"You have already had a wonderful start in England. Keep going, after all, you have succeeded! Think about it, you have never been selected into the Youth Army, and you have been directly selected into the national team, and you are the first Asian player to be selected into England!"

"I know, sir."

Seeing that Cru just smiled and repeated a sentence, Ranieri sighed: "Can you tell me why? Cru, why did you give up such a good opportunity and choose a bumpy road that is likely to be full of thorns? Why?"

Looking at the eyes of his mentor, Kru found that he was really old. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm very grateful for everything you did for me. If it weren't for you, I would still be a gangster who played wild football on the street to cheat money. It was you who changed my life and brought me a brand new and broad world. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, sir. But." Kru raised his head, still had a gentle smile and gentle words, but was very firm. He said word by word: "But China is my motherland, sir!"

friend.

Facing Kaka, who had already taken over the No. 10 jersey of the Brazilian national team from his senior Rivaldo, Zhang Jun felt like time was passing by and years passed. Five years ago, they were still friends who watched beauties, played games, and fought side by side together, now...

"I said we can definitely meet, didn't lie to you?" Kaka smiled, not even her smile changed.

"Yes, but I didn't expect to meet like this, as a opponent in the World Cup." Zhang Jun whispered.

"It doesn't matter." Kaka waved his hand, "Your ankle hasn't relapsed again, right?"

"If it recurs, who do you think is the person standing in front of you and talking to you now?" Zhang Jun replied angrily.

"That's right, that's right! Ha! I'll be polite after a while!" Kaka smiled cunningly.

"No one wants you to be polite!" Zhang Jun held Kaka's hand tightly. "We're meeting again, Kaka!"

"kindness!"

There are other...

"Swish!"

The football hit the net.

"Yang Pan made a direct cross! Zhang Jun followed up and rushed to the top! The ball scored! The ball scored!! The Chinese team's first goal in World Cup history! The first goal scored by Zhang Jun!!"

...

what is it?

It is a huge game with no time limits and no people limits.

It is a cruel war, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

It is a dream, a dream that countless people are willing to give all their lifelong pursuit.

or.

It's just a ball that keeps rolling...

Football, why is there such a crazy thing in the world for it? Do you understand?
Chapter completed!