The sunset hangs halfway up the mountain, quiet and peaceful.

Liège is a quiet and somewhat dull city, especially in a quieter country like Belgium. As a famous Belgian city in the center of the Meuse River and the Rhine River, it is not as rigorous as its German neighbor Aachen, let alone the city next door, where the lights and wine and dancers are dancing wildly.

But don’t forget that in Liege, a mad city of extreme sports in Europe, there will never be a lack of passion, motocross, windsurfing racing, and of course -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hi, Nan, pass the ball!" Ximang's loud voice filled the audience. In this relatively small court, more than a dozen boys in their teens were radiating the passion of the black and white world.

Belgium is a highly fertile country. The richness mentioned here does not simply refer to how many millionaires there are in this country and how high the people's per capita income is; more importantly, it is reflected in the government's investment in public welfare facilities, people's livelihood security and welfare assistance. Small green fields like this are everywhere in Belgium, and are found in almost every city. It does not mean how many people play football in Belgium. This is a culture, a European lifestyle and life philosophy.

"I said Ximang, are you tired?" Lennon spitted, "Nan can pass the ball, and sows will give birth to paparazzi!"

Lennon's magnanimousness made the innocent Ximang very popular. How could such a innocent boy have such a tasteless friend? Oh, it's unreasonable.

With a bang, after passing the whole game, Xiangnan, who passed the goalkeeper, found that there was no angle, but he still barely shot, and smashed the ball heavily on the goal frame. Xiangnan spat in disappointment, "**!" Although the ball did not enter, the depression in his heart was more or less relieved.

At this time, I remembered my brother Ximang, and hurried over, "Hi, Ximang, you also saw my elegant extraordinary just now. By the way, playing football is like a relationship. You can't take a long time to work. Finally, let's change someone when you kiss!"

Ximang shrugged helplessly, and he had long been used to this.

"Xiangnan, you are really only six years old!?" Lennon looked at the little Chinese boy in front of him in confusion, "Also, the great love expert Ximang solemnly warned you that falling in love is our adults' business! Children should not pretend to understand!"

I don't remember when it started, Ximang brought this yellow-skinned boy who was several years younger than everyone and joined the team. At the beginning, everyone routinely laughed at the Asian boy. This was a compulsory course for the Valon Football Team headed by Lennon to welcome new players. However, soon this yellow-skinned kid shut up with his outstanding performance. In a team game, the Asian boy scored six goals, won all the goals of the team, and slaughtered Lennon's team.

There is no way, this kid is too fast, and when he runs with the ball, even if the rabbit chases him, he can't catch up. And Xiangnan's skills are also good, I really don't know how this kid practices it.

However, as soon as the ball reaches Xiangnan's feet, the remaining buddies can only watch the Chinese boy's extraordinary performance. This kid is too unique. No matter how his partner shouts, he will not pass it even if it is fake. Over time, no one is willing to partner with Xiangnan on the front line. However, this situation is what Ximang is most willing to see, because in the end, there is no way to support Xiangnan's blessing. Ximang also moved forward directly from the goalkeeper position and became the Chinese boy's forward line partner. This fulfilled his dream of a forward. Those who have played wild ball know that goalkeepers are generally the first choice for the guy with the worst skills.

It doesn't matter whether Ximang can play forward or not. Xiangnan will not pass the ball anyway. Despite this, Ximang, who finally got what he wanted, would still scream every time he played in the game, hoping that this little brother he brought with him would be kind and give him an assist. It would be better to hit the empty goal directly! Otherwise, he would not have the confidence to enter!

It was getting darker and a group of playmates said goodbye to each other and went home.

"Ximang---" Xiangnan smiled embarrassedly at Ximang.

"Allah, go!"

Xiangnan's grandmother doesn't seem to like Xiangnan to play football. Although she is an old overseas Chinese who has been abroad for many years, this Chinese-style thinking is still deeply rooted in the old man's mind. What is the future of playing football? Study hard, improve every day, and be a good student obediently.

Therefore, although Xiangnan is only six years old, he has already started to go to school. However, because he is not old enough, he has to follow the preschool class run by a Chinese compatriot. This kind of preschool class is probably only unique to Asians, especially East Asia, which is centered on China. This early preschool education is unreasonable to Europeans, and it is even cruel, depriving children of their time to play happily in childhood.

So Xiangnan always comes out to play football without telling his grandmother. After playing football, he is sweating and smelly. He has to go to Ximang's house to take a hot shower before he dares to go home.

"Grandma, I'm back-----"

He threw his schoolbag on the bed and turned on the TV quickly.

"Watch TV as soon as you come back! Go and wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

"Yeah, yeah!" Xiangnan's head was like a wooden fish, and his eyes did not leave the TV at all.

This day was August 17, 1995. It was Xiangnan's favorite star, the Dutch king Basten, officially retired. The TV broadcast the scene of the elegant Swan retirement of the San Siro Stadium.

Grandma shook her head and smiled spoiledly. Although she didn't like playing football for her grandson, the elderly could still understand and respect her children's hobbies. It's okay to watch TV. After all, Xiangnan has been talking about TV today for several days, and went into the kitchen to bring out the food.

"Hello, fans, everyone, this is the first channel of Belgium National Sports TV. I am Wilmotton. Today is a sad day. Wilmotton is waiting with everyone in San Siro for this sad moment. Two years have passed, and Van Basten is still going to say goodbye to the green field." Wilmotton's words have no constant passion, are full of a faint sadness, and have a poet-like feeling of remembrance. "This is a genius Sagittarius full of poetic inspiration. His style is light and elegant, without traces on the snow, and he will never waste any chance in front of the door! He is a dancer on the green field, and the most colorful eternal memory in the black and white world! A great Sagittarius!"

Xiangnan felt uncomfortable when he listened to Wilmoton's melancholy and sad voice.

"Van Basten is wearing a red and black scarf around his neck, waving goodbye to the fans of San Siro, saying goodbye to the fans of the world! Saying goodbye to the green field! The fans of the court stood up, and thunderous applause was dedicated to the great star. Tears are eternal at this moment, eternal Basten!"

Xiangnan felt his tears slowly slipping down his cheeks, but he didn't want to reach out to wipe them. He wanted to cry with fans all over the world and cry for Basten's retirement.

TV screens show every classic moment of Basten's career, Basten's every wonderful goal in Milan and the Dutch national team.

The 1988 European Championships were repeatedly played on TV. In the game between the Netherlands and the Soviet Union for the championship, Basten scored the zero-degree ball, which was the last shot in football history, the great "goal across the century".

Basten's first goal in Milan, his national team's first goal, his first goal in Ajax's first goal--

Every goal in Milan is scored----

In the Dutch national team－－－

In Ajax----

Wilmotton, who was commenting on the live commentary at San Siro Stadium, was also quietly looking at the picture, without commenting. At this moment, the commentator was redundant. This was a time to recall the great glory that passed away, and a time for fans to enjoy the joy this great shooter brought to all fans!

Basten may not know that there was a Chinese boy crying for his departure in front of the TV. At this moment, so many people around the world were crying, crying for the departure of this great Sagittarius!

However, everyone knew in their hearts that at this moment, the Dutch star was the most painful inside. He left the green field that he had devoted his life to, and left the day when he was dominating the world and changing color -----

"Here, I want to condemn those who have defiled the purity of the green field, those cowards who have black feet, they have ruined Basten and a genius who danced ballet on the court. Please remember a despicable name, 'Borley', and everyone despises them together! Everyone knows that I, Wilmoton, are a civilized person, but for such a person, I will raise my middle finger without hesitation-----"

"I'm despised!" Xiangnan, who was next to the TV, made an angry cry. Although Xiangnan, who is a standard Liege fan, has always been afraid of Wilmoton, a gold medal commentator who is Anderlecht fans, it does not prevent the two from sharing the same hatred at this moment.

My grandmother, who was busy in the kitchen, frowned when she heard the standard national scolding of her baby grandson. She had known that she would not have taken Xiangnan to return to China. Last time she returned to China to visit relatives, in more than half a month, the little kid hadn't learned anything and learned the authentic Beijing scolding.

"Fuck you so much!---" Xiangnan's angry shout came again!
Chapter completed!