[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

“曼联92黄金一代是指以吉格斯、斯科尔斯、贝克汉姆、内维尔兄弟、巴特等上世纪80年代末90年代初期的一批曼联青训球员。1992年曼联青年队以优异成绩斩获青年足总杯冠军，而当时的冠军班底里最终由10人得到了为红魔一线队出战的机会……”

The movie was being promoted, and a bunch of old guys who couldn't run on the pitch began to be dug out again and again, "They used to represent the highest level of the Premier League" "They are the spirit of England"...

As a character who is used to being the face of England, I have long been used to it.Gary Neville, on the other hand, had just retired. Hearing the English newspapers praise him to the sky, he felt embarrassed, "David, they have praised you so much for so many years, and you haven't made you feel ashamed and angry?"

Actually not.

At the same time, if you have to say it, although the Premier League at that time was not as hot as it is now, most of the active teams were English. Among so many people, one needs to be found and killed.

Even how much they have praised me for so many years, I probably didn't feel it.

Let’s not mention that I have always been more famous for my face than my skills in people’s eyes. On the other hand, every time the British national team plays domestically, they will play it as if it is a crime not to win the championship, and then they can always find a scapegoat for the team’s defeat.

If I have a bad voice, I will be ridiculed by a group of game commentators for a long time. Getting a tattoo seems to be a big thing worth hyping. Admit it), my getting a wife seems to be self-promotion, and my having a boy seems to be a big event worthy of the attention of the whole of England.Not to mention my villa, and the two or three things that the old man and I had to talk about.

On the day of my bar mitzvah, Gary Neville gave me a glass of hot white wine from nowhere, and my voice has never changed since then, and I was laughed at by the **** media people for being able to voice Harry Potter.So when I married Victoria, I forced Gary to wear a kilt for a day.

Of course, apart from Gary and Arau, who wore skirts that day.

Although the English media always talked about his appearance, saying that he should not play football but act in movies when he grows up like this, but when I saw him pushed out by a bunch of women who took advantage of him and tried their best to dress up, my heart stopped suddenly.

Ryan Giggs clicked his tongue, looked at Scholes and Bart who were jeering around the flushed young man, and said to me quietly, "You are doing evil!"

For a long time in the future, every time Victoria gave me a son, I thought, yes, I am doing something wrong.

After talking so much, the reporter asked me which season impressed me the most, and I answered the 97-98 season.

… His expression seemed to suddenly realize that I was an Arsenal fan who had hidden too much.

Oh damn, why would he think so, do they think that the old man really doesn't care about anything after his grandfather retires?What does the Arsenal season title have to do with me.For me, although I did have a little bit of success that season - one given to a player who has been playing first-team football since '92 - I was the Premier League rookie of the season.

But a "best newcomer", to put it bluntly, has no incentive for me today.Maybe if I get World Player of the Year or lift the World Cup, I'll be happy, but it won't be my most memorable season.

To be honest, 97 was an unforgettable year for most old Premier League fans.

This year, the young Michael Owen suddenly emerged, scoring 18 goals for Liverpool and winning the title of the Premier League's top scorer.

This year, Frank Lampard, who has been popular in the Premier League for a long time, is unknown in West Ham United. Perhaps only he himself will be ecstatic for his first goal in West Ham United.

This year, Steven Gerrard is still working hard to enter the Liverpool first team.

This year, Roy Keane deliberately shoveled Leeds United captain Harland torn his cruciate ligament. Facing the provocation of his sworn enemy, he also laid the groundwork for later.

This year, the status of Peter Schmeichel, who brought the miracle to Denmark, was temporarily low, which made Manchester United fans love and hate him, and he also had the idea of ​​​​retiring.

This year, Patrick Vieira, the future king of Arsenal, fled AC Milan and came to Highbury, and his reputation as one of the best midfielders in the world began to emerge.

……

Perhaps this is equivalent to a cycle replacement, the beginning of a new journey.For me, this "deepest impression" is reflected here. I met someone I will never forget in my life.

I don't mean love at first sight, actually I never believe in love at first sight.It is a real feeling, it is not illusory, nor is it accidental, it is accidental in necessity, because all rational knowledge often depends on perceptual knowledge, if there is no perceptual basis, it is impossible to make rational judgment.

I'm not referring, of course, to my wife, Victoria, whom I married in '99.But this kind of "of course not" cannot be explained to outsiders.

Later, when Brooklyn and Victoria went shopping, they obviously liked it, but in the name of Romeo, they begged Victoria to buy him back 4 small goldfish.When I got home that day, I heard him kneeling in front of the fish tank and shouting "Ferdinand Ferdinand". I looked at Victoria strangely, but she looked back helplessly.

I walked over to hear Brooklyn introduce his four goldfish, "Ferdinand," "Figo" and "Ronaldo," and "Vanderlei."I was slandering Victoria for agreeing to his name, but I saw the little adult hooking my neck while his mother was away, "But mother doesn't seem to like Uncle Lao's name."

That day I found out that my eldest son had the potential to play in the midfield. Didn't playing forward blind his observation and IQ for nothing?

Keke, get back to business.

This year, Aarau was brought back to Manchester by the old man. LawVanDelei, no doubt, by name and Ruud van Nistelrooy, van Basten, van Gaal, van der Sar, van der Vaart, van der Meyde, van Demer (huh?), also Dutch.

Madrid that day was a sunny day unique to Iberia. After arriving in Madrid, my old man, who was not a lord, and I took the train to Toledo. The bright sunshine that is rare in Manchester shined on the simple and elegant Toledo train station. Enter the city to feel the medieval atmosphere first.From a distance, you can see the ancient city of Toledo standing on the hill. The church steeple piercing the sky occupies the commanding heights of the ancient city, and the square castle faces the shingled eaves.

The old man teased me, "Does that look like a long-awaited date?"

Lou van der Ley was a member of Castilla-Real Madrid's second-tier team. It's not clear why he was not in Madrid at that time but in that down and out ancient city.The main entrance of the ancient city is more majestic than the Sagora Gate, and there is a huge emblem of King Carlos I of Spain above the middle arch.

This used to be the famous center of Spanish Christianity and the capital of the secular regime, but Toledo's glorious history began to end in the middle of the 16th century when the Spanish king moved his capital to Madrid, and gradually declined into an ancient town like a ruin.

It's a pity that today we can only imagine the prosperity of the past from the mixed Gothic, Romanesque and Moorish buildings on both sides of the slope and narrow road.

It was under that arch that I saw the boy.You can't just use words like handsome and handsome to describe him. His shoulder-length flaxen half-length hair hangs down to add a softness. Most of his facial features are soft, with a straight nose bridge and not thick lips. those eyes.

Many people have said that my eyes are beautiful, and those olive green eyes seem to contain an infinite gentle green spring. Whether it is true or not, I have always been proud of it.But the moment I saw those gray eyes, I probably really understood why a large part of evaluating a person's appearance depends on the eyes.When he looks elsewhere, from the side, you will feel that pair of gray eyes are flat and unwavering, like the most ruthless deep pool, but everyone who looks at him will feel a very precious emotion, like the gray eyes. In its depths lies a burning flame.

The boy stretched out his hand, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, the gentleness met his eyes, softening the indifference at first sight, "LawVanDelei, Dutchman, hello, I know you are David Beckham who is loved by everyone in the UK .”

Uh oh, he knows I'm British, popular, David Beckham.

The old man cleared his throat next to him, and the way he looked at me told me the fact that he thought I was a bit stupid.So I foolishly asked him what he was looking at.

The boy pointed to the inscription Cervantes gave Toledo on the wall, "The glory of Spain, the light of the city of Spain."

At such an uncivilized age, in such a sunny weather, in such a country full of exotic customs, in such an ancient city full of religious color, under the gaze of such indescribable eyes, in the distance The bells of the cathedral of Toledo were ringing.

This is really terrible.

This can really kill.

I suddenly realized why sometimes in the locker room I watched Roy change his clothes, and he would feel uncomfortable (...Huh?).At the same time, I began to suspect that the reason why Boss brought me in front of this kid was really to let him join Manchester United, rather than to test me about "beauty can stay safe in danger"?

While cursing in his heart, he watched the Dutch kid drag the suitcase beside him. Boss took a look at him, and probably focused his attention on the luggage that was too simple for a multinational and long-term residence, just like me.

Perhaps this attention was too obvious, his face flushed slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the lever. The Boss said bluntly, "Are you going to go back to La Liga to play with other teams in La Liga if you can't get along in England, kid?"

This was an overly serious question, and it was obvious from the dumb look on the kid's face that he hadn't even thought about it. "Of course not, sir." His tone was extremely serious. This kind of firmness and seriousness dispelled my doubts about his excessive beauty and immaturity, and I reluctantly believed that he might still be a player.

"I just think, sir..." He licked his dry lips, "As long as I have a pair of sneakers and goalkeeper gloves, I can live well wherever I am."

Boss may be quite satisfied with this answer, "A substitute goalkeeper is not enough to cope with Manchester City's super high prices."

In my mind, I complained about the old man's bullshit, if Manchester United's backup goalkeeper can't cope with the price...yeah?Substitute goalkeeper?First-team substitute goalkeeper? ...is this 17-year-old going straight to the first team?

Just as I was amazed, the boy raised his head, and the sun shone into his eyes, dazzling like a galaxy full of stars, "No one will allow you to put me on the bench forever."

Even now Manchester United's main player is Peter Schmeichel.

Perhaps in the dark, there is God's will.In Toledo, I witnessed the glory of a team and the glory of a city in the future.

That's Manchester.

manchester.