Junior football dream

Chapter 22 The Same Blood

As the sun sets, the last ray of sunlight disappears outside the heavy curtains, replaced by the neon lights of the city center not far away and the lights of buildings.

Although the street is full of people commuting to and from get off work, the house is very quiet. The good sound insulation blocks the hustle and bustle outside. It is as quiet as a tomb here, dark and silent, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside.

The electronic alarm clock flickering on the bedside table showed the time, the numbers on it jumped, and the room was still abnormally quiet.

Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi-
The electronic alarm clock rang, and the slight sound of beeps swayed in the room. When it rang for the fourth time, a big hand reached out to pick up the alarm clock.

The owner of the hand opened his eyes, and looked sleepily at the green numbers displayed on the electronic alarm clock.

Seven o'clock sharp.

Zhou Xing sat up from the bed, brushed his messy hair, then yawned, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash.

Turn on the light in the bathroom, and a square face appeared in the mirror. The man had a pair of deep black pupils and long messy black hair. He stared at himself in the mirror, then began to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then brushed his messy hair. After combing my hair, I walked out of the bathroom, went to the gym, turned on the stereo, listened to the symphony, and ran on the treadmill for an hour.

At [-]:[-], he goes on to weight training.

At 09:30, he washed off his sweat and went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and toast two slices of toast.

"What a boring day." After eating and arranging everything, he began to sit in a daze.Compared with his peers, he is much lonely.

No classes, not many friends, no one here.In addition to training, competition, the rest of the time he knows what to do.

"Oh, what a lonely life."

After lamenting one day, Zhou Xing picked up a novel and read it slowly.However, there is also a dictionary next to him, which is used to look up new words he does not know.

The book "Journey to the West" quickly made him addicted to the book, and made him forget his loneliness and devote himself to the book.Time is slowly passing by again.Another tough day passed.

In Brazil, he at least has a partner, and a good friend of the red-haired boy Assuncao.Here, the other people are big names, and besides, they are too much older than themselves, so they can't get together at all.

Everyone knows that football stars have a beautiful appearance, but who knows their loneliness?In people's eyes, they are rich and powerful, and they only need to play a few games.

However, football is not all of them, it is just their job, not the meaning of their life.Normally, they are also ordinary people, and they get angry, sad, and lonely.

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Everywhere, there are many Chinese living, and their footprints are all over the world.All over the world, they are a hardworking and courageous group, hard working and respected.

In Spain, there are also many Chinese and overseas Chinese living in Spain. They are studying and living and trying to adapt to the new environment.Of course, many of these people in China also like football.However, they never reveal anything.Every time I saw a Chinese playing football, someone laughed and asked, "Can the Chinese also play football?"

Indeed, in terms of football, China does not have any talents.Only entered the World Cup once, and was tragically fed nine eggs.In the top European leagues, it is also difficult to see Chinese people.

However, that all changed this summer.The birth of Zhou Xing, a young man, changed people's views. 1000 million euros, transfer to Real Madrid.This boy dropped a blockbuster among the overseas Chinese in Spain, letting them understand that there are also people who can play football among the Chinese, and they perform very well.

In this summer, the arrival of the 16-year-old Chinese boy made them proud and made them very happy.In the first two rounds of the league, Zhou Xing had a wonderful performance, which made his name even more resounding among the Chinese in Spain.

The Chinese in Spain spontaneously organized a fan association, and their idol is Zhou Xing, who plays in Real Madrid.

Soon, the association reached hundreds of people, and the scale was already very impressive.And because of Zhou Xing's excellent performance, the association is still expanding rapidly.

The organizer of this association is Wang Dahai, an old Chinese who has lived in Spain for more than 20 years, and lives by running a dried fruit shop in his home.Usually, he has no other hobbies, except for the sport of football, he is not interested in anything else.

Usually, he always organizes a group of Chinese fans to play football together, but unexpectedly he also organized a Chinese football team.Today, he wrote a letter on the table, and the addressee was Zhou Xing.However, instead of putting a stamp on it, he put it in the mailbox and put it on himself.

Today, he decided to go to Real Madrid to see Zhou Xing. By the way, he brought the support and love for Zhou Xing from the members of his fan association, and brought their gifts, cards and other things.

His home is a two-hour drive from Madrid.Early in the morning, together with the football-loving dog next door, he embarked on his way to Real Madrid.

Although, although his wife Lao Song was somewhat reluctant, she didn't say anything.She was also very surprised to see that Lao Wang had established a small association casually, and hundreds of people had joined.When she saw Zhou Xing's performance on TV and listened to the admiration of the Spaniard next to her, she also fell in love with football and Zhou Xing.

"This Chinese is amazing!" Every time she heard Spain praise Zhou Xing's performance, she was very happy in her heart.At this time, she understood that now Zhou Xing was giving Chinese people face.

Lao Wang said to her: "This child gives us China a face. You know, when people mention Shevchenko, they think of Ukraine, and when people hear Nedved, they think of the Czech Republic. I believe it will not be long. , when people hear the name Zhou Xing, they think of China. Hearing this, she also joined the support of Zhou Xing and became a member of Lao Wang's fan association. Today, if you don't want to look at the dried fruit shop, She also went to see Zhou Xing, wanting to see her idol with her own eyes. Before leaving, she specially asked Lao Wang to take a few strings of sausages she had marinated, saying that she wanted Zhou Xing to taste the hometown-style sausages.

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The car was running on the highway, Xiaogou was driving the car while chatting with Lao Wang who was sitting in the passenger seat.Xiaogou is a native Spanish Chinese, and he was in Spain when he was born.He no longer knows much about China and the concepts of the older generation.To be honest, he is now a yellow-skinned Spaniard.

However, one thing will not change, he is also Chinese, and he also likes football.Because of this, he also fell in love with Zhou Xing, this skilled yellow-skinned, black-haired Chinese boy.This time, he came to see Zhou Xing with the old Wang over there. Apart from wanting to see the idol with his own eyes, he also had a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and he couldn't figure it out.

It stands to reason that Zhou Xing grew up in Brazil and learned to play football in Brazil.Why, he would reject the request of the Brazilian national youth team, and become a Chinese citizen to join the Chinese national team?You know, if he keeps playing in Brazil, he can win the World Cup with the Brazilian team.As a football kingdom, Brazil is a strong contender for every World Cup.

Soon, the car arrived at the destination. After some twists and turns, after explaining the purpose of coming, the club official still left the two of them outside the door, saying to inform Zhou Xing to see if he had time.

At this time, Zhou Xing was at the training ground again, carrying out his day-to-day training.At this time, he was a little bored, and he didn't know where his thoughts went.

Seeing the other team members go out to play, he also wanted to go out together and relax.At this time, an official of the club suddenly told him that several Chinese people came to him and said they were his fans.Hearing this, Zhou Xing hurriedly said: "Okay, let them come to the stadium to find me."

Seeing that the star himself agreed, the man called Lao Wang and Xiao Gou to the court where he trained.At this time, both of them felt a little embarrassed and excited.Seeing the idol in his heart, Lao Wang, a man who is usually dull, didn't have much to say.And Xiaogou didn't have anything to say at this time, despite his usual eloquence.

"We, we are your fans. We have newly organized a fan association of yours. I want you to think of a name. Also, some of our fans made some small gifts and wrote some letters. We want to pass them on to you .”

At this time, it was Lao Wang who stammered and told Zhou Xing about their intentions.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely accept these letters and read them carefully." Zhou Xing said happily after taking the stack of letters.

"Also, here are some small gifts we made ourselves, all for you." After speaking, Lao Wang took out a big bag full of things.

"Wow, there are so many." Zhou Xing was taken aback, very surprised.After taking the bag, Zhou Xing felt heavy.He knows that these are the wishes of the fans.

"Kick it well and give us Chinese people a face." After finishing speaking, Pharaoh patted Zhou Xing's shoulder vigorously and said nothing more.

Looking at the vicissitudes of life in his 40s, Zhou Xing felt a sense of déjà vu.Yes, if his father hadn't had any accidents, he would probably be about the same age as the person in front of him.

"If he knew that I was playing football now, would he also pat me on the shoulder and tell me to play well?" Thinking of this, Zhou Xing felt sad, and tears were about to well out of his eyes.

Fortunately, at this time Xiaogou handed over his pen and asked him to sign it, which woke him up from his contemplation.

"Oh, I didn't bring paper, how can I sign it?" Suddenly realizing that he didn't bring anything like a notebook, Xiaogou was sweating anxiously.Seeing this, Zhou Xing quickly took off his training jersey, wrote his name on it with a pen and handed it to Xiaogou: "Come on, this is for you."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Xiao Gou was very excited when he got the idol's jersey, he quickly put it in his bag and never took it out again.

Seeing the envy in Lao Wang's eyes, Zhou Xing picked up a football from the ground, wrote his name on it, and handed it to Lao Wang, saying, "Just a jersey now, and I'll give you a football signed by the club." Bar."

"Thank you, thank you. However, I think those fans who didn't come also want these gifts very much. Unfortunately, they don't have the time." Old Wang saw that he and Xiaogou had received gifts, and felt sorry for those people .

"Well, you tell me your address, and then we can send them some signed photos of me. They have given me so many things, so I should show a little bit." Zhou Xing said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Lao Wang and Xiao Gou said in unison, and wrote down their addresses after speaking.

"Just now you called me the name of the fan association. I think it should be called Xingchen. I don't know if it is appropriate." Zhou Xing thought for a while and said.

"Okay, Xingchen, I wrote it down." Old Wang smiled, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote down all these things.Seeing that they were almost busy together, they were about to leave immediately.

"Thank you, we won't disturb your training anymore, let's go." Seeing that everything is almost done, Lao Wang said happily, and was about to leave with Xiaogou.

At this moment, Xiaogou gathered his courage, recalled the question he was thinking in the car, and said, "Can I ask you a question? It is why you became a Chinese citizen instead of a Brazilian one."

Zhou Xing said with a smile: "It's the same as the blood is red. I was born and raised by the Chinese. Of course I am Chinese. I have joined the Chinese team."

"Oh, I see." Xiaogou nodded thoughtfully, and together with Old Wang, was sent out of the club by Zhou Xing.

"Goodbye." Zhou Xing looked at the two people in the car, and waved his hands gratefully to say goodbye.

"Goodbye. Oh, this is the sausage my wife gave you, I almost forgot." Old Wang threw the strings of sausages to Zhou Xing, and Xiaogou started the car and drove home .

Holding those strings of sausages in his hands, Zhou Xing stood at the door of the club, thoughtful.

"Maybe, I know the meaning of playing football. It's not just for me to play alone."

(End of this chapter)