[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

Lou Vandre's happiest thing finally happened!

His little candy came home.

After Bayern's training, Robben's wife Bernadine took Luca and Candice to the training base to play.The little girl is wearing Bayern's No. [-] jersey, but it is not Law, but Papa.

Candice ran quickly on the green field with loose braids. Alao, who had just changed into clean clothes after taking a shower, hugged the little girl who ran past him in his arms. Candice smiled and said Kissed Papa herself, and then hugged Alao's neck, she was like a coquettish kitten, "My Papa is delicious!"

Mueller, who was passing by, interjected, "You Papa's forehead is going to be bald!"

Candace looked up at him viciously, trying to express every word clearly, "I, Papa, am the tallest, most handsome, and the best!"

Muller liked the way the little girl was so angry but didn't know how to express herself. She grinned and wanted to tease her. Alao carried the little girl around half a circle and looked at Muller helplessly, " Can't you stop messing with her all the time?"

Candice turned her back to Mueller, and her voice was deliberately amplified, "Papa, I'm not crying!" Aarau touched her hair, listening to the voice that was almost crying, "Okay, Thomas is going to cry." Mu Le made a grimace, and raised his hand to call for Luca, who was being held by Schweinsteiger, to come over quickly.Luca was put on the ground, ran over and raised his arms to grab the hand of Candice who was held by Aarau. Candice hooked Luka's finger, retracted his hand and hugged Aarau's neck tightly, aggrieved, Her little face was buried in the hollow of her shoulder and she didn't make a sound.

Alao kicked on Muller's leg, and Muller screamed exaggeratedly, "Candy, your invincible Papa hit me!" Candice put his hands behind his back and slapped the air indiscriminately, as if to help Alao. Muller cooperated and brought his face closer to let the little girl vent her anger.

After a while, Candace was finally coaxed, and Mueller walked away. Candice peeked to see that there was no one else around, rubbed Alao's earlobe and said, "Papa, I don't like you having a beard." Alao touched his chin Only then did I realize that I really had stubble, so I shaved off my beard after I promised to go home with a smile.

"Papa, I don't like how you always tie your hair so tightly." Candace said, touching Alao's hair rope and pulling it down. Alao let her take it off and tied it loosely, and then put her on On the ground, "Go and play with Luka, okay?"

Seeing the little girl who was about to run towards Luka, Alao stopped her, "Your Uncle Alger is sick, don't mess around, and don't touch your Uncle Alger's head with Luka, do you hear me?"

Candice turned in a circle, "Okay!"

Dortmund's mortal enemy is Schalke 04. In the Bundesliga, the grievances and hatreds between this pair of mortal enemies are the greatest. This matter has been instilled countless times by Aarau.However, the relationship with Bayern is relatively good. You will think of Hoffenheim, Schalke 04 and Leverkusen, but there will never be Dortmund.

Many Bundesliga teams are somewhat hostile to Bayern. It must be admitted that Bayern has a huge advantage in Germany, but it is impossible to talk about maliciously suppressing competitors.Football transfers have their own food chain, that is, the laws of the market. There are indeed huge energy and economic advantages among clubs, but this is all done step by step. Especially in the Bundesliga environment, it is not allowed for rich bosses to inject capital, which is actually more beneficial. Environmental health.Just like when Bayern was at a trough a few years ago, they couldn't keep people. It may be the same reason.

Aarau was having dinner with Candice at home when suddenly the doorbell rang.The little girl tilted her head and looked at the door, and Alao patted her on the head to open the door.Standing at the door was Celison who was in deep thought. He raised the red wine bottle in his hand in front of Aarau, "Surprise!"

Aarau let Cheletsen into the house, and Candice was looking back in his chair, and saw Cheletsen waved at him.Cheleisen kissed Candice familiarly, and looked at Aarau with a smile, "I brought good wine, tell me you still have enough food to fill me up?"

Alao rolled his eyes, "You play with Candy for a while, I'll fry a steak for you." Chelesen nodded in satisfaction, and made a face at the giggling Candice, "Good luck!"

Alao knew that Cheleisen came so late, of course it was not for a meal, but it was rare for chelisen to hold back his mouth at the dinner table, and Alao was happy to see how long he could hold back.It was almost ten o'clock when he finally coaxed the little girl, and when he walked into the living room, he saw Chelesen open the bottle of red wine he had brought.

Alao took the wine glass he handed over, glanced at his watch, "You don't seem to be going to leave today?" Cheleisen smacked his lips, "The things I told you are more important, so I'll stay at your house for a while nighttime then."

"What you've been busy with recently is the Golden Globes...why, you still want to talk to me about this topic?" Of course Aarau knew what John Cheletsen was busy with recently, and he also asked about the Golden Globes There are quite a few of them, and some Alao took it for granted and followed suit.

"Actually, if it was a few years ago, with the Champions League winner and the World Cup winner, Wesley's Golden Globe award would have been a matter of course." Cheletsen said with a curled lip, "But not this year."

Alao frowned and put down the glass in his hand, "What do you mean, not this year?"

Chelesen pressed his hands and said that we were just having a normal conversation, "Kaka was the European and World Player of the Year in 07, Ronaldo was both in 08, and Messi was both in 09... the selection of European Footballer and World Player of the Year The standards are gradually merging, so this year the two awards are simply merged, you know that right?"

"Huh?" Arau leaned on the back of the sofa, "So they should choose a fair and unquestionable candidate, shouldn't they?"

Chelesen spread his palms flat, "Do you really think Wesley is the undisputed candidate? To be honest, since the day this award was invented, has anyone been 100% undisputed?"

"As you said, he is the core midfielder of the champions of the Champions League and the World Cup. Even if there is controversy, he is the one with the least controversy, isn't he?" Aarau looked directly at Chelesen, "You have to convince me, Or, tell me why you changed your original idea."

"Wesley Sneijder, we all know he's good, but in Inter Milan, in a team with Mourinho, the brightest will never be a player, unless like the Portuguese went to Real Madrid It’s another matter. But in the Dutch national team, can you tell who is the real core of the team between Van Marwijk and Van der Vaart? Can you tell the difference?” Celesen said these words with a calm expression, “Controversy There's always been, and as you say, Wesley has the least debate, but their first combined award to go down in history needs gimmicks, not everyone's approval."

"I know there is a saying that the importance of commercialization will be greater than that of professionalism. You mean, it will become more...exaggerated after the merger?" Aarau understood what Cheleisen meant, and he looked at it with a frown. Chelesen, who seemed confident, snapped his fingers, "You get it!"

Alao looked at Çelesen silently, and heaved a long sigh of relief, "Then let's wash up and sleep!" After speaking, he really stood up and planned to leave. Come back, I won't pretend anymore!"

Lao van der Ley put his arms around his chest, "You said that Wesley has nothing to win the Golden Globe. According to your opinion, the first estimate is Messi who has excellent performance and the greatest commercial value. So what else is there to talk about? "

"I have some friendship with Mendes." Celesen seemed to be digging a bit, "Real Madrid is not the favorite for the awards this time, the big agent is not willing to let Barcelona win with such an exaggerated advantage..."

"...and Wesley has a good relationship with Mourinho, who was Inter's coach, but why would he help like that?"

Cheletsen looked at Lao van der Ley, his expression changed from stunned to collapsed, "I told you so much, I told you so much! Have you become a fool, you smart man, or do you want me to say it yourself? Say it? Well, let me say it... Lou Vandre, you never fucking imagine that you are the one who can catch the leak?"

The room was silent.

After a while, Alao said shyly, "Bronze ball? Is it interesting for me to be the one with the most copper balls?"

"Bayern Munich broke into the Champions League final and the Netherlands won the World Cup. You are the main goalkeeper and the captain of the national team! Now you are the well-deserved leader in Dutch football. They are willing to pamper you just like Van Basten back then! And to put it bluntly, your value is higher in the eyes of those people than Wesley. If it were you, those well-known figures in Dutch football would not complain too much about the unfairness of this award, do you understand?"

Chelesen stood up and looked at Aarau at the same level. Aarau rubbed his fingers irritably, "I don't have any requirements for the copper ball. Since Mendes wants to do that, it is a matter of mutual benefit, then you should go all out. Let Wesley even enter the top three, don't end up with nothing."

Chelesen pretended not to hear it and continued to talk, "You are now forbidden to talk about the Ballon d'Or. You are not Yashin, you know it and I know it, but in the era when the striker is in charge of the midfielder, there will never be a shortage of hope. There's a second Yashin. So your mission is completely over, stop creating a split between you and Wesley, Yashin, I mean Yashin, you understand?"

Lao van der Ley's eyes widened for a moment, and he suddenly understood the reason why Cheletsen had been so excited.

"Is there anything more gimmick than this? And it's definitely unexpected but reasonable - I have to choose someone to go to Messi, Xavi, Ines, the damn giant Barcelona. Tower, run for the Ballon d'Or!"

"I'm talking about the Golden Globes! Are you interested this time, Lou van der Rey!"