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"Why do you have to insist so much, it doesn't matter if you win or lose a game, the league has just started, but if you get injured, it's a big loss for you and for the team, you know!"

Favre still wanted to try to persuade Ye Bing, but when he put his hand on Ye Bing, Ye Bing's unconcealable tremor made him stunned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Coach! I'm okay and I hope to be able to keep standing on the pitch! ”

What Ye Bing thinks about now is only to continue to run on the field, that feeling of losing everything he doesn't want to experience again, only football, only the grass on the field, can make him feel at ease!

Favre was silent, the scene in front of him seemed to be familiar, as if the memories that had long been yellowed bloomed like flowers in front of him, and between his noses, it seemed that he could still smell the faint fragrance, with the smell of time.

His sanity was telling him to refuse, but, at this moment, he couldn't make this somewhat cruel decision anyway.

"It's only the first half! You only have ten minutes! ”

Favre tried to put on a tough face, coldly shook off a sentence and turned back to the bench, but no one saw it, and there was some sparkling in the corners of the old handsome's eyes.

"Byrne, you're in heaven, are you alright?"

After a while, Ye Bing returned to the field, although his ankle was still very painful, although his expression was very hideous, he still returned to the field without hesitation, only on the football field is the place where a football player should really stay, isn't it?

The old coach Favre stood on the sidelines, his mind was blank, and he just watched Ye Bing dribble, organize, and dribble quickly although he was working the field. It was as if everything that had just happened had no effect on him.

That figure, unconsciously, and a figure in the old handsome's mind gradually coincided, and gradually, became exactly the same!

……

I don't know how many years ago, but if I think about it, it seems like it's been more than 30 years.

It was an afternoon in Neuchâtel, a picturesque city in western Switzerland, and I sat on the shores of Lake Neuchâtel, looking at the beautiful lake as far as the eye could see, but my eyes were extremely empty, because I was not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful scenery at all.

Just a few hours ago, my best friend who grew up with me and was also a teammate on the road to football passed away.

This good partner who played with him from Lausanne sports to the sky, before he had time to show his talent and ability, fell on the first step to realize his dream!

Car accident!

Tragic car accident!

Hearing the news, he hurried to the hospital, and could only look blankly at his friend Byrne, who was lying on the hospital bed and dying, at a loss, flustered, but there was nothing to do.

The doctors tried their best, but they couldn't save his life.

At the end, in the midst of Bourne's absence, the doctor took me into the intensive care unit.

Looking at Byrne, whose face was bloodless and had some difficulty breathing, the tears in the corners of his eyes seemed to erupt like a spring, but for some reason, his bloodshot eyes did not let a tear flow out of his eyes.

Byrne struggled to turn his head to look at me from the hospital bed, his trembling hand slowly reaching out. I quickly stretched out my hand and clasped it tightly.

Trembling, unstoppable trembling.

His eyes were still bright, his will was still steel, but he was trembling! Constantly trembling!

"Lucien, I, I don't want to die. Football... It was my gray childhood... The most important thing. I... No loved ones ... I only have... It's just you, and football! I think... I want to get back on the pitch! Back... Stadium! ”

As he spoke, tears flowed from Bourne's eyes, he was too eager to run on the pitch, he was too eager to be able to lie lazily on the pitch in the sun, and be relaxed for a while. He was too eager to continue fighting with his brother at his new club. He longed so much to stay in this world, to stay with football, that was the best ray of sunshine in his tragic childhood.

"Lucy... Ann, you're going to do it for me... Continue on....on the pitch... Run, I'll be in heaven... Blessed... You! ”

Byrne's pale face flushed with a hint of red, like the most beautiful sunset in the sky before night came.

After all, what should come will come.

I was completely speechless at that time, and my eyes were full of tears, but I endured it, just not letting a single tear stay.

Byrne's body trembled more and more, and I couldn't help but grasp his hand tightly.

"I... Scared, the pitch ... Football... Kickball... You, and me. ”

Bourne stared at my eyes tightly, and after all, my tears still flowed uncontrollably, and in an instant, my face was covered with tears.

I nodded heavily, and then I looked at Bourne, a smile barely curling into my mouth, and my eyes slowly, slowly, covered his pretty eyes.

The flush on his face, as if the night had fallen and the sunset had gradually dissipated, gradually faded away, returning to the distressing paleness.

At that time, I didn't even know how I got out of the hospital and how I got to the lake.

I just stared blankly at the clear blue sky and the undisturbed lake, and I don't know how long it took.

Byrne, his childhood friend, was an orphan who grew up in a welfare home, but he never had a good life. In those memorable years, it was I who brought football into his life. He also got out of that dark childhood because of football.

……

Standing on the sidelines, Favre gently wiped the crystal from the corner of his eyes with his hand, the first half of the game is over, the second half of the game is still waiting for him, and there will be many games waiting for him in the future!

Ye Bing limped off the court a little, and there was no pain in his feet for a long time, because he was already paralyzed. When he took off his shoes, he found that his left foot was already high and swollen, but he didn't regret it!

When he stepped on the pitch, he realized what football meant to him.

In the past, you may think that football is your own interest, your own profession, and a means of making a living, but when you are in danger of losing him, you will find that you have persevered in the echelon for so many years even knowing that you have no talent, because of your love for football.

Perhaps, it is because of this love that he has won God's favor.

……

On the commentary stage at this time, Schneider and Koch still did not understand what head coach Favre was doing.

"Even if the player asks for it, Favre shouldn't just be used to him. Ye Bing: This is taking his career as a child's play, do we see fewer players who are not magically absent after the injury? Schneider was furious and constantly questioned Favre's decision.

Koch, who was on the side, was a little silent, did not speak, and did not take Schneider's words.

For a long time, Koch spat out a sentence.

"Michael, you haven't been a player, you don't understand the desire of a football-loving player to get back on the pitch after an injury!"

Schneider was dumbfounded, and Koch retired due to injury and stayed away from the court.