National Treasure Striker [Football]

In the distance, they could hear the girls screaming again.

Then Haverts was put down, and he looked up and saw that the man had returned to his casual image of smoking a cigarette without any ruffian.

"Okay, little Kay, we can begin."

Havertz's face flushed belatedly, only his mother would call him so affectionately!

He walked to where he was supposed to go under Julian's signal, and after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Julian: "Come on, Youni!"

Julian who was called by nickname:? ? ?

It's one thing to be dazed, and at the same time, he didn't stop moving his feet, and he didn't look at the soles of his feet. With a random flick of his toes, the ball flew to the hands of the burr head staring at them with precision as if he had eyes.

At this moment, anyone who is smarter should know who has the right to use the stadium this afternoon.

The teenagers on the opposite side looked at each other and cleverly spread out their positions. As long as the opponent came over, they would pass the ball to each other.In this way, it doesn't matter if the world's number one defender is standing opposite, after all, people can't run the ball.

However, Julian asked Haverts to come up, not to let him feel how bright the sun is after an afternoon. He has already planned the route in his mind-even if he used to be a striker, a good player should be all-round, at least the midfielder should have They must also have the awareness.

When the two teenagers on the opposite side started to move, Julian turned his back and pointed in one direction towards Haverts Jr.

His gesture attracted everyone, including the teenagers on the opposite side who were passing the ball to each other.

Love on the sidelines couldn't help stretching his fingers to his nostrils, which is his habit when he thinks about problems in a happy mood.

He can probably see that Julian's hands are not pointing blindly, he has his own way of thinking about playing football.

Haverts ran a few steps according to Julian's instructions, and when he turned his head, he saw Julian approaching the frantic Burrhead at some point, and easily poked the ball towards him not far away.

Havertz's eyes lit up, without thinking about how Julian did it, he went to chase the ball.

Seeing the ball being broken away like this, the hairy head widened his eyes: "You!" How did this person do it?

"The consequences of not paying attention when dribbling the ball." Julian moved the unlit cigarette in his mouth and left a sentence.

Burrhead: "..."

What does this person think when he plays football and still smokes?

Is this person stupid if he has cigarettes but does not smoke?

Julian went to chase Havertz, who was about to be blocked. Seeing Julian, the kid was also very witty and passed the ball to Julian.

The position of the pass was not very accurate. Julian judged the position, adjusted his speed, and quickly followed the ball.

He didn't stop the ball for more than half a second, just glanced at the goal, and found the best shooting angle.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, and looked in the direction of the cigarette butt, all the goalkeeper's faces were covered with crap.

Calm analysis!

Seamless!

Society you Julian Papa!

Still with his left foot, this time he aimed for the near corner, but when he kicked it, it seemed to be hitting the far corner.

His fake action deceived everyone including the goalkeeper. People subconsciously followed the direction of his foot and probed. As a result, the ball turned into a slow rolling ball!

The goalkeeper, who had been tricked by a fake move, fell to the other side long ago, and it was too late to think about it!

Once again he watched the ball into the net feebly, and there was nothing he could do.

"Yeah!" Havertz jumped up, happier than he scored the goal.

The goalkeeper turned his head to look at the man who was smoking a cigarette from head to toe and still cared about his messy hair. His background was a group of passers-by clapping desperately.

It wasn't over yet, he opened his arms to hug the child who ran over to hug him, his right hand clamped the smoke that seemed to have some magical energy around his mouth, took it off, and lit it with his index finger.

The afternoon sun shone on his golden hair and light-colored eyelashes, bringing out a somewhat satisfied laziness.

... This kind of instant sight of lighting a cigarette after the event is so damn sweet.

goalkeeper:"……"

For the first time, I felt the gap between people.

The young girls on the sidelines were eager to try, and some even rummaged through their pockets, regretting that they did not bring a lighter.

They want so badly to light that handsome guy!

Strength crushed.That group of half-children didn't come here for the third time. They had a clue and didn't want to continue to embarrass themselves, so they left with one step at a time.

Haverts and his friends cheered and followed Julian to the sidelines, like two little followers.

It was only then that people could see Julian's appearance clearly. He was indeed very handsome, and there was no blind spot when viewed up close.The girls were in a commotion, and it took a long time to come up with the first good candidate to strike up a conversation with.

The culture of the Germans is destined that they will not chase idols or stars with excessive enthusiasm.

Some careful people among them noticed something different: "Hey, did you find that he looks familiar?"

"Ah, it's true that he looks a bit like Felix... the boy who danced the tango... what a pity."

"Impossible, Felix is ​​a dancer, how could he be so good at football?"

"I don't know if I will have the chance to watch Felix dance again. He was really amazing a few years ago. I really liked him at that time... Why can't I think about fighting with others? Nivela is still dancing. The people who have changed."

Nivera, the ex-girlfriend of this body.

Julian's face remained unchanged, as if the voices around him were talking about someone else and had nothing to do with him.He returned the ball to the child, and saw a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses standing in front of him.

The middle-aged man smiled kindly at him and took off his sunglasses: "May I ask, young man, which club have you played in?"

Julian didn't answer immediately, he couldn't say Barcelona again, adults are not as easy to deceive as children.

In the end, he didn't say it, and Haverts Jr. said it for him:

"Julian is a player of Barcelona's second team! I'm afraid you will be able to see him play in the first team next year!"

Julian: "..."

Dane: "..."

Love, who just finished picking his nostrils nearby: "..."

Julian thought he was going to lose his job, but when he heard this statement, the middle-aged man in front of him smiled even wider: "Oh! Really? Although I have never heard of your name, I am sorry that I am not a Barcelona fan. My home team is Arsenal...it turned out to be a child of Barcelona's youth training camp! No wonder they are so good!"

Julian: "..."

Loew: "..."

Dane's words were very sincere. In his heart, Julian was a Barcelona player, which was really a good surprise.As people from Arsenal, the Barcelona second team is too familiar to them. Isn't their former captain Cesc Fabregas a character who came out of the Barcelona youth training camp back then!

His old friend, Arsenal coach Arsene Wenger, when he took Fabregas away with his eyes and eyes, he almost took Messi away too!

Thinking about the fact that Wenger is always close to signing future big stars, he can't help but feel sorry for old friends.

This is great, there is another young man from the Barcelona youth training camp in front of him!What potential he has!

Barcelona is full of talents now, but there are not many young people in the youth training. On the contrary, Arsenal is different. Arsenal is particularly short of people now, from strikers to goalkeepers.

They can't wait to search for cheap and easy-to-use players from the five major leagues, and it's one of them to win a big prize.

The just-concluded 2-8 defeat to Manchester United proved that there were too many holes in Arsenal's lineup and they couldn't make up for it.

He is retired, but he is still happy to help Wenger, who has been struggling recently. He can't bear to see his old friend fall into a lover and run away, be tortured by Manchester United, and have no money to buy good players. He has to grit his teeth and lead the team to the fourth. among.

Dane cracked the abacus for Professor Wenger. You Barcelona bought our captain twice, and we Arsenal tapped your potential stocks twice!

Arsenal poached Xiaofa from Barcelona at the beginning, and later sold captain Henry to Barcelona; now captain Xiaofa has returned to Barcelona, ​​so it is no problem to dig a second potential stock from Barcelona!

He selectively ignored why a player from the Barcelona youth academy would still appear in Germany after the start of the new season.In other words, it doesn't really matter whether Julian is a professional player or not-it's better not to, so that Arsenal can save trouble and money.

He handed Julian a business card: "Son, maybe you won't refuse this invitation."

The old fox spread his smile: "Are you interested in going to the Premier League to try?"

Julian took his business card, which was a bit old.

"Arsena Wenger? Your name?" Julian glanced twice, always feeling that the name looked familiar.

The middle-aged man with an official air said: "Oh, this is not me. This is the coach of Arsenal. His name is Arsene Wenger. You know, there will be no second Arsene in this world."

After Dane finished speaking, he was thinking that the young man in front of him must have understood what he meant, and maybe he would jump up happily because he had the opportunity to play in the Premier League.

However, Julian's focus was touching: "Are you a scout for Arsenal, sir?"

Former Arsenal vice-chairman Dane: "..."

Dane: "You can think so, boy. You probably don't pay attention to the Premier League, and you don't know much about Arsenal. But it doesn't matter, believe me, at Arsenal, you will have more room to display your talents."

"Arsenal's trial window is still open and I can write you a letter of recommendation."

Julian blinked. He made a decision to be a goalkeeper and applied for trial training to several clubs in the Bundesliga. He didn't receive a reply, and he probably won't receive it in the future.

So soon there is an opportunity in front of us, although it is a little far away.

It doesn't matter which club he goes to, the only requirement is to have a chance to play. Based on this, small teams and teams with poor results are the first choice.

But now there is still a problem before him——

His current old father, the big boss, old Felix, would probably die of anger.

Julian had no parents in his previous life, but suddenly he has a father in this life. The feeling is still very different, even though they are not close at all.

Julian could already imagine what the old man said to himself sullenly——

"I allowed you to dance, you promised me that I would be famous, and now you not only messed up, but almost lost your life. Then you told me, you are going to play football?"

Thinking of this, he was about to leave when his waist was hugged.

He looked down and saw that it was a familiar child.

Haverts hugged him in desperation, seeing his elder brother looking at himself, he put down his hand blushing again, and said falteringly: "Brother, will I have a chance to see you in the future?"

Julian blinked. He probably didn't expect the child to like him so much, and he also liked the other person very much. However, they met by chance, and he didn't care whether they could see each other in the future.

The reality is cruel, and the child's world still needs to be maintained. Julian squatted down and looked at him at the same level: "Play well, play in the first team, play better than everyone else, and you will definitely see me again."

Haverts nodded, his big eyes were still full of reluctance, he was not young, but he knew that Julian was coaxing him.

Julian patted his face, thought for a while, then took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to him: "I don't have anything else with me, I give you this as a token."

He smiled: "You can keep it if you want. But you can hold it, but you can't open it, and you can't smoke it. We will meet again later, and I will check it."

The child's eyes lit up again. If he didn't believe it just now, he was full of hope now.

For some reason, Julian gave him a token, as if he had given him a promise, making him clear his goal at once.

"The court this afternoon is yours, little Kay." Julian stood up.

Havertz nodded, said goodbye to him, watched the other party leave, and then looked down at the cigarette case in his hand.

The design of the box body is simple, with a black spider drawn on the upper right corner.

It looked expensive, so he decided to go back and wrap it up and keep it safe, without anyone seeing it.

His little friend came to look for him, and he put it in his pocket like a baby and covered it tightly.

Julian was walking back with his business card in his hand, just as he reached the side of the road, a low-key luxury BMW stopped in front of him.

Julian: "..."

The car door opened, and what came out was not black silk high-heeled shoes, but a long leg wrapped in suit pants, with shiny high-end men's leather shoes underneath.

Oh, old Felix.

The facial features of the man who got out of the car were somewhat similar to Julian's, but he looked more mature and stable. He was about 40 years old, maybe not yet.

Julian's hand touched the body casually, there was no temperature, and the engine had been out for a while.

It seems that he has not just arrived.

People not far away looked at this side one after another, apparently they were all attracted by the man who got off the luxury car.Julian treated him as an ordinary acquaintance, facing this man who was full of aura, straight to the point: "I am going to try the Premier League."

"..."

The handsome old man didn't speak, just stared at his son who had grown so big by accident, his eyes were full of wanting to eat him.

Julian continued: "I'm sorry that I have no interest in your company. You are still young. Maybe you can consider having another heir. I think your secretary is very suitable."

Old Felix was silent for two seconds: "...she is just my subordinate."

The old man was very calm: "How are your feet?"

Julian said honestly, "No."

"..."

"boarding."

All right, get in the car and prepare to be beaten.Julian turned his head and waved to the children over there as a farewell. By the way, he also saw Dane who was looking at him in a daze.

Dane watched the young man smile at him, shouted "Thank you for the invitation, I will consider it" and got into the luxury car.

Young people today...

The current young man, Julian, sat in the back seat of the car with a fearless expression on his face.

The old man in the co-pilot said concisely: "Which club?"

Julian: "Arsene."

"..."

After he finished speaking, he realized that it was wrong, and lowered his head and took out the business card: "No, this is the name of the head coach."

The driver in the driver's seat interjected: "Is it Arsenal?"

"Yes, Arsenal." After Julian finished speaking, he looked at his father innocently through the rear-view mirror of the car.

Julian looked at the situation, old Felix seemed to be letting go?It's really not like him.

Old Felix's gaze fell to the corner of his mouth, specifically to the cigarette: "You can't smoke in the car. Not even our brand."

"I'm just playing with it." Julian wanted to laugh after he finished speaking. He was like a rebellious child who was against his parents.

Apparently old Felix thought so too. He saw that Julian was indeed not lit, but he was just holding it in his mouth, so he didn't continue to stop him. Instead, he asked the driver next to him, "How much is the travel fare from Bremen to London?"

Julian almost took the cigarette out of his mouth.

The driver calculated carefully: "150 euros is about the same, if it is economy class, sir."

The old man nodded, took out a 100-euro note, and handed it to Julian: "I will freeze all your cards. The UK is visa-free, and you can leave tomorrow."

Julian: "..."

The bad old man is very bad. This is the rhythm that makes him unable to come back if he fails to return. At that time, he still has to beg him to let him retreat.

Frank Felix said with reason and reason: "You are an adult, I will not give you a penny, and you can figure out your own way."

The big boss immediately revealed his businessman nature. Borrowing money is already his greatest kindness: "IOU, [-]% interest, monthly interest payment, and repayment at the end of the year."

Julian: "..."

It's September now, and he only has three months.In fact, it is trivial for a paid player, but for ordinary dream-chasing teenagers, the old father is really unreasonable.

He wondered impassively how likely it was to take the train to London.

It happened to save money. He had an accident on a plane in his previous life, and now he still has lingering fears.

That being said, Julian took the 100 euros calmly: "You will be proud of your investment today, this transaction, you can get the benefits that all businessmen are willing to wipe out humanity for."

Grandpa Marx said that if there is a 300% profit, capitalists will trample on everything in the world.

Frank Felix gave him a look. "It's better."

The driver suddenly noticed that the expression on little Felix's face at this moment was exactly the same as what he often saw on old Felix's face.

Tsk, the stench of the bourgeoisie.