"Well, you've learned how to use the wine measuring system, now it's time to teach you how to mix wine. The first is the blanking, the blanking procedure should follow the principle of auxiliary materials first, then the main materials, so that if something goes wrong in the modulation process, the loss will not be too large, and the ice will not melt quickly. When pouring wine, leave one-eighth of the depth of the glass from the rim. Too much will cause some difficulty for people to drink, and too little will be very embarrassing. If the alcohol is made hot, the temperature should not exceed 78°C, as the evaporation point of the alcohol is 78°C. The milk, eggs, juice and other ingredients used in the bartending should be fresh, especially the ice cubes, which should be as fresh as possible. Fresh ice cubes have a hard texture and do not melt easily. Sugar cubes and powdered sugar used in bartending should first be dissolved in a shaker or glass with a small amount of water, and then other ingredients should be added. In mixology, the phrase 'top up with sparkling water or mineral water' is for a glass of the right volume, and then the soda or other beverage is topped up according to the recipe. For wine glasses with a larger capacity, you need to know how much to add, and blindly "filling up" will only make the wine lighter. If you want to dilute alcohol with a high alcohol content, you need to add drinking water, which is called chasing water. Then you remember that when making syrup, the ratio of powdered sugar to water is 3:1. The egg whites used in cocktails are used to increase the foam and color of the wine, and have no effect on the taste of the wine. That's pretty much it, mixology can be divided into oscillation and stirring. The oscillation method is the most common and simple way to make a cocktail, which involves placing the ingredients and ingredients and ice cubes in a shaker pot and shaking it back and forth vigorously to mix it thoroughly. It removes the pungency of the sake and makes it mild and smooth in the mouth. You try it. After the bartender in the tavern had finished talking so much, he pushed a set of tools to Anke and let Anke try it himself. Anke did as he was told, but the bartender frowned, "No, it's not like that. Bartending is an art, and you don't just think of it as getting the job done. When shaking, the speed should be fast and rhythmic, and the sound of shaking will be good. I'm going to show you. ”

As he spoke, the bartender measured the prepared ingredients into the correct amount in a measuring cup and poured them into an open shaker. Then use an ice gripper to pick up the ice cubes and put them in the shaker. After covering the shaker, hold the shaker pot with the thumb of the right hand against the upper index finger and little finger, support the shaker pot with the middle finger and ring finger, hold the bottom index finger and little finger of the shaker pot with the ring finger and middle finger of the left hand, and clamp the shaker pot with the thumb. The bartender then holds the shaker in both hands, raises the back of his hand to his shoulder, and swings it back and forth with his wrist. The speed of shaking is very fast, and after shaking back and forth about ten times, it is then rocked back and forth in a horizontal manner about ten times. Finally, he put the sherk pot on the platform and said to Anke, "Just follow my demonstration, this is the easiest way, and you will feel much easier when you master this." I see that your eyes and hands are very flexible, and you are a bartender. The bartender patted Anke and turned to get his hands dirty.

Anke started practicing oscillation alone behind the bar. Some time ago, he became interested in the chic bartending, so he begged the bartender in the tavern to teach him every day. But don't think that Anke wants to make a living from this craft, he just thinks that his chic bartending can attract many beautiful women who like romance. Bartending is just a means he uses to pick up girls, in the end, he is still a big pervert with a height of 1.90 meters.

When Anke was practicing his ground strength, the appearance of a person almost caused him to throw the snow pot away, but fortunately, his second reaction was very fast, and he reached out and grabbed the snow pot in mid-air. "Yummy!" A tall girl applauded Anke, like watching a wonderful juggling.

Anke didn't get carried away because he was a girl praising him, but sighed a little helplessly: "Why are you here again, Lin Jia?" ”

"What? Not welcome me? The girl named Lin Jia asked Anke on the bar, and her plump breasts were almost visible through the low-cut T-shirt.

An Ke glanced at the touch of "Chunguang", and secretly swallowed and foamed: "No, there are many people here, you dress like this......" He didn't say the latter words. Lin Jia and he were classmates, and the two went to the same language school and were in the same class. Recently, Lin Jia often came to the tavern where Anke worked, looking for various reasons to talk to him. Anke is not a fool, he knows what Lin Jia means, but he doesn't mean that. Although Lin Jia has a good figure, with a height of 1.74 meters, she can go to be a model when she protrudes forward and backwards. But Anke thinks that she looks too ordinary, and her facial features are upright, but she is not very beautiful. Of course, the most important thing is that Anke always compares Sophie with Lin Jia.

Anke didn't want Lin Jia to misunderstand, so he kept acting cold. This time was no exception, there happened to be a table of guests asking for wine, Anke found an excuse to leave the bar, leaving Lin Jia there alone. It's strange to say, Anke himself doesn't know why he is so cold to Lin Jia, although she is not a beauty, but according to Anke's previous "two whatevers" principle of "all women should not let go, and all beauties cannot be let go", he should not let go of Lin Jia, the lamb he sent to the door? Why exactly? Let Anke, a big pervert, have no hope when he sees Lin Jia?

Until Anke got off work, he didn't see Lin Jia in the tavern again. But when he said goodbye to the tavern guys and pushed open the door, he found a man sitting on the steps outside, with a slender back, short spiritual hair, and the revealing T-shirt and skinny jeans.

"You're not gone yet, are you?" Anke looked at the watch on his wrist, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Lin Jia turned around and saw that it was Anke, and stood up with a smile: "Are you off work?" ”

"Hmm." Anke nodded, and then walked straight down the steps, and Lin Jia hurriedly followed, but she was also a little self-aware, and always kept a distance of about two meters from Anke. In this way, the two walked one after the other, walking in the night of Dortmund. The breeze was light, and there were no words along the way.

When she was about to arrive at the apartment, Anke met a group of classmates from the school. Anke knew a few of them because she often saw them playing football together. Just because of football, he paid more attention to the other party. And the other party also knows Anke, among international students, he is so tall, he attracts attention everywhere he goes.

"Hey! Anke, Lin Jia! ”

"Hello!"

After greeting him, the other party went straight to the point: "Anke, we have a game this weekend, but ......" The leader should be the captain, he looked back at the people behind him, "We don't have enough manpower, and the few people who should have come can't come for a while." I'd like to ask you a favor, we only have one spot and no one at the moment, and the others are barely enough to play. You should be able to be this tall, right? ”

"Where are you missing?" Anke asked reflexively.

"Goalkeeper." The other party replied.

Anke was stunned, the other party thought he was still hesitating, "Actually, you don't need to be able to kick the ball, you just need to catch the football with your hand when the opponent shoots." I look at your height, and when you stand in front of the door, you can absolutely shock the other party. ”

"But I ......"

"Please! Brother, to tell you the truth, this is a big event! There will be a lot of people going to see it then. We're playing against Borussia Dortmund's three! You're not going to watch us being flooded by the Germans when no one is guarding the goal, are you? Even if it is to win glory for the country and fight for us Chinese, we should help this! ”

Lin Jia looked at the other party, and then looked at the silent Anke, she didn't understand football, and she didn't know what to say.

"Are you really not going to play anymore?" Zhang Jun asked himself this at the train station, and he waved his hand very casually, turned around and got on the train. But the moment he turned around, he almost cried. Fellows who also played in high school, why they can become the new icons of domestic football in the Netherlands. And I want to work in a bar to make money and subsidize it?

Why are people's circumstances so different?

The captain was a little discouraged, he said for a long time, but the other party didn't even react. He was about to leave, but Anke stopped him.

"Well, I promise you."

The captain was stunned for a moment, and then happily hugged Anke: "Haha! That's great! Now you don't have to give up the game! Do you know how rare it is for us to play against Borussia Dortmund? However, it is really funny that he is in his early 1.7 meters and holds the 1.9 meter Anke.

Bidding farewell to his over-enthusiastic compatriots, Anke returned to his room, and as soon as he entered, he saw the football lying quietly in the corner.

"This football is given to you, even if you don't make a living from football, you still touch it more or less, so that when we have the opportunity to play together in the future, you will pick up the ball from the goal every time."

"Are you really not going to play anymore?"

"I don't know."

Anke leaned over and grabbed the football with one palm, and looked at it carefully, it was just an ordinary football.

"Anke, we are short of people, can you do me a favor?"

Anke threw the ball at the wall. "Bang!" The soccer ball hit the wall and bounced back, he folded his elbows, shoveled his palms into his arms, and then lowered his head and jaw, locking the ball firmly in his arms.

The weather was good in Dortmund today, and Anke went out early. The football stadium is very close to here, and it is only about a fifteen-minute walk. He didn't take anything but himself. Anyway, which captain was ready for him from jersey to gloves.

Today is a social event between the Chinese in Dortmund and the local political axe, and there will be many rich and wonderful programs carried out all over the city. What "Chinese Snacks Exhibition", "Chinese Folk Customs Exhibition", Peking Opera Performances, Lion and Dragon Dances...... And then there's the game that Anke participated in. The team composed entirely of international students representing the Chinese, and their opponents were Borussia Dortmund three.

The competition venue is in a small park, which is actually a green space with fitness, entertainment and leisure spreading out around the center of the football field. The grass on the football field is sparse, and there is a row of four-story simple stands on each side. Football stadiums like this are ubiquitous in Germany and are free and open to the public. They are the foundation of the foundation of German football, and it is precisely because of so many free stadiums that amateur football has also flourished, the mass base has been guaranteed, and the level of professional football in the superstructure is naturally high. It's a cycle of good surnames.

There are already all kinds of stalls around the stadium, both Chinese and German, selling their crafts to visitors.

A group of ten members of the Chinese team had already arrived at the court first and began to warm up. It is said that it represents the Chinese in the Dortmund area, but there is not even a substitute. Anke shook her head, then stepped onto the field.

When the captain saw Anke coming as promised, he hurriedly beckoned to him: "Here! Here! When Anke arrived, he handed Anke a bag, "Inside are jerseys and sneakers, as well as gloves." The sneakers are a bit small, and your number is not easy to find. Hehe, let's just take a moment. There's a toilet over there, so go change it out. ”

Anke stomped her foot, and the cleats and the ground made a crisp sound, which I hadn't heard in a long time, and it felt so kind. He looked up at himself in the mirror again, dressed in a gray-blue goalkeeper outfit, with vertical stripes on it to make him stand tall. Anke stood in front of the mirror for a long time, changing several postures, and looking at it carefully. Front, side, semi-side, lean, left, right...... It wasn't until there was a squeak and someone came in that he lowered his head and straightened his clothes and went out.

When he came out, the opponent had already come. Wearing the uniform yellow and black jacket of the Dortmund Club with a huge "BVB" logo on it, which is short for Dortmund. The opponent is indeed Dortmund. Even if you participate in such an entertainment competition, it is a unified action and uniformity. Worthy of the Germans.

The captain went up to greet them, which can be regarded as a manifestation of "friendship first". However, the other party did not react much except for the coach who was a little enthusiastic. It is no wonder that this game was given to them by the municipal axe, not voluntary, and the opponent is a ragtag army, and the strength is too weak. It's also normal for them to be uninterested.

It was a simple warm-up, and Anke just hugged a few painless "return passes" from his teammates - they called it shooting.

The crowd of onlookers increased, but most of them were local Chinese. The collective sense of honor and national pride of the Chinese led them to gather in a foreign country for some Chinese activities. There are very few Germans, and they prefer to taste Chinese snacks, or go to fancy lion dance performances, and listen to Yiyiya's Peking Opera, which is Chinese characteristics. Football? Do Chinese play football?

Anke was a little nervous, after all, he hadn't played for more than two years, and the opponent was still at the level of a professional team. Borussia Dortmund 3 put on the arrogant German stance from the start, controlling the ball on the pitch and then mobilizing the Chinese players through passes, which felt like monkeys. It's been five minutes since the opening game, but the Chinese team hasn't even touched the ball once. The other party doesn't plan to shoot, they are like a cat that has caught a mouse, and they must play enough before they do it. But the Chinese audience outside the stadium still shouted hard, and many of them couldn't even understand football at all!

Lin Jia was also sitting in the stands, she didn't dare to let Anke know, for fear of affecting Anke's mood in the game.

In the sixth minute of the first half, Dortmund shot first, Anke leaned over to receive the ball, but the ball bounced out of his chest and got out of his hands! The opposing striker cleverly shoots into the net!

The Chinese team fell behind 0-1, and the striker after the goal did not even celebrate, but walked back slowly, and his teammates did not come up to congratulate, as if everything was as it should be.

There was a burst of boos from the audience, but the boos were quickly drowned out by the cheers of the Chinese.

The players of the Chinese team looked at the ball in the goal with some helplessness, they knew that they would lose, but they didn't expect the opponent to score on the first attack. Sure enough, it was someone who was temporarily brought in, and he played a cameo role...... Shiro is so big.

Anke fell to her knees, staring blankly at the soccer ball behind her. Zhang Jun's words sounded again: "Lest when we have the opportunity to play together in the future, you will pick up the ball from the goal every time." ”

Every time I pick up the ball from the goal......

Do you still play, Anke?

Looking at the indifferent expressions of his teammates and the disdainful eyes of his opponents, Anke heard a crackling sound somewhere in his heart, the sound of a flame that had cooled for two years and rekindled. He got up and grabbed the ball inside the goal, then kicked it towards the center circle. The captain waved at him there: "Don't take it personally, do your best!" ”

What a beautiful comforting word, do your best, huh!

Dortmund are still attacking in the idle arena, and many times they play a little more surname, or play a little more seriously, such as a pass, a heel pass. The Chinese team is still at a loss.

In the 14th minute, after a series of beautiful passes, the German was hit by a powerful volley from the striker who had just scored in the penalty area. This time, he didn't score again, and Anke suddenly made a beautiful side pounce and knocked the ball out of the bottom line!

Wow! Pretty! The Chinese audience shouted, and no one would believe that Anke could save the ball.

Anke stood up, patted the dust off his body, and squinted at the German kid who shot the goal, and the meaning couldn't be clearer: "You want to score?" No way! ”

The corner kick came in, and it was Anke again, who took the ball straight out of the air before everyone else. Then he held the ball, looked around at the stunned opponents and teammates around him, looked at their expressions, Anke sneered, and then threw the ball forward vigorously.

In fact, since then, the three teams have not scored again.

Anke knelt on one knee, shoveled with both hands, bent his elbow and closed his chin, leaned forward, and held the football firmly in his arms.

It was Anke again, but the opponent's volley from outside the penalty area made him grab it directly with both hands and press it to the ground.

Dortmund began to get a little impatient, because they found that they couldn't break through the Chinese's ten fingers no matter what. The defender presses, crosses from the wing, and shoots from distance in the middle...... But another twenty minutes passed, and the score on the scoreboard remained unchanged.

Lin Jia was surprised by Anke's change, and she didn't understand why a person who "didn't understand football" could have such a wonderful performance. But the woman's instinct told her that there must be a story behind Anke.

A long pass from the midfielder starts with a striker. But Anke is even faster than him! Anke abandons the door and rushes towards the football! He approached the ball before the opposing striker, who was surprised to find an Oriental face smiling at him, and then lost his weight and fell to the ground, which had been grasped by the goalkeeper.

"Captain! To the right! Run to their right! Anke shouted loudly in Chinese, and then a big foot drove the ball to the place he said.

The captain really received the ball on the right, after all, he is the captain, and his skill is to be a cut above his teammates. He stopped the ball steadily, Dortmund's full-back assisted and didn't come back yet, single-handedly! Even professional goalkeepers don't have many ways to face this kind of one-shot ball, not to mention that the opponent is only half a professional goalkeeper.

The captain volleyed hard, the ball was saved by the goalkeeper and still flew into the goal! The Chinese equalized the score! The goal lasted only eleven seconds, a typical quick counter-attack by the goalkeeper at the back!

After the goal, the captain excitedly ran back to the backfield, shook off all his teammates who wanted to come up and hug him, and then hugged Anke. They finally gave the arrogant German a resounding slap in the face, and Anco was indispensable, as he keenly spotted the opposition right-back's frequent assists and did not return to the defense, leaving a large area of space behind him, and then used his own opportunity to take advantage of it.

The Chinese audience outside the stadium was boiling, waving the five-star red flag in their hands and cheering loudly for the team. Although it was just an ordinary friendly game, they were just as committed as the Chinese players on the field. Anke looked at the audience outside the stadium, and really didn't expect that he would represent a Chinese competition in a foreign country.

China...... He looked down at the five-star red flag on his chest.

Anke made a sideways pounce and pressed the opponent's shot firmly to the ground. There was another cheer from the sidelines.

"Keep an eye on people! Don't let them get up on their feet! Anke shouted, and he began to command the back, like a qualified goalkeeper.

"Hey, Captain, do you think he really can't play?" One of the team members asked the captain next to him.

"Where do I know, don't think so much, play football! Ho ho! The captain laughed.

Until the end of the game, the score did not change again, and the two sides finally drew 1:1. Anke naturally became the hero of the game, and he was lifted up and thrown into the sky by his teammates, cheering loudly. How difficult it is to be able to draw with Dortmund's three teams!

"Go wow! Let's eat, I'm in for a treat! The captain raised his arms, everyone shouted long live, and then a group of people hugged Anke and walked out of the field.

Anke turned his head and found a familiar figure, Lin Jia was standing in the stands and smiling at him.

Forcing a draw against a strong opponent gave him a full meal, but other than that, life didn't change much. He took off his jersey, took off his gloves, continued to practice bartending in the tavern, continued to whistle to the beautiful women who passed by, continued to study, only in the evening when he returned to his apartment, he would practice catching the ball by himself facing the wall, constantly throwing the football against the wall, catching, throwing, catching......

The captain often asks him to play and the captain has now fired the original goalkeeper. As long as he is free, Anke will not refuse. And Lin Jia will also watch every game, at first she was secretive, and then she simply asked Anke openly what time the weekend's game would start. Anke was still indifferent to Lin Jia.

The peaceful life rippled a little because of Reinberg's visit.

Reinberg is the manager of Dortmund's three teams, and in the last Sino-German friendly match he saw with his own eyes on the sidelines how the tall Chinese blocked his team's every shot on goal again and again. With a height of 1.9 meters and such agility, do you believe that he is just a guy who "stands in front of the goal for the first time"? He inquired about that sentence from the captain of the other party.

Reinberg, who has been developing young players for a decade, was thrilled with his discovery. This boy, who is called "Anke" by his own companions, is a genius if he has not received any training! Even though he had been trained, he was not surprised. Anke still has room to rise, but only if he's no longer content to go to the free court every weekend to play amateur games.

"This is your work?" Reinberg shook the "Scorpio Palace" in his hand, and the tall wine glass was filled with golden liquor, with a few slices of lemons and cherries on top. This liquor is as dangerous as its name suggests, as it tastes great to drink, but by the time you find out you're wrong, you're pretty drunk.

"No, it should be homework, sir." Anke replied politely, and the boss always reminded them to be polite to their guests.

"Nice job...... Is it because of bartending that your hands are flexible? ”

Anke looked at his hands and shook his head, "Not exactly, sir. ”

"Well, okay. Tell me if you've guarded the door before? I mean before the game with us. Reinberg put the "Scorpio Palace" on the table, and he didn't drink alcohol, except for a small amount of beer. This beautiful cocktail is just an excuse to talk to Anke.

Anke was silent for a moment before nodding and replying, "Yes, I did, sir." I used to be the main goalkeeper for the school team. "He's very proud to know who has played with him, the Brazilian five-time champion, Volendamu's top scorer and assists.

Reinberg's eyes began to glow: "Then why don't you continue to play now?" ”

"Kick, I'm going to ...... every weekend"

"I mean, why don't you try to become a professional footballer?"

Anke was stunned, the person in front of him asked him to play a professional game, are you kidding? He was just an ordinary international student who worked in a tavern to earn money and then went to school to continue his studies. Professional competition? He has been in Germany for two years and has not even seen a professional league. He didn't even know where the gates of the Westphalen Stadium in Dortmund were heading.

Reinberg thinks that "professional footballers" are alluring to every teenager who loves football. The Chinese teenager in front of him will definitely not be an exception. Who wouldn't want to be a professional footballer? Who wouldn't want to be famous? Who wouldn't want to be a big star? Who......

"I'm sorry, I'm satisfied with what I'm doing now, sir. As long as I can continue to play, I don't care if it's amateur or professional. What made Anke make this decision was the words of his parents when they sent him to Germany: "Anke, study hard!" Come back and look for a job, we can't do it, it's up to you! "Children are, in a sense, the continuation of their parents' dreams and lives, so parents always pin their hopes on their children. Anke's parents are no exception, he Anke came to Germany to study gilding, not to play professional football.

"Are you sure?" Reinberg looked at Anke with wide eyes, and he saw Anke nodding: "Sir, what more wine do you want?" ”

Reinberg put a piece of money in front of Anke, "Your wine is very good, but it's just used to shake the bottle, it's a pity for those hands." He turned and walked out of the tavern in regret.

Lin Jia, who had been sitting in the distance, leaned in, "What did that bearded man say to you?" But she found that Anke didn't say a word, just looked at her hands in a daze.

In the weekend's game, Anke surprised everyone, conceding four goals in a row, which was almost the same as he had before. Because he always comes to play, he is already well-known in this amateur team, so even the opponent who scored his goal can't understand what happened to this big Chinese. After the game, the captain went to ask Lin Jia, who was always with Anke, what was wrong with Anke? But Lin Jia didn't know either.

No one knows what Anke is thinking.

There were no lights in the room, and Anke sat on the edge of the bed with the help of the light from the street lamp outside the window. In his hand was the football given to him by Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan are now in the limelight in the Netherlands and have gradually become idols in the hearts of fans in China. Even the international students in Dortmund mentioned Zhang and Yang with reverence. Kaka has already lifted the World Cup with his own hands and achieved a dream that many people have never been able to achieve in their lifetime.

Why is there such a big gap? I really envy Ren Yudi's kid, at least his body is not good, which can make him completely lose his heart to play. And what about yourself? Have a healthy body, but you can't vent your heart's desires.

Before meeting Zhang Jun and them, Anke had always been very self-confident of herself, whether it was football or chasing girlfriends. But in football, he couldn't stop Zhang Jun's shot, and he was too far behind at the beginning in the competition for his beloved girls. Now Zhang Jun and Sophie are actually engaged!

When he heard the news in that small restaurant in the Netherlands, how panicked he was, and that exclamation was definitely not for the sake of being funny and livening up the atmosphere. Now that I think about it again, the fear is no longer there, but the sadness is endless.

Sophie's smile, Sophie's voice, Sophie's hug, and Sophie's ...... He held up his wrist and wore a white bracelet with his English name and former jersey number "1" on it, which Sophie had sent in last month. She is still so considerate and so attentive. But now Anke is no longer the silly boy who was excited about a towel handed over to Sophie.

She's so nice to anyone?

Zhang Jun is his friend, and Sophie is his beloved girl. On one side is friendship, and on the other side is love. But Anke couldn't appreciate Zheng Zhongji's "Dilemma", because from this game, he was doomed to be a loser.

Anke, do you still play football?

Lest you always pick up the ball from inside the goal when we have the chance to play together in the future.

It's a pity for your hands.

You don't know, Zhang Jun is already engaged to Sophie......

……

Fuck it!

Anke slammed the soccer ball in his hand against the opposite wall, "Bang! With a bang, the ball bounced back, but it hit Anke in the face impartially. The football fell to the ground and kept bouncing, as if to laugh at him: You stupid big guy!

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