"Toot" "Toot" "Toot" ......

The phone was connected, and a middle-aged man in his thirties and nearly forty years old, full of beards, approached the microphone of his mobile phone and began to speak:

"Hey, Lao Zhang, it's me."

"Let me ask, are you free for the weekend?"

"It's not a big deal, do you have time to play football together on the weekend?"

"Oh, okay, you're busy, you're busy."

……

The phone hung up, but the middle-aged man didn't stop, he swiped the phone screen, and clicked on a name in the address book.

"Toot" "Toot" "Toot" ......

The phone was connected again.

"Lao Li, I'm Mingfeng."

"It's just that a few of us haven't been together for a long time, when will we have time to get together?"

"Or just a weekend?"

"It's just the gymnasium, they're free on weekends, so we can just play a game and then go and have a beating."

"Huh? That's right...... That's really not a coincidence. ”

"Okay, then I'll make an appointment next time. Well, that's all. ”

……

I made several more calls in a row, but the results were not very good.

The expression on the face of the bearded middle-aged man slowly changed from excitement at the beginning to helplessness.

Eventually, he sighed, put his phone down, pushed open the sliding door, and returned to the living room from the balcony.

In the living room, a middle-aged woman dressed at home on the sofa is munching on melon seeds while watching a soap opera on the TV in front of her.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming back from the balcony, the middle-aged woman turned her head and spoke: "I'm still looking for someone to play football, I'm almost forty people, and I don't know how to be steady, your old friends now have families and rooms, and they are so busy on weekdays, it's easy to get together one or two, where can seventeen or eighteen get together?" ”

Seeing that the man didn't speak, the middle-aged woman continued: "Besides, you also read the physical examination report last time, you are no longer young, this running and jumping, in case you fall and get injured, isn't it my luck?" Wouldn't it be nice to rest at home on a day off? ”

Not good, not at all! I'm bored at home all day long, and I feel like I'm getting rusty!

Although he wanted to shout out in his heart, the middle-aged man still didn't speak, but also sat down on the sofa, and then looked for it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Looking for what?" The middle-aged woman next to her asked.

"Looking for ......" The middle-aged man just wanted to speak, but he saw the remote control held by his wife.

Based on more than 10 years of experience in struggle, he still stubbornly held back the sentence "I want to watch the ball game on a different table".

"Forget it, forget it, I'll go see Junkai." So saying, he got up again, went to the door of his son's bedroom, and knocked on the door.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy opened the door, said nothing, returned to his desk and continued to write.

"Junkai, when you go to high school, do you feel a lot of pressure to study?" The middle-aged man cared.

"It's fine." The boy didn't look back: "It's just that I'm a little backward in English, and I want to make up for it." ”

"Oh, okay, Daddy will arrange it for you next week." Hearing that his son was diligent and motivated, the middle-aged man naturally agreed: "I promise to help you find a good tutor......

"Don't bother, I'll find a cram school on my own." The boy turned his head and interrupted his father's words: "I know that there is a very good cram school, where several of my classmates take classes, but the fee is a bit expensive, almost a thousand yuan a month. ”

The middle-aged man has always been very relieved of his smart and precocious son, who never worries about him, and agreed: "Okay, a thousand is a thousand, as long as your grades rise and you get admitted to a good university, even if your parents spend more money, they will provide for you to go to school!" I'll get the money for you tomorrow! ”

"Hmm." The boy turned his head away again and continued to write on the test paper.

"Then Dad won't bother you, don't study too late yourself, rest early." The middle-aged man cared a few more words and prepared to go out.

"By the way, Dad, do you want to play football?" At this time, the boy spoke again.

"Uh...... yes, what's wrong? The middle-aged man was puzzled.

"I introduced you last time to buy that Red Star brand dream helmet, do you still use it?" The boy asked rhetorically.

"Ah, I've used it, but I don't use it much, I always feel a little uneasy, and there's an island inside, so it's not very interesting, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man said he didn't understand.

The boy explained: "I read on the Internet, it seems that there is a new game in it, it is a sports class, there are all kinds of sports in it, and it will also refresh NPCs for players to be companions and opponents, you can try it." ”

"Oh, okay, I'll try then." The middle-aged man nodded and exited his son's bedroom.

Went straight back to the master bedroom, but the middle-aged man didn't go to get the helmet, but took out his mobile phone, opened a video software, and began to watch the ball game.

But as we all know, watching a football game on a mobile phone is basically a kind of torture, even if the mobile phone with a large screen is no different from a torture device.

After looking at it for more than twenty minutes, the middle-aged man finally couldn't stand it anymore and took out a silver-white helmet from the closet next to the bed.

To be honest, middle-aged men have always been full of vigilance about this thing that they can't understand, especially when it is connected to their brains and spirits, which adds a sense of vigilance, so according to the consistent habit of protecting themselves, middle-aged men generally rarely use this helmet, and most of the time they put it in the cabinet after buying it.

Even the last time a colleague told him that he could eat as much as he wanted, he couldn't help but try it without putting on a helmet again.

However, if there is really a sports game in it, and a football that is in his heart, then ......

Holding the helmet in his hand, the middle-aged man fell into a memory:

On a soccer field with compacted soil, sparse vegetation and dusty feet, a group of young players in jerseys, pull-back boots, and big pants stood in a row with their hands behind their backs.

A round-faced middle-aged man with a whistle around his neck took a piece of paper and began to say something: "...... After the above assessment decision, this time there are Wu Jun, Jiang Peng, Ding Xiaolei, Li Bowen, a total of four! Four people stayed, and the others disbanded on the spot......"

……

If there are other things, the middle-aged man can't remember anything else, he only knows that he lost the election, and his football dream was completely terminated.

He forgot how he was happy with the four people who were selected, and how he left the stadium with the other players, and he only remembered the loss and powerlessness in his heart at that time.

After that, he expected to retire, went south, returned to his hometown to buy a house, and became an ordinary middle-aged man today.

Hey, football can't be put down anyway......

Sighing again, the middle-aged man lay down, covered with a quilt, and put on a helmet.

Sleepiness is like a football, flying straight towards the head from far and near!