[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

Aarau once asked Van Basten, what is the use of gathering in the middle of the game, except for a little understanding of the lineup.Van Basten held up his notebook to write and draw pictures. Just standing there, this man could cause the crowd to exclaim in surprise. However, those voices were very common to him. After finishing, he closed the notebook and slapped Alao on the back, without sparing any effort, "What did you say?"

Alao twitched the corner of his mouth, weakly repeating what he said just now.Van Basten thought about it for a long time, "Let you know that you are valued. You see, now that you know that you have entered the U21, you will work harder? Besides, you are the only one who can be the main player of the team at this age. Not many, not too much time-consuming..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly grinned happily, "Oh, by the way, you are not the main force of the team."

Alao felt that this person was really not good at chatting.

The training camp is coming to an end, and I will return to Manchester after living in Rotterdam for a few days.The fitness coach Kacha locked the gate of the stadium, and Aarau would not let him in no matter what he said.Van Persie gloated at the side and said, as a goalkeeper, how can he play alone? The "goalkeeper" who is almost 1.9 meters tall glanced at him lightly, threw the football in his hand in the air, and played on the spot. Freestyle football.

Although this kind of way of showing off skills is not worthy of praise, but whoever is 14 years old is interested in these.Van Persie pursed his mouth, and this action exposed the two hare teeth that were out of place. He put his hands behind his head and looked bored, but he just needed to ignore the eyes that he glanced at the kicked football from time to time. "I can do these of yours, too?" Alao knew how awkward he can be now without even raising his eyes, "Boy, it should be 'I can also do these of yours'."

Regarding his scumbag right foot skills, he has been told countless times by the coach.Van Persie certainly understands that this is a real problem, but it is really troublesome to play the board. With this time, it is better to train more on his left foot, which has an excellent sense of the ball.He automatically ignored this question, "It seems that you will have to stay away from the court tomorrow and take root in the dormitory?" He's just an otaku, he would rather sit alone and not be good at it, or he likes to hang out with a bunch of people.But imagine what it would be like to stay alone in a dormitory for a day...

"Is there anything interesting near Rotterdam?" Thinking of this, he asked the Rotterdam natives around him. Van Persie still hadn't reacted to this magical turn, "Fun? Churches, old houses, windmills, that's all. What fun can there be?" of?"

"Windmills? Oh, yes, I heard that there is the largest windmill village in the Netherlands near Rotterdam?" Aarau suddenly became interested, but Van Persie looked at him like he was looking at a madman, "Aren't all windmill villages like that?" Son? Are you the Dutchman who wants to be so excited... or is there really nothing interesting in Amsterdam?" His expression suddenly became a little sympathetic.

This kid's face-changing and god-turning have always been unpredictable, and after several days of getting along with each other, Alao has successfully realized this. "I know Spain better than I know Holland." Aarau said, thinking of his experience, Van Persie also understood the reason, "So you are going to Kinderdijk to see the windmills?"

Arau raised his eyebrows, he bent down to look at the boy beside him, and grinned.Under the sun, his brown hair seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder, and in those gray eyes that he thought were plain at first sight, there was absolute tenderness and a cunning that was missed by the other party.He is much taller than Van Persie, who was a child, but he doesn't feel oppressive.It seems that the word "strong" has nothing to do with him, at least not with him off the court.Van Persie thought to himself, this guy really grew up so tall for nothing, and automatically ignored the smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was at this time that he asked, "Aren't you going to Kinderdijk with me?" Van Persie, who was too young and really too young, agreed in a daze.

After discussing the departure the next morning, Aarau packed his luggage, greeted the team leader, and followed Van Persie back to his home.On the way home by bus, Aarau remembered why this kid was able to ask for leave so easily. Van Persie looked at the familiar scenery passing by outside the window, and said indifferently, "I haven't officially joined Feyenoord yet. , and are not under much control." At that moment, Alao felt that such a willful character, what kind of character should parents have.He completely forgot that it was he himself who hooked up the child out of his beauty.

And when finally arrived at the destination after several twists and turns, Aarau twitched the corners of his mouth when he looked at a house that was obviously similar to the surrounding houses but had a very different overall decoration.After Van Persie took out the key to open the door, and saw the huge oil painting in front of his eyes, Aarau looked at the whole house with extremely strong color impact in a little amazement.Van Persie downplayed everything, "This is my mother's house. My mother is a jewelry designer, but she will be happier if you call her a painter."

You can tell the difference by listening to the wording. This stubborn boy's parents divorced since he was a child.Old Mr. Van Persie Bob is a famous Dutch sculptor who is good at making modern sculptures out of waste newspapers or other waste products. He pursues incompleteness for beauty. His mother, Lars, is a jewelry designer and also has an eye for discovering beauty. The beauties hope to create the most perfect works in their lives.

Aarau took the mineral water that Van Persie took out of the refrigerator and threw it over, holding it in his hand but not in a hurry to drink it.He looked up and down the veritable son of an artist, "So why didn't you follow the path of an artist?"

"Oh, God didn't give him the hands of an artist." A woman's voice came from the porch. The teasing in that voice and Van Persie shrugged his shoulders indifferently, allowing Aarau to distinguish the identity of the person.The woman who walked in was wearing comfortable house slippers, and she hadn't had time to change her delicate makeup and well-matched clothes, but that was it, she ran over to hug his son with small steps, Van Persie looked reluctant but carefully Take the ice water in your hand away from your mother.

When the two separated, Van Persie pointed to Aarau who was standing aside, "Lau van der Ley..." Before he could finish speaking, Lars leaned over and gave the young man who would mistakenly think it was a model a hug, Aarau Lao Zuo hugged the mother lightly, "Hi, I'm Lou Van Dre, you can call me Arau, I'm Robin's friend."

"You can just call me Russ," the mother, who looked very young and active, finished, pointing to her brat with a smile, "Robin's friend? Oh, that's really interesting... This kid has been Complaining about me and his father giving him a bad name."

Just after saying this, Van Persie's already tangled expression became even more depressed, "Mom, didn't you say you don't want to mention this matter?" Maybe because he was too lazy to listen to what he said when he was a child, he picked up his backpack and went upstairs to his room.Lars looked at his back, which seemed to be running away, and his voice was very gentle, which made Aarau feel very comfortable, "When he was a child, he always blamed us for calling him 'Robin', saying that Because of this, I have always been just one person." The words were very ironic.

Such a character is indeed not a pleasing character, but if you compare yourself to a lone ranger, it is inevitable that you are a little bit too good.Thinking of this, Aarau couldn't help feeling amused. This kid is indeed an Amsterdammer living in Rotterdam.

However, such a comparison is a bit dramatic. Van Persie is a "Robin" who usually ignores the laws and regulations, while Van der Ley is the "law" that can be seen from his name.

Russ didn't know that her son would bring friends home, so she changed and started preparing dinner.Alao looked at the closed room of the stinky boy who was gone forever, and went to the kitchen to help make some preparations.Hearing that the two of them planned to go to Kinderdijk tomorrow, the mother suggested that they should go by bicycle together, after all, the distance is not very far.

Arau looked at Lars with some helplessness, and Lars was entertained by his expression, "That's what I said, but it will indeed be an impressive trip?" After finishing speaking, he asked while cutting the vegetables in his hand , "Just play casually, don't put too much pressure on you, even if I lose my son, I won't blame you."

Although I don't know how this mother saw his pressure, although in fact Aarau's pressure was not because he was afraid of losing Van Persie, but he knew that this was right, it was just to relax and go out for fun, there was no need Make yourself so tense all the time.

After a full meal, the tableware was packed and the two of them began to prepare for tomorrow's journey.It should be said that he is the son of an artist. Van Persie immediately agreed with his mother's suggestion about cycling. Beckham has been complaining about his "artistic feelings" as the British call him. Aarau thought that if he saw Van Persie, he might You will know what is a little bit of a big deal.Although the artistic cells that Lars teased did not grow in his hands, there is no doubt that even if it is not his hands, this kid will definitely have artistic cells.

At least this somewhat uninhibited personality and romantic pursuits are definitely not uncommon.

Arau temporarily lived in the opposite door of Van Persie. He had just packed himself up and was ready to go to bed when the 'Robinman' from the opposite door knocked on the door. "My parents have a very good relationship. In fact, it's more because of their artistic ideas..." Alao realized that he had inadvertently learned the kid's secret, but in fact...

"I see, Robin," Aarau even thought that if he rubbed his hair because of his height, would this child who was a bit shy at the moment be blown up, "or can I share with you a secret of mine? "

"—I never saw my mother."