On the evening of his return to Lille, Cabaye hosted a banquet for the squad at a cafeteria in the west of the city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The restaurant was far away from where Reeves lived, and Reeves ran for an hour to arrive, and from a distance, he saw a temporary billboard outside the restaurant where the banquet was held: "Private banquets, no outsiders, except for beautiful women." "Typical Cabaye style.

Reeves was not looking forward to Cabaye's feast, he had been to this restaurant before, and the taste was average, but Cabaye liked it because the waiters here were sexy.

Reeves pushed the door open and found that the man was almost there.

The teammates all brought their female companions, and Reeves greeted them one by one, and found Cabaye in front of the bar who was talking to the waitress, who was very fresh.

"Is your girlfriend back?" Reeves' voice was loud.

One sentence revealed the bottom of Cabaye, so that the beautiful waitress lost her talk and turned to ignore Cabaye.

provoked Cabaye to punch Reeves in the shoulder.

"Are you still my brother? Is there anyone like you who dismantle the stage in person? ”

"Let Lisa know that there will definitely be a quarrel again, I am for the peace of your house."

"If you don't say it, she won't know, you won't be bought by her, right?"

"How is it possible, am I that kind of person?"

"Absolutely! Lisa must have teamed up with Sigrid to let you spy on me. Cabaye pretended to look Reeves up and down seriously, "In World War II, if Sigrid were a German, you would definitely be a traitor." ”

"Am I as bad as you say?"

"Yes, you are a shame to French men, you don't dare to be dashing outside before you get married. Marriage is not allowed to prohibit contact with the opposite sex. ”

"You like wildflowers, I like domestic flowers, you can take care of it, it's okay to pick wildflowers occasionally, but don't transplant wildflowers to your home, after all, you can't adapt to the soil and water, and you won't live long."

"Alright, alright, got it." Cabaye replied perfunctorily.

As soon as Reeves heard it, he knew that Cabaye didn't take his words to heart, but knowing Cabaye's character, it would definitely be useless to continue persuading, so he simply didn't waste his saliva.

"Asked you to call Kluivert, did you call?" Reeves looked down the hall and couldn't find Kluivert.

"You sponsored my banquet, how could I not get things done." Cabaye patted his chest, "I called last night to let me know, and he promised to come over today." Maybe something is delayed. ”

Cabaye didn't have Kluivert on his guest list, and Reeves felt that this was inappropriate, and everyone in the team, Cabaye, had a banquet, including the well-connected reserve players, except for Kluivert, who was also an official first-team member, even if it was good. So Reeves asked Cabaye to bring Kluivert, and Cabaye squirmed at first and disagreed, until Reeves agreed to pay for his feast, but Cabaye's cheerful expression when he finally agreed made Reeves suspect that he had been planning for a long time.

"Anyway, I must have made the call, I can't care if he comes, and you asked me to invite him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't come, you are responsible for entertaining when he comes, and you also know the attitude of the people in the team towards him, and no one will pay attention to him at that time."

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me, you can go as busy." As he spoke, Kluivert pushed the door open and walked in.

Kluivert was dressed very formally, with a straight suit, and seemed to take the banquet very seriously.

Reeves got up and greeted him.

"Hi, Patrick."

"I'm sorry, it's only here now, I haven't been to this restaurant, I don't know the way, so it's delayed."

"It's okay, the banquet hasn't started yet, you're here alone?"

"Well, I've been single since Coren left me with the kids."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, there's nothing taboo, I've seen it a long time ago."

"Want to have a drink? Today's arrangements are in a hurry, and the meals in the restaurant are not ready yet. ”

"Juice, soda, I quit alcohol."

"It's a good choice, waiter, for two glasses of orange juice." Reeves pulled Kluivert to the other side of the bar and sat down.

"It's been two weeks since I've been in Lille, are you adapting? The living environment here is very different from that of the Netherlands. ”

"After playing football for so many years, changing a lot of teams, going to a lot of places, how can you not be adapted. It's just that the road is not very familiar, so it would be good to walk more in the future. ”

Reeves is not a talkative person, there is no topic when he talks, and the atmosphere is about to turn cold, but fortunately, Kluivert took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"Congratulations on winning yesterday, I watched the whole game at home." Kluivert raised his glass, which was freshly squeezed orange juice from the waiter.

"No, no, you're one of us, and you should say celebrate our win." Reeves gestured to himself and Kluivert, then to the other teammates in the hall.

"Well, you're right, we won, toast to our victory, congratulations on scoring two goals by the way."

"Thank you." After a glass and a sip of orange juice, Reeves continued, "Actually, if you keep training as you are, you can score goals in the Champions League. ”

"Maybe, Champions League," Kluivert thought of his former Champions League journey, "I scored 29 goals in 71 appearances in eight Champions League games, I remember very well, you say that I am not old, only those who are about to retire will worry about these statistics. ”

'It shows that you still care, you still want to play in the Champions League, you want to score goals in the Champions League.

"You're right, I do care, my rise to fame started in the Champions League and I want to make my mark in the Champions League at the end of my career."

"But if you want to use the Champions League goal as a curtain call, you have to integrate into the team first." Reeves looked directly into Kluivert's deep eyes, Reeves talked about Kluivert when chatting with Puel some time ago, knowing that he wanted to change his mind now, Reeves wanted to help him, so Cabaye invited him. "I know you're already changing yourself, so I'm willing to accept you, but others are hindered by rumors and only know you in the past, and don't know that you are already changing yourself now, so you will inevitably be a little distant, so you need to let everyone know that you are changing, so that you can integrate into the team."

Kluivert pondered for a moment before nodding, "You're right. ”

He knew what Reeves meant, although he was already making changes, training was very active, and his life was very disciplined, but the old impression of himself made them unable to see this, and it was time to make a statement, so that everyone would pay attention to his training and life, and would believe in his determination to change, and would accept him.

Kluivert borrowed a microphone from the waiter.

"Borrow a few minutes." After everyone's attention was drawn to this side, Kluivert continued, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I take this opportunity today to talk about my past, present and future, maybe a little cliché, but I think the inner monologue of a down-and-out star is still somewhat appealing, and it should be a fun show for a banquet." ”

Kluivert's self-deprecation makes everyone want to listen, and the superstar's inner monologue is hard to come by.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Patrick Kluivert, born on 1 July 1976 in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, and I have played for Ajax, AC Milan, Barcelona, Newcastle, Valencia and PSV Eindhoven. He now plays for Lille. ”

"I used to enjoy football and enjoy the joy of football, but since those two things happened, I seem to be tired of football. Like every empty young man, I was obsessed with nightclubs, bars, beautiful women...... I feel that only in this way can I forget the pain. I know a lot of people want to help me, my teammates, coaches, friends, my wife...... But the experience of being discriminated against because of the color of my skin since I was a child, and being insulted and abused for making mistakes when I grew up made me close my heart: I don't trust anyone, I just want to live my life, even if it is not as good as it seems. ”

"Everyone knows what happened after that, the depraved life made me suffer from off-field vices that all football players should not have, and it also made me farther and farther away from football. My poor health and declining form made me swept away by Barcelona and kept me out of the national team. ”

"Not only did my football career, but my marriage also failed, my wife left me with my three children, and when I divorced, I was devastated by the relief in my children's eyes. What does a child go through to see it as a relief to leave his father?

At this time, I faced up to what I had done over the years, drinking, fighting, cheating, and I found myself the kind of person I used to hate the most, and I found myself playing a dishonorable role in the growth of my children, and when my children needed role models, I was falling, and not being able to make him proud of me was the thing I was most ashamed of.

I knew I had to make a change.

I'm no longer young, I can't fall anymore.

But my mistakes had reached the point where I had to take the consequences, and towards the end of the summer, I found that I had no ball to play, no team wanted to accept me, I was desperate, I thought about suicide because I had nothing left.

Thankfully, before the transfer window closed, Lille accepted me.

So I came to Lille with gratitude.

Thank you Lille for giving me the opportunity to keep playing.

I will change myself.

I'm going to play with my own efforts.

Because I'm going to keep scoring,

I'm going to go back to the national team and wear the orange shirt.

I'm going to make my kids proud of me.

Having said all this, I don't want to win sympathy, but I want everyone to get to know me again.

My name is Patrick Kluivert, I'm a player, I'm 29 years old, and I play for Lille. ”

As soon as the words fell, the hall burst into warm applause.

Welcome to the applause of the prodigal son's return.