kill time.Sometimes no matter how good the training is, the head coach will not let the second goalkeeper play when the first goalkeeper is healthy, considering the stability, running-in and familiarity of the team...

"You are not only our U17 captain, but also the captain of the national team. You have always been the core of the team," Vogel vaccinated him in advance, "but after you go to U19, you will be with someone two years older than yourself. Player competition - I'm not going to guarantee you a starting spot because he's also my player. It's brutal here and I want you to be prepared."

"I'm ready." Sieghard raised his head, and he looked at the three people sitting in the office. For the first time, he showed his smile here, confident, and a little shy as a teenager, "Although I don't I've dreamed about what it's like today, but I believed very early on that one day you're going to take me to a higher level."

*

The Uwensberg Children's team started training at three o'clock this afternoon.

Li Mei picked up Ander from the language school, and then drove him to the Uwensburg training base.

"You learned to drive?"

On the way, Ander suddenly asked.

Li Mei glanced at him through the rearview mirror. The child sat in the passenger seat in a well-behaved manner, wearing a seat belt, and looked out the window unnaturally when talking to her.

She couldn't help feeling a little bitter in her heart.

If Stanzel was driving now, would Ender turn his head?Probably not, they can probably happily chat about football and school-related topics... Stanzel is a very good man, Helena loves her father very much, even after Ender came to this family, the closest thing is The only Stanzel not related to him by blood.

This shows that their mother-child relationship is extremely awkward.

Li Mei knew that she had gone too far when she got divorced, and she had never seen An De, so the child is not willing to get close to her now. She is a ruthless and indifferent mother...

However, she really didn't know how to explain to Ender what happened back then, and she didn't know how to get close to her son again now.

"Yes, I got the driver's license last year." Li Mei could only try to soften her voice, "I had a little problem with the driver's license test, but fortunately I passed."

"I remember you were afraid of driving," Ender said again.

If it wasn't for being on the road right now, Li Mei wanted to stop and touch An De's head, but because she was driving, she could only stop this movement, and explained to An De seriously: "I'm afraid of going on the road because I feel that I can't react well. Flexible... But Stanzel encouraged me, he said that as long as you try it, you will know, and the results that people preset for themselves before trying are often incorrect."

These words fit Li Mei's experience very well.

Ander didn't respond any more, and silently watched the scene outside the window as he galloped backwards.

The size of Uwensburg can only be regarded as a small city in China. Li Mei drove steadily, and they arrived at the training ground soon.

It was not the first time An De came here. Li Mei watched him enter the locker room of the training ground familiarly, changed into his own equipment, and then bounced out to warm up.

U13 and U15 are training on this field this afternoon. The U15 boys are generally taller, and some of them have grown to 1.7 meters. Most of the U13 boys are also taller than Ander. He is the shortest among them, and only a few days ago was about the same height as him. The little curly hair I've seen.

Ender remembered that his name was Nathan.

"Good afternoon, Nathan." This is a German he just learned today.

"Hello." Nathan also greeted him friendly.

Both of them are foreigners. Nathan can speak a little German, while Ender is still at the stage of not understanding. After looking at each other for a long time, they can only stay at the level of greeting each other in embarrassment.

In the following communication, Nathan could only make gestures with his hands, and Ender guessed what he meant with a confused face, and the two of them were unable to communicate further.

Another boy next to him couldn't bear to watch their chicken and duck talking, and started to translate beside him.

"What Nathan just wanted to tell you is that the coach will be here soon, let's warm up first." He said in English.

Ender finally understood, and thanked Nathan and the boy: "Thank you."

"It's nothing, my name is Grande." The boy introduced himself. His accent had a strong German taste. Ender also guessed at times, but he finally understood it.

"Ender." He pointed to himself.

The three boys start warming up together.

Other U13 teammates came over one after another.Nathan's popularity is obviously very good, this little curly smile greeted everyone happily, while Grande was more aloof, just nodded to his teammates.

Ander next to the two of them naturally aroused everyone's curiosity, and people kept looking over.

At this time, the head coach, Mr. Tierner, walked over cheerfully.He was a fat old German man with graying hair and a little beer belly, who looked like the most ordinary old man you'd meet walking down the street.

Ender was a little surprised and took a few more glances.

Tierner immediately spotted the new kid on his team, and asked with a smile, "Are you Ender? Burton said you're a little genius."

He also speaks German, of course.

Ender looked bewildered and only understood his own name.He guessed that the other party might have asked him if his name was Ender, but he couldn't be sure, so he looked at Grande as if asking for help.

"The coach asked if you were Ender." Grande helplessly acted as an interpreter for Tierner and Ender.

"I am," Ander nodded heavily at Tierner, and then introduced himself, "I am Chinese."

Tierner smiled and asked him to introduce himself to the other children.

This training was open. Li Mei stood outside the barbed wire and watched. When she saw her son and the head coach looking at each other but couldn't understand what the other was saying, she began to feel a little uneasy.

This anxiety began to become more obvious in the subsequent training.

Mr. Tierner is 60 years old this year, a native of Uwensburg, and his German accent even has local characteristics.And Ender obviously couldn't understand what the coach was saying at all. Every time the coach gave instructions, he could only observe the movements of his teammates around him and then imitate them.Or he could only turn to Grande, who was the only one willing to translate for him.

But neither Grande nor Ender is a native speaker of English - Ender's Russian is much better than his English - and sometimes both kids can't get it right when they speak English, and Grande doesn't know how to translate What the coach said, and Ender didn't know if the translation he heard was correct.

Li Mei was a little anxious. She paced on the sidelines, keeping an eye on the situation on the training ground.

During the one-hour training time, Ender and Mr. Tierner did not understand each other, and it was obvious that the U13 boys in Uwensburg also showed a certain strangeness to Ender, except for the little curly hair With Grande, no child took the initiative to say hello to Ender.

Li Mei sighed.

What happened in Moscow before resurfaced in her mind