“… In Madrid’s 4-2 home win over the Phoenicians yesterday, there was a heartwarming scene: Hu, who opened the scoring for the Pirates in the game, showed Maxi Carey’s jersey to the camera after scoring. He was in the game Later, in an interview, he said it was to wish Carey a speedy recovery and return to the team... His move also shattered the rumors about the discord between him and Carey..."

With the commentary of the news announcer, it is the picture of yesterday's game.

After the goal, Hou Lai rushed to the bench, held up Kyrie's No. 10 jersey, and showed it to the camera lens. The other Buccaneers huddled around him, yelling at the cameras.

There was some confusion at the scene, but words like "Come on Maxi" can still be heard.

"What a nice guy..." His wife Sophia looked at the picture on the TV and said with emotion with a smile.

The husband next to him snorted.

The wife turned her head to look over and asked, "Isn't it, dear? Did you ever think that he would be the first person to bless you?"

Carey continued to snort: "Who would have thought of that?"

"So, I think you should treat him a little bit better? For example, pass the ball to others properly on the court?"

"Do you think I can still play like this?" Carey pointed to his left foot, which has just undergone surgery and is still wrapped in plaster. And got hit hard.

"I didn't say now, I said after you recover from your injury."

"I'm also talking about recovering from the injury. Sophia, do you think I can...get back on the court?"

"Why not?"

Sophia Carey looked at him and asked back.

Maxi Carey met her gaze, but it didn't take long for him to look away first: "Everyone knows that I can't go back to the past..."

"No one can go back to the past, Maxi." His wife's expression became serious, "I can't go back to the past... Let alone the past, I can't even go back to yesterday, the last hour, or the last second. But that So what? You can’t play the way you’re used to and you don’t know what to do?”

Facing his wife's questioning, Carey bowed his head and remained silent.

But Sophia didn't mean to let her husband go, but continued to ask: "I know you have lost your speed, but can you not play football if you lose your speed? Football is a sport that can run faster than anyone else." ? Don’t you still have skills? Don’t you always say that your skills are the best in the world? Why did you lie to me? In fact, you have no confidence in your skills at all?”

She moved closer to her husband, trying to see his eyes clearly. But Kelly averted his gaze.

Sofia clapped her hands **** her husband's cheeks, straightened his head, and forced him to look at her: "Look into my eyes, Maxi. The one who said 'there's the mountain', said 'I'm Where did such a **** go?"

Carey didn't meet her eyes, but lowered his eyelids, avoiding it.

Still silent.

The atmosphere between the husband and wife was a little awkward for a while.

At this moment, the daughter in pajamas suddenly appeared at the door of the living room, pointed at her parents and shouted excitedly: "Are you going to kiss?"

Baby's sudden appearance broke the awkward atmosphere.

Sophia held her husband's face in both hands, and kissed her lightly.

Then he got up and went to his daughter, hugged her, and gave her a kiss: "Baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"Mom, I can't sleep..."

"Mom will accompany you."

The wife went upstairs with her daughter in her arms.

Maxi Carey sat alone on the sofa, silent.

He still doesn't know how to answer his wife's series of rhetorical questions just now.

Fortunately, his daughter appeared suddenly and liberated him, otherwise he really didn't know how to face his wife's questioning and gaze.

He still remembers that when he just heard that Hu Lai was going to join the team, he rushed to the head coach Parotti to make an argument, thinking that the club didn't trust him and insisted on spending 120 million to buy a striker.

Looking back now... the club was right.

Hu Lai scored goals in all four games he came to the Pirates, scoring seven goals in four games, setting a new record again.

And if the club hadn't bought Hu Lai at the beginning, then his injury would have made it difficult for the team to play this season.

Relying on Di Kunzo alone, wouldn't it be the same as last season?

The Italian's dribbling ability is outstanding, but his scoring ability is really average. Of course, he scored two goals in this round of the league, which is not bad...but that's because the Phoenicians' defense is really not flattering. They conceded eleven goals in four rounds of the league!

So it’s not that the club doesn’t trust me, but that I’m not qualified to be trusted by the club…

He thought the knee injury was his bad luck, the lowest point of his career. But looking at it now, that knee injury was only the beginning of all his bad luck, and it was only the beginning of his slide into a deeper abyss.

Look at Hu Lai scoring seven goals in four consecutive games, and look at his left foot wrapped in plaster. What will he use to compete with others?

Maxi Carey felt nothing but a deep sense of powerlessness.

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"Seven goals in four games, Hu is doing a great job in Spain!"

A young man in a Ruhr Rheinland sports coat is lying on the bed, holding the phone directly above his face, and is reading news headlines from the phone.

"This Hu is really powerful, I saw it as early as last summer!"

After reading the title, the young man said with emotion.

Another young man who was sitting on the chair next to him and playing with his mobile phone said: "What is there to say? The whole world can see it? He is the World Cup Golden Boot!"

Unexpectedly, the young man lying on the bed snorted and seemed to sneer: "What's wrong with the World Cup Golden Boot? Are there fewer World Cup Golden Boots that are short-lived? The top scorer in the World Cup is more about luck than strength." .Maybe if you meet a big team in the group stage, you can happily count the data... I only confirmed that Hu is as good as the legend because of the International Champions Cup between us and Leeds City."

"That game? Hu scored one goal in that game, and Leeds City lost to us..."

"Yes, they lost to us. But they didn't have many offensive opportunities in that game, so he could score goals."

"That was our own defense making a mistake..."

"Yes, John. We made a mistake, but isn't it normal? Who can guarantee that a 90-minute game will not make a mistake? But most of the mistakes will not translate into goals at all, because the opponent's striker is not so good. Strong ability to seize opportunities!"

The young people who were playing with their mobile phones put down their mobile phones and began to think about this issue seriously.

The young man lying on the bed continued: "Look at him going to the Pirates. The Pirates' midfield does not have a dedicated organizer, but through the two wings, especially the left, Hu can still score so many goals... He's amazingly efficient! And rarely wastes opportunities..."

Having said that, the young man paused and asked, "John, do you think I will be as powerful as Hu in the future?"

John Setter, who was sitting on the chair, said to him: "Of course. And you will be stronger than him, because you are taller, stronger and faster than him. The most important thing is that you are only seventeen years old, Jan Nas. I have never seen a seventeen-year-old with your physical fitness, so your achievements will only be higher than him."

Hearing his teammates praise him vigorously, Janus Erdelman happily jumped up from the bed, showing his strong and tall figure.

"Then make a promise." Edman, who is already 1.88 meters tall at the age of seventeen, said, "As long as I can score in the next game against the Pirates, I will go to Hu to exchange jerseys!"

"Why do you have to score a goal to exchange jerseys?"

"Because that will make Hu more memorable. And when I exchange jerseys, I can introduce myself like this..." Emond coughed, choked his throat, and made his voice thicker, "'Hey, Hu, I'm in Was that floater in the game? I'm sorry if it freaked you out...'”

Then he turned to John Setter, "Don't you think that's a cool thing to say?"

Seth sighed, "Stupid."

"Tsk!" Edman quickly cheered up again, "I can't wait for the midweek Champions League game to start right away! I heard that the home atmosphere of the Pirates Park is very frenzied, I would like to see it, and our Valley Stadium In comparison, where can it be higher?"

There are many devil's home courts in European football, and almost every team will say that their home court is the scariest.

However, the home atmosphere known as "fanatic" has a clear reference, and there are not many stadiums that can deserve this kind of evaluation.

One of them is the Pirates Park Stadium, the home of the Madrid Pirates, and the other is the Valley Stadium in the Ruhr Rhein. So when people discuss the frenzy at home, they don't bring the Turkish team to play.

Without further ado, both teams, coincidentally, have large working-class fan bases.

Not to mention the Madrid pirates, Dortmund, the city where the Ruhr Rhine is located, was originally an important industrial city in the Ruhr Valley, where there are countless industrial workers.

Football is a working-class sport, and rightfully so in the city of Dortmund.

In addition, the Ruhr Rhein team is also like the working class, known for its passion in the Bundesliga. Their games are often very good, but the results... there are some ups and downs.

It is completely different from the stability of the rival blue and white Munich.

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"Every time I see Edman dribbling the ball at high speed on the court ~lightnovelpub.net~ I think what I see is a heavy truck running wildly..."

It was Janus Erdmann who rushed towards the penalty area on the training ground that made Ruhr Rhein assistant coach Moritz Reiden express such emotion.

Hearing his words, the head coach Leroy Kuhn laughed out loud: "Ha! A very vivid metaphor."

While the two were talking, football was passed from the wing.

"let me!"

Hearing a loud roar in front of the door, Janus Edman, who sprinted at full speed just now and finally arrived, leaped high. This is not just a heavy truck running at high speed, but a heavy truck that rushed to the broken bridge and flew into the air .

Then bang your head on the football!

Boom!

The football flew into the goal.

Kuhn slapped his hands: "Okay! It seems that Edman is in good condition!"