Ender's Football

It’s snowing heavily in Munich today, and goose-feather-like snowflakes cover the road on Sebena Street, and the biting cold wind carries small snow flakes, falling on the people who come and go in a hurry, on their temples, and on their shoulders .

But no one cares about this anymore, everyone turned their heads towards the edge of the training field surprisingly unanimously, everyone had expressions of seriousness or pity on their faces, even the U19 players who usually like to laugh and laugh the most They have already stopped all the movements in their hands, looking around with a little nervousness in their eyes.

"Be careful! Don't worry!" someone shouted.

"Tell Sighard not to move! Don't move him! Wait a minute, the team doctor will be here soon!" Another voice rang out.

Sighard, who was surrounded by them, sat there blankly. At this moment, he could no longer hear what people were saying in his ears.

The huge overwhelmedness was like a lightning strike that suddenly descended from the nine heavens, hitting his heart heavily. He felt as if someone had tightened his current senses, and he was shrouded in an indelible chaos. This chaos Covering the sun with clouds, terrifying and frightening, blurred the connection between the whole world and him in an instant, making him like a lonely ghost, wandering in the empty wilderness, no matter how difficult it is to find the door to life.

Sieghard didn't know what was wrong with him.

If he could know, maybe he wouldn't have to sit on the turf of the training ground like this, waiting for the noise from the outside world to wake him up.

——But he doesn't really want to wake up, if this is just a nightmare of his, then let life punish him with dreams as much as it wants, instead of using everything in... reality.

He gripped his trousers tightly with his fingers, his fingertips touched the fabric, and his soft fingertips rubbed against the fabric with an itchy feeling—how could such a real touch be a dream?

Sieghard thought desperately.

An hour earlier, he and Cohen had been swapping jerseys in the locker room, talking and laughing.

They chatted about the weather in Qatar and about the upcoming training trip. Sieghard said he could bring Cohen a gift from Qatar, and Cohen thought there should be nothing easy to bring on the plane.The two argued about this for a while, and then talked about the coach Kramer of next year's World Youth Championship. Cohen mentioned the Bochum youth training. The coach is Kramer, who has accumulated some fame and reputation in the industry. He was favored by the German Football Association and asked him to serve as the head coach of the U17 World Youth Championship and lead the youth national team to New Zealand next year.

"I like him." Cohen said, with a longing look on his face, "Kramer is really a trendy coach. I don't know if you have seen his previous tactical experiments in Bochum. They have already started calling him Little Guardio. pulled!"

"We have a real Guardiola here," Sighard said, still pointing in the direction of the first-team training ground, "Here, that's right there, he's been standing there every day lately, rain or shine, and I heard from the club administrator that Mr. Guardiola often works overtime in the office to study tactics, if you really like it, you can go to the camp every day and impress him with your love for tactical experiments.”

"Wow, why do you call me such a stalker? I just like the temperament of them!" Cohen yelled, "Don't you think that this kind of tactical head coach is particularly... How should I put it, it is Is it a college atmosphere?"

"Then your taste is quite changeable," Sighard complained, "You told me before that you like the passionate type of coach Klopp on the sidelines."

"This is not a conflict, hehe," Cohen smirked, "The essence of human beings is muqiang, and I just like a strong head coach!"

"What about Mr. Vogel?" Sieghard raised his eyebrows.

Cohen was tight-fisted: "Of course it's my favorite!—after all, my life and death are in Mr. Vogel's hands."

Sieghard laughed at him.

They chatted for a while about the latest pop.

Sieghard doesn't know anything about it, he still lives in the era when "baby" is sung on the streets, and Cohen is obsessed with niche bands, rock, rap and goth, and chats endlessly about these, West Gerhard's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he could hardly hear what he was talking about.However, Cohen's topic attracted other people in the locker room. Several teammates came together to share their playlists, and the atmosphere in the locker room was very happy for a while.

Then someone started to congratulate Sighard, and everyone talked about returning to Qatar. Everyone's eyes were full of admiration, and Sighard smiled low-key and reserved, and generously accepted his teammates. Congratulations, I humbly said that I hope I can study with Neuer.

——The position of goalkeeper is not as competitive as other positions. Everyone knows that Sighard only trains with the first team at most. Neuer's position in the first team is as stable as Mount Tai. The second team also has its own goalkeeper. Without accidents, it is basically impossible for Sighard to be transferred, so no one has emotions like jealousy.

After changing jerseys in the locker room, it was time for regular training.

Coach Vogel was waiting for them outside the practice field.

These boys have been training together for a season. Coach Vogel is not a particularly strict person. On the contrary, he is very talkative and takes good care of each of the boys.The boys reciprocated, everyone liked Vogel, everyone was willing to play for him, everyone was very obedient during training, and no one made trouble.

Sieghard is naturally one of them. He completed the warm-up and save practice step by step according to the usual routine training arrangement.

In the middle of the practice, coach Vogel walked up to him and greeted Sieghard in a good mood.

"Hi, Sig, good morning!"

Seeger was pressing his legs, and immediately turned his head when he heard this, and smiled slightly at Vogel: "Good morning, sir!"

Today's weather is relatively gloomy, with a little snowflakes floating in the sky, and the floor heating is turned on on the training ground, which melts all the falling snowflakes, only some snowflakes are still stubbornly hanging on people's bodies, resisting falling back to the earth, and then melted by the heating system.

Vogel found that there were snowflakes hanging on Sighard's eyelashes, so he couldn't help laughing. He patted his eyelashes for the boy and joked: "Sighard, the weather is so cloudy today. If there is anything brilliant to say, it must be your hair."

Sieghard switched legs and continued to press, and joked with the coach: "You have said so, if the searchlights are not enough, I am willing to cut off my hair and give it to Mr. Lynch, the equipment manager."

Vogel laughed.

"By the way, Sig," after laughing, Vogel talked about going to Qatar with Sighard again, "last time you went to see Mr. Sammer and Mr. Guardiola, did they tell you, Did you train with Manu in Qatar?"

"Tell me!" Speaking of this, Sighard's voice became brighter, and his blue eyes looked at Vogel brightly, obviously he couldn't be more satisfied with this arrangement, "Guardio Mr. Ra said, I will be with Mr. Tapalovich and Manu then!"

Tapalovic and Neuer are very good friends. He used to be the goalkeeper of Schalke's second team. Later, when Bayern signed Neuer from Schalke, for Neuer's wish, they put At that time, the retired goalkeeper, who was only 32 years old and had no league coaching experience, was also signed back together, making him the team's goalkeeper coach.

Sighard was looking forward to the next training, and Vogel patted his shoulder with a smile: "Then do it well, Sig!"

"I will!" said Sieghard firmly.

After the warm-up was over, Vogel began to arrange group matches according to the plan. He asked Sighard to be the captain of the red vest group and gave him a complete set of main guards for this season. All the main offensive players were placed in the opposite blue vest group.

This grouping is quite interesting, the players' attention was mobilized at once, Sieghard raised his hand to signal the teammates of the red group to surround them, discussed a little how to play and how to defend, and then started confrontation training.

This is really just an ordinary training match. It is no different from the hundred or ten training matches they usually conduct. No one fouls maliciously, and there is no particularly serious conflict. Everyone knows that the group confrontation is for the coaching staff to train the players. Therefore, most of the players are concentrating and going all out to try to perform better so that the coaching staff can take a fancy to them, and then try to start the game in the next official game.

Sighard naturally thinks so too. He is competitive and has always been a recognized team leader. The captain's armband has been worn from the club to the national team.Therefore, although his position is more stable than others, he is also relentless, bouncing around in front of the goal, putting his full attention on the field, trying to fight for a goal.

The bad is here.

The frontcourt of the opposite blue team is their main lineup, which is stronger than the frontcourt of the red team, and the midfield is also slightly better, so the red team's goal soon became turbulent, making Sieghard tense The muscles on his body are always ready to make a save.

In the second attack of the blue team, the blue team forward Stolz dribbled the ball, bypassed the back line, and hit the goal straight. Shoot - but! ! !This time, the vigorous volley failed to hit the football. In front of him, Sieghard had already attacked!

He was wearing a red vest, which should be more eye-catching logically, but Stolz was all focused on his right foot and the football at the time, and Sieghard was even more in order to block his shot angle, throwing the ball away. Exposed his body, fell to the ground with a shovel, and poked the football with his toe!

It was still snowing, and the floor heating was turned on before the training ground. Many snowflakes melted into water, and the ground was a bit slippery.

Stolz could no longer hold back his vigorous right foot, and Sigerhard was also pushed forward by the wet grass——

"boom!"

Sieghard's right leg hit the blue team forward Stolz, and the two hit each other hard!

There was a loud bang, the football was scooped high, drew a white arc in the air, and landed on the outside of the field.

On the court, Sieghard had already covered his knees and fell to the ground. He was lying on his side with a painful expression.And Stoltz also tripped and fell on the turf, and was struggling to support the ground with his arms, trying to get up.

Stoltz was hit hard by that shovel, and he cursed inwardly as he fell.

——To be reasonable, this is just a training match, why is Sieghard so desperate?Just to show that he can train with the first team?Please, the training is not a major competition that requires the life of the three armed forces. Fortunately, I am strong and strong, and there is no problem, otherwise...

Stoltz muttered in his heart, while propping up his body, he slowly stood up.

Before he finished complaining in his heart, he looked up and found that many teammates were surrounding him. Coach Vogel was also walking towards this side quickly, with a gloomy and serious face, and he seemed very angry-wait, how could the coach be like this? angry?Indeed, this is a dangerous move, but it is not necessary...

Stoltz sensed something was wrong and turned around slowly.

He had already gotten up, but Sigurhard was still lying on his side on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose onto the turf, hugging himself The hand on the right leg was shaking uncontrollably.

"Sig!" It was Cohen who rushed up.

"Sig!" More teammates also came over.

"Sig! Are you all right?"

More and more people gathered around, and the club's physical therapist had already heard the sound of sticking his head out of the window of the infirmary. Vogel walked faster and faster, and every step seemed to be filled with soaring anger, stepping heavily on the ground. On the ground, it seemed that the turf was the culprit of the collision.

"Cohen! Don't worry, don't touch Sig! Let the team doctor come!" Someone was already shouting.

A physical therapist rushed out of the office, ran back as if thinking of something, and asked loudly, "Do you want a stretcher?"

When he said this, all the U19 players around Sighard trembled.

Cohen's expression looked the saddest, his brows were already knit into a ball, and he squatted next to Sieghard who fell to the ground, watching his friend's body shaking slightly on the turf, but his hands were hanging in the air, He didn't even dare to endure it.

"Dude," Cohen asked tremulously, "are you still awake? Are you okay?"

Sieghard didn't seem to hear his voice, his eyes were still closed, and his expression looked very painful, which made everyone around him tremble with fear.

Finally, the team doctor Hansel ran over carrying the medical kit like a wind.

As soon as he arrived, the crowd immediately made way for him like a sea of ​​Moses, and all eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his sentence.

Hansel was also a little shocked when he saw Sighard like this. He took Sighard's hand off his knee in a comforting manner, and stroked Sighard's hand up and down with a softer force. Calf, then shook his head at Vogel.

"God—"

"Oh my God--"

In the crowd, a small murmur erupted from the young U19 players.

Coach Vogel sighed heavily and heavily.

"Hansel—" he asked sadly, "then we now...?"

"Is the stretcher here?" Hansel asked back.

The crowd parted ways again and two physiotherapists arrived with stretchers.

Hansel wiped Sighard's wet forehead with his own handkerchief, looked at him, and said, "Go to Dr. Wolfart for an examination--Vogel, and Sig, you guys You have to be mentally prepared.”

When he said this, his expression was extremely solemn, and he even added a sentence after he finished speaking: "Very bad psychological preparation."

Cohen assisted the physical therapists to carefully move Sighard onto the stretcher. His mind went blank. Looking at the silent Sighard, he no longer knew what to say.

Seeing him like this, Vogel didn't let him stay on the training ground anymore. He pulled Cohen up and told the assistant coach: "Let the other players disband on the spot. Today...today is changed to a single-person training program. Supervise the kids to finish...the winter break is coming soon, and let the boys tidy up their locker cabinets..."

The assistant coach frowned: "Then our previous arrangement..."

Vogel is usually a good guy, but today he was very serious and stern. He gave his assistant a cold look: "We must not do group training, you can figure it out."

After arranging the affairs of other players, he pulled Cohen and followed the team doctor to the direction of the stretcher.

Cohen was already dumbfounded at this moment. He fell behind Vogel in a daze, and he didn't realize he hit someone. He didn't come back to his senses until he was slapped on the head.

"Cohen," Vogel said seriously, "You are Seager's best friend in the U19s, and I have arranged for you to do something."

"Yes... yes, I'm his best friend on the team," Cohen repeated blankly, as if he had just woken up from a dream, "you said... what do you want me to do?"

"Go and inform Sighard's family and agent, and rush to Dr. Wolfart's clinic in the city center immediately," Vogel said, "I'm going to get into the ambulance with Sighard, and we should be here soon." You must be informed that this is a very serious matter, and if Dr. Wolfart decides to perform an operation immediately, I hope Seager's family can be there in time."

"Okay...okay," Cohen said.

He reached for the mobile phone in his pocket, but forgot that he was still wearing a jersey and shorts. The shorts had no pockets. He took it out and realized that he looked up at Vogel: "Sir, I'm going to get the mobile phone." .”

Vogel nodded: "Go!"

Cohen quickly ran to the locker room.

Vogel squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and was about to go to the infirmary to see the team doctor.

When he walked quickly to the infirmary, the striker Stolz, who had just been knocked to the ground, had already arrived at the door of the infirmary, looking inside eagerly.

Seeing Vogel approaching, the impetuous striker turned his head and shouted pitifully, "Sir..."

Vogel drove him away: "Go to training, don't stay here."

"But, sir!" Stoltz said impatiently, "I didn't mean to—no! I didn't hit it! I was going to shoot! Seeger..."

"Don't worry, kid, let's not talk about it, I'll go and see Sig, you go to training."

Seeing that he couldn't even speak well, Vogel raised his hand to stop him from continuing. He knew in his heart that most of the responsibility for Sigerhard's injury lay with himself, and there were some accidental factors. Stowe At most, Ertz could not stop his feet in time, but at that time, it was normal for him to be unable to stop...

But what Vogel also knew in his heart was that this collision knocked away Sigerhard's best chance so far.

Qatar's winter training camp, New Zealand's World Youth Championship, if the injury is serious, even...

Vogel didn't want to think about it any more.

Stolz was forcefully driven back to the training ground by Vogel. He pushed open the door of the infirmary, and the team doctors were busy doing detailed examinations on Sighard.

Most of the medical machines in their club are provided by their partner Siemens. They are very advanced and include medical examination equipment such as MRI, CT, X-ray, and ultrasound.

Sieghard was lying in an MRI machine in the radiation room at this time, covering his eyes with his hands, and covering his face with his arms, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

A physical therapist accompanied him inside, constantly helping him to adjust his movements gently, while the team doctors were outside the radiology room, using machines to observe Sigerhard's leg muscles and bones, exchanging ideas, with all expressions on his face. not too good.

Vogel couldn't wait to ask: "What happened? What's Seager's injury?"

Hansel turned off the microphone connected to the radiation room, and whispered to Vogel: "The fracture of the tibia is certain." He looked at the MRI results on the computer, and said slowly, "The fibula may also be completely broken. It's worse... torn anterior cruciate ligament in the right knee... We dare not jump to conclusions, but this kid... I'm a little pessimistic."

Vogel stood still. He looked at Sieghard covering his face in the radiation room, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his body.

"How long does this hurt?" he asked.

Hansel sighed: "To give you a reference, Vogel, our last player with a torn cruciate ligament was Bud Stuber. He was sidelined for half a year last year because of this. The champion...his athletic ability has also been affected by the ligament damage, we have seen that in the game..."

Hansel is talking about a player in Bayern's first team, who is also a youth player trained by Bayern himself, and Vogel's former favorite student.

Two disciples suffered serious injuries one after another, one of them is still troubled by it, and the other is still sitting in the radiation room, looking very bad.

Vogel felt a surge of sadness.

He has been coaching for many years. For injuries, especially for these talented players, he always has the best and most unrealistic wishes, hope that they can recover from the pain, hope that they can get rid of these Worry, enjoy your talent on the football field.

However, such a simple wish is often the most difficult to realize. There are too many geniuses who have fallen due to serious injuries. Vogel can now report a series of names. He doesn't want to add another Sieghard to it.

Brutal competitive sports!

Seeing his sad expression, Hansel comforted him, "This is only a preliminary diagnosis, go to Dr. Wolfart for another examination... He said that the results of MRI examinations are often wrong. Let him take a look, what if it's not so serious?"

"That's the only way to go." Vogel said, but he had no hope.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and the team doctors quickly removed Sigerhard from the MRI machine. Two strong physical therapists carried him on a stretcher against the cold wind and sent him to the ambulance. Vogel Following them, the group headed to the center of Munich.

Dr. Hans Wolfart runs his own clinic in the center of Munich. This doctor is famous. Jamaican flying man Usain Bolt, basketball player Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, tennis player Becker and other famous athletes They were all his patients, and the fans called Wolfart a "miracle doctor", and Bolt repeated his praises to the media to the media, calling him "the best doctor in the world". Doctor, the greatest man ever".

"Miracle doctor" Wolfart has a long history with the Bundesliga. As early as 1975, he served as the team doctor of the Bundesliga team Hertha Berlin. In 1977, Wolfart came to Bayern Munich as the team doctor. He has formed a deep friendship with this club for more than 30 years, and became the team doctor of the German national team in 1995. During this period, he has handled the treatment and recovery process of countless players and has been widely praised.

When Vogel and Sighard arrived at Wolfart's clinic, the famous doctor had already been waiting in advance. He checked Sighard's right leg again in detail and touched it with both hands. After searching the muscles of Sieghard's right leg, he came to the same conclusion as Hansel.

"Fractured tibia, fractured fibula, torn anterior cruciate ligament in the right knee," Dr. Wolfart said. Must have."

Vogel sighed again, heavily.

Seeing his frowning, Dr. Wolfart knew that his old friend was very optimistic about this boy. He is the team doctor of the club, and of course he knew Sigurhard. Seeing Vogel like this, he comforted his old friend Said: "It's okay, Seager is very strong, and he is very young, I will do everything I can to make him healthy."

Vogel frowned: "You don't know, Hans... Seager was able to go to Qatar with the first team, and now this happened... and next year's World Youth Championship, the National Youth Team has already gone to Qatar. It is decided that he will be the vice-captain..."

Wolfart shook his head and said, "New Zealand will definitely not be able to catch up with the World Youth Championship."

He was very sure of what he said, and Vogel also expected this result. A torn anterior cruciate ligament is a serious injury for players, plus two fractures... This is also a very, very serious injury for adult players Sickness, Sigerhard is now like this, it is definitely impossible to come back within half a year, then he is also destined to miss the World Youth Championship held in New Zealand next summer.

Is such a result acceptable to a 16-year-old boy?

After Vogel and Wolfart finished talking, the two walked into the ward together and looked at Sieghard sitting on the hospital bed.

The boy still hasn't let go of his arms. He leans against the railing of the hospital bed, motionless, as if in this way he can cover the passage to the world and cover all the pain.

The physical therapist Heseko has been comforting him, but Sigurhard seems to have gone out of his body, leaving only an empty body sitting here.

Vogel couldn't bear to let him return to the world, he looked at Sig without opening his mouth.

"Sig," said Dr. Wolfart, walking up to the famous doctor, who put his hand on the boy's back, and said in a soft, strangely soothing voice, "you believe me, In my career, I have seen many athletes like you, some even worse than your injury, you will be fine. We will arrange surgery for you soon, I promise, you It will be fine."

"Sig, the club will help you," Vogel also said. "You know, we are a big family, you are our child, and we will do everything we can to help you. During this process of your recovery, The physiotherapist and Dr Wolfart are here, and me, you can call on us at any time."

"It's not your fault that you got hurt," said physiotherapist Heseko. "Sig, get yourself together and you'll be fine."

Sieghard still didn't speak, he just sat there in a daze, like a statue that had lost consciousness.

But Vogel knew that statues don't shed tears.

*

Ander didn't know what was going on in Munich thousands of miles away. It was almost the end of December today. The most important holiday in the West——Christmas was approaching. The language school gave them a holiday. Training here is also preparing for a holiday. Several foreign boys have been away from home for nearly half a year. The club feels that in such a reunion festival, the boys should be allowed to go home early, so these foreign boys who want to go home are released in advance. Fake.

Alexis was one of the boys who had been given an early leave. He came to bid farewell to Ender and Nathan, and shared his recent experience with them.

"Our U15 played against Freiburg U15 a few days ago! They are so strong! They scored five of us!"

Although the first team of Freiburg Club also plays in the Bundesliga, this team has always been only the middle and lower reaches of the Bundesliga. As far as the team is concerned, the sense of presence is not strong.In the southern region, their youth training is not as famous as Stuttgart and Hoffenheim.

"Is it stronger than Stuttgart?" Ender was a little curious. "I've always heard that Stuttgart is the strongest youth academy in the south."

"I think they are stronger than Stuttgart if you only talk about U15!" Alexey said, "Have you heard of the striker in their team! Just the one named Sabine! He is only 14 years old this year , I heard that many big teams have extended olive branches to him!"

"It's too early." Ender was surprised.

Nathan intervened in their topic: "It's nothing, Ender! Didn't you ask me a few days ago if I need an agent? Let me tell you, of course I do! Now many big clubs are engaged in an arms race, In addition to buying famous players, many are still looking for talented young players! Their scouts may find us sometime!"

After he finished speaking, he added: "I used to be in Latin America, and there were brokerage companies who came to me to support me. Of course, they are not philanthropists. They mainly think that I am more talented."

The little curly said happily.

Alexei also agrees with his point of view. He has worked hard with Ender recently, and he can already speak some German: "Nathan, that's right, that's right."

Nathan patted Alexei on the shoulder: "Good brother."

"Then..." Ender interrupted the boys' sympathy between them, and continued to ask, "If you buy youth training players so early, the success rate may not be particularly high... and it cannot be said that these players are just Fully cultivated by the giants, their own youth training..."

Nathan couldn't wait to interrupt him: "There are still places for youth training in the Champions League and the league! This is very much in need of young players!"

Alexei agreed: "Yes, and it's still possible, saving a transfer fee!"

This is the relationship between money. Buying an adult talented player from outside is completely different from buying a young talented player in a youth team. The former may be as high as tens of millions of euros, while the latter sometimes does not even cost money. .

"Those real wealthy clubs will continue to buy talented young players from other clubs to train them," Nathan said. "My friends who played with me in South America before went to Spain! Messi, you know !He is from Argentina to Barcelona!"

Ender nodded: "So, they keep adding talented youngsters from the outside world, and what about the players they trained themselves—I guess most of them will be eliminated in this cruel competition, and then go to some lower players. level team..."

Alexei shrugged: "You describe all this too cruelly, Ender, although you are right."

Ender smiled.

They chatted for a while before Ender said goodbye to Nathan and Alexei and started walking towards home.

When passing by the gift shop, Ender stopped, planning to use the little money he earned to pick out Christmas gifts for grandma, Stanzel, Li Mei, Helena, and his little friends... maybe Can I also bring a copy for Sieghard?If I can get in touch with him...

Ender thought uncertainly.

He pushed open the door of the store and walked in, facing a circle of red and green decorations, as well as small snowflakes and Santa Claus pendants, filling the store with a festive atmosphere.

Ander is a Chinese. China celebrates the Spring Festival instead of Christmas, but they do as the Romans do. When he and Li Mei were in Moscow, they attended the Christmas party there and thought it was very good.At that time, there was also Anguo Day, because it was a Christmas dinner held by the locomotive players...

Thinking of An Guoqing lying quietly underground in Jiangcheng, Ander felt a little uncomfortable.

However, he has now accepted the fact that An Guoqing has passed away, and is planning to ask his grandma who is still in Jiangcheng to bring him a Christmas present for An Guoqing this Christmas.

Ender thought about it as he looked around the shelves.

In the end, he picked out a large stack of greeting cards, bought Santa Claus and reindeer dolls, bought a crystal ball with those colorful lights, a large bag of dark chocolate... He also took a thick one from the shelf. Thick woolen socks, this one was golden yellow, the color of the Uwensburg team crest, and it also reminded Ender of Sieghard's blond hair.

——He remembered that day, when Sigurhard stood outside the community football field, the blond boy walked farther and farther away from him against the light. At that time, Sigurhard smiled brightly, and his golden hair was illuminated by the street lamps Exudes sparkling light.

Ender couldn't help laughing too.

He also remembered the topic he had just talked with Nathan and Alexei, the experience of contacting Sieghard, and had some specific understanding of the other party's genius.

The 16-year-old U17 double captain has been promoted all the way in the best clubs in Germany, and is appreciated by the coaches. He is also loved by the coaching staff and recognized by his teammates in the national team...

Of course, Sieghard is also very friendly. After receiving a private message from himself (a stranger who has only met him twice) asking for help, he actually replied to a private message on the same day, and the words were very friendly!He also asked for An De's mobile phone number, saying that he could continue the chat!

【Hi, Ender, of course I remember you...】

[... I will go to Qatar with the team next week, and it will not be too timely to reply to private messages on social media. Can you give me a private mobile phone number? ...]

After receiving this private message, Ander immediately gave Sieghard his mobile phone number, but the other party has not responded so far, maybe he is busy.

He later went to check Qatar, only to find out that it was Bayern Munich's winter training ground, that is to say, Sieghard will soon go to Qatar with the Bayern first team for training!What a concept!

When they met, the other party had already completed the double captain achievement that Ender didn't even dare to think about!And after only a few months of their acquaintance, Sighard went from U17 to U19, and then went to the first team to train with big-name players!

Ender felt that if he wanted to describe his dream of being a professional player as a step by step, Sighard was like the one who was walking steadily at the front of the steps. He had to catch up all the way, and he might not be able to catch up.Sieghard has gone too steadily and too fast. He can definitely enter the mainstream league earlier than Ander. Will he serve as the starting goalkeeper in Bayern in the future? ... and possibly the Premier League?La Liga?

Ender imagined those scenes and couldn't help but be fascinated.

What kind of feeling is it to play at a giant? He has practiced it many times in his midnight sleep dream, but he has never had a real experience.And Sieghard has been through it.

I want to catch up with him.

Ender thought.

I can trot, I can sprint, if 14-year-old Sabine can shine in the regional leagues and be pursued by many clubs, then I can too, in short, I want to catch up with him.