Like Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, another highly anticipated player ushered in the first round of Serie A on the later day, but like Yang Pan, he sat on the bench for 90 minutes and had no performance. In AC Milan, which has four "No. 10" players, the young Kaka still needs to wait for a chance.

Yang Pan, Kaka, and the two felt the "Little World Cup" Italian Football League on the bench. They also let them know that Serie A is not that easy to do. If you want to succeed, you have to work harder than you elsewhere.

However, they are not the only ones who put in more effort.

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"Ah? What? Today's training ends here?" An Ke was holding the football and preparing to undergo the next training, but Oud told him that today's training ends here.

Oud nodded: "Something needs to be told to you." He sat directly on the grass in front of the goal, then patted his side and signaled An Ke to sit down.

"The first phase of training has ended," Oud said.

"It's over?" An Ke was a little surprised. He had no feeling at all. When he first started training, he was looking forward to the end of this dog day training every day. Could it be that Old Gui's training of Oude is really effective? Has his spirit been numb enough to remember the time?

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Ah? Oh, I didn't think of anything."

"Didn't you notice it yourself? Your body has changed a lot, your body is covered with muscles, and your reaction speed has also increased significantly. More importantly, you can completely endure my training, hehe! Boy, it's not simple!" Oud revealed his yellow teeth again: "I dare say that if you go to the Ninth Border Defense Brigade now, they will accept you without hesitation."

Sure enough, I was still training special forces...

"What are you thinking?"

"Ah! No, no."

"Well, your school has already started?"

"Yes, it's been a week since school started." An Ke nodded and said.

"Um." Oud continued: "Your body is already a professional player, but your mind..." He pointed to his head, "and there is no enlightenment to be a professional player."

An Ke was stunned for a moment. He didn't have the awareness of being a professional player? What a joke? If he didn't want to be a professional player, who would have received your training like this? Is it just to exercise all day long?

"I think you come to train just to exercise, right?"

An Ke looked at Oud, still with rhubarb teeth, rosacea, beard, messy hair, and eyes that seemed to never wake up. But why could he see through his thoughts?

"If not, then what else do you go to school every day? Do you think you are Superman? Come to receive my training after school, and go to school the next day when you are so tired every day." It turns out that he also knew that this training would make people exhausted! "Without your girlfriend, are you over-energy? If that's the case, I will introduce a nightclub. The lady inside is very good. You said my name can be called..." Oud quickly calculated, "...... 8:50% off, how about it?"

"I……"

"Do you really want to be a goalkeeper? Have you really been a goalkeeper before?"

"I……"

"I think you don't have the most basic requirements as a goalkeeper!"

An Ke raised his head and found that Ode's eyes were wide open and staring at him.

"Answer me, what are the most basic requirements for being a goalkeeper?"

"It's...agile, judgement, um..."

"It's all about farting! It's courage! It's the determination to never hesitate once you make a judgment! Hesitant, those who look forward to the front and back cannot be the goalkeeper! I'll wait for your news here tomorrow, and you decide the way you want to go!" After saying this, Oud stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his butt, and walked staggeringly outside the training ground, ignoring An Ke who was still sitting on the ground.

When Ode turned a corner and disappeared into Anko's vision, Reinberg appeared in front of his old friend: "Do you think this provocation is useful to him? In my opinion, he is a very stubborn person..."

"Feng, do you really think I'm urging him?" Oud took a bottle of beer from Reinberg and took a sip. "I only have this one hobby, ha! It's so good!" He wiped his mouth.

"Isn't it a provocation?"

"What I said is true. If An wants to become an excellent professional goalkeeper, then he must complete this multiple-choice question independently."

"But, what are the situations that compare your choices for the future of life? Oliver, you have assigned you a difficult homework for Ann!"

Oud took another sip of beer: "The goalkeeper's decisiveness is not only shown on the court, but also in life. Once you choose a goal, you must go on without hesitation, even if the choice is wrong. You said An is very stubborn, but for me, that is his advantage, haha!"

"Just as stubborn as you." Reinberg smiled. After he trained Kahn, his old friend worked as goalkeeper coach in a German second-tier team, but later he fell out with the club's chairman and vowed that he would never teach in any professional team again, and then left. Now he is just a goalkeeper coach or head coach in a large number of amateur football teams, earning a meager commission. Reinberg once intended to help him, but he refused. He said that as long as he had money to drink, he was really a stubborn old man.

"Wait, I gave him a day. The road was made by himself. No one else could point fingers, nor could I." Ode finished drinking the beer in the bottle, and then said to Reinberg, "Do you want to drink? I'll treat you."

Reinberg shook his head, "You know I rarely drink. And you old ghost, every time you say you treat, you get drunk in the end. Isn't it that I will pay for the money for the wine?"

"Hehe!" Oud grinned, then turned around and walked out, "Then I went by myself. Well, I didn't expect that I, an old alcoholic, would know a German guy who doesn't drink, and I was careless about making friends..." He muttered and walked away.

Reinberg leaned over to see the training ground. Anke had left at some point, and there was no one on it.

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"Are you going to drop out of school?" The teacher looked at An Ke.

"Yes, because of some family problems, I have to..." An Ke nodded.

"Okay, there is a form here. Just fill it in and submit it." The teacher handed him a form, then turned around and went to work hard for him.

An Ke looked at the withdrawal application form in his hand, and his hands were trembling. His parents worked hard to earn money and saved money to send him to study in Germany. It has been more than two years since he actually asked to drop out of school. If his parents knew about this, they would be angry!

Is his choice correct? Leave the future to that old drunkard? He was completely confused about this multiple-choice question. Last night, when he was considering whether to drop out of school, he thought about what to do if he couldn't do the multiple-choice questions on the paper in the high school exam? He wrote A, B, C, and D on the desk, then turned his pen, stopped and pointed to which one the tips were. Between dropping out of school or not, he played with a new pen. Is it too irresponsible to treat his future like this?

However, it is worth mentioning that last night, he turned five times in a row, and the pen tip was stopped on the word "retreat" every time...

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A day has passed since the agreed time, and Oud felt that there was no need to wait. He decided to leave here. The day before yesterday he received an invitation from an amateur club in Frankfurt, and he planned to go there to earn money for alcohol.

The only regret is that it is a pity that a piece of good material.

When Oud walked out of the training base with his worn-out travel bag on his back, a man came towards him.

"Where are you going, old man?"

As soon as Oud looked up, An Ke was carrying a big bag, carrying two large suitcases, cutting his hair short, and looking at him.

"Ah...this, you..." Oud was surprised and didn't know what to say.

"It's a day late, because I have to go out of the dormitory because I have to go out of school and pack up my things. But judging from this situation, where are you going, old man?" An Ke put down the box.

"Ah, I...I'll go buy wine, buy wine."

"Go to buy wine with your travel bag?"

"Well, yes. Because the place where you sell wine is a bit far away..."

“Where is it?”

"Frankfurt... don't say these boring dialogues, you are..."

"As you can see, I dropped out of school, moved out of the dormitory, and came to surrender to you, old man." An Ke smiled.

Oud's eyes flashed, then he smiled and said, "Hehe, very good, very good. Then come with me." He turned around and walked into the base again.

"Huh? Are you not going to buy wine anymore, old man?"

"Ha! I suddenly realized that Dortmund also has excellent wine, haha!"

An Ke lifted up two big boxes, ran two tightly, and followed. The sunset pulled the shadows of the two very long on the road.

Why do you work hard for love and live? I carefully record it.

I use my eyes to find a way in my dreams. When it’s time to ask for directions, I don’t pretend to be cool.

I still don't know what speed is in line with the pace of changes in this world.

Life is like clay waiting for creation. Happiness, the happiness I want, gradually becomes clear.

Dreams, ideals, fantasies, fantasies, delusions...

I just want to stick to the direction I should go every step, even if I get depressed occasionally along the way.

Life is the clothes I choose, happiness, the happiness I want, without restraint.

Happiness, the happiness I want is not far away...

(Shenzi Sun's "The Happiness I Want")

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"Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart all fucking fart!" Xiang Tao threw out the newspaper in his hand and scattered it on the ground. He just jumped Liu Peng who came in, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't pay attention to him, he asked for it." Wang Yu was playing live football while playing. "I told him not to read the newspaper, but he didn't listen, but he got angry... Alas! Poor kid!"

"Go to die, girl!" Obviously Xiang Tao's anger had not yet subsided.

"What's wrong with the newspaper? They said they were, don't pay attention to them." Liu Peng picked up the newspaper and flipped it. Many of them were news about the preparations for the Chinese-Syrian battle between the National Olympic Team, but it seemed that nothing good was said.

Although they tied the Syrian national team 1:1 in the last warm-up match, the media generally did not buy it, believing that from the scene, the team was completely at a disadvantage, and the opponent's defender's own goal was to tie the opponent. It also said that Qiu Suhui drove all the former national Olympic players, and some unheard new players summoned were gambling and gambling with the Olympic complex of the entire country. The closed training was purely to kill human nature, and such backward training methods wiped out the players' enthusiasm and fighting spirit. Some reporters even said that this new national Olympic team had nothing to shine, with mediocre strength and no characteristics. Qiu Suhui has also stated that the two games with Syria will not call Yang Pan and Zhang Jun back from Europe, which makes people worried about whether the national Olympic team can enter the final stage of the qualifiers...

"Nonsense! Fucking the bad guys! Those..." Liu Peng suddenly found that Xiang Tao and Wang Yu looked at him in surprise. He quickly coughed: "Cough! Cough! Don't pay attention to them, don't pay attention to them..."

"GOOOOAL!!" A cheer for goals was heard on TV. Wang Yu turned his head and found that the Chinese Olympic team in his hand had been scored by the Syrian Olympic team, and the game had entered injury stoppage time.

"Damn!" Wang Yu cursed and turned off the TV directly. "Why are those reporters so unconfident in their players?"

"It's not because of our ex. Black three minutes, I can't win with Koreans... This has become a tradition of Chinese football..." Xiang Tao glanced at Li Suisheng "floated" by the door again, and hurriedly stopped. Every time he talked about the former team members of the National Olympic Team, Li Suisheng must appear within his field of vision, even in the toilet. This guy's resentment is not ordinary...

"Well, I think it's because Qiu Touer has been conducting closed training and is usually very harsh on reporters. If the reporter doesn't understand our situation, he will naturally talk nonsense. In addition, we did play very poorly in that warm-up match."

"There's no way!" Wang Yu spread his hands, "That's the first time I've played such a formal game! I don't say it's the first time I've played in the national team's clothes. I was nervous when I went on the court, and I forgot all the words Qiu To'er said before the game! How can I play?"

"Who isn't nervous? I'm nervous too..." Liu Peng said, that's true. Once he put on the five-star red flag uniform, he felt different immediately. Adidas' jersey looked so heavy that he couldn't even jump up.

"In two days, it will be a match against the Syrian Olympic team. I don't know what the situation will be..." Wang Yu said.
To be continued...