[Football] The beast is coming

if life has cheated you,

Don't be sad, don't be impatient!

Blue days call for calm!

Believe it, happy days will come.

Above, Pushkin's poems, do you think Dylan, who is illiterate, has no understanding at all?

Then you underestimated him too much!

Dylan is only semi-literate!

What's more, Dylan was deeply impressed by this passage in the first life.

When he was under monitoring and coercion, when he hadn't worked up the courage to escape from the cage, when he pretended to make a mistake but actually deliberately scored an own goal towards his own goal, and when he was suffering in his heart, he That's how the goalkeeper teammate who was caught off guard and stabbed back by him comforted him.

It wasn't until Dylan's second life that when he saw a bison-like creature the size of a team bus being chased away by a thing the size of a teddy for the first time, he used this passage to comfort almost The self who screamed out loud.

In the first ten years of the second life, Dylan used these words, and the big and thick touch when the former goalkeeper patted his shoulder, passed the stage of almost collapse and reconstruction of the world's cognition.

Of course, the current situation is different from every time in the past.

But it didn't prevent Dylan from using the same words to comfort himself to calm down.

In fact, it is already the best of all encounters, after all, it has nothing to do with life and death, and has nothing to do with honor.

Isn't it another flag?

Dylan rubbed his face, and spread his hands to Messi's mother who looked a little nervous:

"It's nothing, ma'am. Leo is the first time (in his life) to have a one-on-one with me!"

Messi's mother suddenly smiled:

"Little guy... Oh, my God, Leo seems to be not as tall as you now, but he is still older than you! I heard he is a full year older!"

She stood up laughing,

"Let's have a meal at home today? Our family has prepared a big meal today!"

Jorge originally wanted to invite a few guests to his home, but what happened to Leo was so embarrassing. The guests all said that the club could not do more about it. Of course, they are still willing to express themselves. I am also willing to keep an eye out for better opportunities for Leo in the days to come, but to be honest, the hope is slim. After all, even the River Plate team, which had been enthusiastically chasing this young talent before, flinched after hearing about that incident. , isn't it?

Under such circumstances, the guests were not invited, and Celia (Mama Messi) originally thought of saving the materials for preparing the banquet, which would even allow their family to be in the next month. There are usually rare good ingredients on the table.But considering the atmosphere at home and the possible long-distance travel with her two older sons, she simply decided to cook a big meal so that the children could relax.

Now that it is time to entertain the little nobleman of Macy's family, Celia decided to prepare the big meal more carefully.

Dylan was also unceremonious, and he also made a request:

"I like the hash browns with a little more cheese, but not too sweet, is that all right, ma'am?"

"Of course there is no problem, my dear, you are always the most popular one."

The good lady nodded to him, and turned briskly into the kitchen.

The patched but clean skirt was slightly rotated in a flower-like arc.

Little Leah, who was obediently staying in the corner playing with the (old) doll with one arm missing, pouted and lowered her head in disappointment:

"It's a pity that Liya wants to eat something sweet..."

A rare feast, Christmas has never been so rich, especially this year, because it was the bad news on the eve of Christmas Eve. Although Mrs. Celia cheered up, she was still somewhat affected. This Christmas It can be described as the bleakest time for Xiao Liya (although she has never had a few Christmases in total).

Seeing that it was hard to make up for a big meal, Liya was full of expectations even though there might be potato soup without oil on the table for the next whole month!

result……

Little Leah sniffed hard.

Although she was still a little girl, Mrs. Celia's excellent precepts and deeds made her try hard to hold back and didn't say more to the guests.

However, Dylan's scalp has exploded.

God knows, he really just said it so casually, like every time Marty asked him about his taste, Dylan never thought it was something that needed special attention.

The hospitality of friends should be appreciated!

Before at Smith's house, Dylan unceremoniously made an appointment with Lynn to add a lot of cumin peppers to the next barbecue, knowing that the three men in Smith's family didn't like spicy food very much.

But he should never, never should have forgotten that there was a little girl in the Macy family!

Although the little girl didn't come over and cry at him, Dylan really hated his five keen senses, and he could clearly hear the little girl's sobbing and sniffing even when he didn't use his super vision sensing power at all. To the salty taste of tears or something...

Maybe I should say goodbye first?Waiting for the little sister to head, oh, well, it's Little Messi, anyway, just wait for the master to come home again?

Or it doesn't matter if you come back in a few days, just leave time for Messi's family to discuss and pack?

Anyway, Mrs. Celia must be able to convey the message, and no matter what Marty says, she won't run off to do something too messy.

Dylan made up his mind.

However, just as he got up, he heard two footsteps.

Dylan sat down again, and it didn't take long for a familiar little sister to push the door open first.

At first glance, he still looks like a soft little pudding, his lips are still slightly pursed, and he always has a shy smile.

If you look carefully, you can still find that this child is a little different.

Even with a smile on his face, his eyes are particularly calm.

It was too peaceful.

Fortunately, the moment Little Messi saw Dylan clearly, real surprises quickly appeared in his eyes!

He almost cheered and ran over, hugged Dylan, and gave him a very warm kiss:

"Honey! I thought... no, I mean, what a coincidence you've come! We'll just go out for a game of football! Then come back and enjoy a big meal! Celia's going to have a blast today! "

Dylan smiled and hugged him. At this time, the ones who rescued him from Xiaolei Baozi were all angels. Playing football is a great idea!

He took a look with his head and found that it was the old Messi who followed the little Messi:

"Speaking of which, what about Marty? You're not enough to keep me entertained!"

Little Messi nodded:

"Yes, we are going to call him back."

He turned around, turned his back on Dylan, and showed a begging expression to his father, who was hesitant to speak. The old Macy sighed secretly, after all, he didn't mention some things he had planned when Dylan didn't come. .

No matter how rich you are, you are just a child.

No parent would like the father of another family's child to induce their children to make promises behind their backs, even if the promised money may mean nothing to their family.

That approach will only allow parents to isolate their children from that family's children.

But the kid in front of him is already the friend Leo can look forward to the most.

Especially after Leo's illness was vaguely spread in the club, even the attitudes of those children have changed subtly...

The old Messi nodded to the little Messi, and squeezed out a smile at Dylan:

"Okay! You go to the field first, or you can have some snacks at home! I'll get Marty back!"

There is nothing to say about the potato cakes made by Messi's mother, even if the taste is a little sweeter, they are still great.

However, there was a little crying bag next to him. Even if the little crying bag didn't cry now, Dylan didn't want to stay in the room filled with the smell of tears for even a second longer.

So little Messi had no choice but to hurriedly kiss his sister on the cheek, and as a result, the two small snacks that his sister handed over thoughtfully, went to the small stadium with him.

The journey was very slow, because Little Messi ate delicious snacks with his friends while walking.

Maybe it's not just because little Messi wants to share snacks with his friends.

But no matter what, little Messi always smiled, genuinely and joyfully, but said nothing.

Dylan didn't feel the need to say anything more.

When he arrived at the small court and saw Marty who was already waiting there, Dylan just waved his hand as usual:

"Come to fight!"

He dodged to avoid Marty rubbing the hand on his hair, turned around and rubbed the head of Little Macy's sister twice with a smile,

"Let you brothers play together! Let's see if Qixin can steal a ball from me!"

Marty nodded:

"Okay, brothers are united!"

He also pulled Messi and whispered for a long time, and the two brothers specified a strategy.

To be honest, it's all two-on-one. Marty's skills are much worse than Alan's. It's basically the gap between the British rough and the amateur league. There is no comparison between the two. Little Messi is full of spirituality. His lifelong enemy, his club team even rubbed Ronaldo on the ground several times...

However, age is indeed a problem that has to be considered.

Even if the difference is less than nine hundred days, for a child around ten years old, nine hundred days is almost a quarter of his life.

Messi, at least for now, is still not as good as Ronaldo.

Generally speaking, even if the two brothers understand each other more tacitly, it is difficult to propose the effect of Alan + Ronaldo on Dylan.

But this time, they played too hard!

This kind of desperation does not mean that it is reflected in excessive collisions or vicious fouls. In fact, collisions and fouls are the areas that Dylan is least afraid of.

They always remember each other as friends, and every foot is very clean.

Marty's attitude towards Dylan is just like Dylan's attitude towards Messi all the time. No matter how strict the referee is to punish, he will not consider it a foul, as long as he thinks it may cause harm to the opponent. Yes, none of them will do it.

But while adhering to the protection of each other, the little Messi brothers, especially Marty, who is usually a little carefree and doesn't take football seriously, played with all his strength.

He usually gave up the ball because he thought he might not be able to catch it, but this time he chased it with all his strength.

Usually, he felt that he might not be able to hit the ball, so he simply gave up the ball that he couldn't hit. This time, he tried his best to jump and stretch his body up every time.

Even Dylan has been ruling the shadow of this small stadium, and Marty seems to have no fear of the heavy cannon that the little fat man later vowed to "break even such a thick branch".

Although Dylan only used the heavy artillery that time, to be honest, after that, no matter who it was, or how many times it was with him, the teenagers tried to avoid intercepting his ball with their bodies as much as possible.

Even though Dylan almost used the kicking method of rolling the ball and then leading all the way to the goal after that, the bravest way for the youngsters was to block with their calves a few times.

Common are toe poking and flying shoveling.

But this time, it was rare for Dylan to use a half-air ball or even a high-altitude ball on this small court. Marty did not hesitate to block every ball with his thighs or even his head, and worked hard for his little ball. Brother fights for every possession.

Don't worry at all about Dylan's kick high during the period and a violent volley.

Marty's desperation made Dylan's legs even lighter in fright.

After all, that guy can even block the ball with his face and waist. Anyway, we are friends, even though it seems that there is already a world-class medical team on standby...

And Dylan didn't want anything like a facelift or the more horrific men's unbearable shadows happening to Marty.

At least the tragedies cannot be himself.

Even though Dylan kicked more carefully, Marty still completely exhausted himself on the turf.

Well, the little sister had her head paralyzed earlier, after all, because of her age. About half an hour earlier than Marty, he was hugged to the sidelines by the cheap boy.

Marty was dragged to his little brother with the help of the little fat man and the cheap boy.

However, the two left after moving the Messi brothers to the sidelines. What was slightly better than the other teenagers who left quietly was that they waved their hands before leaving, which was regarded as a farewell.

Marty was paralyzed on the ground, his face was covered in the shadow of the tree, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Dylan wasn't ready to challenge his own shortcomings either. He took the bottle of milk handed over by Little Macy, raised his head and filled half of it before wiping his mouth:

"Not bad, Marty! Can't tell, you're a man! I thought you'd only have that limp kick—

Seriously, when you were on the court, you were even more pudding than pudding! "

He patted Marty on the shoulder boldly:

"Not bad today! Starting to look like a man, young man!"

"You little guy is really taking advantage! I'm at least twice your age, right?"

Marty struggled to sit up, and all the complex entanglements that might have been on his face disappeared, leaving only laughter and laughter.

Isn't it just that he grows faster for such a small child?She is obviously one year younger than her youngest son!How dare you call yourself "boy"?

But man...

Marty smiled, isn't it just about looking like a real man?

He is going to go desperately to support his family and take care of his younger brother's man!

Marty also picked up a bottle of drink, and he didn't even need to ask Leo to know how the milk for these drinks came from.

He didn't say anything about it, he just leaned against the tree trunk and smiled at his younger brother and that old-fashioned little guy's face when they replayed the game just now.

The determination grew stronger.

Messi's little crying bag not only made Dylan silently cancel the unreliable idea of ​​"Maybe Messi's mother can help cook in the manor, and the old Messi can help manage the stadium".

Dylan felt uncomfortable even stepping into Macy's house again, God knows when that little crying bag will start crying again.

That little guy is not as good as a little sister!Anyway, the little sister has the football talent that he looks forward to, and her performance on the court is manly enough. What does the little sister have?

Dylan, who could not avoid it, showed absolutely extraordinary acting skills for him. He now made up a reason to shirk the banquet that he had originally agreed to, and pointed out unceremoniously:

"Yes, please pack another copy of this for me...Ma'am, you are such a good lady."

This guy, except for certain desserts that he really didn't like, pointed out Jiangshan on the dining table at Macy's house, and swept away more than half of them.

In front of four men, big and small, in the Macy's family, he used his increasingly handsome face to fascinate the mistress of the Macy's family.

He almost packed the little half that Dylan missed, if not for the lack of baskets at home.

Xiao Liya felt a little resentful when she saw it. Even though Dylan bypassed her two favorite snacks, the ones packed away were all rare and hearty delicacies in their family!

Marty and Little Macy only knew how to be silly, and even helped Mrs. Celia, squeezed a few more into the two big baskets that were already full.

This made the old Messi and his eldest son smile wryly at each other, and at the same time, the seriousness in their eyes also dissipated a bit.

Even so, when he helped Dylan carry the basket to the car, the old Messi still thanked Dylan very gratefully:

"Celia told me, thank you very much."

He hesitated and asked:

"But is it really okay to do that? I mean, it's not a trivial matter after all, maybe you should ask your parents for permission..."

Dylan shook his head:

"Neither Bardock nor Ferrero will have any objections. They have suggested that I take Leo and the others to play together. After all, there are only four users in my court until now, and it is really too lonely. a little.

Please take care of housework.If there are no other questions from your side, I will pick you up at the end of the second month of the new year.

Believe me, Leeds is actually a pretty nice city, apart from the fact that it's rainy and annoying.Even if you only know Spanish, before you learn English, there are not no restaurants or cafes with pure Spanish flavors...

In any case, life can always go on. "