"Anthony, are you sure? I would recommend that you think about it again and don't regret it."

The rain in the sky was still falling sparsely, as cloudy as a man's face.

He held an umbrella and looked at his son with cold eyes.

"Why can he do it, I can't?"

Anthony's little face was full of stubbornness and indomitableness.

The man squatted down, his face still looked ugly, but he still touched the little Anthony's head and said in a deep voice: "You are different from him. We have discussed this issue many times, you are different."

Having said that, the man suddenly found that little Anthony's eyes were wet, but his eyes became extremely firm.

"Since I can remember, you have been telling me how good my cousin is!" His tears began to fall, as if the unstoppable rain in the sky, "Yes, he has talent, too

Already caught by Liverpool scouts, but so what?”

"Aren't I your son? Why do you always compare me with him? And, what's worse than him? I hate all this! I must go!"

As he said that, he was about to struggle to leave the man and rush into the rain.

But his arm was grabbed by a strong hand, preventing him from leaving the umbrella's cover.

"Looking into my eyes." The man's voice seemed to have changed.

There is an emotion in my eyes, called heartache.

Little Anthony still didn't turn around, but didn't struggle.

The man forced him to turn him over and repeated again: "Looking into my eyes!"

The little guy looked at his father reluctantly.

But the moment he turned around, his father's eyes returned to indifference: "Go, yes!"

The little guy's eyes lit up instantly, as if his world was starting to be full of hope again.

"We need an agreement, do you agree?"

"Of course, I agree!" The little guy raised his neck and hurriedly agreed without waiting for his father to say the conditions.

"One, if you are not selected this time, then come back to complete your studies and we will not take you to try out elsewhere."

The little guy nodded quickly, but his father's words continued.

"Second, if you can't upgrade from a development group to an elite group within two years, I will also take you back."

"Three, if you don't end up getting the youth training contract, then don't think that we will be responsible for your future, because this is the path you choose."

The little guy listened seriously, but he didn't realize where his life would go without a youth training contract.

Seeing that his father did not continue to make requests, he quickly nodded in agreement: "A word is certain!"

Seeing that the little guy quickly agreed, the man frowned and repeated it again.

He and his wife then sent him to Everton's youth training base.

Watching the little guy stubbornly reject them again.

The couple leaned tightly together in the rain, just staring at the little guy's back quietly.

"Anthony will succeed, right?" the woman held her husband's arm nervously.

"That's right, he is my son, how could he fail?" A smile appeared on the man's face.

The woman patted him gently: "But, we all know that his talent is average. If, I say, what if..."

The man reached out to stop his wife from continuing to say, looking at the youth training base in the rain: "I believe him."

"Why? I have never seen you praise him, even if it's just a word." The woman frowned slightly, looking extremely puzzled.

Because the little boy had cried and complained in her arms more than once.

"That's why he can get here."

In the rain, a cold wind blew by.

The man's hand holding his wife became tighter and tighter.

...

In the stands at the Highbury Stadium, the couple looked at the little boy lying on the court.

Oh, now I can't call him a little boy.

He has grown up.

"Liverpool is ahead."

The woman's voice seemed faintly amid the hustle and bustle of Liverpool fans.

"I know." The man's voice was neither salty nor light, as if he was not a fan sitting in Cardiff.

The woman was already a little unhappy: "You have been in the cold war for so many years, why do you still have to watch his game?"

Without waiting for the man to speak, she continued to speak: "You just keep holding on. Every time I go to dinner with my son alone, you don't even have the qualifications!"

On the court, Anthony was helped up by his teammates and patted the dust on his body.

"Anthony, your cousin is not polite at all." defender Hudson joked with a smile.

After he joined, people have been puzzled more than once.

Why is there such an excellent English player as his cousin, he has been hovering in the second or even third-level teams?

He even had to become a substitute for a time.

If he hadn't faced Liverpool in this game, he might not have had any chance to play.

After all, players like him have more than 4,000 in England.

They are all professional players, not the kind of semi-professional ones.

The number of youth training players is several times that of this number.

Anthony is not even eligible for the pl2 competition.

He smiled and did not respond.

Here comes again, this name and nightmare that lingers in his ears since childhood, comes again.

The name he finally got rid of...

After watching my cousin smile at me and ran away.

The energy in Anthony's heart was rekindled.

The last time he was inspired, he ended the Everton youth training.

Of course, because he failed to obtain a career contract, he and his father broke up.

He then went to Walsall Club in the League One for trial.

That time, his fighting spirit was spotted by assistant coach Walker and he got his first professional contract in his life.

Finally, I no longer have to look at his father's ever-harsh face.

The last time was when I joined Everton's youth training camp.

He was about to lose the election because of this momentum that he was finally kept by the youth training coach.

The game continues.

But Cardiff was still being pushed and beaten by Liverpool.

For such a champion team, it may take a miracle to defeat the top team in the Premier League.

The 10th minute of the game.

Liverpool got another chance, and Griezmann seemed to get some release in this 442 diamond midfielder.

More precisely, it should be that there is greater space.

After passing two opponents in a row, I found an opportunity in the middle.

Gerald's sudden forward insertion brought him a huge gap.

Anthony glanced at his cousin who suddenly rushed into the penalty area, and then looked at Griezmann, who was preparing to shoot outside the penalty area.

He made a decision in the midst of lightning.

No consideration for Gerald.

Anthony threw his whole body out.

"Bang!"

Heaton's hard save did not touch football.

But Anthony fell directly into the penalty area, covering his face with one hand.

In the stands,

The man suddenly stood up and looked nervously at his son who was lying on the ground in the penalty area.
Chapter completed!