Ender's Football

Fast forward to November, and Sieghard's rehabilitation work is progressing. The photos he sent to Ender have been transferred from the rehabilitation training room to the training field, which means that it is not long before he can step on the turf again. The time is getting closer.

But as the recovery schedule gradually deepened, Sigerhard's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster every day. He occasionally felt happy about it, hoping that he could return to the field and correct the football he had been forced to interrupt. Career; occasionally, I feel such an indescribable melancholy about the future.

Ender's complaints about this are very accurate. In his short message to Sigerhard, he wrote:

【You are like a princess who is sad because she lost her glass slipper. For Cinderella, that slipper may be all hers. But you are different, Sig. For you, you can have thousands of them. crystal slipper. 】

For this passage, Sieghard replied to him with only a few very simple words:

[I'm not Cinderella! ! ! 】

Ender gave him a laughing emoji: [LOL]

But the winter wind is not as humorous and non-sarcastic as Ender's gentleness, and this winter in Munich is especially cold.

In the afternoon, when Sieghard walked into the school against the cold wind, he sneezed twice because of the cold air, and then remembered to wrap his face with a thick cashmere scarf.

He carried his schoolbag on his left shoulder, hoping to reduce the weight on his right knee. He still wore knee pads under his trousers. In such a cold afternoon, the knee pads were very important for his injured ligaments. And the bones also have a little protective effect, at least making Sieghard feel a little safer.

He walked into a building of the school and entered the classroom where the class was held.

This is a Spanish class. Sieghard’s Spanish grades have not been very good. He is not the kind of person who is very talented in the language. He chose Spanish at the beginning, but it was only because of the credit requirements that he must be in French. It's just a choice between a Spanish class and a Spanish class.

——Thinking about it comprehensively, in the world of football, Spain has La Liga and sits on two European giants, Real Madrid and Barcelona; while France is currently the only team that can be called very competitive, Paris Saint-Germain.Although in 2011, this team located in the French capital ushered in the Qataris, and the oil tycoons from the Middle East brought a steady stream of financial support to Paris Saint-Germain, but they have not yet achieved anything good. In the UEFA Champions League held this summer, they only reached the quarter-finals of the UEFA Champions League, which is still a long way from the height expected by everyone.

He arrived a few minutes early. At this time, the class has not yet started, and most of the students in the class have already arrived, sitting sparsely.

Sieghard found an empty window seat, walked over alone and sat down.

He used to take elective courses with Cohen, but now he is alone because Cohen has finished his Spanish class and is preparing for other courses.However, Sieghard hadn't come to school for more than half a year because of a broken right leg, and his progress was dropped a lot, so he had to start over again.

He is entering a new class now, and he doesn't know any classmates in the class.

But he didn't know anyone else, someone knew him.

Sieghard is a man of the school, and it is hard for the students not to discuss his superb skills and status as a youth trainer of a wealthy family. What is even more eye-catching is that he has a handsome face, which makes Sieghard Very well known at school—even though he was always in a hurry around campus, and he was rarely heard hanging out with anyone other than Cohen and the school football team.

This time when Sighard came to Spanish class, a cheerful and generous girl stood up first, walked up to him, and chatted up with him: "Hi, hello, Sighard! My name is Rita."

She has a dark complexion, wearing simple jeans and a beige sweater - the heavy coat should have been taken off, and her hair is not long, only to the back of her head, she looks like the girl in "This Killer Is Not So Cold" The protagonist Natalie Portman had a similar hairstyle at the time, except that her temperament was not so "cold", and her smile was bright and sunny.

"Hello." Sieghard replied lightly.

Rita ignored his indifference and asked him: "Can I sit next to you—you know, just form a team or something, I heard that the teacher's language class will have group assignments, and your academic performance is very good. good……"

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and everyone around seemed to be secretly looking at it.

Sieghard didn't respond, Rita shrugged her shoulders again, pretending to be relaxed: "Well... my grades are also good, so I think we can... you know, let's join forces, I won't delay You're on the back foot, I promise."

After she finished saying this, Sieghard glanced sideways at her.

This handsome boy deserves to be the end of everyone's eyes in the classroom. He looks very good when he squints. The golden hair is draped beside his cheeks, and he moves imperceptibly with the movement of his blue eyes. Trembling slightly, the light-colored eyelashes also trembled slightly, as if every factor in the air was attached there, making him dazzling and shining.

"I'm sorry," but such a beautiful boy spoke a little coldly—although he was very polite, "Rita, in fact, my Spanish score is not very good, I think if it is true as you said, I will disappoint you in the future, so in terms of team formation, I can only say sorry to you, and I will not join your team."

The girl probably didn't expect Sieghard to reject her so quickly. Her smile froze for a moment, and then she didn't know where to put her hand.

It can be seen that Rita is very popular among her classmates.

After Sieghard rejected her, he heard a boy's dissatisfaction clearly coming from the area behind him.

"Humph!"

A voice was not loud, but it came into his ears clearly from behind.

"He even refused Rita! This person is too attractive! Obviously Rita only invited him out of kindness... He broke his leg before, so he was repeated..."

Others are echoing this argument.

"...Isn't his arrogant attitude just because he played football well? But his legs are broken, and he can't play at all now! I heard from my cousin that Bayern has decided to replace him with Koland..."

"Is Colander the one they bought from France..."

"Yeah... he seems to be okay? After all, they paid a lot of money for him!"

"..."

Sieghard closed his eyes.

If possible, he would rather choose to close his senses than listen to people judge him here.

Under the desk, his fists were gradually tightening, and the depression in his heart that had nowhere to vent due to the injury was stirred up by the words he heard today...

In Sighard's heart, he is very clear that this injury ruined his Qatar training camp, ruined his New Zealand World Youth Championship, and ruined his chance to become the undisputed main goalkeeper of U19...

He never mentioned it to anyone. In the dead of night, he even suffered from insomnia because of this. He tossed and turned on the bed, unwilling to fall asleep, because as soon as he closed his eyes, he could imagine that in the future, a vague figure would be promoted to the first team instead of him. The opponent raised his arms high in the cheers of the fans, adding glory to his body, while he could only hide in a dark corner, hugging his broken leg, and gradually sank into the bottomless mud.

"Oh!"

A loud bang interrupted the whispering of the boys at the back table.

Sieghard stood up from his seat, his fists were clenched tightly, his handsome and sunny face was now covered with clouds, and he looked at the people behind him with cold and sharp eyes, which was quite different from his usual self, but made him People are unreasonably timid.

The fist that had just been smashed on the table trembled uncontrollably in the air, and the skin underneath was already flushed red from the huge impact.

"You guys, are you done?"

he asked.

***

After signing the agency contract with Jack, Ender hadn't seen him again, which made him almost forget about this person.

Today, he routinely finished his morning class, and in the afternoon he came to the Uwensberg training base to participate in daily training. As soon as he walked to the gate of the club's training base, he almost bumped into someone.

Looking up, he saw black-rimmed glasses, a beard, and a suit and leather shoes. It was Jack who hadn't seen him for a long time.

As soon as the other party saw him, a smile appeared on his face, and he greeted him: "Good afternoon, Ender, are you here for training?"

"Yeah," said Ender, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm coming to see grandpa," Jack said, "and I'd like to see your training, too."

Ender didn't understand what was so interesting about his own training. He thought according to the usual Chinese logic, thinking that Jack was just being polite to him and didn't take it seriously. He let out an "oh" and walked to the training ground on his own.

Jack hurried to catch up with him, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and said very nicely: "Hey! Ender! Why didn't you ask me why I came to your training?"

Ender stopped in his tracks, frowned, a little puzzled: "...do you really come to see our training?"

"Of course!" Jack said, "otherwise what am I doing here with you now?"

Ender thought of how he was about to leave just now, and looked at the man who was chasing after him at this moment, and sighed in his heart for these cunning adults who always tell the truth.

But he didn't expose Jack, and asked him: "Okay, let me ask you now, why did you come to my training? Our U15 training should not have such a high technical content."

The second half of the sentence is...very self-aware.

Jack couldn't help laughing: "Ender, Coach Tierner won't be happy if you say that!"

After he said this, Ender didn't answer, and looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

Jack had no choice but to continue: "Okay, I have something to inform you," he put his arm around Ender's shoulder, pulled him into a corner, and asked mysteriously in a low voice, "Are you willing to go to Leipzig Red Bull for trial training? Let me tell you, I recommended you to their scout. He is very interested in you and wants to give you a trial training opportunity."

Ender turned his head and looked at him strangely: "Aren't you the grandson of Mr. Schwartz?"

——Mr. Schwartz is the current chairman of Uwensburg. Stanzel and Ender themselves were willing to sign with Jack for this reason.

Schwartz has single-handedly led the revival of Uwensburg in recent seasons, and has balanced the team's finances very well, and has a good reputation among fans.Stanzel felt that Jack, as his grandson, should also have a good personality, would be a reliable agent, and would be able to help Ender maintain a friendly relationship with Uwensburg.

But what I never expected was that after becoming Ender's agent, the first thing Jack came to him was to ask him to go to Leipzig Red Bull for trial training.

Jack explained: "Of course I am a member of 'Mr. Chairman''s family, but I am also your manager, so I should consider your future."

Ender didn't understand: "I think Uwensburg is very good, why go to Leipzig for trial training? That's in another city."

"Red Bull's youth training is even better than Uwensburg," Jack said. "They have spent a lot of effort in recent years to build their echelon and first team. promotion to the First Division, Leipzig will be a strong contender for Bayern and Dortmund, and you, Ender, don't you want to experience better football?"

Ender wrinkled his nose.

He was not persuaded by Jack's bright future - the other party's words were too general, they were all about the bright future of the Red Bull first team, and he didn't touch his heart at all.

If Jack told him today that Dortmund or Schalke 04 would give him a trial training opportunity, then Ender might still feel a little bit moved. After all, he has been in Germany for a year and knows where a genius is. A place where players flock to.But the youth training of Leipzig Red Bull is not well-known, and for Uwensburg, the distance of this city is too far, it is impossible for Ender to consider going there.

"Thanks," Ender retorted, "I think Mr. Tierner's football is very good. I still want to stay in Uwensburg to study, and... I don't want to go to Leipzig, that's too far away."

As he said that, he wanted to leave.

"Oh, Ender!" Jack hurriedly stopped the boy, "don't refuse so quickly! I will communicate with your parents tonight! I will explain to them how good this is! I have made a big effort That's why you were spotted by their scouts! You shouldn't just turn it down, go back and learn more about the Leipzig Red Bull team! They are much better than Uwensburg - whether it is salary level or management level! Go You will know! Otherwise, why did Kerber give up here and choose them? The treatment of the rich club is beyond your imagination, Ender."

"Perhaps, but I don't want to keep dreaming unrealistic dreams, such as the 'big club' you mentioned. I'm still a U15 player who hasn't become the main player." Ender shrugged, "... ...I went to training."

He left without hesitation, and soon disappeared in front of the building where the youth training locker room is located.

Jack watched him leave, muttered something, then turned around and continued walking towards the door.