Night, Violet Bar.

A group of drinkers chatted loudly with beer glasses in their hands. The TV on the wall was showing a Major League Soccer game against the New York Red Bulls and the Chicago Fire, the only professional teams in the region.

The score was 1-1 in the 89th minute, with the New York Red Bulls leading the way in the first half through striker Cahill's header, but in the ensuing game, the Chicago Fire took complete control and equalised in the second half.

If it weren't for the home team's poor goalscoring luck, Red Bull would have fallen behind by a large margin by this time.

In the final stage of the game, the New York Red Bulls were also in constant danger in front of the goal, and the opponent's crazy attack made almost everyone feel that the Red Bulls seemed to be breached in the next second.

However, the New York Red Bulls were really lucky today, as Chicago's last shot hit the post before the break, and the Red Bulls escaped and were able to escape with one point from a draw.

The result was very upset for the bar's drinkers - either you would win me pretty, or you would lose me. Although I didn't lose like this, I really look like a group of girls!

"This group of drinks is really unreliable, they kick like a bunch of ****!"

"As I said earlier, it's much better to watch rugby than to watch this thing. At least our state's football team is a strong team in the United States! It's like the New York Red Bull, and it's so beaten that you can't find the north! ”

"No, didn't they play well last weekend against Stevenson? And scored six goals! ”

"Idiot! Can this be the same? What team is Stevenson University? And what kind of team is Chicago Fire? Is it okay if the two are not on the same level at all? ”

"That's right, Stevenson is a bunch of amateur student players! …… Hey, Qin, don't look at me, I'm not talking about you, you're different from them, you even scored a goal......"

The drinkers gathered and shouted loudly, each wanting to express their opinions, as if they were professionals in football – and of course, their "professional opinions" could be summed up in one sentence: the New York Red Bulls were a herd of pigs.

Qin Shou was a little bored lying on the bar. He lost interest in this game after watching it for a while, and since the New York Red Bulls had nothing to do with him, he naturally lacked interest in following his game; Second, as the drinkers said, the performance of the Red Bull team in this game can only be described as terrible, the cooperation is not tacit, the attack is not organized, and they want to use the individual ability of the star to find scoring opportunities, but they fall into the quagmire of the opponent. And his own defense is full of holes.

As for the international superstar Thierry, whom the New York Red Bulls have spent a lot of money on this season. Henry, who was taken care of by the Chicago Fire, almost never had the opportunity to show his face.

So after just watching it for ten minutes, Qin Shou didn't bother to pay attention, and at the same time came to a conclusion: The New York Red Bulls basically have no hope of winning this game.

As he expected, the New York Red Bulls were lucky enough to get a draw.

"Qin, what do you think?"

The drinkers were chatting happily, and while they were talking, someone raised a wine glass to lead the topic to Qin Shou.

"What?"

Qin Shou, who was suddenly named, didn't react a little, and asked in a daze.

"Hah, we're talking about whether the New York Red Bulls won't even make the playoffs this year. Anyway, I think it's very suspenseful, as long as they play like this, there is probably no hope of entering the playoffs. A bearded man said.

Major League Soccer is very different from the European League, with a strong American color, the European league is a cross-year season, while the American soccer league is somewhat similar to the NBA, the cycle is only one year, and there are regular leagues and playoffs.

"No interest, no attention, no fun."

Qin Shou glanced at the bearded man, replied a little listlessly, and then lay on the bar counter and pretended to sleep.

"Hey, Qin, you can't say that. You know, the New York Red Bulls abused you badly last weekend, but they played so badly against other teams, doesn't that mean you're worse? ”

The bearded man said something again, which caused the surrounding drinkers to burst into laughter.

"Hey, I said bearded, aren't you talking nonsense? Isn't Qin's team even worse? Ha ha! ”

"Haha, although the Stevenson University team is very amateur, our Qin is still very powerful. If you want me to say, if Qin is in the New York Red Bulls, maybe the opponent's offense won't be able to play. ”

"That's right, Qin's defense is really speechless, so what is the name of the French black boy...... Anyway, that guy won't be entangled by our Qin and lose his temper! ”

"Also, also, Qin Ke scored a goal! That header, that height, that power, ha, domineering! ”

The topic came to last weekend's friendly game, and the more everyone talked, the more excited they became, and some people even imitated Qin Shou's action of jumping up on the ground and shaking his head to attack the goal, and then a group of people dragged out the tone with "GOAL~~", and there was a ghost crying wolf.

Seeing everyone laughing and making a fuss, Qin Shou also smiled, and didn't care that everyone made fun of him, changed a glass of beer for a few drinkers, and then lay on the bar again.

"Give me another tie too."

Qin Shou looked up and saw Old Carl standing outside the bar, looking at him with a smile, and raising the empty beer glass in his hand.

Qin Shou nodded, took the wine glass, placed the wine glass under the switch of the wine barrel, swept his right hand, the golden liquid poured out, the liquid collided with the wine glass, the hops splashed, and a layer of milky white foam appeared on the surface, which was very good-looking.

"Wine is a good thing, it can make people happy, but it can also make people forget unhappy." Old Carl looked at the splashes of hops and white foam, and sighed thoughtlessly, seeing Qin Shou looking at him suspiciously, he smiled to himself again, and changed the topic, "Qin, you don't seem to be in a good mood lately." What's upset, or tired? ”

As Qin Shou's boss, Old Carl knows Qin Shou's situation very well. He knew that Qin Shou was working several jobs at the same time while going to school, which was also one of the reasons why he admired Qin Shou - in a foreign country, it took great courage to complete his studies and support himself with his own hands. What's even more rare is that no matter how difficult life is, Qin Shou is still optimistic and positive.

Therefore, Old Carl trusted Qin Shou very much, and was very relieved to hand over the Violet Bar to Qin Shou to take care of. He believes that a person with such tenacity will eventually have success, and no matter what he will do in the future, his perseverance will make him unique.

Qin Shou shook his head and did not answer.

Although he usually fights with old Carl, the relationship between the two is extremely close, and Qin Shou respects this old man who has helped him a lot when he first came to the United States. At the same time, he also knew very well that as long as he opened his mouth, Old Carl would definitely spare no effort to help him, but he still wanted to use his own hands to earn his tuition for the next academic year.

He owes enough, and if he can do it, he will try to do it.

This is Qin Shou's persistence, his stubbornness.

"All right, stubborn boy."

Old Carl knew Qin Shou's character very well, so he didn't say much, just smiled, and took the wine glass that Qin Shou handed over that had been refilled with beer.

It was only an occasional glance, but it made old Carl a little stunned, and then pointed to a stack of newspapers in the bar and smiled: "You still have this thing." ”

It's been a week since the match against the New York Red Bulls, and although it was only a friendly match, it still received a lot of attention in the local area, and many local media also covered the match.

The show-off game was praised by the local media after the game, which naturally focused on the New York Red Bulls, who won by a big score, and in order to attract the public, the media coverage was full of praise for football and the New York Red Bulls, and highlighted several stars who played well in the game.

As for the Stevenson University team, they were completely reduced to a foil. Although they cashed in in the second half, who made them lose the game by a big score? People only focus on who is the winner, and as for the process, it is often forgotten.

Of course, it's not entirely unmentioned. For example, the New Jersey Sports Journal concluded its story by saying that a player scored a header near the end of the game when the New York Red Bulls were slack.

Who is a certain player?

It is estimated that except for the people who watched the game on the spot, no one knows who this "certain player" refers to.

If you haven't watched the game, you will only smile uncaringly after reading this report, thinking that the Stevenson University team scored a balloon.

But in fact, is it really just luck?

In a small corner of the table in the bar, a copy of the New Jersey Sports Newspaper was lying quietly. On top of the newspaper is a small tin box.

"Well, there's some dust on my little vault, I'll find something to wipe it off."

Qin Shou was a little embarrassed, pretending not to care about tearing up the newspaper, picking up the small iron box, and constantly wiping it with the newspaper, but from time to time he looked at Old Carl from the corner of his eye.

And this look is even more embarrassing. Old Carl still looked at him with a smile, as if he had seen through the little secret in his heart.

"Then you have to wipe it down well, your little vault can't be covered with a little dust!"

Old Karl didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, grinned meaningfully, waved his hand, and turned around and walked towards his group of old drunkard brothers.

"Whew~"

Qin Shou let out a sigh of relief, glanced at Old Carl, who had already turned around, and hurriedly put down the iron box, spread out the newspaper that was already a little wrinkled on the bar, and then put it flat and folded it carefully.

After doing all this, Qin Shou thought about it, opened the iron box, and gently put the newspaper folded into squares.

At this time, he heard Old Carl's loud shout, and saw that he was laughing with the drinkers, and he didn't know if he was saying it to the old brothers around him, or to Qin Shou.

Qin Shou was stunned.

"There's nothing wrong with playing football. People always have their own dreams. Whether you succeed or fail, it just depends on whether you have a brave heart or not! ”