Ender's Football

Sieghard hadn't had time to read his Instagram DMs when he was busy tidying up lockers in the locker room.

Like most goalkeepers, he is already close to 1.9 meters tall at this age and continues to grow taller, so his clothes always look unfit in a short period of time.

Today Sieghard is wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt, not an expensive luxury, but the kind of cheap things that are very common on the street.Unlike many boys, he has no interest in those fashion trends, and he usually doesn't care much about whether he is wearing a trendy brand or not.As for sneakers, he has a sponsor—Nike signed him after he became the captain of the German U17, signed a contract with him, and contracted his game shoes from then on.

Cohen was next to his cabinet. He had just taken a shower and came back to change his shoes with steam all over his body at this time. Seeing Sigurhard's fully dressed appearance, he winked at him, raised his chin slightly, and whispered Question: "What did Coach Vogel tell you to do just now?"

Sighard didn't hide from him, and whispered to him: "Mr. Sammer and Mr. Guardiola came to see me—they told me to go to Qatar with the first team."

"Wow——" Cohen opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide open. He wanted to let out an exclamation, but then he remembered that this was the locker room and there were other teammates around, so he suppressed the shocking roar. In my stomach, "—oh."

But this holding back was obviously unsatisfactory. Cohen pulled Sieghard's sleeve and lowered the volume, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice: "My God! Sig! Sig! You are going to Qatar too Already!"

He is sincerely happy for his good friend.Winter training in Qatar is Bayern Munich's winter repertoire in recent years. Germany's winter is relatively long and cold, so the Bundesliga's winter break period is longer than that of other major leagues. This period is called "winter break" .

Undoubtedly, being able to go to Qatar with the first team means that the team is going to let Sighard follow the first team—that is, Neuer and his goalkeepers are training together!That's the first team!

Sieghard was already excited, so he looked very calm at the moment, and he could pull Cohen's claws pulling his cuff away from his body, pretending to be calm: "It's nothing, Lucas and Gianluca also go."

"That's different!" Cohen's excited tone changed, and he began to ask questions like a cannonball, "Have you seen Guardiola? What did he say to you?"

Although Pep Guardiola has been in Munich for one and a half seasons, young players are still full of curiosity about this six-time champion coach who is not usually close.

Sieghard thought for a while and replied: "Mr. Guardiola can speak German, and he feels quite gentle when speaking. He just asked me some thoughts on training and didn't say anything else, Summer. Mr. Er and I talked more."

Of course, it would be a lie to say that he was unhappy. Sieghard's tone was calm, but the corners of his mouth could not restrain himself from bending upwards.

In the dressing room, he could still resist the urge to cheer, but as soon as he got home, he immediately revealed his true colors and shouted at the man pruning the branches in the garden: "I'm going to Qatar!!!! !!"

The man raised his head. It was a young man who looked less than 30 years old. He looked somewhat similar to Sigurhard, but it was completely different from the youthful vigor that Sigurhard gave him. The man looked straight and upright. Yes, very reliable.

—Of course, the premise is that he doesn't talk.

"Be sober, Sighard, I know this this afternoon," he raised his voice at the end when he spoke, and he was a little frivolous for no reason, and his expression was very rude, which made his correct facial features become ostentatious with him, "said Something I don't know."

Sieghard blinked his eyes and looked at him innocently: "Aren't you happy for me, uncle?"

His uncle - the man in front of him, who is also his manager, smiled perfunctorily: "Is that all right?"

Sieghard obviously had a good relationship with him, so he approached him mysteriously and said, "Then I have another piece of good news."

"What?" the man asked.

"I received a text message from Coach Cramer this afternoon," Sighard said cheerfully, "welcome me to the U20 youth team, and I'm going to the World Youth Championship next year!!! New Zealand!!! !!"

Hearing this, the man stared at Sieghard for a while, and finally couldn't help his smile.He raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes showed the same joy as Sigurhard. The uncle and nephew looked at each other and gave each other a strong hug.

"Congratulations, Sig!" he said, "I knew you could!"

"Of course I can!" Sighard's tone became more complacent. Since he knew that he was going to Qatar with the first team for winter training this afternoon, he was actually very happy in his heart, but he was worried outside. To be calm, he didn’t show off to others, and now that he’s back home, he releases all his suppressed emotions, making him speak with a complacent childlike tone, “I’m going to represent the German team in the World Youth Championship—— Coach Cramer said, I will be the best goalkeeper in his mind! And he will consider me as the vice-captain on the field! Also, you know, in the office this afternoon, Guardiola also asked me to participate Regarding the U17 European Youth Championship, Mr. Summer also said that I will train with Neuer! Neuer! Train together! Will he guide me? He will guide me! I heard that he is willing to take care of young goalkeepers Yes! I will..."

His small mouth kept babbling, which was a rare thing for Sieghard.

The man looked at him and couldn't bear to interrupt.

This child has been very mature since he was a child. When he was sent to their home by his parents when he was 5 years old, he already knew not to cry or make trouble, which made adults very worry-free. Later, he insisted on playing football and took the road of a professional player. Under the obstruction, he ran to sign up, recommended himself to scouts, and finally was really spotted by Bayern, and since then he has started the road to genius.

——But even if you are a genius, how can this road be so easy?

Sieghard has been injured too, bled on the pitch, got a big bag on the head during save practice, got a slight concussion from being hit on the head by a football... but the kid never preached about it, he was always a People go to the infirmary silently, digest these pains alone, and when facing others, he always puts on another calm and calm look, as if he is the wall that will always be reliable, no matter on or off the court.

"Sig," the man put away his cynical expression, stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and put it in front of the boy, "This is a good starting point, but it's far from your end point, come on."

With a smile, Sieghard also reached out and fisted with him: "Come on!"

After digesting his emotions in the garden, he took a deep breath and walked into the room.

But the mood is so wonderful, the usual ordinary objects have now become wonderful magic products that smile at him. Sieghard couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the German team and Bayern jersey, open Instagram, ready to post a post, showing off in a subtle way.

——thanks to social media, otherwise he would have wished to express his happiness to the birds outside the window.

He has not been on Instagram for a week, but there are not many people who follow him, and most of his private messages are advertisements and harassing messages trying to catch him.Sieghard didn't pay much attention to it. He glanced at it, and just as he was about to clean it up, he found that there seemed to be a serious message in the private message. It was very long, but there was a very familiar name in it.

He paused and clicked on the private message.

[Hi, Sighard, hello, maybe you don’t remember, my name is Ander, I am a youth player of Uwensburg U13, we met on the center court, remember?I remember how excited and proud you were when Germany beat Brazil that night.

I am writing this private message to ask you for help. Just yesterday, an agent named Jack approached me.Honestly, I don't feel like I need a professional agent right now, but he's such a glib guy that I'm not sure, either.He explained to me the difference between a professional agent and a parent's agent, and also explained his company (it's called Fantasy Sports Company, what an unscrupulous name), but my time in Germany is really short, and most of my friends around me are also the same. No research on this, and the fact that the agent was a relative of the chairman of Uwensburg, I didn't even know whether I should turn to the club for help - so, Sieghard, very presumptuously, I thought of you.You play for a big club, maybe you know more about this aspect, can you give me some advice and tell me what should I do now?

Sincerely, Ender. 】

Sieghard read the private message carefully, and then clicked on the user's homepage to take a look. Just yesterday, the user posted his first Instagram feed, which was a photo of three plasticine figures that were horribly pinched. , they seem to be engaged in a... space war?

In the lower right corner of the photo, the words "Helena gave Ender, autumn 2014" were written.

Only then did Sieghard be convinced that the other party was the boy he had met in Uwensburg.

He thought for a while, paid attention to the other party first, and then began to write a reply.

[Hi, Ender, of course I remember you, when we met for the second time, you wished me a smooth race, didn't you?Of course, the game really went well that day :)]

When he wrote this, he paused his fingers and felt that he was a little too disrespectful to Uwensburg, so he changed it and deleted the latter sentence.

[... I am very happy to help you on this matter, if you want my advice, then go find a professional agent.There are many benefits to having a parent agent, but a professional agent can only really help you if your parents don't have well-connected people in the field of sports. 】

[But I don't recommend you to sign with Fantasy Sports, this company...]

He hesitated for a moment, then ran out into the yard with his mobile phone, and asked his uncle, "Hey, I have a friend who was approached by the fantasy sports agent..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "How old is your friend? ——Shouldn't you be an adult? Fantasy sports are really recruiting talents everywhere these days."

Sighard squeezed the phone: "I want to advise him not to sign with fantasy sports, but..."

"But you feel that you can't give such a specific suggestion, because it is influencing other people's decisions?" The man completed the words for him.

Sieghard nodded.

His uncle laughed: "Oh, Seager, you are so kind. Sometimes it's not a bad thing to be seen by this kind of company. Although they cast a wide net on young players, they are still serious brokerage companies. , It’s much better than letting relatives and friends mess around sometimes—of course, we are exceptions, my job is sports brokers, unlike many parents, they don’t even understand the contract, so they dare to go Negotiated with the club."

"But...my friend is Chinese," Sighard said distressedly, "he said that the agent who contacted him was a relative of the chairman of his club, and the other party..."

"Chinese?" His uncle caught the key word.

Sieghard frowned at him, and he watched for a while, catching the light of interest in the man's eyes.

"You don't mean to...?"

"Sighard, how is he playing football?" His uncle immediately put down the flower scissors in his hand, and put an arm around Sieghard's shoulder, "If it's your friend, you can meet him on the field, play football The ball must be pretty good, right? Why don't you introduce me? I'm way better than the fantasy sports guys—but luckily, it's not too late, and you talk to me about this... my future client."

Sieghard felt that he shouldn't talk too much. He broke free from the man's arm and said with a headache: "I've only seen him twice! I haven't even seen him play football! But he was selected for Uwensburg U13, I think As an Asian player, that seems pretty good already?"

He turned his head to look at the man, and found that the other party was staring at his mobile phone. Sieghard immediately held his mobile phone in his palm, with a vigilant expression: "Do you really want to sign him?"

"Why not?" the man asked him back, "Bayern have always wanted to find a Chinese player to play for them in order to develop the Asian market, but there has been no player who can reach this level. If I can sign a player from the big eastern country A future star, his value will be limitless! Besides, instead of signing to fantasy sports and being with an agent who has just entered the industry, it is better to sign with me, Seager, who negotiated your Nike sponsorship for you? "

"You are really a standard businessman." Sieghard said calmly.

The man smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

He did not forget to remind Sieghard: "Remember to mention me to your friend. If he is willing to wait, I can go to Uwensburg tomorrow, no, today."

Sieghard: "..."

After so many years, his uncle still likes to perform dual personalities as always. The hot-blooded young man who just boxed with him has suddenly turned into a slippery Venetian merchant, which is really amazing.

Sieghard walked upstairs and continued to reply private messages to Ender. He deleted the part about fantasy sports and typed:

[I'm going to Qatar with the team next week. It won't be too timely to reply to private messages on social media. Can you give me a private mobile phone number?Maybe we can talk about it on the phone. 】

He didn't speak badly of fantasy sports, nor did he speak well of his uncle—it seemed too deliberate, as if he was trying to get clients for his uncle.

Sieghard planned to wait until he got in touch with Ender, listen to the other party's thoughts, and then make plans.

Of course, he didn't hold back and secretly put Qatar in the paragraph. This is a kind of secret and flaunting thought-forgive Sieghard, he is so happy, he can't wait to hint that he will see you now. Everyone who arrives will follow the first team to Qatar for winter training.

He put away his mobile phone, walked briskly up the stairs, and casually hummed a song that Allianz fans love very much: "I'mgonnaworkthestraw...AndI'mbleedingrightbeforemylord...*"

However, at this time, Sighard didn't expect that the little tune he hummed casually became a footnote on his training ground the next day, and he failed to talk with Ender in detail on the phone as he expected——

At that time, he had already lost all thoughts of communicating with the outside world.

"So Zarathustra began to descend." (Nietzsche)