"...In yesterday's 4:2 home match against the Phoenicians in Madrid, 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
In an interview after the game, he said that this was to wish Kyrie a speedy recovery and return to the team... His move also shattered the rumors about the discord between him and Kyrie..."
Accompanied by the news announcer's explanation, here is the picture of yesterday's game.
After the goal, Hulay rushed to the bench, raised Kyrie's No. 10 jersey and showed it to the camera. The other Pirates players gathered around him and shouted at the camera.
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The scene was a bit chaotic, but words like "Come on Maxi" could still be heard.
"What a good young man..." His wife Sophia looked at the picture on the TV and said with a smile.
The husband next to him snorted.
The wife turned to look over and asked, "Isn't it, dear? Did you ever think that he would be the first person to send you blessings?"
Kaili continued to snort: "Who would have thought of this?"
"So, I think you should be a little nicer to him? For example, pass the ball to others appropriately on the court?"
"Do you think I can still play like this?" Carey pointed to his left foot that had just undergone surgery and was wrapped in a plaster. It was being placed on a special frame to ensure that it was adequately protected and would not fall suddenly.
and was hit hard.
"I didn't say now, I said after you recover from your injury."
"I'm talking about after I recover from the injury. Sophia, do you think I can... return to the court?"
"Why not?"
Sophia Carey looked at him and asked.
Maxi Carey met her eyes, 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 either... let alone the past, I can't even go back to yesterday, the last hour, or the last second. But.
So what? Don’t you know what to do if you can’t play football the way you were used to?”
Facing his wife's questioning, Kaili bowed his head and remained silent.
But Sophia had no intention of letting her husband go, but continued to ask: "I know you have lost your speed, but can't you play football if you lose your speed? Football is a sport where you compete with who can run faster.
?Don’t you still have skills? Don’t you always say that your skills are the best in the world? How come you were lying to me? In fact, you have no confidence in your skills at all?”
She moved closer to her husband, wanting to see his eyes clearly. But Kaili looked away.
Sophia slapped her husband's cheeks hard with both hands, turned his head upright, and forced him to look at her: "Look at my eyes, Maxi. The one who says 'The mountain is there', says 'I am
Where did such a dick go?"
Kaili didn't look at her, but lowered his eyelids and avoided it.
Still silent.
The atmosphere between the couple was a little awkward for a while.
Just then, my daughter in pajamas suddenly appeared at the door of the living room, pointing at her parents and shouting excitedly: "Are you going to kiss?"
The sudden appearance of the baby broke the awkward atmosphere.
Sophia held her husband's face with her hands and kissed him gently.
Then he stood up and walked towards his daughter, picked her up and gave her a kiss: "Baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
"Mom, I can't sleep..."
"Mom is with you."
The wife walked upstairs with her daughter in her arms.
Maxi Carey sat alone on the sofa, silent.
His wife just asked a series of questions, and he still doesn't know what to answer.
Fortunately, his daughter suddenly appeared and liberated him. Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to face his wife's questions and gazes.
He still remembered that when he had just heard that Hulay was going to join the team, he angrily ran to coach Parotti to argue that the club did not trust him and insisted on spending 120 million to buy a striker.
Looking back now...the club was right.
Hulay scored in all four games he came to the Pirates, scoring seven goals in four games, setting a new rookie record again.
And if the club had not bought Hu Lai, then his injury would have made it difficult for the team to play this season.
Just 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 Phoenician's defense really didn't dare to compliment them in four rounds.
Eleven goals conceded in the league!
So it’s not that the club doesn’t trust me, but that I’m not qualified to let the club trust me…
He thought that the knee injury was his bad luck and the lowest point in his career. But now, looking at it, that knee injury was just the beginning of all his bad luck and the beginning of his slide into a deeper abyss.
Look at Hu Lai scoring seven goals in four consecutive games, and then look at his left foot wrapped in a plaster, what will he use to compete with others?
Maxi Carey only felt deeply powerless.
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"Seven goals in four games, Hu is killing it in Spain!"
A young man wearing a Ruhr Rhein sports coat was lying on the bed, holding his cell phone directly above his face and reading out the news headlines on his cell phone.
"This Hu is really powerful. I saw it as early as last summer!"
After reading the title, the young man sighed.
Another young man sitting on the chair next to him who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down said: "What's there to say? The whole world can see it, okay? He is the World Cup Golden Boot!"
Unexpectedly, the young man lying on the bed snorted and seemed to sneer: "What happened to the World Cup Golden Boot? Are there fewer short-lived World Cup Golden Boots? Being the top scorer in the World Cup depends more on luck than strength.
.Maybe if you meet a weak team in the group stage, you can happily collect statistics... It was because of the International Champions Cup match between us and Leeds City that I confirmed that Hu is as good as the legend."
"That game? Hu scored a goal in that game, and Leeds City lost to us..."
"Yes, they lost to us. But they still didn't have many offensive opportunities in that game, so he could score goals."
"That was a mistake made by our own defense..."
"Yes, John. We made a mistake, but isn't that normal? Who can guarantee not to make a mistake in a ninety-minute game? But most of the mistakes will not be converted into conceding goals at all, because the opponent's forward is not so
Strong ability to seize opportunities!”
The young man who was playing with his mobile phone put down his mobile phone and began to think seriously about this issue.
The young man lying on the bed continued: "Look at him going to the Pirates. The Pirates' midfielder does not have a dedicated organizer, but through the two wings, especially the left wing, Hu can still score so many goals...
…He is so incredibly efficient! And he rarely wastes opportunities…”
Having said this, the young man paused and asked, "John, do you think I will be as powerful as Hu in the future?"
John Seth, who was sitting on the chair, said to him: "Of course. And you will be more powerful than him, because you are taller, stronger and faster than him. The most important thing is that you are only seventeen years old, Yang
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 praising himself, Janus Edman jumped up from the bed happily, showing off 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 a goal in the next game against the Pirates, I will go to exchange jerseys with Hu!"
"Why do you have to exchange jerseys after scoring a goal?"
"Because that will make Hu's impression more profound. And I can introduce myself like this when exchanging jerseys..." Emond coughed, holding his throat, making his voice thicker, "'Hey, Hu, I
Is that ball in the game pretty? I'm sorry if it scared you...'"
Then he turned to John Seth and asked: "Do you think it's cool to say that?"
Seth sighed: "That's silly."
"Tsk!" Edman quickly cheered up, "I can't wait for the midweek Champions League game to start right away! I heard that the home atmosphere at Pirates Park is very fanatical, I would like to see it, and our Valley Stadium
In comparison, how much higher can it be?"
There are many devilish home stadiums in European football, and almost every team will say that their home stadium is the most terrifying.
However, the home atmosphere that is known as "fanatical" has a clear designation, and there are not many stadiums that can deserve this kind of evaluation.
One of them is Pirates Park, the home stadium of Madrid Pirates, and the other is the Valley Stadium in Ruhr-Rhein. Knowledge point: The Turkish team's home stadium cannot be described as "fanatical", but "hell". That's why people talk about the fanatical home atmosphere.
When I was there, I didn’t take the Turkish team to play.
Closer to home, coincidentally, both teams have large numbers of working-class fans.
Not to mention the Pirates of Madrid, Dortmund, the city where the Ruhr Rhine is located, was originally an important industrial city in the Ruhr Valley, with countless industrial workers there.
Football is a working-class sport, and it is understandable that it is so popular in the city of Dortmund.
In addition, the Ruhr Rhein team also looks like a working class and is famous for its passion in the Bundesliga. Their games are often beautiful to watch, but their results... are somewhat ups and downs.
It is completely different from the evenness of the rival Blue and White Munich.
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"Every time I saw Edman dribbling the ball at high speed on the court, I thought I was seeing a heavy truck running wildly..."
What made Ruerrhein assistant coach Moritz Riden express such emotion was Janus Edman running wildly towards the penalty area on the training ground.
Hearing his words, the head coach Leroy Kuhn next to him laughed out loud: "Ha! A very vivid metaphor."
While the two were talking, the football was passed from the side.
"let me!!"
Hearing a loud roar in front of the door, Janus Edman, who had finally arrived after sprinting at full speed, jumped up into the sky. This time it was not just a heavy truck running at high speed, but a heavy truck that rushed onto the broken bridge and flew into the air.
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Then he hit the football!
Bang!
The football flew into the goal.
Kuhn slapped him: "Okay! It looks like Edman is in good condition!"