I want to marry my loser [football]

(four hundred and three)

However, the football game is not until the last moment, anything can happen.

At the end of the first half, the score was tightly bit by Bradley again, and the tie became 2:2.

And self-justification is also one of the necessary skills for commentary. Just now he said that Bradley is at most a demigod and the commentator immediately changed the subject: "However, as we all know, in myths and stories, the hero with the body of a demigod is often the story. The protagonist. The current situation is confusing and the final outcome is uncertain, maybe it will be a battle against the Conferred Gods."

Sally and Aiden Green were sitting together watching the broadcast, and it took a lot of effort not to say anything rude.

"...I don't think we should watch this game together." Aiden Green said slowly.

"It's okay." Sally said with a smile, "We're all very old, don't we still quarrel like children?"

"...you're laughing terribly now, you know Sally."

Sally sighed softly, stopped talking, and fell silent looking at the screen.

"Actually..." he said, "After Gregory recovered from his injury, I really didn't want him to come back for a while."

"You told me."

When the one-year period came, Gregory's expression looked so bright and joyful, but Sally couldn't smile no matter what.

"...It's terrible." He fell back on the sofa and said in a low voice, "It's even scarier than when I was injured myself... After I was injured, I just felt that the world was about to collapse, but Gregory fell At that time, I really felt that the world had collapsed."

"In this case, isn't it great that he can heal from his injury?"

"It's very good...it's so good that I'm not sure if it's true...his illness...it's too scary and too abrupt. One second it's intact, the next second it's...I'm really afraid of him Going back on the field and then one day going down again..."

"I even thought that it would be better if his injury didn't recover so well...to the point where he can walk normally, but he can't do strenuous exercise...maybe I'll be more relieved."

Aiden Green glanced at him, "If his injury is really incurable, you will definitely take him around for treatment, it is impossible to think so."

"Really?" Sally thought about that scene—if Gregory really couldn't return to the field, if he couldn't show that bright smile again, and was silent and depressed all day because of his injury— He suddenly felt a burst of suffocation: "...I don't know whether to let him heal after I'm worried, or let him not heal, and I can accept it more if I take care of him all the time..."

"If Gregory can't return to the game, you will always take care of him?"

"what happened?"

Aiden Green paused and said, "You really appreciate him. Do you really treat him like a son?"

"...Gregory and I are not so different in age."

"If you have a son at 15, about the same."

These words made Sally frowned, showing an anxious look.But Aiden Green didn't notice it and said: "I'm very envious... Gregory seems to have always admired you. Now no one will say that he is the next Zonda, but he didn't show any special He looks proud, and still respects you. I admire him the most. Now some young players, who have been touted by the media for a while, face their seniors as if they were looking at a group of outdated trash. There is no respect , I'm really not polite."

"...Yes, respect me."

"What's the matter? Isn't this a good thing?" Aiden Green was a little puzzled, "My relationship with Bradley...it's obviously connected by blood...but it's not as good as a child you picked up in a slum."

"...Do you have to compare like this..."

"By the way, does Gregory know what you're thinking?"

"Ok?"

"You said that even if he is injured and can't play football, you will take care of his affairs?"

"……No."

"Why didn't you say it? He should be very moved."

Because... someone else took the lead.

By Melville.

"...There is no need for it. He has recovered, and then, it is impossible for me to refuse his request to return to the field."

"Speaking of which, Gregory has already moved out." Aiden Green said suddenly: "Ah, I still remember that when you brought him back just now, he was such a thin and thin child... he has grown up now gone."

"We're all old."

"I'm really old. Sally, you're only in your 30s. Don't be silly when you're young."

"But... thirty is too old for me. You said it yourself, if I had had a child when I was fifteen, I'd be almost as old as Gregory now..."

Aiden Green said helplessly and a little funny: "Don't have to compare. How can we compare?"

"Yes." Sally sighed softly, closed his eyes and said, "How can it be compared?"

(four hundred and four)

"Hoyle," Bradley called to him at halftime. "I want to talk to you about that pass that was intercepted by Gregory in the first half."

Hoyle avoided turning around, picked up the water, closed his eyes and poured it down with his head up. "Sorry...I don't want to talk about that. I'll pay attention next time, this time...can I just let it go?"

But Bradley looked at him and said calmly: "If the reason for the fear is not resolved, even if there is a next time, it will still fail."

"cough!!"

Hearing this, Hoyle suddenly choked out a mouthful of water: "Wha...ahem...I'm not...I'm not afraid..."

"At that time, I saw it. You passed the ball almost as soon as you saw Gregory rushing towards you. You didn't have time to think about the time, the opportunity, the route... Are you afraid of him?"

"..." Hoyle squeezed the bottle tightly.

"Hoyle, if we want to win, we must solve all the problems we find." Bradley said calmly: "If you can't solve this problem on you, do you think our defense can stop Gregory? ?—You should be very clear, he will always be more terrifying in the second half than the first half."

"..." Hoyle sat down a little depressed.

Bradley sat next to him.

After a while, the boy with brown curly hair and green eyes like a deer, who was growing towards the youth, whispered, "Bradley...do you think we can really win?"

"Don't you have confidence?"

"I do not have."

He admitted it so crisply that Bradley paused, unable to speak for a moment.

"To be honest... In my heart, I don't think anyone can beat Gregory." Hoyle squeezed the empty water bottle in his hand and "cracked", he lowered his eyes and said softly: "Although I don't want to Admit it...but I know, I've always believed it...he's invincible when he's on the court."

He thought about the days when he was by his side, victory and glory were so easy, running towards Lanzhou, within easy reach.

And when he stood by his side, he was like a tall and majestic city wall, invincible and invincible.

"No matter how wonderful the goal is, how brilliant it is, he never celebrates excitedly, as if he thinks that it is something that should be done. But... How could anyone be able to take it for granted once Doing something like that again..."

"As soon as I saw him standing opposite and realized that he had become my opponent and was running towards me, I couldn't help but feel, no, I can't win, I can't stop him..."

Hearing this, Bradley was silent for a while, and then said: "In this case, why did you leave him?"

"...I wanted to prove my worth."

"Even if you know you can't win, you still have to go up and do your best. Isn't that the best way for you to prove yourself?"

"It's always easy to say. I know that kind of thing too..." Hoyle smiled wryly, "But when I saw him in reality, my mind went blank, leaving only a conscious reaction."

Bradley frowned slightly, as if thinking about a solution.Seeing this, Hoyle asked, "Bradley..."

"Ok?"

"And why... are you able to pursue him so unswervingly...? You fail again and again, don't you get discouraged? Every time you compare yourself with him, you are always laughed at for not knowing what you can do. Do you feel resentful?"

Bradley said slowly: "...what do you think?"

"Because...you want to challenge your limits?"

Bradley laughed.

Hoyle was stunned and said, "Isn't it?"

"It started like this."

"What then?"

"later……"

Later, he chased him wholeheartedly, just wanting to see where the gap between the so-called "mortal" and "son of God" is the most close.

Then I found that because I was chasing his footsteps, I slowly walked to the front.

When he felt that he was the strongest and it was impossible to break through, he failed again.

Say no to resentment...

How could it not be resentful.

"Why do people like this appear?"

"How could such a person appear?"

"Why can such a person appear?"

However, when he disappeared, Bradley looked at the empty front, but suddenly felt a moment of confusion.

Accustomed to staring at the figure in front of him, for a moment, he didn't even know which direction he should go.

The media said that he and Gregory were far away from all other players. There was no one around him, but he suddenly felt lonely.

The moment he won the top scorer, Bradley suddenly felt... If it will be like this in the future, standing at the top, but there is not even a person who can get close to him... How lonely it would be.

that time……

He remembered the last game of last season, when Gregory ran towards him excitedly, wanting to exchange jerseys with him.

The exchange of jerseys is a proof of recognition of the opponent's strength, but Gregory handed it over, but it seems to be some kind of arrogance of "Oh, you have done a good job, I will give you my jersey as a reward".

But then I thought about it, maybe not so.

"I'm afraid he's lonely," Bradley said.

"Ha..." Hoyle couldn't help laughing.

"what happened?"

"No, I just feel that our lineup is too strange. I'm so afraid of Gregory, I'm so afraid that I can't confront him head-on, but you...you are afraid that he will be alone."

"But that's what drives me," Bradley said. "Can he feel it..."

He thought of Gregory's gaze when he scored his first goal in the first half.

Did the Son of God feel that on this road, there were only the two of them, each other's only companions.

He really wanted to ask him to determine why he asked him to exchange jerseys at that time.

How on earth did he... see him?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1200:00:11~2020-03-1203:13:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Tiantian; Mr. A wants to change the name to 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!