golden ball prince

Chapter 2 This Summer
If Wang Zi can go back to the underworld again, he will definitely give Niutou Mamian two big hugs.

"Benefactor!"

It turned out that those two stupid bastards seemed to have been drunk all the time, and then on the stone of death, they sent Wang Zi back to the second year after his broken leg was seriously injured, that is, the year Wang Zi left the Juventus youth team in anger.

2010 in the Gregorian calendar.

Nine years before his rebirth, Wang Zi let out a deep breath and clenched his fists.

"The glory that I have lost, I will win it back with my own hands!"

……

In this summer destined to be remembered by countless fans, the World Cup in South Africa slowly came to an end. After a month of competition, the Armada led by Bosque was invincible in South Africa. The Matador Legion relied on Iniesta to beat the Netherlands in overtime. The Spanish national team won the first World Cup title in their history.

Compared with the glory of the new World Cup champion, apart from the Oranje, there must be the Azzurri this summer. As the last champion, Italy, who played as the defending champion, still failed to break the curse of the World Cup.Lippi voluntarily resigned as the head coach of the Italian national team after the game and also announced the curtain call of an era of Italian football.

Maybe it was Lippi's responsibility, or maybe it was the responsibility of the Italian national team as a whole. Anyway, none of these can change the tragic ending of the Italian national team on the South African grassland.

This summer, the fans in Italy and the players who failed to represent the national team were extremely sad but helpless. Everyone still remembers four years ago in the midsummer of Germany, when Grosso’s penalty pierced the night sky, when 23 soldiers in blue rushed all the way to the top, when captain Cannavaro held up the Hercules Cup in his hand, and when the Italian blue jersey was printed with the fourth star representing the championship, it all seemed like yesterday.

At that time, Wang Zi, who thought that he could play for the Italian national team in the future, even sighed for Italy's journey to South Africa.Now, back to nine years ago, Wang Zi is still Wang Zi, but without those feelings, nine years of memories are in his head, he knows that this is just the beginning of the end of the glorious era of Italy, four years later in Brazil, Prandelli and the old Italian national team lost again, and countless Italian fans once again felt cold.Eight years later, in distant Russia, the Azzurri have disappeared there.When the Italian national team led by Ventura missed the World Cup in Russia, the disheartened fans realized that this is the real end of an era in Italian football.

……

Less emotion, more hope.

Base of the Juventus youth team.

Wang Zi looked up at the sun.

The sun is just right!

……

a few days later.

"Sorry, Wang, the club didn't intend to renew your contract before your youth team contract expired." Juventus youth training director Gianluca Pesotto said to Wang Zi with a little apology.As a former professional player, Gianluca Pesotto certainly knows what kind of blow the club's decision will bring to the player, and this object was once one of the most talented players in the club's youth team.

As a youth player, if you lose your place in the youth team, then naturally, don’t talk about playing for the club. You can’t even compete with players of the same age in the same position. In the future, what will you use to compete with the big brothers in the first team?

Behind the success and fame of the stars is such a cruelty. Playing football is very simple, but it is really difficult to play well. Even those young players who were talented young, because you don’t know how big obstacles will be on your road to continuous efforts. This includes injuries, including player psychology, including whether the coach is good or bad, including... In short, there are too many unknown factors.

Facing the difficulties, maybe you will become famous in one shot.

Facing difficulties, you are destined to be mediocre.

So, this is football, and behind its charms, all players have to bear some harsh truths.

"I see."

Wang Zi's tone was very calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, after all, he was no longer the still proud young man in his previous life.

Wang Zi's calm surprised Gianluca Pesotto. He never thought that this young man who fell from the peak to the bottom would be so calm. At this time, Wang Zi should be angry. After a moment of silence, Pesotto reorganized his words and said: "I mean you may leave the club."

"Mr. Supervisor, I know what you mean." Wang Zi said calmly again, then looked around Gianluca Pesotto's office, thinking, it's still the same as before.

After a long silence, Gianluca Pesotto chose to accept the facts. He looked at the teenager in front of him and asked, "Your contract is only half a year away. Have you considered the future?"

"Since it's still in the contract period, I'm willing to accept the club's arrangement." Wang Zi said exactly the same words as nine years ago, but without the frustration she had at the beginning.

"I thought you would directly choose to terminate the contract." Gianluca Pesotto joked.

As for whether it was a joke or not, Wang Zi didn't care, and said, "That's not necessary."

"Ok?"

"I'll just talk casually." The corners of Wang Zi's mouth rose slightly.

Seeing that he couldn't answer, Gianluca Pesoto also directly stated the ultimate goal of this conversation: "The club wants to loan you out, and hopes that you can spend half a year to impress those high-level people again."

"Okay, if it's okay, I'll go out first, Mr. Gianluca." Wang Zi waved his hand indifferently.

Gianluca Pesoto did not intend to leave Wang Zi to say anything more, and said with a smile: "Okay, I wish you success in the new club."

"Most definitely."

Accompanied by the sound of closing the door was Wang Zi's firm tone.

After Wang Zi left, Gianluca Pesotto, who was sitting alone in the office, said to himself: "I don't know whether those big bosses in the club are right or wrong." Then the youth training director of Juventus shook his head, denied himself, and said helplessly: "The most authoritative sports medicine experts have concluded that he can't reach the height before his injury. What hope can I expect from him?"

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Outside the Juventus base.

Seeing Wang Zi come out, Wang Ping walked quickly to his son and asked concerned, "How is it?"

"The contract has not been renewed. There is still half a year left in the contract, and it may be rented out in the future." Wang Zi smiled at his father.

"If it wasn't for that injury..., alas!"

The calmer Wang Zi was, the more uncomfortable Wang Ping felt.

"Dad, it's okay. I feel that my right leg is not as serious as those experts said. Besides, it's not a bad thing to rent it out." Wang Zi comforted his father. He didn't dare to tell his father what happened to him. Of course, Wang Zi didn't plan to tell anyone, after all, it was too unbelievable.

Since his son hadn't given up yet, the discomfort in Wang Ping's heart dissipated a lot. He patted Wang Zi's shoulder and encouraged him, "Well, son, Dad believes that you will succeed."

"Don't worry, Dad."

Wang Zi had a bright smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)