In a Sichuan restaurant that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, there are several plates of home-cooked dishes on the greasy table. On one side is the pile of empty beer bottles, and on the other side are the bottles that have just been opened. Gao Zheng and Director Zhao sat opposite each other, and each glass of beer was placed. The glass of wine in front of Gao Zheng was still two-thirds, and Director Zhao had already started to add wine to himself.

"I just said Brother Zheng, you won't give up your career dream! Ha!" Director Zhao was obviously drunk a little, and his voice was much louder than usual.

Gao Zheng was still sober: "I just can't make money by playing football together..."

Director Zhao waved his hand quickly, and his movements were exaggerated: "Hi! What do you say? No, no, it doesn't exist! Logically, you can not give me any penny to that money, but you give me half of it every time, and I can get half of the money by just a few phone calls... There is no such good thing in this world? I know Brother Zheng, you are not well off, I know Brother Zheng, you are helping me, a cripple..."

"Old Zhao!" Gao Zheng tried to interrupt Director Zhao's words.

But how could Director Zhao be easily interrupted? At this moment, he seemed to have a lot of things to say to Gao Zheng, perhaps because he knew that from now on, he and Brother Zheng would embark on two completely different paths of life, and they might never meet again. So if they don’t say those words now, they will never have the chance to say them in the future.

"Don't interrupt me, Brother Zheng. I'm just a cripple. I know that the knee of this leg will hurt when it rains..." Director Zhao patted his right leg hard on the knee. "There's nothing to deny. I don't think there is anything shameful about cripple. It's just that finding a job is a bit troublesome... So Brother Zheng, you are helping me, helping you contact you for a game more than I usually earn in three days. I don't have many friends, Brother Zheng, you are really nice to me. I know, I know in my heart..."

"Old Zhao, you've drunk too much..."

"I know, of course I'm drinking too much. How dare I say these things if I don't drink too much?" Director Zhao laughed and shook his head. "I know Brother Zheng, you don't want me to think you are sympathizing with me. I know Brother Zheng, you are taking care of my self-esteem. I really thank you Brother Zheng... But in fact, I never want Brother Zheng, you have been playing those games so much to take care of me. Really. Brother Zheng, you should not play that kind of ball. Professional football, Europe is where you should go! So I am really happy for Brother Zheng now... really!"

"You are the most talented among our football players. Director Yang praised you every day. I still remember when you first came, we all thought you were Director Yang's son... Otherwise, why could you enjoy so many privileges? Later we found out, Brother Zheng, you are so awesome! Everyone is convinced!" Director Zhao gave a thumbs up and gave Gao Zheng.

"You are not bad either, Lao Zhao."

"Me? Ha! I'm far inferior to you!"

"If you are not injured, you can also play professional football."

Director Zhao was injured in the youth team of Dacheng Club, but in order not to lose his main position, he did not treat him in time, but continued to train and play with injuries. In the end, the injury became more and more serious, resulting in irreversible injuries. Not only was he unable to continue playing football, but he even limped when walking.

Hearing Gao Zheng's words, Director Zhao smiled bitterly: "I know my strength myself. Even if I am not injured, I will probably find it difficult to make it through after joining the professional team. Maybe it's the second Yan Qing, who retired in his twenties... Actually, Brother Zheng, sometimes I regret why I chose football... Do you think I spent so much time learning football, what did I learn? What do I do now have to do with football? No bullshit! Driving a car everywhere to deliver goods... My parents gave me this name, but I didn't want me to play football... Why did I go to learn football at the beginning? I obviously don't have the talent in this area..."

Listening to Director Zhao's cursing, Gao Zheng didn't know what to say.

In fact, Lao Zhao is considered a victim of football. He has not enjoyed any benefits in football. The skills he learned cannot allow him to find a job and support himself after leaving the green field. It can be said that learning football has wasteed a lot of time. If he went to school or learned a practical technique, would his life be completely different?

We always say that Chinese football has a shortage of talents and a weak mass base. But professional football is the top existence of the pyramid. Every professional player is a loser and eliminated person under his feet. People only pay attention to those successful people, but they are not interested in the fate of those losers. However, the losers are also living people. They also have to have a meal, find wives, and start a family and start a career... Who will be responsible for their waste of more than ten years of time and youth?

Some people in the football circle questioned how many Chinese parents are willing to send their children to play football, but why don’t they ask why they are unwilling to send their children to play football? Betting on their children’s future to learn football. It’s okay if they play it out, but what should most people who can’t play it out? Which parent is willing to let their children be the stepping stone and denominator for successful people?

Gao Zheng couldn't tell those big truths, but looking at Lao Zhao who was talking about his dislike and regret for football in front of him, he still felt that something might be wrong with our football talent training...

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Director Zhao didn't know how much wine he drank, but in the end he was almost drunk and muddy. He said a lot of things he would never say, and also showed a look that Gao Zheng would never see.

Gao Zheng paid the money for the meal and helped him take a taxi. Lao Zhao would definitely not be able to take the bus if he drank so much.

But as soon as he walked to the side of the road, Director Zhao suddenly heard a sound of dry retching, and then he bent down and spit out everything in his stomach.

Gao Zheng quickly patted his back, and Director Zhao vomited one after another. Finally, he finished vomiting. He wiped his mouth with his hand and rubbed his clothes on.

"Is it better, Lao Zhao?"

“It’s better…”

"Sit down and rest." Gao Zheng supported him, and the two of them sat on the curb together.

The evening breeze blows. Although we are in the southern land, the December wind makes people feel chill.

"Brother Zheng, I'm actually a little jealous of you..."

"Hmm?" Gao Zheng looked at Director Zhao who was sitting next to him with a little surprise. He was lying on his legs, burying his head between his hands.

"I would have the talent that you have as high as you... I don't want to drive and deliver goods, I don't want to live like this... I still want to play football, I still want to be a professional player, I earn more than now, I live more beautifully than now... I don't have to worry about money or women. I still... I still like football... I don't want to be a cripple..."

Director Zhao said vaguely, and as he spoke, his voice changed, and finally he started to choke.

Gao Zheng looked at his shoulders shrugging.

Old Zhao cried.

But Gao Zheng didn't know how to comfort him. It was easy to say some chicken soup and get rid of chicken blood, but it didn't help Lao Zhao who was in trouble.

After Gao Zheng was terminated by AC Milan, he originally thought that fate was unfair to him, but after returning to China to meet Lao Zhao, he realized that he was already very lucky, and fate was even more cruel and ruthless in Lao Zhao.

It is said that happiness is more produced, but he does not want to be happier in Lao Zhao.

Gao Zheng, who didn't know what to say, could only hug Lao Zhao's trembling body hard, and give him a little warmth on this cold winter night.

Cars drove one by one on the road in front of them, and the sound of squeaks was endless. Crossing the highway, it was a bustling commercial area. Neon signs decorated the night sky of the city with rich colors. A huge Christmas tree stood in front of the largest building in the complex, wrapped with colorful light bulbs. People entered the bustling area in groups, and walked out from the inside with large bags and small smiles of satisfaction and happiness, and then stopped in front of this huge Christmas tree to appreciate. The colorful lights reflected on everyone's smiling faces. They raised their phones to leave this colorful night view.

This is just a corner of the capital city of Southern China. In this huge city, there are countless places with such a lively place. In different places, there are similar crowds and hustle and bustle.

But the prosperity of this city has nothing to do with these two young people hugging each other and sitting on the side of the road.

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PS, I found that I actually had two league leaders, among which "Tianyoushui" is the old league leader. Readers who often read my books may also know it.

I'm sorry I can't add updates now. I'm working hard to save the manuscript and strive to pay off my debts when it is put on the shelves...
Chapter completed!