I heard someone mention Robert. () What happened to Cavena.

Yang Fan sneered, he originally planned to settle accounts with Robert Cavanna, but now it's good, the head coach cleaned up this bastard first. This idiot thinks he has a dad who is a minority shareholder of the club, how amazing it is.

"Maybe his shareholder dad can promote him straight to the first team. Mark Bateman said, his words causing a burst of laughter.

Yang Fan laughed, he even bumped his shoulder with Mark Bateman, this Germanic descendant with an upright personality, since he drank and drank happily with Yang Fan yesterday, he stood on Yang Fan's side clearly.

"Mark, thank you. Yang Fan put his arm around Mark Bateman's shoulders and said, he knew from other people that Mark Bateman was the first to stand up for him today.

"Just invite me to dinner. The big German man squeezed his eyes and said.

"No problem. Yang Fan laughed.

Back in the locker room, took a shower.

Yang Fan was the last to leave, because, in addition to his status as a player in the youth team, he also has a part-time job, which is a cleaner at the Rigber training base. His job is to clean the corridors and remove the garbage every two days.

The base of the youth team, only he is left.

"Ahem, cough, cough—" Yang Fan cleared his throat, he held a broom in his hand, used it as a guitar, and opened his throat there and sang.

"I want to fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun;

The world is waiting for me to change;

The dreams you want to make are never afraid of being seen by others;

Here I can do it all;

Laugh out loud and let you and I stand shoulder to shoulder;

Where there can be no infinite joy;

Put aside your troubles and stride forward bravely;

I was standing in the middle of the stage;

I believe that I am who I am;

I believe in tomorrow;

I believe that youth has no horizon;

by the sea at sunset;

on the lively streets;

It is the most beautiful paradise in my heart;

I believe in freedom;

I believe in hope;

I believe that if I reach out and touch the sky;

With you by my side;

Make life fresher;

Every moment is brilliant;

idobelieve！”

Yang Pei'an's song "I Believe", Yang Fan likes it very much, in a foreign country, in the days of fighting for his dreams, every time he suffers difficulties, and even when he feels that he can't persevere, in the lonely night, this young man is humming this song softly. Cheer for himself, cheer for himself, from the singing, he seems to see the ray of sunshine that belongs to him.

The whole person's feelings are driven by this song, thinking of himself fighting abroad alone, working hard for his dreams, scenes of hardship, laughter, and bitterness, now, the dawn of the future is unprecedentedly bright, Yang Fan couldn't hide his excitement in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were even a little damp.

"What are you singing? Are you crying?"

The sound of an urn sounding the sound of an urn. This startled Yang Fan. He gathered his throat, turned his head to look, and saw a little boy, standing there looking at him, with big eyes and curiosity. Yang Fan looked around and didn't see the adults in the child's house.

"Hey, kid, why are you here? Yang Fan asked, "Hurry up and go home, I tell you that there is a big demon king here, who specializes in eating children." ”

"Are you trying to scare me?" asked the little boy, biting his finger.

"Who's scaring my precious son? I'm sure he's getting his teeth all over the floor. A thick voice came.

"Well, I'm kidding. Yang Fan was a little embarrassed as he spoke, turning his head to look, he was surprised to find that the person who came was an acquaintance, Fat Bill, he stretched out a finger and pointed at the fat man, and then turned his head to look at the little boy, and said in surprise, "Are you, Pete?"

"Yes, I am!" the little boy's serious expression made people laugh.

"Is this your son?" Yang Fan said to Fat Bill.

"How?"

"It's hard to imagine that you have such a lively and lovely son. Yang Fan said.

I would take that as a compliment. Fat Bill said.

"Why are you here?" Yang Fan asked as he remembered the question that puzzled him.

The fat man raised the sign in his hand, which was the internal pass to the rigber training base.

"Daddy is here to collect the garbage. Little Pete said rawly.

Yang Fan nodded, understood, the garbage in the training base was transported and disposed of by a special person, he didn't expect that it would be Fat Bill who would do this work today.

"Chinese baby, you were singing?" said Fat Bill.

The fat man did it on purpose, and Yang Fan immediately concluded that he knew that he didn't like to hear the title of 'Chinese baby', and he still said so.

"I said, don't call me 'baby', you can call me Yang, or simply Chinese, it's okay." ”

The fat man shook his head and disagreed, he thought it was very interesting to call Yang Fan 'Chinese baby', but the son nodded and said to his father, "Daddy, I think he is right, don't you keep telling me that I should respect others." ”

"Ahh Son. The fat man immediately changed his mind, and he said to Yang Fan, "Yang, this pronunciation is right." ”

Yang Fan looked at the funny father and son and laughed. The fat man glared at him: "What are you laughing at? My son said this, so I naturally listened to my son." ”

Yang Fan held back a smile, he bent down and stretched out his hand: "It's nice to meet you, little genius Pete." ”

The little guy also looked like a little adult, and shook hands with Yang Fan, "Hello, I'm also very happy to meet you, brave man." ”

"What?" Yang Fan was surprised and looked at the fat man.

The fat man smiled a little awkwardly, "That goal of yours is great, I said to my son-"

"Daddy said, every man has his responsibility," little Pete said in a milky voice, "Daddy also said that your responsibility is to score goals, so, even though it hurts, you still say that you want to score, is that true?"

Yang Fan looked at the fat man, this time the expression on his face became serious, he glanced at the fat man, he bent down again, and said to the little boy, "Your father is right, my responsibility is to score goals, so, I must endure the pain to score goals." You've got a great daddy, Pete. ”

"I think so too. Little Pete said proudly.

"Haha. Yang Fan laughed.

Fat Bill was even more proud, and his face was full of red light.

The place that Yang Fan was in charge of had not yet been cleaned, and Fat Bill decided to go somewhere else to collect garbage first, so he picked up his son and let him ride on his neck.

Little Pete waved his hand at Yang Fan, and said in a milky voice: "Goodbye, Yang!

Yang Fan waved goodbye, he looked at the back of the father and son, looked at the huge fat man, and the little guy on his neck waved his arms crisply, listening to the laughter of the father and son, he also laughed.

He remembered that when he was a child, his father also took him like this, and he rode on his father's neck like this Yang Fan's nose was a little sour, and he was homesick for more than a year.

Thousands of miles away in China, in the Central Plains, in a small town.

Yang Jianguo unloaded the goods, panting tiredly, and sat on the steps at the door of the house to rest.

A neighbor passed by, saw Yang Jianguo, who was tired and sweating profusely, and said, "Old Yang, you are so old, you have to be careful with this hard work, I said you, how good it would be to call your Yang Fan back to help, that child is outside"

"Yes, Lao Yang, it's not good for the child to mess around outside, and it's not a shame, come back," said the neighbor's wife.

"What nonsense are you talking about. The neighbor glared at his wife and dragged her away.

"Am I wrong?"

Listening to the faint voice, Yang Jianguo sighed. He rested for a while, unloaded all the goods, took his phone out of his pocket, and pressed play.

This is a recording, which was recorded by Lao Yang when Yang Fan called half a month ago.

"Dad, I'm fine now, I have enough money, and I'm in good health. I'm playing very well now, the coach in Washington praised me, I scored a hat-trick in training, and by the way, I scored in the last game."

The wrinkles on his elderly father's forehead seemed to have faded because of the words in these recordings, and he smiled happily, "This stinky boy, don't be proud." ”

"Dad, Xiaofan is calling?" came his wife's voice.

"No, no. ”

"Don't keep playing that recording, I miss my son even more when I hear it. I said you, boss, when your son was at home, you beat and scolded, and now you are again."

Rigberton Training Base.

Yang Fan packed up his homesickness and began to get busy.

I swept the corridor with a broom, collected and cleaned the garbage, and then mopped the corridor again. Yang Fan snapped his fingers, and twenty pounds was in hand. He works part-time, is paid daily, and tomorrow morning the director of the training base will pay him twenty pounds.

Pushing his bicycle, at the door of the training base, Yang Fan was stopped by the janitor,

"Yang, I read the newspaper. You don't pay attention to that guy's nonsense. The old man led his dog, and the dog sniffed around Yang Fan's trouser legs.

"Thank you, Alexon. Yang Fan bent down, touched the old dog's back, and thanked the janitor, "I'm fine." ”

"The newspaper to you—"

"Alexon. Yang Fan looked at the old man's concerned gaze and said with a smile, "I have unprecedented confidence in myself now. Just wait and see the day when I score for Newcastle. ”

"Haha, I wish this day came sooner. The janitor said happily that he was relieved to see that Yang Fan's love was not affected by the newspaper, but was full of self-confidence. In the heart of this old man, every young man in Rigberton is his child, and he wants them all to be successful, wearing Newcastle shirts and galloping on the pitch at St James' Park.

"Goodbye, Alexon. Yang Fan said goodbye to the janitor.

"Goodbye, child, go home quickly. ”

Yang Fan didn't ride the bike immediately, he pushed the bike forward, turned his head, looked at the direction of the gate, he could only see the back of the old man Alexon Owens, the janitor stood at the door, facing the training base, it can be imagined that the old man was looking at the land where he worked affectionately, for him, Rigberton was the holy place in his heart.

At the feet of the old man, the old dog lay at his feet, the sun was setting, the sun was shining on the janitor and his old dog, and there was a golden light in the sunset, which was very beautiful