Sunderland, Stadium of Light

It was the last game of the 2011-2012 season, away from home against Sunderland.

The number of fans who came to the scene of this game was not large, sparse, scattered in the stadium of light, and the cheers of the home fans could be faintly heard.

On such a slightly empty field, every confrontation between the players exploded in the stadium like a muffled thunder.

But at this time, the fans in the stadium were enjoying the performance of one player.

'Paul Pogba, the youngster who will leave Manchester United this season has once again delivered a wonderful long pass, he seems to be at ease at this level, no one can limit him, he really doesn't belong to this level, I think Manchester United will regret letting him go for free!'

One commentator couldn't help but let out the same exclamation for the fourth time after Pogba delivered a brilliant long pass.

"Manchester United have regretted it, Sir Alex Ferguson is angry about it, but what can be done, Pogba is out of contract when his contract expires, and Pogba will not renew his contract if the first team has no chance."

Another commentator shook his head helplessly, as early as half a year ago, Manchester United could not do anything about this matter.

Li Lin sat on the bench of Manchester United, watching with envy the way Pogba swayed freely on the pitch, and he has not played as much time as anyone else has played in a game this season.

However, both of them have the same fate, that is, they will leave for free at the end of the season, but Pogba is a lot of teams to compete for, and he is uncared for.

"Lee, are you alright?"

There was a worried voice from the teenager James Wilson in his ears, and Li Lin cheered up and smiled at him, but anyone with a discerning eye could see how reluctant his smile was.

"Lee, you have to believe in yourself, your diligence will bring you good luck."

"You kid comforted me!" Li Lin smiled and patted the other party's head, "Don't worry, I'm fine." Even if it doesn't work, there are other things I can do, and in this world, football is not the only thing that can be done. ”

Seeing that Li Lin seemed to be really fine, James put his energy on the court again.

At this time, he didn't realize how bitter Li Lin's smile was.

Yes, there is a lot to do in this world. But for a man who grew up in an orphanage and only had football in the world since he was a child, giving up football is more than just talking.

Academy coach Warren Joyce looked at the time on the big screen and then at the bench, his eyes on a few people who were all about to leave the team at the end of the season.

"Warm up!"

Warren beckoned, and it was a chance for the departing players to play for United one last time.

Li Lin was a little groggy and doing warm-up exercises on the edge of the field, and the other players seemed very cheered up, most of these people had already found their next home, and they were probably the ones who were helpless.

"Look at that guy, it's like a frosted eggplant, I'm afraid if you leave here, you'll become a homeless man! Ha ha! ”

A disgusting voice came from not far away, along with a burst of laughter.

Li Lin looked at these people in front of him coldly, a person in the team, has good friends, and naturally has teammates who have a very average relationship, this annoying guy in front of him is one.

"I usually like to go around behind Paul, like a pug, but unfortunately your master is not prepared to take you with him!"

"Trife, almost!" There was a warm-up teammate next to him, and he couldn't stand it.

"What's the matter, you look at his usual look with his eyes above the top, and when he turns around, he doesn't go to shoot that guy's ass, a waste who can't get on the field, and he dares to look down on us!"

Trife snorted coldly, walked up to Li Lin, spit out a mouthful of phlegm with disdain, looked at Li Lin with presumptuous eyes, turned his head and continued to warm up.

At that moment, a wave of hot blood poured into Li Lin's brain, and all the discrimination he had received in the past year, all the unhappiness he had experienced, and all the pressure he had endured seemed to be released at that moment.

"You say I'm a piece of trash?"

Li Lin pulled the other party back, and hit Trife in the stomach with an old punch, Trife couldn't help but wail, and bent down.

At this time, it was because he wanted to avoid these people, so Ye Lin stood in a relatively corner position, and the other players did not notice the situation here for the time being.

"And what are you beating with garbage, garbage?"

Li Lin held Trife and punched him hard in the stomach, at this time, there was nothing in Li Lin's eyes, only this guy in front of him, all he wanted to do was vent!

Vent your anger! Vent the sadness of being ostracized! Give vent to the sadness of leaving football!

I practice diligently every day, for my dreams, for football, for life, how desperate I am, even if I achieve nothing, but where do you have the qualifications to laugh at me, this garbage!

"Boom!"

Another hard punch, Trife couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the movement here finally caught the attention of others.

"Hey, Lee, what's wrong with Trife?"

"It's okay! He suddenly had some stomach aches! ”

Li Lin squatted down and looked at Trife with a look of concern, but in Trife's eyes at this moment, this guy was a demon!

"I may not have a ball to play in the future, but you are different, I don't think you want to hear the news of your racism tomorrow!"

In Li Lin's gentle tone, the threat was like a blade, as if it was about to pierce Trife's face.

I saw that Trife, who had been showing off his might before, was full of horror on his face at this time, and he shook his head again and again.

At this time, Warren motioned for the players to return to the bench, so Li Lin "helped" Trife back to the bench seat.

"What's wrong with Trife, Lee?"

Warren's eyes hardened, and his eyes kept wandering between the two.

"Coach, Trife's stomach is uncomfortable, just rest for a while!"

"Really?" Warren looked thoughtfully at Trife, who was nodding his head again and again, and nodded slowly.

How did he know that Trife was already frightened at this time, he never thought that Li Lin would dare to do it during the game, as the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, although there is no such proverb in Britain, but Trife also understands this truth. It's just that this guy is crazy now, and he is not afraid of anything, and there is nothing to be afraid of, so it is better not to provoke him.

"Alright, get ready to play, Lee, go up and play the striker!"

Warren didn't explain anything, and there was nothing worth explaining, he just gave these players one last chance to play, although he admired Li Lin's diligence, but there was no way, the reality was so cruel, and he regretted this result.