Ender's Football

Sergey walked past the wall with a small mound of soil with his schoolbag on his back. He heard a rhythmic "bang bang" sound from the other side of the wall, so he took a few steps up the mound and walked along the low mound. The wall looks to that side.

A boy, wearing an Adidas sportswear and a blue Yankees baseball cap, with raven-black hair curled around under the brim, black eyes, is kneeling on a European Cup logo Football, and kicking the ball against the low wall from time to time.

Orientals pretending to be rich.

Sergey said in his heart a little sourly.

But his little sour taste is justified.

This oriental boy who came to their community in the spring is usually dressed in ordinary clothes. The adults in his family seem to be different, and they are not at home all day. Occasionally, his father will appear downstairs, but in the afternoon when the children often play together Sergey seldom saw the neighbor uncle here.

However, whenever this oriental boy comes downstairs to the football field, he will wear a full set of Adidas or Nike series sportswear, as well as professional football sneakers. Children in knockoff sportswear and playing cheap football are shameful.Naturally, no one wants to play with him.

This boy's personality is also quite arrogant. After he found out that everyone didn't take him to play, he kept walking alone and never took the initiative to say hello to them.

It has been more than two months since he moved to the community, but no one knows his name yet.Sergey lived across the door from him, but only one night, he vaguely heard his elusive father drunkenly knocking on the opposite door, calling him "Ann..."

install?

That's a girl's name!

Manly Sergei scoffed at this.

Sergey didn't look any further, he looked back, jumped down from the mound, not far ahead was a community football field, surrounded by wire fences, the teenagers were playing there in full swing, although there was no Adidas, no Yang There is no base cap, and there is no eye-catching 2012 European Cup special football "Tango-12", but everyone is really happy to play together.

Football is originally a low-threshold sport. As long as there is a ball, you can play it no matter where you are.

Especially their community, because the country was going to host the European Cup two years ago, and the city government built a new community football field not far from here. The girls—and the occasional girls—laughed loudly.

Sergey strode towards the community football field, and his eagerness to melt into that joy was transformed into loud and hurried steps by him.

When he passed by, he happened to meet his best friend, who greeted him cheerfully, and put an arm around his shoulder: "Hey! Sergey! Guess what Maxens' brother sent him today? "

Maxence is the most enviable child here, and his relatives can often send some "good things".

"What?" Sergey was aroused.

The friend patted him on the shoulder, and happily showed the baby to him: "Look!"

It's a white football!

The ball is decorated with streamers with black borders. The streamers are filled with blue, red and green colors, hovering on the sphere, which looks very dynamic.Of course Sergey knows this football - the World Cup in Brazil is coming soon, which is a carnival feast all over the world. Adidas launched the match ball for this year's World Cup in December last year, and this football is Brazil "Samba Glory" to be used in the World Cup!

But just football Sergei would not be so excited, he had already seen too many famous footballs in the neighborhood boys.

The most special thing about this one is that it has a lot of signatures on it!Sergey only glanced at it with his eyes, and he almost couldn't recognize how many names were on it!

"This is from Thomas Muller. His signature is just an M and a circle! That one is from Schweinsteiger. His name is so long, his signature is too tiring, and..."

Thomas Muller and Schweinsteiger are both international players of the German team. If there is no accident, they will soon play Brazil with the German national team.

The friends pointed to the past one by one and introduced them one by one. The excitement was beyond words, "Maxence said, this is what his brother helped to come here," he praised vigorously, "It's great to have such a brother, I also want to have..."

Sergey is not as easy to fall into dreamy reverie as his friends, but he also likes this signed football very much. After watching it for a long time, he reluctantly returns it to Max Sens who came to ask for the ball.

The boy, who was not tall but handsome enough, grinned, took the ball into his arms, and led a bunch of fans to the other side to discuss his football.

Maybe it's because he brought enough gifts to make all the boys envy, maybe it's because he has golden curly hair, although it is messy, but the color is conspicuous, and he stands in the middle of a group of boys, and everyone is facing him , so the stars are holding the moon, as if he is the most shining one among all the children.

No one questioned the authenticity of this football and those signatures. Everyone knows that this German kid with a Western European name lives in a high-end residential area on the other side of the street, a single-family villa, and even brought a local nanny with him when he went out. Sometimes the exaggeration makes everyone's eyes drop.

According to Max Sens himself, his brother is now playing football in his home country and has entered the German U17 football team. It is easy to get the signatures of the stars.

"This is the real rich guy," my friend exclaimed, "That—that Asian guy across from your house, why are you showing off in front of us? He's not as rich as the Maxens family! Backward, where is it like Germany, it is the richest place in Europe, according to Max Sens, they still have Mercedes-Benz and BMW at home..."

Sergey responded perfunctorily.

The friend said again: "I hate him! A little monkey from the East puts on airs in front of us all day long and doesn't talk to us. You know, last time I just laughed at him, and he stared at us. I, I want to beat him up, you have to stop him..."

Sergey didn't respond this time, he corrected: "I just don't think you need to fight with him, everyone knows that he is so short and thin, he definitely can't beat you, and he has nothing to show off if he wins, maybe Your mother will know."

"... also." When mentioning mother, my friend quickly withered.

Sergey coughed: "But I think it's not right for us to keep silent like this..."

At this time, there was another exclamation not far away. The friend didn't hear what Sergey said, so he quickly put the matter behind him and ran to the prince he thought was the real prince.

In the evening, the sky darkened.

Sergey also bid farewell to his friends, and walked home dirty and sweaty after running.

He lives in a residential building on the side of the street. This kind of building is called "Brezhnev Building" by the locals. It is eight stories high and was built in the last century. Therefore, the corridors are relatively narrow and the walls are painted. Many of the gloomy green paint fell off and became a white and green "mosaic wall".When Sergey was in class, he saw from the textbook that there was another kind of "Khrushchev building", but he was not interested in history, and he didn't know the difference between these buildings.

Regarding the legacy left by the once huge red republic on the land of Eastern Europe, Sergey simply felt that it was inconvenient to go upstairs.

His home is on the sixth floor, which is very unfriendly to people after strenuous exercise. Sergey wiped the sweat from his forehead and climbed the narrow corridor panting.When he reached the fourth floor, he stopped.

The oriental boy who seemed to be named "Ann" stood between the fourth and fifth floors, facing Sergey, he raised his head, the Yankees hat was gone, his face was very pale, he looked quiet and dead, even It makes people feel weird for no reason.

"..." Sergey opened his mouth and paused again. He felt as if he had broken into another realm, but he couldn't think of what the boy was doing standing there. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to walk upstairs. As he walked, he aimed his eyes at the boy.

When he was approaching the boy, he heard his mother's voice from above his head: "Ander (Ander)? Are you still there? Don't worry, I'll take you there right away."

"What?" Sergey was puzzled. "Who are you taking, Mom?"

The woman who hurried down was plump, but still very beautiful. She stroked her long hair with her hands, was carrying a leather bag, and didn't wear high heels. She seemed to have decided to go out hastily.

Seeing her son go upstairs, she breathed a sigh of relief, and told him, "You go home first, Seryozha, and I'll take Ander to the hospital."

"Why go to the hospital?" Sergey asked.

The woman hit him on the head angrily, and took the boy away in a hurry without answering.

Sergey didn't know what happened, but he figured it had nothing to do with him, so he went upstairs heartlessly.

He didn't realize it until he walked to the door of his house.

It turned out that the boy who lived across from his house was not called "Ann", but "Ander".

Thinking of the poster he saw earlier this year when he passed by the small crappy movie theater near the school, Sergey pondered for a moment, and felt that the name "Ender" was not so girly--this is what the movie male protagonists are called. What about the name!

He thought again: Am I the first person on the block who knows his name?If he treats me tomorrow because of my mother's help, then I can't forgive him.

But who would have thought that in the next ten years, they would never see each other except on TV.