[Football] Light and stars

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to apologize. This football article was posted two years ago, but I didn’t fill in the hole because of work reasons. Here, I would like to apologize to the friends who followed the article at that time.

Kowtow to apologize to you.

After digging out this article in my notebook this year, I decided to fill in this pit.

It shouldn't be long, it should be finished within fifty chapters.

Two years ago, I was not very good at writing (although I still am now), so let's work hard and change some previous settings.

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2027.9.24

In an apartment in North London, the alarm on the mobile phone rang at 6:00 on time. Stella, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, got up within 10 minutes. She didn't wake up the sleeping blond boy next to her. She yawned and went to the bathroom .

After 10 minutes, Stella changed into home clothes and tied her shoulder-length hair up high.

She opened the bedroom door and walked out. This apartment is not a high-end apartment, but fortunately, the location is safe and convenient, so the rent is not cheap even in London where land is very expensive.

"Hey, baby, what time is it?" The blond boy on the bed muttered and turned over. Under the thin quilt, there was a young and fit body that was undisguised, shining brightly under the sunlight that leaked through the gap in the curtains.

"Don't worry, you can sleep for another hour, and I will wake you up." Stella kissed lightly on the side of Stella's face, and the boy fell asleep again after humming.

Stella is a serious and quick girl. Although she is only 19 years old, she can take good care of herself because of her long-term study experience alone. Zero's Lucien improved even more.

Five or 10 minutes later, Stella had packed the apartment, watered five potted flowers on the balcony, prepared water and food for the day for Jack the fold-eared cat vivi the golden retriever, and made sandwiches, fried eggs, bacon and milk. Put everything Lucien might need today into his sports bag.

After finishing all this, Stella walked into the room and patted Lucien: "Boy, it's time for you to get up."

Lucien moved and got up from the bed with sleepy eyes. Of course, before getting up, he kissed Stella's lips: "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, I ran out of orange juice yesterday and forgot to buy it, so I think you have to drink milk like me today."

"Oh, yes, I was a little excited yesterday, I forgot when I went to sneak Jack" Lucien said as he walked to the bathroom, he took off his only pair of boxers and put them in the laundry basket by the door of the bathroom.

In fact, Lucien has always liked to sleep naked, but it was too easy to get angry after living with Stella, so he reluctantly put on a layer of barriers.

"I promise you, I will remember to buy orange juice and grape juice tonight" Lucien's affectionate promise came from the bathroom with the sound of water.

"Come on, you just need to keep the goal in mind today." Stella sat at the dining table and began to eat her own breakfast.

"Speaking of which, baby, will you go to today's ball game?" Lucien took a battle shower, and quickly came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, washing away his sleepiness and exhaustion, as if he was Michelangel The most outstanding sculpture under Luo, he walked behind Stella with the breath of the sea, put his chin on Stella's shoulder, "You know, I want to dedicate my first Premier League goal to you."

"Boy, so sure you'll play, you've just been promoted to the first team." Stella took the towel from Lucien's hand and helped him dry his hair.

"Today is the North London Derby. I have a hunch that my first goal will be born at this moment." Lucien grabbed Stella's busy hand on his head, and his blue eyes stared deeply at the girl in front of him , "So, maybe my Goddess of Victory can reward her followers with a kiss so that they will have the courage to overcome obstacles."

Damn French, Stella thought to herself, after four years together, she would still blush at Lucien's obvious teasing.

Lucien·Louis is of mixed English and French. His mother is a passionate and romantic French beauty, and his father is a staid British gentleman. Their marriage officially ended when Lucien was ten years old. His mother returned to Porto, France alone, while his father took He lives in Manchester with his brother and sister by stepmother.

Obviously, Lucien inherited more of his mother's romantic and passionate French blood, otherwise he would not have followed her from Manchester to London at the age of 15.

Stella quickly kissed Lucien on the lips: "OK, maybe my warrior can sit down and have breakfast."

Lucien sat on the chair opposite Stella contentedly: "You haven't answered if I will come today?"

Lucien knew that Stella had never been a fanatical fan. The team Stella was most familiar with was Real Madrid. Of course, this was also because she was from Madrid, and her whole family was the most loyal Real Madrid fan. Stella was even an official registered member of Real Madrid.

Stella has already finished her own breakfast, and she can't help but laugh at how much she cares about Lucien. The number of times she went to see Lucien's games is really very few, and it's also because Lucien hasn't officially played since he was promoted to the first team. "Of course, I I will ask Penny for leave today, how can I miss the goal you dedicated to me?"

Stella's promise finally appeased Lucien's waywardness, he bit his sandwich and asked hesitantly: "If I remember correctly, Penny seems to be an Arsenal fan?"

"Baby, Penny is not, she is a Manchester United fan, but her boyfriend George is." Stella sat in front of the dresser and began to put on makeup. The living room is much larger than the bedroom, so she put the dresser in the living room, "Fact I wonder how they got together, God knows, at a ball game?"

"Maybe it's the magic of love." Lucien shrugged, he took out his phone and checked Twitter, "Wingers said he would take three points at the Emirates Stadium, this tone really makes him want to kick his ass .”

"Easy, the coaches like to chatter before the game." Stella put on mascara on herself, but she didn't use it at all. She is from Spain and has emerald-like eyes. Lucien always wanted to tell Stella that she was lost in her In the eyes of her, he followed her to London desperately, and even gave up the Manchester United team contract.

"Lucien, tell me, which pair of shoes match my clothes today?" Stella is a Libra. When she can't make a decision on some trivial matters, she will seriously call Lucien to let him decide for her. At this time, she takes Wearing two pairs of high heels, a pair of black straps, and a pair of black patent leather.

It doesn't make any difference in Lucien's eyes, and he can swear that in his eyes, Stella looks gorgeous even in his ugly training clothes.

But Lucien, who knows Stella's temper, knows that his dear girlfriend will become very manic if he can't help her decide.

"The pair on the left." Lucien said casually, and Stella, who heard the answer, put the other pair into the shoe cabinet with satisfaction.

"Baby, I have to remind you that it is not a wise choice to wear such high shoes to the court." Looking at the pair of high heels that are at least 8 cm, Lucien reminded Stella, who only cares about beauty, "Maybe you can wear them on me." The pair of sneakers I gave you last month, and the pair of my couple's?" He tried to suggest.

"Oh, Lucien, can't you give me sneakers with inner height increase next time?" Stella was a little annoyed, she was only 165, which is really not tall in Europe, but Lucien 185 still has a tendency to grow taller, so every time Stella and Lucien tries to choose high heels when going out so as not to look so short.

"Hey, baby, you obviously like that pair of sneakers!" Lucien retorted dissatisfiedly. Last month, when Stella was lying on his lap reading a magazine, she said that the pair of sneakers were very good-looking, so he remembered them.

"I also remember that I said that the men's style is very good-looking, and the design of the women's style is simply outrageous." Stella glared, and Lucien immediately died down, "Anyway, you're right, I can't wear high heels to the court." Think carefully Stella felt that what Lucien said was right, she found a pair of flat shoes from the shoe cabinet and stuffed them into her tote bag.

Stella put on cherry-colored lipstick and her eponymous perfume on herself, slung her bag over her shoulders and headed out the door.

Of course, before leaving, she did not forget to put her lipstick on Lucien's lips, "myhero, I will wait for you to give me the goal, I am just a fan of you alone."

As a Spaniard, Stella said that even if she only flirted with Lucien in these years, she still has the skills she should have.

In the apartment, Lucien wiped off the stained lipstick on his lips with a tissue, and continued to eat his own breakfast. Of course, the good mood couldn't be concealed. Even when Vivi jumped on his head, he didn't run away, but Compared to the past, he grabbed Vivi gently.

On this day, the Premier League Arsenal vs Totlam Hotspur, the North London Derby was held at the Emirates Stadium, Arsenal's home stadium.

Stella is used to taking the subway to school. She is currently a sophomore at Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design in the UK. Her major is theater performance design. Her future dream is to become an excellent film stylist.

"Hey, beauty, this way." As soon as she entered the classroom, Stella's best friend Penny waved at her, and Stella also smiled and walked towards him.

"Will you go to your Lucien's football game today?" Penny asked with her chin resting.

"Of course, so honey, can you help me with that job tonight?" Stella shot a star ray at Penny, begging, "I'll take care of your coffee this week."

"Okay, okay, anyway, I have nothing to do tonight, that guy George is also going to watch the game." Penny agreed without thinking about it, with a sad look, who told her not to be an Arsenal fan.

Stella opened a styling studio with Penny and a few other friends, and she would take jobs outside to earn some money. Over the past two years, she has also accumulated some fame in London.

"But will Lucien play? This is a derby." Penny quickly added, "Stella, you know I didn't mean that Lucien didn't play well."

"Don't worry, I know, he has just been promoted to the first team this season, who knows when he will play." Stella took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Lucien's editor: remember to eat the fruit in the bag, loveyou.

"However, he can say that he has a great future. He was promoted to the Tottenham first team at the age of 19." Penny smiled. She has known Stella and Lucien for almost two years, and of course knows that the relationship between this couple is so good that it makes people jealous. Compared with George, Lucien is really a model of a perfect boyfriend. He looks good, has a good temper, and has a good figure. Although he is not a super rich man, it is said that his family has certain assets in Manchester, not to mention that he is already in the Premier League at the age of 19. Playing in the first team in the league is really enviable.

Thinking of George, Penny sighed calmly.

Soon, Lucien's text message came back: loveyou, wait for me to buy juice tonight.

Stella pressed the phone off, and Professor Hans, the teacher in charge of teaching the history of drama, walked in. Stella stopped thinking about other things and began to concentrate on the class.

On the other hand, Lucien took his backpack and locked the door to go out after breakfast. Unlike Stella, he is used to riding a bicycle, especially their apartment is very close to Tottenham’s training base. It only takes 15 minutes to ride a bicycle. It was for this reason that Stella finally decided to rent the apartment.

Lucien is riding a bicycle and speeding down the street. He is a very, very handsome boy, and girls often give him ogles or strike up a conversation. Well, frankly, there are boys who do that too.

Lucien inherited his mother's dazzling blond hair and his father's deep blue eyes. His fair skin and facial features look like the most perfect oil painting. If he looks at you seriously, you will raise your hands and surrender in less than a minute. Therefore, Lucien is in Tottenham has a nickname called Lilyboy, the lily boy of Tottenham.

Lucien was thinking about today's derby match, and he wasn't sure whether he would be able to enter the squad. Tottenham's embarrassment now is that the head striker Barry suffered an old injury against Chelsea last week. The team doctor announced that he will be reimbursed for this season. General Chemanla is in a sluggish state, and Feral, who has just been transferred this season, is also in the running-in stage with the rest of the team on the defensive line. Neal made it to the first team. So far, he hasn't played in an official game, and he often sits on the bench, and that guy Neal laughed at him a lot because he made his official appearance earlier.

Lucien skillfully parked his bicycle in the parking lot of the training base. His bicycle looked a bit pitiful among a bunch of cars and sports cars. Lucien was not unable to afford a car. His family was in a good family, and his father had a well-known business in Manchester. A good pet hospital, and his mother who is in the wine business in France also pays him and his brother Leon a lot of living expenses every year. He just thinks that the car is not necessary and he is too lazy to take the driver's license test. Stella agrees with this.

"If we are lovers who separate the two places, I will force you to buy a car when you are 17 years old, but there is no doubt that we don't need a car, right? The subway, bus and taxi are very convenient, even if we need to buy a car Items can also be delivered to your door.”

Stella was applying lipstick at the time, no, in Stella's technical terminology, it was a color test. She applied a lipstick with negligible difference in Lucien's opinion, and then took a photo and uploaded it to YouTube and Twitter.

"So, instead of buying a car, honey, you might as well buy me some more lipsticks." Stella concluded the matter, and that night, they went to buy a bigger and more comfortable bike.

This is what makes Lucien obsessed with Stella. Stella knows exactly what she wants, and she will never follow the crowd because of the opinions of people around her. Her goals are working hard, and so is Lucien.

"Hey, Lilyboy, will you be in the squad today?" Martin the security guard said hello to Lucien familiarly, "I made a bet with Mike that the Spaniard will treat you well in today's derby Arsenal people."

"Actually, I hope so, Martin, God knows how much I want to score goals." Lucien shrugged and walked towards the base. "And, damn it, don't call me Lilyboy!"

It was Martin's laugh that answered him.

Lucien walked to the locker room of the first team. There were already many teammates in the locker room. There were still 10 minutes before the official training started, so most of them were chatting or surfing the Internet with their mobile phones.

Lucien's number at Tottenham was No. 19, and his friend Tom Neil, who was promoted from the reserve team, was No. 21, and the wardrobes of the two were next to each other.

Tom is also a tall white boy from England. He is two years older than Lucien and has a slightly rough appearance. He is a defender who grew up in Tottenham's youth training since childhood.

"Lucien, do you think we will be on the big list today?" Tom asked quietly in Lucien's ear.

"You have to ask the boss." Lucien gave Tom a blank look. He felt that Tom was more likely to be included in the squad than him. After all, Arsenal is a deadly enemy. With Barry absent, Pochetti should not be in the derby. Taking the risk of giving him the opportunity for a rookie striker to charge forward may instead increase the defenders to put up a more secure formation, and a draw is better than losing a derby.

"Be optimistic. Who knows what the Spaniards think. Wengers said he wants to get three points. In fact, I don't think Arsenal's situation is perfect." Tom patted Lucien on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Change into your clothes and train." Lucien hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, and took off his shirt.

Indeed, Arsenal's situation is not perfect. Their head star Santok got a red card because of his bad temper and insulting the referee in the last game against Everton, so he missed this derby.

When the members of the first team were training with the ball on the court, coach Pochetti and assistant coach Gemiro watched these players from the side of the court.

"Roman, did you notice that No. 19 Louis?" Pochetti pointed to the beautiful boy who was doing double training with Neil.

"Yes, Lucien Louis, Lilyboy, the old Matt of the reserve team is simply exaggerating about him. He used to be trained by Manchester United, and it is said that he came to London after chasing his girlfriend." Roman Gemiro After a few useless words, I opened the folder in my hand, "The sense of ball, speed and physical fitness are very good, but because of this, there is nothing particularly outstanding. He may be more suitable for playing midfield than striker."

"But what we lack is a striker," Pochetti pointed out mercilessly. "Don't count on Betts, I don't even want to put this guy in the squad."

"But, boss, this is a derby." Gomiro retorted somewhat seriously, "You know what it means to lose a derby."

"Of course, you can also put Luiz in the squad. We don't have anyone useful now, and he shouldn't play too badly." Looking at Pochetti's dejected face, Gemiro quickly made amends. "God testifies, Louis is more handsome than the heartthrob Beckham back then. God always gives preferential treatment to good-looking people. Another point is that he is a native British. The media should not treat him Too harsh."

Pochetti didn't speak any more, he just looked meaningfully at Lucien, who was practicing silently on the court, with obscure eyes.

"Roman, remove Bates from today's roster and add Louis." Pochetti finally made up his mind, "Stop trying to convince me, God always has preferential treatment for good-looking people, this is you and me Didn't you say so?"

Gemiro was stunned, but stopped trying to persuade. Betts was indeed old. In recent rounds, he couldn't even score against an empty goal. Replacing Louis was better than a black hole that didn't score an empty goal and was out of shape.

"Maybe Lilyboy will surprise us." Gomiro muttered and glanced at the boy shining in the sun.

They don't know that a legend is on the way because of their decision.