When Arshavin got more opportunities from Li Bin, in a bar not far from Parma, Kluivert just watched the video of the match between Fiorentina and Parma, and only after a while did a sneer bloom at the corner of his mouth.

"Two Waste Strikers ......"

He muttered to himself, commented on Milito and Tony, lowered his head again, craned his neck, and gulped down all the wine in his glass.

Actually, these two strikers, that one is not bad. Even in Kluivert's prime, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to do better than the two of them. Although he is a high-level player, he has always been a very inconsistent person, and he has always had problems with ups and downs, and he can't guarantee that he will be able to play better than them at any time. When he plays well, he is not afraid of any opponent. However, when he doesn't play well, he's a burden to the team. However, no matter what the strength is, he has a vision, as a genius-level player, the body will be worn out day by day, but the vision, vision, timing grasp, and overall situation will only get better and better. Maybe he can't play on the field, but he can tell the difference between good and bad off the field.

It's just that no matter how good the accumulation is, there is no chance to play, and thinking of this, Kluivert is also a little unhappy.

Li Bin's attitude towards him, it's not the first time he's met Lu, he can't get used to his coach, he's met Lu a lot, he can't even remember how many there are, but how could these people affect him?

29-year-old people, seeing that they are 30 years old, where is there any future to speak of, their whole life has already been put into it, where is the time to regret it? What do you say for my sake, but in fact, don't you want me to work hard, you have honor? I'm not a monkey, so why should I let you play around? When I was a 19-year-old hot-blooded young man who didn't understand the world, I didn't do it, but I had been through the vicissitudes of life for a long time!

"This kind of ball, when I played in Barcelona, I could get in any way I played, and with this kind of backline, how could I stop ......"

With a glass of wine, Kluivert immediately began to brag, and the women beside him kept greeting him, as if she had seen Kluivert's performance in those years.

This woman doesn't look very good, he said silently in his heart. However, he also knew that he couldn't even play in the first team now, where is the fame of so many good women who are willing to stick to him? If he hadn't been famous back then, he wouldn't have been able to find such a woman, right? Forget it, anyway, I'm not going to play with her for a long time, what will I look like, I will forget it when I wake up tomorrow, why bother so much, if I am not satisfied, I will go to the bar again tomorrow and find two beautiful ones to compensate myself - well, that's it.

Looking at the time, it's almost time to go back - it's almost two o'clock, and if you don't go back, it's going to be another all-nighter. It's okay to stay up all night, and it's not a big problem to miss training, but next season, I still have to find a job, and I can't be so crazy all the time, and it's not good to be reported by the media.

snapped his fingers and called the waiter to settle the bill, he knew that although as a player, clubbing at night would make many people unhappy, but a tip of 100 euros was enough to make Parma's die-hard waiter immediately thank him again and again - team honor? What are those things in front of money? Money is the last word, and the coach doesn't like himself? That's because he has no vision, some people like themselves, their own women, sports cars, status, isn't it all like this?

However, even though he thought he could accept anything, he was shocked when he heard the bill.

"Why so much money?"

"When the gentleman left, he said that the account was with you." The waiter immediately spoke.

"Which gentleman?"

"Your team-mate, Parma's academy player Balotelli, he said you had a treat today, and he ordered a lot of stuff here...... Isn't it? ”

Balotelli? Kluivert frowned. He didn't take it too seriously when he was training, but he still remembered the kid named Balotelli. seems to be a post-90s player, he can't remember what the level of play is, but he remembers it, that little guy is also dressed in dark complexion, and he looks extremely eye-catching in the youth team. Kluivert himself was a sensitive man to racial issues, so he was also impressed by Balotelli.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was so bold that he came out to drink in the middle of the night without saying anything, and even calculated it on his head.

"Count me in," Kluivert nodded, "not like a child." However, the next time you come, don't sell him wine, it's still a child, it's not right for you to do that. ”

"You really care about your teammates."

"Of course." Cluywiette nodded, and at the same time, he also hugged the woman next to him, "I have always cared about the people around me. ”——

When Kluivert woke up the next morning, he had largely forgotten all about that day. There is no need to remember this kind of thing, and who will remember it if you are drunk?

But he didn't expect that after Parma's home victory over Messina, the little guy named Balotelli would come to him. Moreover, he came over angrily, not at all as if he had come to thank himself for paying the bill.

"I can't believe you're such an inflexible person! It's just that I drank some wine from you, and you spent some money, and you even instigated the bar not to sell alcohol to me! You're going too far! ”

Looking at Balotelli, who was roaring in front of him, it took Kluivert a long time to determine that he was not crazy.

It's amazing in the world - one day, I will be scolded as an antique. This kid didn't say that he had been drinking since he was 16 years old, and he didn't say that it was a very bad fraud for him to let Kluivert settle the bill, and Kluivert was much older than him, and he had no idea of the word politeness, and he yelled at Kluivert at this time, because Kluivert told the bar not to sell alcohol to him.

What kind of education did this child get? Looking at his appearance, Kluivert was also a little puzzled. For a long time, he thought that he was a thorn in the eyes of the coaches, but compared with the chaotic logic of the people in front of him, Kluivert suddenly had a strong sense of superiority. At least no matter how bastard you are, you won't be so brain-dead, right?

"Do you know how hard it is to find a bar that sells alcohol to minors? You just won't let me buy alcohol to drink! It just cost you so much money, your salary is so high, why should you care so much? Don't you feel ashamed to be so careful with your own teammates? ”

Listening to him scold me, why do I really feel like I've done something wrong...... Kluivert shook his head and drove away the confused thoughts in his mind: he must have drunk too much last night and didn't wake up until now, and if such three views are not correct, he even thinks that he is quite right - I spend money for you, and every penny is superfluous.

"I don't let them sell you wine, it's for your own good. You're still young, you have a future, what kind of wine do you drink at a young age......"

To tell the truth, Kluivert himself had heard these words countless times, but it was the first time he swore that they came out of his mouth. What kind of player he is, the whole world knows, and he himself has no intention of glorifying himself as a teenage idol, but when facing Balotelli, he couldn't help but say these words: When he met such a child, he didn't say a word, he felt uncomfortable.

Maybe this is the mood of players with a good style of life when they show their superiority? He still had time to think about it. After being looked at countless times by that kind of contempt, although he is almost numb, he is still secretly refreshed to be able to see others by himself.

"I don't need you to teach me yet!" At this time, Balotelli raised his hand very unhappily, "I originally thought that you were a great fighter, but now it seems that you are just a wreck." ”

"Fighter?" Kluivert was a little puzzled: where did this begin?

"I've heard about your time in Milan, about you and Weah, Davis, they came together to fight against those damn white people! You act like a hero in that way, but what have you become now? ”

That's what I said...... Kluivert smiled wryly, "That's not something to brag about, forget about it, it's good for you and me." ”

I was young and frivolous back then...... Yes, we're fighting them. But what about when it comes to the worst? Maldini is still the captain of Milan, Weah and Milan reconciled, Davies went to Juventus to make a fortune, and the unlucky one is only himself, what is there to mention?

"So you're tamed, and I'm not like this, look, I'm going to play very well, and when the time comes, all the white people in the big three in the north will kneel in front of me and shine my shoes. I've had a career as brilliant as you, scoring in the Champions League final, joining the best team in the world, and then I can fight against the big names for my own benefit. And my life is full of applause, flowers, women, sports cars, joining Barcelona ......"

"Shut up!"

Kluivert snarled under his breath. Suddenly, he wanted Balotelli to stop talking here, he had experienced all this up to this point, and he opened his mouth at this time, as if Balotelli had stopped talking here, and his career would continue in the big club.

"Why are you telling me to shut up? How old are you? You're just an old toothless striker who can't play well, and if you invite me to a drink, that's your biggest role, what qualifications do you have to teach me? My future is a hundred times stronger than yours......"

Balotelli stopped - Kluivert punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground and helping him shut up.

Kluivert looked at Balotelli, who had run away in embarrassment, and closed his eyes in pain. He knew very well that he was not beating people because he couldn't stand these words, but because he suddenly realized what he had done in the first place.

Didn't you show off your future in front of others like this? Wasn't he just as high-spirited back then, and he wanted to regard all those who looked down on him as racist? Wasn't he so confident back then, he was the greatest player, didn't it matter if he played a little more?

Back then, if I met me now, what would I say? I'm going to slap it myself, right? When you get old, you suddenly see the mirror image of your youth, will it be so shameful and uncomfortable?

Balotelli's shadow overlapped with his own shadow there, and he suddenly realized how incorrigible he had been all these years.

This is not me, this is not me, the back I left for the world world can't be like this!

It was only at this time that he suddenly understood that what people would remember would not be the final against Milan, the 2000 Euro Championship in the Netherlands, the striker of Barcelona, but his stupid stupidity - just like when he looked at Balotelli, the first thing he saw was not his talent, but his brain.

It's not me, I'm not like this...... I'm Kluivert, I'm a top striker and I can still play!