Goal through the crotch, Pannako!

According to the rules (usually, the one with the most goals wins. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but if one side is crossed by the opponent before the end of the game and controls the ball, no matter what the score is, the blocked side immediately loses), the game is over, and Reeves wins.

Success or defeat, the whole stadium is cheering, people are most happy to see the birth of a miracle, the most favorite is the counterattack of the nobody, especially the nobody is still very handsome.

Edward van Giles, this is a resounding name, is the world's most famous street football talent, he is the golden business card of Dutch street football, and his status in the world street football is no less than that of Zidane and Ronaldo in professional football. In this field, he is the legend of undefeated. But today he lost at the feet of a nobody. Although if it was Edward who kicked off first, it was Reeves who lost, but at this moment the fact has come true, just like the upset in a football match, the three points have been lost, and the golden body has been broken.

The boys and girls on the sidelines who knew Edward's identity were crazy, cheering, and uploaded the video they had just recorded to Skyfriends, and the little girl who was questioned by Reeves was the craziest. The adults were more reserved, and it was just an ordinary street soccer game, but it was also applauded enthusiastically.

Edward sat on the smooth floor, shook his head helplessly, he was still careless, he hadn't lost for a long time, and he was facing an unknown junior, and he didn't pay attention to it, so it was normal to lose. Holding Reeves' outstretched hand, Edward stood up and smiled freely, "I lost." ”

"I won, you didn't lose." Reeves knew that he was just taking the lead in the tee-off, and with some luck, he won a fluke, and he probably lost another game.

The opponent simply conceded defeat, which surprised him a little. Respect and respect for the opponent is Reeves's criterion, so he carefully looked at the opponent in front of him, a pure white T-shirt, wearing a white sun hat, tattoos on his arms, a very strong body, but his cheeks are a little thin, his eyebrows are a little light, and he has a kind smile on his face.

Edward smiled heartily, "If you lose, you lose, I can still afford to lose a game of Edward Van Giles, boy, would you like to have a 2v2 with a partner?" ”

Reeves, of course, was willing, ran to the sidelines, explained a few words to Sigrid, and ran to the center of the court to set up the ring.

The two have very different styles, the same movements, the details of the two are very different, and the effect from the outsider's point of view is: one is fancy, the other is practical. But the two have a good sense of the ball, different genres but both have few mistakes.

After the whole game, Xu was born with a tacit understanding, and the two were very harmonious for the first time. Exquisite coordination, gorgeous movements, the courtside is a little hotter than before.

The cheers drew a stop from two men, both dressed in casual attire, who were the heart and aces of the French team who had come to relax after training: Zinedine Zidane and Thierry Henry. The two of them had been wandering in two separate places in the square, and they both heard the cheers from this side, and met when they heard the sound and walked towards this side.

Henry himself is a master of ball football, and he usually goes to the streets to play a few wild balls in his spare time, and he admires Edward on the field even more. "Wow" Seeing Edward's beautiful pull ball, Henry couldn't help but scream, and then whistled again, how can there be a superstar shelf, a live fan.

Zidane was more interested in Reeves, but only watched quietly, as if reading a book in the library.

"That kid is really boring to play, and he is still some kind of street football on his body." Pointing to Reeves, who was stealing with his body, Henry said.

"Don't you think he's a lot like you?" Zidane said slowly, his voice was very low, and the cheers and shouts around him were loud, and Henry finally heard Zidane's words clearly.

"Where it's like me, I play so elegantly." Henry smiled and shook his head, complimenting himself in passing.

"I'm talking about a combination of streetball and practical skills." Zidane pointed to Reeves, who was dribbling the ball.

Zidane said again, "I know him, and he is also your junior brother." ”

"Also?" Henry was puzzled for a while, thought for a moment before saying, "He is also from Clairefontaine?" ”

Zidane nodded, not forgetting to add. "He's broken all the goals you scored in Clayfontine." Zidane had heard Clay Fontaine's mentor talk about this talented boy for a long time, but in fact, their evaluation was more like Ronaldo, a perfect combination of strength and technique. I've heard that some people are content with the status quo and are reluctant to play abroad. Thinking of this, Zidane's eyebrows furrowed.

That's when Reeves made a fancy feint past the defender and kicked the ball into the back of the net to end the game. After bumping into Edward's chest to celebrate, Reeves sat on the sidelines to take a break and wait for the next challenger.

When Reeves turned his head to laugh with Sigrid, he inadvertently noticed Zidane and Zidane watching the game. Suddenly excited, he pulled Edward to the battle.

"When you get out of France, it's not too late for us to play." Zidane declined the invitation, with two considerations, one, the final is coming soon, and it would be bad if he was injured at this time; Second, tactfully persuaded him to go abroad. "France is too small after all, I'll wait for you."

After saying this, he turned and left. Henry followed, waving goodbye as he went.

Reeves listened to Zidane's words, fell into deep thought, and didn't even respond to Henry's wave of goodbye, "Out of France?" Wait for me? "Is this a solicitation or a casual remark? According to the historical trajectory, Zidane will retire after playing the final this year, and only coached Real Madrid's youth team in 2012. Leaving France to play, though? This thought has been circling in my mind since it came to me. I didn't get out of the shadow of my previous life before, I just wanted to play in Lille's hometown team, but now I want to open it, and I want to go out, but it's just ......... Seeing Sigrid on the sidelines, this thought slowly sank again.

After the race, Reeves took Sigrid to a dinner at the Diekmannim Weinhaus Huth restaurant on Potsdamer Platz, a restaurant with German and French flavors, and the trio opened a bottle of German icewine.

"So, you're a professional footballer?" Edward asked, listening to Reeves' introduction.

"Well, play in Lille."

"Wow! No wonder Zidane just let you out of France, it seems that he is very optimistic about you! ”

"Who knows, maybe it's just a casual remark. However, it must be enjoyable to go out and play football and compete with the masters. Speaking of this, Reeves still has some longing.

"I started playing football at the age of four, but I realized that I didn't have an advantage on the pitch, but I didn't want to waste my talent in technique, so at the age of 15 I switched to street football, which was more about individual skills, and traveled the world to become a top player. So, it's important to choose, and if you feel that you have a talent that is hard to come by, you can get out of France when you have the chance, and it's suitable for newcomers, but it's only for newcomers. "Edward was also in favor of Reeves going out and playing.

Reeves just nodded, thanked him for his kindness, and toasted a glass of wine.

Not wanting to continue talking about it, Reeves was about to divert the topic, drank the wine in the glass, and filled it to both of them, when it suddenly occurred to him that he had neglected something before, and he happened to ask at this moment.

"Are you famous?"

Edward had a hurt look on his face, "It's a shame that you still play street football, and you don't even know me." ”

"Usually a person is blind and elusive, and rarely has contact with people in that circle." Reeves smirked.

"I'm Edward Van Giles, three consecutive Nike Pannako World Champions."

"Disrespectful, come, come on, respect our world champion." Reeves pulled Sigrid with a grinning slur.

The meal was a good one, with Reeves exchanging tips on how to play in streetball, and Sigrid enjoying the food, and it was nine o'clock at night when they parted.

It's a lot of gains.

After parting, Reeves and Sigrid continued to wander around Potsdam, where pedestrians were scarce and crowds were gone, and the Berlin Wall stood out at night.

Sigrid took Reeves' hand and walked to the Berlin Wall, which was covered in graffiti, pointed to the group of graffiti on it and said, "Remember what I said when I chased you?" ”

It was a graffiti about love, where girls and boys crossed the Berlin Wall and kissed passionately, the warmth of suffering ignoring the distance between them.

"Remember!" Reeves felt as if he had gone back to that day six years ago.

The childhood sweetheart girl confessed, he said: "You are still young and don't understand love." ”

"I've liked you for as long as I can remember, and I still like you now that I'm eight years old. So I'll still like you when I'm eighteen, I'll still like you when I'm eighty, and I'll always like you like that way. If you like it all the time, it's love. ”

"I don't like anything smaller than me."

"I'm only two years younger than you, and now you're 1.3 times my age, ten years from now, you're 20 years old, I'm 18, you're 1.1 times my age, and so on, in 40 years, you'll be 50 years old, I'll be 48, and you'll be 1.04 times my age, 1.0 times. As long as we are together forever, we are always slowly approaching. Isn't it? ”

"I might like someone else in the future."

"Then I'll rob it, no one has robbed me in school, and it will be the same in the future."

"Okay, girlfriend."

Thinking of this, Reeves showed a rare tenderness on his face, and reached out to rub his girlfriend's head, who was not much shorter than himself.

"Hello! Girlfriend. ”

Sigrid enjoyed Reeves's tenderness very much, took his arm, rested his head on his shoulder, closed those beautiful eyes, and said softly: "You see, now that I'm 14 years old and you're 16, I still like you, and I will continue to like you forever." ”

"Well, so do I." Reeves nodded.

Sigrid opened her eyes and looked at the graffiti on the Berlin Wall, "So, no matter what, I'll like you, no matter what, I'll like you." Anywhere! ”

Reeves knew what Sigrid was thinking, and it was to persuade him to let go of his worries and go abroad to pursue his dreams.

"I like art, Spain, Italy, Germany, England, I will go to it often in the future, you go to other countries, I will accompany you when I have time, and visit the local customs along the way."

When Reeves heard this, he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss it, and Sigrid couldn't say anything more, and greeted him warmly.

The two kissed passionately in the moonlight, like a man and a woman in graffiti on the Berlin wall behind them.