[Football] The beast is coming

Dylan was heartbroken.

But when Alan handed him a set of mini goalkeeper gloves, although his expression was particularly disgusting, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

Dylan followed the Smiths all the way back to England, ate a special "Brazilian" barbecue made by Lynn, and fought with Alan to clean up the yard. During the period, he secretly took the pair of miniature goalkeeper gloves, together with a sheet that read "I'll think about changing careers when I cry you one day" was pressed to Alan's pillow before getting up to leave.

Because Monica Manor—

Oh, the Monica Manor is the manor built around the final resting place of Tini and Juan in the small town of Cascais on the outskirts of Lisbon.

Monica is the name Dylan gave before leaving. It is said that it comes from a song that Tini loved most when she was alive.

——The ostentation of the Monica Manor left a deep impression on the Smiths.

Although this will not make Lynn and the others show any restraint and gaffe when entertaining Dylan, when Paul and Alan are mowing the lawn in the yard and playing around, they are unceremoniously slapping their heads. After a while, it was completely out of sight.

But the Monica manor is obviously enough to convince the Smiths that even if Dylan came to their house alone as a guest and left alone, there must be a group of bodyguards guarding the rich boy in the dark.

Maybe it’s like the black suit and black sunglasses in the movies, maybe it’s like the plainclothes in other movies who seem to be just passers-by, but are the first to rush over and knock down the bad guys when they encounter danger...

Who knows, anyway, since Dylan replied no when Alan asked him "Is it okay for you to go alone?", then there must be no problem.

None of the Smiths offered to send Dylan, only Alan stuffed a can into Dylan's arms while drinking the milk.

When Dylan walked around the intersection, when he looked back and saw the figure of the young man leaning casually at the door, there was a tenderness in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

In late December, the waters in the North Atlantic are very cold.

The can of hot milk that Dylan drank before going into the sea seemed to warm his heart all the time.

This allows Dylan to still be in a good mood when he swims through the sea area where the hapless Patrick was removed.

This good mood has continued to the small golf course in Santa Fe Province.

Even though Marty and the little sister were not around, it didn't affect Dylan's good mood at this time.

Anyway, there are other teenagers here, not very familiar, but at least familiar!

Dylan walked over and casually greeted a little man who used to play cheap tricks with the cheap trick boy:

"What about Marty and the others? Have you made an appointment to come over today? Or, maybe you don't mind taking me to their house?"

Both Marty and the little sister had invited Dylan to their house, not necessarily at Christmas, but preferably around Christmas, because their mother would make a very delicious roast at Christmas, better than hash browns. Much delicious roast, and they wished they could share it with Dylan.

Dylan originally promised to come here as much as possible before Christmas, but by chance, he got news of Juan from Patrick after he went to Hong Kong City to attend the opening performance of Leslie's comeback concert...

After being busy all the way, if it wasn't for meeting Alan who was leaning on a bicycle waiting at the gate of Leeds Manor the day he just brought Juan back, Dylan might have forgotten about Christmas presents.

Fortunately, there are still two days before the New Year, and it is not too late to go to the appointment at this time.

Dylan was in such a good mood that when he and the teenagers who couldn't even pronounce their names asked about the little sister's house, their faces were full of smiles.

The mood of the teenagers was a bit wrong. They were hesitant to speak when they saw him, and their expressions were even weirder when they heard him ask about the Martirio brothers.

Dylan didn't realize at first that he was really not a guy who was good at reading other people's emotions.

But the expressions of the teenagers became more and more obvious, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see it.

Dylan raised his eyebrows:

"What's the matter? Was my little sister bullied during the game? Or were you beaten up and cried by their brothers?"

The little fat man who ran over panting happened to hear this sentence, and couldn't help smiling bitterly:

"I'd rather be beaten and cried by their brothers!"

Anyway, it’s not been a day or two since Leo’s kid is good at football. Now Marty and him have to work hard one-on-one to avoid being rubbed on the ground. There’s nothing to be afraid of if his skills are even worse. of?

The little fat man sighed, but Dylan didn't understand why.

Fortunately, the little fat man sighed for a while, and soon began to explain.

The words were very long-winded, and a bit confusing, which was not quite like his usual gossip broadcasting style.

Dylan listened patiently, and then concluded his statement:

"That is to say, my little sister is sick? This disease is very troublesome. It requires long-term medication and the cost of treatment is very high. It is difficult for my little sister's family to afford it. You want to help, but there is no way to help?"

"Yes! I heard that the cost of medicine is at least [-] US dollars a month, and it seems that the medicine is not easy to buy. It is not difficult for us to scrape together the cost for a few months, but it is said that it will take more than ten years of continuous use. And in order to ensure Leo's healing effect——

You know, the recovery requirements of athletes are different from those of ordinary people. In order to ensure Leo’s competitive state after treatment, it is said that many other recovery trainings are needed. Of course, that also requires a lot of money. "

The little fat man is frowning,

"Leo is the little brother of all of us, and we are all willing to do our part for him, but in the end, we are all just minors with little income..."

This is a very helpless thing. The teenagers can treat Marty as a good brother, treat the soft little pudding as their own younger brother, and are willing to spend all their savings for his illness, even if they can’t do it with their beloved. It doesn't matter if the girl goes to see a long-awaited movie or a ball game or something.

But the power of teenagers is limited after all.

And the elders, the elders need to worry too much, they may be willing to help a little, but it is impossible to give everything for a child of someone else's family.

The cheap boy and his fat mother are the most caring. Even though they just opened a branch in Buenos Aires and their family owes the bank a lot of money, the fat aunt is cruel and took out eight pieces of money in one go. For a hundred dollars, the cheap recruited boy took out all his savings and made up more than 700 dollars.

However, this is not enough for two months of medicine.

"I heard that Marty is discussing with his elder brother about going out on a boat!"

I don't know which teenager said such a sentence next to him.

Everyone's faces suddenly became more bitter.

Argentina is a coastal country, and there are many rivers and lakes in the country. Among them, the Parana River comes from the Rio Grande and goes to the Atlantic Ocean. The total length is more than 4000 kilometers, even longer than the 3000 kilometers of Argentina's north-south straight line!

It can be said that there is no lack of room for the development of shipping.

But the running boats mentioned by the teenagers are obviously not ordinary shipping.

Dylan can guess it without thinking carefully, it's nothing more than drugs, smuggling and the like.

Dylan shook his head and stood up:

"Marty is too impatient! Can't you have some confidence in me?"

The little fat man's eyes lit up in an instant, and he quickly followed Dylan to his feet, and very attentively pulled out a handkerchief to wipe Dylan's clothes soiled by the turf.

Dylan avoided the little fat man's hand, and slapped the little fat man casually, without carefully checking whether the slap was clean, and only urged the little fat man:

"Lead the way, lead the way! Fatty, don't be so slow all the time. Don't worry about Marty, and slip away after a few years... It's annoying to find someone!"

"Hey!"

The little fat man happily led the way, while the other teenagers looked at each other, hesitated for a while and finally failed to catch up, but they were not in the mood to play football and scattered one after another.

One of the teenagers asked the little fat man before leaving:

"Do you want to use a bicycle?"

The little fat man saw that he had not eaten anything, and his belly was enlarged again. He made a bitter face, but he still nodded and took the cart pushed by the boy, patted the crossbar, and called Dylan to sit on it.

Dylan shook his head frankly:

"Forget it, I'm worried about being squeezed into the front of the car by your big belly."

Besides, he is not interested in sitting on someone else's crossbar.

"You ride, I will follow behind. Don't worry, you will never lose track."

The little fat man was hesitant at first, riding very slowly, and turned his head several times. After Dylan rushed up impatiently and kicked the rear wheel of the car, he finally remembered the beastly behavior of this little guy on the court. Immediately, the two legs kicked fast.

No matter how fast he rode, Dylan was always about two meters behind.

When they stopped in front of a small low house, the little fat man was sweating profusely and panting like a cow:

"That's right here! Go and knock on the door yourself! Someone must be there at this time."

Even if the little fat man didn't even have the strength to continue riding away, he didn't want to go in with Dylan.

Maybe it's because of the guilt of not being able to help more, maybe it's because of the thoughtfulness of not wanting to see Marty's family in distress...

Who knows!

Maybe even the little fat man can't tell.

Dylan didn't intend to pursue it either. He let the little fat man push the car and left slowly. He walked forward and knocked on the door lightly.

The one who opened the door was a three-headed little guy, with facial features that resembled the little sister's head, and a little sister's head that resembled the little sister's head.

This little guy with a little sister in front of him, and Dylan couldn't guess it was a boy or a girl, is now looking at Dylan with big eyes blankly with his fingers in his mouth:

"Brother, who are you? Are you also a friend of Leo and the others? Why doesn't Leah know you?"

Dylan: "..."

hell!This is what the little fat man said, "There must be someone there"?Just such a small little girl?

Dylan, who had barely determined the gender of the little sister's head by her nickname, only felt a splitting headache.

800 years have made him more tolerant of little dolls, but that doesn't mean he's good at dealing with children!

Especially with such a little sister's head that is a replica of the little girl's head, Dylan has no interest in coaxing the little girl!

Fortunately, the little fat man is not unreliable after all.

There are real people in this house.

A lady who was related to these younger sisters came out wiping her scarf, her face was still a bit sad, but she still tried her best to raise a smile:

"Hello. May I ask who you are?"

Dylan briefly introduced himself, and in order to ensure that the lady who was probably the mother of the little sister's head quickly remembered who he was, he also mentioned a nickname he particularly hated.

Ladies Surprise:

"Fantastic little boy! So it's you! Dylan! Leo has been thinking about you these days!"

At first, I was thinking about how the children who usually come once a week or two kept not coming for several weeks, but later I was worried that the promise with my friends could not be fulfilled.

after all……

The lady tried to hide the distress on her face, unwilling to embarrass Leo in front of his children.

She brought Dylan into the house, and served him the fresh milk she bought today, and the freshly baked small scones with meat:

"Wait a minute, your favorite potato cake is also made today, I'll go and watch the fire, and it will be served in a while."

Dylan enjoyed the highest standard of hospitality the family could offer its guests.

However, the lady didn't say anything, even though Dylan tried hard to recall the name of the little sister's head and asked:

"Is Leo not home?"

She just tried to smile:

"Yes! No matter what, Leo always tries his best to do a good job in every training session."

Although the future is uncertain and the club is unwilling to invest more in Rio, at least they are still willing to fulfill the contract.

Then Leo must do his part within the contract period, right?

The sudden bad news did bring a big blow to this family, but life will always go on.

The good lady tried to straighten her back.

Dylan sighed:

"I heard that Leo is ill and needs long-term treatment. Would you like to talk to me carefully?"

The good lady hesitated for a while. Between her dignity and her son's future, she finally bent down slowly and slowly talked about what happened in the past half month.

At first, it was just Marty joking around at home, saying that Leo’s little friend had grown a lot in just a few months, but only Leo didn’t seem to grow much in a whole year...

"...Hower took it to heart. Because he happened to be able to get some discounts, he took Leo for a detailed inspection before Christmas Eve. Originally, he just wanted to spend some money for peace of mind..."

The results that can be checked are obviously not good, and Christmas Eve will not be safe at all.

Dwarfism, unable to develop, if it is not treated, it will not only affect the competitive state, Leo, who is less than ten years old, may never be able to live a normal life, but if he needs treatment, the monthly drug fee alone will cost a lot. A lot of money, not to mention the various other expensive projects that you must continue to invest in if you want to stay competitive...

Leo's father was not a person who could not bend his head and bow his head. He begged all the relatives and friends he could ask for his son, and went through all the paths that he didn't know would work. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would do his best.

However, the club refuses to continue to invest, and not suspending the contract is the limit they are willing to do.

Friends, oh, friends, Marty and Leo's kids made the most money they could get together.

Blood relationship does not mean that the other party is willing to pay more for you.

It's not that I don't understand this, it's just that I feel disappointed.

This lady is too repressed, she can't add pressure to her husband, and she can't reveal her emotions in front of her young son.

So once he said it to Dylan, he couldn't stop it anymore.

Dylan listened quietly.

There are things he doesn't really think he needs to know, but he won't deny a mother venting her emotions either.

Especially this mother is still very strong, no matter what she talks about, she never sheds tears.

...It's a pity, why can't my little sister inherit this advantage of his mother?

Otherwise, Dylan would definitely have no hesitation when inviting him to live in Leeds Manor.

Now I had to ask the opinion of this strong lady:

"It's nothing, ma'am. None of what you say is a big deal. Nine hundred dollars a month, even if it's worth a hundred years in one sitting, doesn't mean a thing to me at all.

Now the problem is, I heard that there is still a lot of follow-up recovery training or something, which is obviously better to have a dedicated medical team follow the service...

I do have such a team, but in England, Leeds, you know Leeds?That's great!

I have a house in Leeds and I have a medical team, which should be enough for Leo to recuperate.

But the thing is, that guy Leo is, you know, a limp, crybaby pudding, and conditioning is obviously a long process..."

Dylan bowed slightly to this good lady, praying with a smile on his face:

"It would be too bad if Leo was crying because he was homesick! I'm not a crybaby! Maybe you'd like to help out and take care of Leo? Of course, it would be great if you could convince your family to come along too La! That'll make sure Leo doesn't have to cry for any of his loved ones—

Believe me, this is definitely a big deal!I can't stand crybabys the most! "

Facts have proved that no matter how bad Dylan is at observing words and emotions, his 800 years of work are not in vain.

He can actually speak very clever words when necessary, especially when he really means it.

To impress people.

The lady in front of her was obviously moved.

They paid for the medicine, paid for a dedicated medical team, and were willing to invite their entire family to the UK...

My God, this is such a big favor!

A heavy human relationship that people dare not accept easily.

But the concern for her son and Dylan's sincerity still made the lady unable to refuse. She could only repeat "thank you" and "sorry" over and over again, and promised again and again:

"You are the benefactor of Messi's family! We will use our whole life to repay you!"

Dylan waved his hand:

"It's too serious for you to say that, Leo, but..."

Having said this, Dylan suddenly stopped.

He finally connected everything together.

Dwarfism!Argentina!Rio!Messi!

Oh my god!

Dwarf plum!

Why is the little sister's head turned out to be that short Mei!

The flag has just been set up, expressing that it will treat differently the two guys who have similar personalities, Shorty Mei and Little Sister Tou. Dylan, who has not written "I am double-standard, I am proud" on his face, is so fast. The sound of the flag collapsing was heard.