In a Sichuan restaurant that can be found everywhere in the streets, there are several plates of home-cooked food on greasy tables, with empty beer bottles on one side and freshly opened bottles on the other. Gao Zheng and Zhao Ju sat opposite each other, each with a glass of beer in front of them. There were still two-thirds of the glass of wine in front of Gao Zheng, and Zhao Ju had already started to add wine to himself.

"I'll just say Brother Zheng, you won't give up your career dream! Ha! Zhao Ju obviously drank a little too much, and his voice was much louder than usual.

Gao Zheng still kept sober: "I just can't play football together anymore to make money......"

Zhao Ju hurriedly waved his hand, and the range of movements was exaggerated: "Hey! What to say! Non-existent, non-existent! It stands to reason that you can not give me a penny of that money, but every time you give me half of it, I can get half of it with a few phone calls...... How can there be such a good thing in this world? I know Brother Zheng, you yourself are not rich, I know Brother Zheng, you are helping me this cripple......"

"Lao Zhao!" Gao Zheng tried to interrupt Zhao Ju's words.

But how could Zhao Ju, who had drunk too much, be easily interrupted? At this moment, he seems to have something to say to Gao Zheng, perhaps because he knows that from now on, he and Brother Zheng will embark on two completely different life paths, and they may never see each other again. So if you don't say those things now, you won't have a chance to say them in the future.

"Don't interrupt me, Brother Zheng. I'm just a cripple, I know that when it rains, the knee of this leg will hurt......" Zhao Ju patted his right leg at the knee hard. "There's nothing to deny about this, and I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of being crippled, it's just a bit of a hassle to find a job...... So it's Brother Zheng, you're helping me, helping you contact a game, and I earn more than I usually make in three days. I don't have any friends, Brother Zheng, you are really good to me, I know, I know it in my heart......"

"Lao Zhao, you drank too much......"

"I know, of course I drank too much, how the do I dare to say these things if I don't drink too much?" Zhao Ju laughed and shook his head. "I know Brother Zheng, you don't want me to think that you are sympathizing with me, I know Brother Zheng, you are taking care of my self-esteem, I really appreciate Brother Zheng, you...... But actually, I never wanted you to play those games like this to take care of me, really. Brother Zheng, you shouldn't be playing that kind of ball, professional football, Europe is where you should go! So I'm really happy for you now...... It's true! ”

"You are the most talented of our group of players, and Coach Yang praises you every day. I still remember when you first came, we all thought you were the son of Yang Gui...... Why else do you enjoy so many privileges? Later, we knew, Brother Zheng, you are really awesome! Everyone is convinced! Zhao Ju gave a thumbs up and gave it to Gao Zheng.

"You're not bad, Lao Zhao."

"Me? Ha! I'm far worse than you! ”

"If you don't get hurt, you can play professional football."

Zhao Ju was injured in the youth team of Dacheng Club, but in order not to lose the main position, he did not treat it in time, but continued to train and play with the injury, and finally the injury became more and more serious, resulting in irreversible damage, like now, not only can he not continue to play, but he even limps when he walks.

Hearing Gao Zheng's words, Zhao Ju smiled bitterly: "I know my strength, even if I don't get hurt and enter the professional team, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to mix it up." It's not good that it's the second Yan Qing, who retired in his twenties...... In fact, Brother Zheng, I sometimes regret why I chose football in the first place...... You say I spent so much time learning football, did I learn anything? What does what I do now have to do with football? None of the bullshit has to do with it! drove around pulling goods and delivering goods...... My parents didn't want me to play football because they gave me this name...... Why the did I learn to play football in the first place? I don't have the talent for it......"

Listening to Zhao Ju's scolding words, Gao Zheng didn't know what to say.

In fact, Lao Zhao is a victim of football. He didn't enjoy any benefits in football, and the skills he learned didn't allow him to find a job to support himself after leaving the pitch. It can be said that learning football has wasted a lot of time, and if he had gone to school or learned a practical skill, would his life have been completely different?

We always say that Chinese football lacks talent and has a weak mass base. But professional football is originally the existence at the top of the pyramid, and every professional player is a hundred times his loser and eliminated. People only pay attention to those who succeed, but they are not interested in the fate of those who lose, but the losers are also living people, they also want to eat, they also want to find a wife, and they also want to start a family...... Who is responsible for the time and youth they have wasted for more than ten years?

Some football insiders have questioned how many Chinese parents are willing to send their children to play football, but why not ask parents why they are unwilling to send their children to play football? Bet on your child's future to learn to play football, and it's okay to say that if you kick it out, what about the vast majority of people who can't kick it? What parent wants their children to be the stepping stone and denominator of success?

Gao Zheng couldn't say those big truths, but looking at Lao Zhao, who was talking about his disgust and regret for football through the strength of wine, he still felt that there might be something wrong with the cultivation of our football talents......

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Zhao Ju didn't know how much wine he drank, anyway, he was almost drunk into a puddle of mud in the end, he said a lot of things that he would never say in ordinary times, and he also showed a look that Gao Zheng would never see in ordinary times.

Gao Zheng settled the meal money and helped him to take a taxi - Lao Zhao drank so much, he definitely couldn't take the bus.

But as soon as he walked to the side of the road, Zhao Ju suddenly heard a retching sound, and then leaned down and vomited out all the contents in his stomach.

Gao Zheng hurriedly patted him on the back, and Zhao Ju vomited one after another. When he finally finished vomiting, he wiped his mouth with his hand and rubbed it against his clothes.

"Is it better, Lao Zhao?"

"It's better......"

"Sit down and rest." Gao Zheng supported him, and the two of them sat on the road together.

The evening breeze blows, and although you are in the southern land, the wind in December also makes people feel cold.

"Brother Zheng, in fact, I'm a little jealous of you......"

"Huh?" Gao Zheng glanced at Zhao Ju who was sitting next to him in surprise, he was lying on his lap, burying his head between his hands.

"If only I had your talent...... I don't want to drive a delivery car, I don't want to live like this...... I still want to play, I still want to be a professional footballer, earn more than I have now, live better than I have now...... Don't worry about money or women. I'm still ...... I still like football...... I don't want to be a cripple......"

Zhao Ju said vaguely, his voice changed as he spoke, and he choked up in the end.

Gao Zheng looked at his shoulders and shrugged.

Lao Zhao cried.

But Gao Zheng didn't know how to comfort him, it was easy to say something about chicken soup and beat chicken blood, but it didn't help Lao Zhao in trouble.

After Gao Zheng was terminated by AC Milan, he originally thought that fate was unfair to him, but after returning to China and meeting Lao Zhao, he realized that he was already very lucky, and fate was even more ruthless to Lao Zhao.

It is said that happiness is comparative, but he doesn't want to be happier with Lao Zhao.

Gao Zheng, who didn't know what to say, could only hug Lao Zhao's trembling body hard and give him a little warmth on this cold winter night.

The cars drove by one after another on the road in front of them, and the sound of swishing was incessant. Across the highway is a bustling business district, where neon signs decorate the city's night sky with rich colors, and a giant Christmas tree stands in front of the complex's largest building, wrapped in tiny colorful light bulbs. People entered the bustling area in droves, and came out of it with large bags and small bags with satisfied and happy smiles, and then stopped in front of this huge Christmas tree to admire, the colorful lights reflected on everyone's smiling faces, and they raised their mobile phones to leave this colorful night scene.

This is just the tip of the provincial capital city of South China, and there are countless more places in this huge city that are so lively. In different places, there are similar crowds and hustle and bustle.

But the bustle of the city has nothing to do with these two young men sitting on the side of the road embracing each other.

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PS, I found that I actually had two alliance leaders, among which "God bless water" is the old alliance leader, and readers and friends who often read my books may also know it.

I'm sorry I can't add it now, I'm trying to save the manuscript and try to pay off the debt when it is on the shelf......

Thank you to the two generous alliance leaders, Momoda!