Eindhoven, Netherlands, 16:00

Kirbyne walked back and forth in his cramped apartment, with his head bowed and his brow furrowed, from the living room to the bedroom and then to the kitchen, a route that did not take more than six seconds at a time, and the rhythm of his feet was extremely unnatural.

He was injured and suffered a slight tear in the thigh muscle of his right foot.

----- right foot.

----- it was he who repeatedly nimbly dunked the right foot of the opposing player.

----- is his right foot that he often delivers with precision to his teammates.

----- is his right foot that curled a beautiful arc into the air when he took a free-kick.

Only one right foot, at this time injured.

Eventually, he stopped going back and forth, and that would make his foot hurt more, and the more it hurt, the more irritable his heart became.

Kirbine's ass fell to the sofa and sat up quietly, his eyes locked on the mobile phone on the low table, he had been anxious since noon, and when he was about to stand up and choose to go back and forth again, the sound of the mobile phone on the low table exploded......

The bells of love songs, which usually sounded very pleasant, were now like electricity hitting Kabine's heart, and his hands trembled, and the injury to his leg muscles gave a tingling pain......

"Hey! How? How's the talk? Holding his aching right leg muscles with one hand and his phone in the other, Kirbine asked urgently.

The caller was Carbine's sports agent----- fifty-five-year-old Mr. Haas, a Dutchman.

The old man spent his playing days in the lower divisions of the Netherlands, retired as an assistant coach in the lower divisions, and then became a scout when he was older. Half of the year is spent in the Netherlands at all levels, scouting young players.

About two years ago, Mr. Haas excavated Kabine.

A French rookie who had just played five months in the second division, Cabiné was eighteen years old and full of vigor.

"It's not going to be good, I talked to them for a long time about the details, and then I showed them the footage of your usual fights, and they watched it and I was right next to you explaining your technical style and attacking characteristics." Mr. Haas said slowly.

"And my defensive ability? Didn't you say that? Kabine added.

"That's it! I would definitely say! It's not the first time I've talked to someone about the details of a transfer! ”

"And then?"

"And then...... Then before I could finish my sentence, the head coach of the team interrupted me. ”

"Coach Corbony?"

"That's right! It's him! A man who always carries his football philosophy on his head, hum...... In that case, why hasn't he received an offer from a big club yet? Mr. Haas shrugged his shoulders on the other end of the line.

"But I received his invitation." Kabine replied.

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[About two and a half months ago, Mr. Haas was inspecting the youth competition at a stadium on the outskirts of Eindhoven.]

He got used to sitting in the spectator box and writing scouting reports while inspecting the players, and occasionally highlighting the technical characteristics of certain players in the report text.

However, Mr. Haas didn't get anything out of that game and was just about to leave the pitch to return to the club to hand over his scouting report when he received a phone call.

Coach Corboni called in person.

He told Mr. Haas that he had been looking at Kabine for a long time and wanted to do everything he could, but Mr. Haas did not think it was right, and that under normal procedure, Coach Corboni should first ask Cabine's club through his own club and then make an offer, and finally contact the player and his agent.

Therefore, Mr. Haas remained silent for a while, and after taking over the meaning of Coach Cobony, the two did not talk much and hung up early.

However, it was also unexpected that three days later, Carbine's club did receive an offer from the other party, and offered to buy out Carbine's professional contract directly after the European transfer market was launched......

It was June 18th, and Mr. Haas remembers it very well. 】

At this time, Mr. Haas shook his head on the other end of the phone and said, "What a pity! If it weren't for a youth warm-up match on June 18th, you would have strained your ......"

"It's a slight tear, Mr. Haas!" Kabine frustrated, correcting the other.

Two seconds later, Kabine asked, "And then?" What else did Coach Corboni say? ”

Mr. Haas replied: "He said that in his coaching career, he had never acquired a player who had an injury before the transfer, so he didn't want to take any risks in this transfer! ”

When Cabine heard this, he sighed and said, "Damn my right foot, it hurts really in time, it spoils my sweet dream." ”

After saying that, his eyes were staring at his right foot pointedly, just like staring at his opponent when defending according to tactics in a game.

Mr. Haas said, "Young man, don't curse your right foot yet, for one day it will bring you countless trophies and great fame, and even money." If you are injured, you can take care of your injuries, and besides, with the current situation, you at least have sample money. ”

Kabine asked, "Oh? ”

Two words came out of Mr. Haas's mouth: "Youth! ”

----- in the eyes of athletes, the [youth] that you will have and will lose is as invincible as the sword, sword, and halberd in the martial arts!

If you are still young, you may be able to climb high and get more in your athletic career.

Although Kabine's right leg is temporarily gone, he still has youth.

He was only twenty years old.

Carbine, apparently not quite understanding what Mr. Haas was saying, asked urgently, "What do you mean?" ”

At this time, Mr. Haas was not in a hurry, on the other end of the phone, he took out the cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited for the tobacco to burn for three seconds before saying: "That's right, Coach Corboni did talk to me for a long time about your injury. First of all, he said that he didn't want to take this risk, but he also said that he was eager to accept you into his camp, hum...... Amusing! With such a contradictory personality, it's hard to imagine how he arranged his troops. ”

After listening to this, Kabine said softly: "Hmm! ”

Mr. Haas continued: "At the end of the interview, Coach Corboni told me that the basic problems can be solved, but it is difficult to make a decision about the injuries of the players themselves. He also said in the end that he must negotiate with the coaching team, the club's sports director, and the two team's chief scouts, because the termination clause of your contract is 1.5 million euros, since he wants to buy out the contract, he must protect the interests after the buyout, and the medium-sized club has the way of running a medium-sized club, and we are not negotiating terms with Real Madrid, Chelsea and other giants. Young people, this is the world of football, you know? ”

Kabine hurriedly replied: "Understood! ”

Mr. Haas let out a "hmm~" and said, "Your sudden injury was the turning point of the whole thing, if it weren't for that, maybe you would have put on your new jersey......"

Suddenly, Mr. Haas realized that his words seemed to be off, and immediately comforted: "Hmm...... So, Coach Corboni assured me before I left that within two hours they would call me as soon as they had discussed it, and I was now back at the hotel, waiting for an answer. There are opportunities, and you have to believe in yourself! ”

Kabine lowered his head, feeling that the only thing he could trust now was his left leg, which was intact.

----- a left leg that doesn't make a nice curve.

Soon, Mr. Haas finished his explanation, and the two ended the call. As for the new planet called [Carbine], Mr. Haas spent two months, inspected a total of nine games, and wrote down fifteen pages of scouting reports, and began to believe that Carbine would be the prey that every big club would want to get.

Mr. Haas knew Kabine better than anyone else, and he was anxious at this time.

It was less than thirty-one hours before the transfer market closed.

Kabine went back and forth in the cramped apartment, the numbness of the muscles in his right foot did not diminish in the slightest, and the anxious feelings did not recede in the slightest.

He sat down suddenly, thinking back to the countless wrongs he had taken to get a contract after he came out of the orphanage and was single, and then after gaining a foothold in the Eindhoven youth team, he applied to join the first team several times without success, and then tried to figure out a transfer to achieve his wishes, but unexpectedly, a sudden injury put him in a dilemma.

Kirbine rubbed his head, his breath short, knowing that the only thing he could do was wait for Mr. Haas's call.

In a trance, two hours have passed.

The muscles in his right leg were still numb, and suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Kirbine reached out and grabbed the phone, pressed the answer button, stopped the intoxicating and pleasant love song ringtone, and did not speak first.

Mr. Haas spoke first, very calmly: "Young man! How's the leg injury? Can you walk? ”

Kirby was in a mess and said, "Hmm~! Just lift your feet slowly and start slowly! ”

Mr. Haas said, "Good! Listen, the apartment is funded by the club, so don't move the things inside, just bring important personal belongings, understand? ”

Carbine realized something, but asked blankly, "Where are you going?" ”

Mr. Haas, however, said in a low voice, "Spain! A sucker! ”

Suddenly, from a mental level, Kirbine had gone crazy at this time, and the tingling sensation of extreme electricity had flowed from the hair follicle hole on the top of his head through his slightly torn right thigh muscle to the bottom of his foot.

He wanted to run around the apartment like he would have done in celebration of a goal, but he couldn't. Kabinet did not hesitate to express all the excitement in his love on his face that began to stubble, and swept away the anxiety and anxiety just now.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Haas added: "Ten minutes ago, after talking to Coach Coboni, I booked a direct flight from Eindhoven to Madrid, but you have to go quickly, because you have to transfer trains in Madrid!" I'll be waiting for you over here, understand? ”

Kabine: "Hmm~! After five minutes, Mr. Haas explained again, and the two ended the conversation.

He simply packed his bags and stuffed the essentials into his large backpack and, of course, the white bracer he habitually snapped into his right wrist during competitions.

Before leaving the room, Kirbiné turned his head to look into the apartment for a few seconds, then closed it and walked away in small steps.

Downstairs in the apartment, Kirbine stopped a taxi, protected his injured leg, and slid slowly into the carriage. Once you're seated, close the door, fasten your seatbelt, and say to the taxi driver, "Airport!" Thank you! ”

The car started, and at the moment, Kirbyne secretly thought:

"Goodbye! Eindhoven! I'm coming! Granada! ”

At this point, it was less than twenty-eight hours before the transfer market closed.