“ho are you？”

“I am Louis Brent”

"tell me about Louis Brent" was a conversation from about a decade ago.

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With a week to go until the 11th round of the Premier League, Hydward finally had time to spare. Brent's agent sent news from the United States that his surgery was successful and that everything went well and he would be able to return to training in about two months, but it was difficult to say that he would play in the last game.

Ward did not receive any of the messages that the player would have sent.

He decided to go to the United States, something that should have been solved by just sending a staff member, but Ward didn't, he handed over the team's work to Campbell and Finnan, and got on the earliest flight of the day, and Ward was tasked with bringing the lad home.

Before leaving, he also brought the fan-voted Player of the Month trophy, which should have belonged to Klose, but Milo engraved Luiz's name on the trophy.

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In a park in California, USA, a group of teenagers are practicing football under the guidance of a coach, and the big goal is divided into 9 areas with lines, the upper left corner, the upper right corner and the middle are 3 points, the bottom row is 2 points, and the others are 1 point. Seven or eight children were competing for free kicks, and the highest score in 5 chances was the winner.

They were standing three or four meters outside the top of the arc, and one of the little boys tensed up and was aiming repeatedly, and he missed three of the five balls, which was his fourth chance. The boy's coach was patient, smiling, telling him which part to use to hit the ball, and squatting down to pat his shoes.

The little boy took a few deep breaths and told himself to relax, he took two steps back and his eyes began to focus, you might think of Messi, Messi before the free-kick.

With a "whoosh", the ball grazed the post in the upper left corner and flew into an area near a dead end, his companions were cheering, and the coach was also surprised, but the little boy was stunned, he didn't kick at all?

"It's the big brother!" Someone called out to Brent, who was on crutches outside the court.

Luiz gave everyone a confident smile, the shot was accurate enough, but the force was a little worse, his right foot hurt his left foot and it was not his dominant foot, and he used a pick.

Louis has the potential to be a star, with a charming smile, deep eyes, there always seems to be a melancholy that can't be dissolved, this is the temperament that wants to kill people, the last name that fascinated thousands of girls is Robert Baggio, and the two are very similar in temperament.

Brent wanted to try his hand at it, but someone was calling his name in the distance.

A yellow-skinned middle-aged man ran over panting, "Luis, your takeaway." ”

"Thank you." He didn't look at it, but walked in the direction where he lived.

The middle-aged man, the owner of a Chinese restaurant in nearby Chinatown, had been delivering food to the player, who appeared to have broken his leg, for days on end.

He helped and asked, "Louis, where is your agent?" Isn't he there? You can't eat takeout every day, right? ”

Brent replied with a smile: "I'm not the only player under his banner, people are very busy. ”

"What about your family? Or girlfriend, there's always someone to take care of you. ”

Louis fell silent, and it took a long time before he patted the kind restaurateur on the shoulder, "Yellow, don't worry." The club will come to pick me up in two days," Brent said lightly, looking at his knees, but the worry in his eyes could not be dissipated.

Meniscus cruciate ligament injury, how can it be so simple, how many good players have been ruined on this.

Limping along, his thoughts drifting away.

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"Who are you?"

"My name is Louis? Brent"

"Hear your story, Louis." Don, who was still the coach of Portsmouth's ordinary U11 youth team at the time, asked.

He did not speak, but a lean woman told Louis, "Come with me, I'll take you home, and we'll go find your relatives." ”

Tang was a fierce and unsightly uncle with a full beard, and he broke open and scolded: "Home? Where else is there a home? His mom is dead, his dad is dead, his sister is dead, his home is in ruins, he has no home, you idiot. "Those were the deepest memories buried in the heart of the boy, guns, artillery, airplanes, smoke and fire, and corpses that had not had time to be buried, he was born in a country full of war.

"Follow me," Don said, rubbing his dry hair.

A few months later.

Louis wipes the balls one by one, and he sharpens his skills every day on the land that belongs to England, and of course the skies of England may not be born with the soil that belongs to technology.

"A gentleman can't play well," his teammates mocked Brent's malnourished and thin body.

"I'm not playing, and I don't want to be a gentleman." He smashed the ball on his teammate's head, and he didn't have many friends since.

Another two months.

"You stupid can't last a day!" It was raining heavily on the pitch, and an exhausted Louis was almost crawling and running forward, but all Don gave him was a sneer.

Brent bared his teeth at the coach like a running wolf, "Lao Tzu will last longer than you!" ”

year.

In the field of his peers, he was knocked to the ground by a defender who was 2 years younger than him, and he was lying on the ground with a sprained ankle and was ridiculed by everyone. That man's name is John? Collingham, who was the captain of the local athletic team, was not playing at the back at the time.

After another year, the opponent became a teammate, John Jr. was better than him in everything, he wanted to break to the right, but the ball was left behind after the pass. He's fast, but the opponent's positioning is more accurate, he shoots well, but the opponent's pass seems to find everyone, and he can't play against a group of people alone.

He fell to the ground...

He fell to the ground...

He fell to the ground again...

As he climbed up again and again, Brent's growth rate was terrifying.

One day, he was suddenly able to flicker around in the small space of the court, and Luis just picked it lightly, volleyed sideways, and whoosh! He became an assassin on the court!

Brent was a guy like everyone else from the beginning, he started trying to play with his eyes closed, he was a lone stalker in the dark, and this was the most extreme way to develop his ball sense.

In the past two years, perhaps as the players have grown older, Don has gradually become less ferocious, and he admonishes Luiz: Football is a team sport, and football is fun. Brent knew the man was farting again, and he was talking more nonsense than Hydward. Everybody has their own way of dealing with football, he beat John and the kid never got the ball under his feet again. Luiz became the main striker, captain and star of the Under-15s, and the stupid big Frell obediently stayed on the bench, and he knew from a very young age that there was no drama for those who couldn't play.

On the day he signed his contract as a professional player, Don said, "The kid becomes a player. ”

"The kid is Brent from Portsmouth, and it's just getting started," Lewis said. ”

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When a strong wind began to blow on the side of the street, he bid farewell to his kind boss, found a chair and began to enjoy lunch.

You're out of singing, Brent.

He said to himself while eating, Klose was injured and was driven to Lazio on the day he returned, Srna was injured and when he was healed, the whole world had forgotten about him, what was waiting for me? Lease, then lend? After two years, waiting for one day to prove yourself?

Is that okay?

No, it's not me.

He still remembers the skinny little woman more than ten years ago, and he still remembers the teenager lying in the mud and drinking rainwater. Brent, he's a wolf, a wounded wolf! He had to come back, he had to teach Southampton a lesson, and he had to get justice for his broken leg.

Know who I am?

“I am Louis Brent”