Outside the window is a quietly flowing canal, and inside the window is a white grand piano. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In front of the piano is Zhuo Yang, who has a stinky face and is focused, and on the low seat is Carl Rand, a mad dog who is dumbfounded.

Rand is a sincere person, but he is not a stupid person, on the contrary, Rand is very good at thinking and likes to think, otherwise he would not have found his own football path in thinking under the blow of the outstanding talent of the Six Musketeers.

It turns out that I have always misunderstood, I should not pursue the main theme, I should be the indispensable low chords in the movement.

Why should I try to lead the team? That's not what I'm good at, that's Zhuo Yang's job. I just have to do what I do best, which is to destroy and tear. It turned out that the direction I was trying to go in the wrong direction was wrong, I shouldn't have competed with my opponents in the Bundesliga for talent, I shouldn't have competed with them for running awareness and receiving awareness, I just had to destroy.

All I need to do is be ready at all times. Like the bass chords, they don't affect the main theme, but they are indispensable and can be added to the movement as soon as needed.

I shouldn't have been chasing for a starting position because the starting formation requires-for-tat with the opponent, it requires strategic attempts and tactical ability, and that's not my forte. My strength is that I can provide madness at any time, and when I am ordered to bite my opponent, I am characterized by being quite unreasonable.

I don't care about your talent and awareness, I don't. As long as I am unreasonable, I don't care who the opponent is, the Bundesliga, the League Cup, so what? I'm going to tear you apart just like I did last season.

I should be a bench bandit, like I always do. I'm like the best sixth man in the NBA, and I'm supposed to be the best 12th man in Maddyburg. When the team needed me, I got up from the bench in time to break down the opposition midfield. When Zhuo Yang needed me, I would bite my opponent's neck for him. When Mr. Klopp needed me, I was the mad dog who went crazy at any time.

I don't have to dwell on the lack of tactical awareness, it's not going to work for me. I just need to carefully observe the situation in the midfield off the pitch, judge the key points of the opponent's attack, and then I wait for the order. I'm like a chord in a movement, ready to be embedded in the tune.

The young players of the team can't stand up to it now, it doesn't matter, I will try my best to do it in the starting position, and if I can't do it well, Zhuo Yang will naturally help me. He should help me because I'm his friend. When the young players grow up, I'll be my bench thug again. At that time, I would always be ready to help Zhuo Yang because he was my friend.

It turned out that I didn't have to leave Madiburg at all, I can't leave here, Madiborg needs me because I'm the best 12th in the team.

Fuck little Gattuso, I'm nobody, I'm me, I'm a mad dog, the mad dog of Madiburg, the mad dog Carl Rand.

Carl Rand thought of not having to leave Madiburg, and his heart was instantly filled with flowers and joy, and all depression and sadness were swept away.

Zhuo Yang is right, football is to find your own happiness, is to chase happiness with your favorite friends. I like to play football with Zhuo Yang, and I like to be a mad dog. Zhuo Yang is indeed a man of great wisdom, I respect him, he is my captain, my king, My-king. More importantly, he was my friend.

Rand the mad dog looked at Zhuo Yang who closed his eyes and raised his head to stroke the piano in front of the piano, under the shroud of the sunlight outside the window, Zhuo Yang in Rand's eyes was like God.

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"Zhuo Yang, thank you for your hospitality, Sister Autumn, thank you very much, your cooking skills are really unforgettable." When saying goodbye, Rand was very polite and heartfelt.

"Hey, you're kind to eggplant, vulgar!" Zhuo Yang pouted.

Rand: "......"

"Carl, go slowly, come often when you have time, tell your sister in advance what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you." The eldest sister knew that Rand was a sincere person.

Zhuo Yang sent Rand out the door and watched him walk out of the fence door. Rand stopped, paused, and turned around.

"Zhuo Yang, tell you a secret." I could see that Rand was very happy at this moment. "I came today to tell you that I'm moving out of Madiburg. But now, I've changed my mind. ”

"Ahh Have you changed your mind? You're not going to tell me? Zhuo Yang was taken aback.

"......" Rand cried and laughed: "I have decided not to leave Madibourg." As long as the club doesn't kick me out, I'll stay in Madiburg forever, not anywhere, forever on the peninsula. Whether it's a substitute or a main player, even if I am asked to play in the third division of the B team, I will not leave here. ”

To Rand's surprise, Zhuo Yang didn't show a look of surprise when he heard this, nor did he say anything surprised or happy, but just grinned with a very happy smile on his face.

Rand smiled too, just as happily. "Let's go!" He waved his hand at Zhuo Yang, turned around and walked home.

"Mad Dog!" Zhuo Yang shouted to him behind him, and Rand stopped again and looked at Zhuo Yang.

"Perhaps, that's why I recommend you to be the vice captain of the team." Carl Rand was stunned, and he froze.

Zhuo Yang is pretending, let's give him a hundred points.

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The next day, the team resumed training, and Rand went to Uncle Scum's office, and the two talked for a long time, and no one knew what they talked about. It was only at the end that a club staff member saw Klopp send Rand down the stairs and said a word to him.

"Karl, you know what? In my eyes, you have always been as important and outstanding as the Six Musketeers and Zhuo Yang. You and they are the best students of my Jurgen Klopp. ”

"Thank you, sir."

On that day, many people heard Uncle Scum on the balcony, laughing loudly at the surface of the canal, and the laughter was like a rusty axe. If it weren't for Zhuo Yang's efforts to appease, Saihu would have rushed up to bite him.

Many years later, Carl Rand, a famous player of the peninsula and head of the club's marketing department, said to the wealthy Chinese businessmen: "I had the privilege of tasting a lot of Chinese food and went on a very wonderful culinary trip to China with our King Zhuo Yang during his holidays. What I remember vividly, and my favorite, is a famous dish called stir-fried eel made with fathead fish and tofu. …… Oh, and there's a turtle ...... who likes to drink sauce. ”

These Chinese are all confused.