Ender's Football

After chatting with Li Mei, Ander felt a little lost.

But such emotions did not stay with him for a long time. Afterwards, his agent Jack quickly negotiated the contract with Leipzig for him, and explained the situation to Uwensburg. Prepare to move to Leipzig.

During this period, his little friends were very reluctant to part with him, and came to say goodbye to him one after another.

Alexis, who came here from Russia, was the saddest.Apparently Ender's departure cost him the only person in Uwensburg with whom he could speak Russian.

"I'll miss you, brother." He gave Ender a big "Russian bear hug" as farewell. Alexei was tall and had powerful arms, and Ender's expression was a little deformed the moment he exerted force.

"I'll miss you, too," Ender said quickly, slipping out from under his arm, messing with his hair.

The curly-haired Nathan and Grande didn't show a very sad mood at this time - especially Nathan, he was so calm beyond Ender's expectations - Nathan was usually the most emotional among them One of them, Ender was thinking about how to comfort him after a while.

"Good luck, bro," Nathan said.

Grande also patted him on the shoulder: "Do a good job at Red Bull! If you come back crying, don't say you are my brother."

Ender smiled and nodded to Grande: "No."

Then, he looked at Nathan again, and Curly gave him a silly smile.

"I thought you would give me some special parting gift." Ender sighed pretendingly, "Like tears or something."

"Hey!" Nathan couldn't help but tapped Ender's shoulder lightly. The short man - he was about the same height as Ender - the little curly jumped up and protested loudly, "I won't cry! I'm already a Manly man, buddy!"

After he finished speaking, he also smiled, and such a smile once again diluted the sadness of parting.

Grande explained: "Maybe you haven't had a lot of this, Ender, Alexey, but we -- me and Nathan, have seen many, many partings. It's in our world It seems normal, because every season, someone will leave, some will go to a better place, then we will bless him, some people may go to some not so good echelons because of elimination, then I also sincerely hope He can make a comeback and get back on a good team..."

Indeed, Ender was not as "experienced" as the two of them. Most of the time, he was the one who walked away instead of standing still and waving.

"Okay," Alexey finally wrote the final note for this farewell, "I hope that the place where we meet in the future will be the stadium——by that time, I will not show mercy to you guys!"

The Russian boy raised his chin, as if he could stand on the Bundesliga stage in a second.

Ender, Nathan, and Grande looked at each other, and unanimously tousled Alexei's hair, and then all laughed out loud.

*

Munich.

Compared with Ender's happy and harmonious atmosphere, the atmosphere on Sieghard's side was a bit quiet.

He sits on a bench outside the community soccer field, one leg slung casually aside, his injured right leg carefully put in place with little effort.

This is a community football field near their home. Usually there are many boys who live nearby to play here. Now these children are also here. Most of them are wearing Bayern Munich's red and white jerseys, chasing each other on the field. Talking, playing and joking.

Sieghard's eyes followed the children.

His eyes were out of focus, and he wasn't so much watching them play as he was watching all those reds dancing around the pitch, and all those white or gold numbers.

Loel and Cohen stood not far away, silently watching Sigurhard's bent back.

Cohen was extremely embarrassed. He just came back from Qatar not long ago, and then he heard the astonishing news that Sighard was going to transfer. He rushed to Sighard's home immediately before returning to the team to take a look. .At that time, only Sighard's uncle Loel was at home. After Cohen asked Loel, he came to the nearby community football field with him.

But they saw Sieghard's silent back from a distance, and the two of them looked at each other, neither of them knew whether they should step forward now to break the silence around Sieghard.

"Cohen, I am very happy that Sig has you as a good friend. Of course he is also very reluctant to bear you and Munich, but we made this decision for his future. He wants to be the best goalkeeper in Germany. Stay here. It's hard to get a start... so going to Red Bull might be a good thing for his career, at least there is more willingness to play him at this stage," Loel told Cohen.

Cohen opened his mouth, and the word "but" got stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter it.

His friend has already made a choice for his own future, and it is impossible for him to persuade him to change his mind, nor is it possible to put his career on his own illusory ideals. He must understand this parting—even though they He has been playing in the same team since he was 15 years old, and he agreed to stand together at the Allianz Arena in the future. Cohen even thought that if he could become Bayern's starter, he would definitely work hard to return to defense and be Sigha A loyal defender in front of Germany's goal.

At that time, Cohen was still a substitute, but Sieghard had already become the main force of the team. He even entered the national echelon early. Many coaches of the youth national team believed that Sieghard would be the future of Germany. They made a decision so easily and handed over the captain's armband to this teenage young man.

It can be said that although the positions of the two of them on the court require Sieghard to observe Cohen's back all the time, but on the career path, as long as Cohen raises his head, he will always find that Sieghard is always more than himself. He took a few steps, but he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried, he could only follow him with his legs, so as to keep following him without being thrown away by him.

This figure is so different from that of Sieghard today.

The former is confident, flamboyant, and determined, while the latter only makes Cohen feel vulnerable and helpless.

"...I can understand." He could only say this to Loel at last, "He has been my captain since he was 15 years old... When I first came to Munich, everything was very strange. There are still clubs in this city and I will never forget that."

Cohen took out a string of wooden bracelets from his pocket. He raised his head and looked at Loel with the bracelets, as if expecting him to take the gift from his hands.

But Loel shook his head: "No, I can't pass it on for you. This is your heart." He said, pointing to Cohen's heart, "Take it to Sig, he is your captain, He is also your friend, so he is qualified to accept your gift."

Cohen froze for a moment, then nodded, licked his lips, and then took a step, clenched the bracelet tightly, and walked in the direction of Sigurhard.

Sieghard was still looking at the kids, the red jerseys on their bodies had blurred into different points of light, leaving red marks on his retinas.

Then he heard a series of footsteps behind him, someone approached him from behind, and sat down beside him.

"You know," the man opened his mouth, and said in a relaxed tone with a smile, "I always think that you are the best captain I have ever seen, and the best goalkeeper in my mind— —Although I don’t have that many captains.”

Sieghard knew who he was when he heard it.

He didn't turn his head to look at the person, but let his gaze go further away, looking at the full sun that was about to set in the sky of Munich, and the sky that was dyed orange-red around it.

"Unfortunately, you're not the best attacking midfielder I've ever seen," Sieghard said. They are much younger and can absorb their strengths like a sponge."

Cohen pretended to be surprised: "No way, show some face, buddy? You are leaving, and you still want to spur me to work hard?"

"You said that I'm the best captain, so I have to let my players let go of their pride and complacency and continue to improve," Sieghard also smiled, and he turned his head away, bumping fists with Cohen— This is the gesture they often use when celebrating.

Before he could finish his sentence, Cohn laughed.

"Then I take back the sentence 'you are the best captain', because you also need to work hard," he responded with a smile, "Dude, even if you go to Red Bull, don't send me a message to tell me It would be a shame if you didn't become a leader there, people would say 'Your Bayern academy is not that good'! You have captained the best clubs and national teams in Germany and they can question your quality Strength, but I can't question my vision, there are not many captains who convince me."

Sieghard was amused by his rainbow fart output.

The boys' jokes quickly dispelled the haze that had surrounded him just now.

Sieghard put his left leg down, and asked him in a serious and at the same time: "Did you go to Qatar and learn to talk to some chat god, Cohen?"

"That's not true," Cohn said, "but speaking of Qatar, I said I'd bring you a present."

He took out the bracelet in his pocket. There was still a faint fragrance on the wooden bracelet. In order not to hurt the bones of his hand, every corner was rounded.

"I started walking around luxury stores for a long time... but you know, it's just stuff that you can buy anywhere in the world, it's not a big deal, so the day after the bootcamp, I was at the locals' market Bought this." He put the bracelet in Sieghard's palm, and the wooden bracelet still had the warmth of his palm, "They say this is a lucky amulet that can bring you good luck. I'm already very I was lucky, so I gave it to you."

He said, looking deeply at Sieghard: "Good luck in Leipzig."