[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

Lou van der Rey looked down at the magazine in his hand, his half-length uncut hair was hanging down from his cheeks so he couldn't see the person's expression clearly.There is a beautiful nurse next to him who is chatting with him, Alao looks up from time to time and smiles at her to chat with her, the scene is not embarrassing. Lesen couldn't feel the slightest bit of charm from it.

Chelesen turned to the room door and looked at the little nurse in front of him who was always staying in his star's room. The little German beauty blushed. He bowed his head and walked out with a smile.Seeing that the door was closed again, Chelesen turned his head to look at his own star who finally put the magazine on the bedside and seemed to heave a sigh of relief, "Looks like a lot of sex?"

Undoubtedly, Lou van der Ley, the golden bachelor in the eyes of everyone, is a very worthy target, but the Dutchman just smiled and shook his head, "That girl—"

"You don't want to say that you can be her father at your age, do you? Hey, you are a family man!" Cheleisen of course insisted on a rare thing he made fun of, Ah Lao Le chuckled, looking very calm and peaceful, but he just didn't answer Cheleisen's words, and the latter could only change the subject, "How is your recovery today?"

"Didn't you meet my attending doctor just now? You should have known these things a long time ago, right?"

"Okay, okay, so how do you feel about yourself today?" Celeson finished speaking, seeing the guy on the hospital bed wink at him, "Not bad, I still have so many young looks while lying on the hospital bed The beautiful girls have followed suit, which means that the charm value has not diminished."

Where is the problem of undiminished charm?You stay in the hospital bed with a melancholic temperament, you just smile at them, who cares about the fact that you are a sick number now?Chelesen sneered, "It is said that the Netherlands is a country of glass people, and you don't like getting hurt very much. I thought it was a joke, but I realized this when I twisted my waist when I was playing football with my nephew that day."

From time to time, I can hear my agent talk about the fact that I played football with my nephew who is a professional player. Aarau mercilessly exposed him, "You are purely lacking in exercise. I think you want to lie down all day long. Sleep on banknotes."

"Is it wrong for me to love money! When did I not give you a part of the money I earned!" Chelesen said aggrievedly, Alao rolled his eyes obviously, you use me to make money, how dare you say that you are giving it to me?

"Did I mention that my nephew is also a goalkeeper?" Chelesen found a topic to talk to him, and Aarau nodded, "He is now in the Dutch national youth team."

An embarrassment pervaded the two of them.

Cheletsen finally sighed, "Bayern started to transfer Neuer, there should be no turning back."

"I'm ready." Alao raised the pillow behind him a little higher so that he could lean on comfortably, and saw Cheletsen's eyes widen while loosening his suit tie, "You are ready, ready Ready? That would be awesome, because I'm not fucking ready." Arau chuckled with his head down.

"In the end, it's still the same reason. Xenophobia, xenophobia, damn nationality issue, nationality issue! Just because he is the starting goalkeeper of the German team, those Germans don't like to go abroad, and those German teams prefer their own stars. I believe that Neuer will become a top goalkeeper in the future, but now he is better than you? Are you kidding? Just because of that one knife, they thought they could completely deny you? You know..."

"I won the Champions League two months ago, but I have to recover from my injury until the beginning of next year. Who knows how far I will recover after that? Didn't you know that at the beginning?"

Cheletsen sat silently on the sofa, clenched his hands and watched Lou van der Ley without saying a word. Aarau cleared his throat, "Well, let me tell you a joke: Many people don't always think that I have Germans. ancestry?" Noticing Chelesen looking over, he nodded in agreement, "They were right. My mother, whom I never met, was German."

"……cold joke?"

"Well, at least it means that this is not considered 'exclusive', right?"

Chelesen didn't want to be comforted by this person in such a situation. He let out a sigh of relief, "You have won the Ballon d'Or this season, you have won the league title, and you have won the Champions League. You left Manchester United because you wanted to win the Champions League. To leave them the best, you left Bayern because you wanted to leave them the best, Lou van der Ley, you are sure, you will not suddenly choose to retire, but plan to continue playing, right?" After Van der Rey gave a clear answer, Cheletsen nodded, "Okay... In this case, we will transfer to Serie A for two years, then go to Ligue [-], and finally compete with Barcelona or Real Madrid on the bench for a La Liga title. What do you think of the achievements of the five major league championships? I think it is very good, so it is settled!" He naturally reached a consensus by high-fiving, grabbed the suit jacket on the clothes rack, and planned to leave, "There are several Serie A teams. The team contacted me, or, in addition to Juventus, released the news that you want to go to Serie A, I believe there will be more teams..."

His next words were blocked by Aarau, "I want to go back to the Eredivisie, and this time I'm serious, John."

John Cheletsen, who had just pretended to be full of fighting spirit, slumped back to the comfortable leather sofa like a deflated balloon, "...Don't tell me, you have always regarded football as an art." Ah Lao raised his eyebrows and formed a strange expression that could represent thousands of meanings, "Why do you have such an idea? Oh, yes, Coach Van Gaal once said that I lived myself into a dream. Is this irony? Or something else?"

"Why? Besides because that's what you do, what else is there? Or is it that no matter what you think, it doesn't prevent you from wanting to interpret your football career into art?" Swallowed back the pleasant words, "Wealthy families, champions, trophies, talents, sought after by thousands of people, such a person will still have his own belief and persistence in football. Is this your own image that you want to present to the world? A perfect, irreproachable, worthy of admiration and compassion, heartthrob?"

Lou van der Ley raised his hand to stop him, and stared at the ceiling dumbfounded. Celebrity was a little frightened by this reaction, "Where is it hurting you or what?" Allau frowned and looked at cherison in pain. , "No, I just thought about it carefully just now... Tsk, why did I live myself into such a person?"

Chelesen was about to open his mouth to reflect on what he said was a bit too vicious, when he saw Alao sneer, and saw his manager's face darken instantly, "I know my own state, and I don't think about it anymore. It's that good."

"You were number one in the world half a year ago! You just won the Champions League two months ago! No matter what stupid things those quack doctors tell you, don't believe it, and don't be discouraged."

"I'm not discouraged, John... A successful player needs to have fans who really love him. You see, I have, I have a group. Do you think a professional player is in a top league giants team, what else is they The pursuit of championships, championships and honors, isn’t it? Am I missing a championship? I have all the championships and honors a goalkeeper can have, and championships are no longer my pursuit.” He pressed everything in emptiness. Layson asked him to calm down, don't always be so angry, and be calm, "I have been since I was a child, and I went to Spain to gnash my teeth and throw myself black and blue to prove that I can be a good player. When I went to England, it was official. Set sail, I wanted recognition, credit, record and qualifications, I got them all. In Germany to prove that my high transfer fee was not wronged and I didn't leave because of fear of competition with Van der Sar, I still have to be nervous Keep fighting, I, the captain of the Dutch national team, must not be called a 'parallel importer'. This is good enough, isn't it?" Cheletsen also has to admit that this man's words are completely It comes from the heart.

"The whole of Holland will love me!" He suddenly opened his hands and pointed to the ceiling, as if he had the pride and pride of 'I am the king of the world', "It's fun, and I will have more fun when I go back to China. No need So hard and extra training, no need to be overly anxious about the record, no need to work hard for the main position, no need to be bothered by excessive attention to private life. I want to relax, which is more suitable for my current state."

Aarau noticed Chelesen's softened attitude, and he knew that he had succeeded again, so he resorted to his trump card, "The moment I lost my luggage at Madrid Airport, I thought, I should be full of glory instead of In a mess, I returned to my hometown."

How old was this brat at that time?Thirteen, or fourteen?Cheletsen couldn't remember.All he knew was that when Lou Vanderleigh asked with a smile, "Now, that's not an exaggeration, is it, John?"

"Then...you continue to recover from your injuries in Munich, and the problems of the Eredivisie team," Cheletsen took a deep breath, "There are indeed four clubs that have expressed their welcome to you."

"Ajax, Feyenoord, PSV Eindhoven...?" As Aarau paused because of confusion, Chelessen showed the answer, "Feyenoord's satellite club, Rotterdam Elite."

SBV elite and Feyenoord, this can't help but remind Lou van der Rey of the time when he first met Van Persie, the guy who is now the next captain of the Netherlands by default was beaten up and bruised.

The name of this club made Aarau laugh, "If I remember correctly, SBV Elite is a relegation team in the Eredivisie?" Cheleisen licked the corners of his dry lips and seemed to be very surprised by what he said next, "Yes , but the first is that if it is an Eredivisie team, Bayern will only charge an ultra-low transfer fee to express their gratitude to you, and as a satellite team of Feyenoord... Feyenoord's attitude is , if you want to play as a goalkeeper, then welcome to Feyenoord, but if you feel that the goalkeeper position has too much impact on your body in the long run, you can try to go to the SBV elite first, playing as a midfielder or defender-if You are great and they will welcome you to Feyenoord."

"Whoa—" Even Lou Vandre couldn't help being surprised this time, "I just want to say, whoa—"

"Yes, wow——" Chelesen's expression was also a little exciting, "I also reacted to this news when I first heard the news, and I repeatedly confirmed with them that I was not joking. But they said, not just Congratulations, your long pass and organizational ability have always been talked about, not to mention you have such a beautiful free kick skill. I think PSV Eindhoven, who has the best record among the three giants of the Eredivisie, is not in your consideration Within range, as for Ajax, I personally don't recommend you go there."

"Well, although I'm completely moved...but I have to ask why?"

"...my nephew will be promoted to first-team goalkeeper at Ajax next season or the next."

"Hahaha, then I understand," Aarau chuckled, and he didn't think that going to Ajax would become Kyle van der Rey's obsession, not to mention that some things really made him He was a little moved.

He leaned against the head of the bed lost in thought.

Feyenoord, and SBV Elite?

It's such a coincidence story.