[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

Manchester was once the pioneer of the industrial revolution, and now it has long been far away from the "steam and sweat" years.Once the birthplace of the industrial revolution, 200 years later, it is famous all over the world for its football culture.The city where red and blue meet is full of passion and youth.

"How do you feel? The largest financial center in the UK except London." I drove Aarau back to my residence, trying not to sound hoarse and excited, "but this Don't let the Boss hear, the Boss is from Manchester."

"...Isn't Boss from Scotland?"

The full name of the United Kingdom is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, which consists of England, Scotland and Wales on the island of Great Britain, and Northern Ireland in the northeast of the island of Ireland.In fact, it is the British themselves who take it the most seriously.

Especially England and Scotland, which seem to be merged, are actually full of grievances and hatreds.

I heard the children around me ask somewhat curiously, although the boss will not admit it, but it is also good to spread the consensus of the team to the future teammates.About Boss has actually regarded Manchester as his home, but that stubborn old man will not admit it.

United Kingdom, Manchester.

Lou van der Ley looked out of the window in a daze. I think he might not be very used to leaving Madrid, which is full of literary and artistic atmosphere, and coming to such a heavy industrial city.He was whispering something, I couldn't catch it, but I could probably guess that it wasn't English or Spanish, but Dutch.

Dutch is not common in the world, even because of its fast speaking speed and complicated pronunciation, probably only the Dutch will be good at this language.I wonder if it is to get along well with cohabitants and learn in my spare time in the future.

Oh, by the way, since Aarau is underage and I live alone, Boss assigned Aarau to my house to live in.

Law pursed his lips, "It's very good, I think I'll like it. This is the hometown of Jane Eyre."

Listen, this is the literary youth.They can even find masters from an area full of rural atmosphere, and masterpieces from a heavy industrial city.

This may make me even more confused, he should not be a player but an artist, "That is to say, you came to Madrid by yourself at the age of 12, and there is not even a video of your training?"

The boy nodded and didn't seem to be surprised, "Do you want to know why I'm not in Ajax, or why I was accepted by La Fabrica directly?"

I paused, although this was what I wanted to know just now, but for some reason, I lost the desire to know for a moment. "Actually, I just want to know what you just said in Dutch." I pursed my lips deliberately, showing that I was misunderstood.

"I want to abide by the laws approved by the world issued by God, and I want to stick to the principles I accepted when I was sober, not when I am crazy like now." He used English completely this time, even with a little bit of correct accent. Oxford accent, also speaking of the arrogance expressed by the upper class - although Jane Eyre was indeed a lower class person.

I looked at the red light at the intersection, stopped slowly, looked at the boy in the passenger seat with a gentle smile, "Are you nervous?"

This kind of nervousness can even be described as nervousness. From the moment he got into the car, his back was straight and never touched the back of the seat.So I saw the boy lowered his head, his long flaxen hair was soft and loose but seemed lifeless. The next second, he seemed to feel that this was not a good reflection. He looked up at me and shook his head.

This cover-up is really ineffective, even when he is shaking his head, I still feel that his gray eyes are quite dim, lost the brilliance when I saw him in Toledo, like a sad little husky?

Frightened by my brain, I shrugged helplessly. To be honest, I am not a person who is good at dealing with others, but for this boy, I always feel that his whole style of painting does not match the toughness of Manchester United and the Premier League. " Speaking of which, when I first played in the Premier League, the old man told me, 'David, you don't look like Manchester United.' But..." I laughed, and pulled back my messy blond hair hanging by my ear, "...They know now that I'm the team captain except for Roy—well, I'm the captain now, and I'm the one with the most cards."

This is indeed a very interesting phenomenon. Boss has always felt that I am soft (?) easy to bully.However, that proud look seemed a bit hilariously arrogant in the eyes of Lou van der Ley, so he really smiled softly, "I don't want to get a red card in my life."

So I, who was still in a state of showing off just now, was suddenly suffocated, and turned to look at the boy next to me helplessly, only to see him blinking his beautiful eyes innocently, "Do I look like that?" Doesn't fit Manchester United's style either?"

...It's better than a silent state, although now it looks like a little husky just rolling.

"Yeah..." I slowly parked the car in the garage, and unknowingly arrived at home. My palms messed up the boy's hair at random. Seeing the boy resisting the hand that ruined his hairstyle, I felt even worse. He grabbed his head and rubbed it with interest, "Why are you so nervous?"

Law glanced the other way. "Hmmm... this is Old Trafford, so I'm going to be nervous."

If this reason is okay for other children, it is not very credible for this boy who was born in the youth training of La Fabrica, who has been the starting goalkeeper of Real Madrid's second team Castilla all the year round and almost entered the Bernabeu.It is said that the dream of all Castilla players is to play for Real Madrid.

But I didn't think the boy would tell me everything neatly. When I was carrying his luggage, I felt that it was not only unusually small, unusually small, but also unusually light. I asked casually, "What's in it?"

"...some clothes and a football."

... What are you doing with a football?Even if he loves his job, logically, he should wear gloves, right?

"So, should you be thankful that you don't have to bring a training video this time?"

But the little ghost didn't explain, and still had a friendly smile. I couldn't help but be speechless, my vigilance was really high.

This should have been a good thing, and it was a good thing that gave me great peace of mind.But it wasn't long before I realized I was wrong, and very wrong.

Looking at the single-family villa in front of him and the small piece of open green space in front of him, Lao couldn't help feeling, "Don't you think it's boring to live here alone?" I looked at his expression, and I probably heard that it was replaced by "boring". What exactly is the word, "So Boss let you live with me?" Originally, young players from other places can board at fans' homes. love.

I want to talk to him more, like how big is my garden and what am I going to grow, my labrador is called Michelle but Gary they all think "MissYou" is disgusting so just call my poor little dog ', I plan to take him to North Point tomorrow, it should be very popular with literary youth like him.But Alao just pursed his lips and nodded very simply, so the atmosphere returned to silence.

I felt a little helpless, I was ready to whistle for Mixiu to come over, but the kid extinguished my enthusiasm like this, "Speaking of which, where is your luggage... from Madrid?" Lao was startled, "At my friend Igor, you must not know him, he is also the goalkeeper of Castilla."

"...Sounds like a heart-wrenching plot? You left Castilla, so your little friend became Castilla's starting goalkeeper?" I felt that it seemed a bit overstepped when I said it, but the boy It is even more sad to say, "Well, yes, he will be promoted to Real Madrid in the near future, and then he will become Real Madrid's starting goalkeeper step by step."

"It sounds like you have a lot of confidence in him." I shrugged.

Of course, after a long time, I became very familiar with this friend of his.

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In the early morning, I opened my eyes, squinted again under the glare of the sun, staring blankly at the ceiling above my head in a daze.Probably watching the night scene yesterday and falling asleep, glanced at the time which is not too early, and messed up his hair somewhat annoyed.Damn, I still have an introverted looking brat that needs to be taken care of.

Thinking of this, he quickly got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, casually grabbed his soft light blonde hair, and showed a very confident smile.Speaking of which, whether it's the compliments of others or my own self-esteem, I still have a certain degree of confidence in my appearance.

When I walked down the stairs quickly, I saw that [the introverted kid who needs to be taken care of] was sitting at the dining table obediently enjoying breakfast, and saw me coming down with a smile, the smile was very light but soft, I instantly thought Fortunately, the urge to touch his cheek was restrained in time.

"I'm sorry... I overslept and troubled you so much." The British man who calls himself a gentleman——I, showed a rather embarrassed expression, chewed the food in my mouth and swallowed quickly, "I should be the one who gave you some food. It's troublesome, and I'm also staying at your house, so I can't help you with anything."

I wanted to say something more, but I saw the boy tilted his head and shrugged while holding the milk glass, indicating that the topic was over.It was only then that I noticed the milk stains on his cheeks, and I couldn't even tell them apart on that fair cheek, with an extremely exciting and cuteness.

I'm such a pervert.