Football: the history of the first ball

When I first saw Dojigrad, he was very cold-tempered.

But it's all an illusion, once he likes you, he's passionate.

Xiao Jian conquered Dojigrad with his strength, and now Dojigrad warmly invites him and his assistant to his home for dinner.

Xiao Jian asked with a smile: "If I didn't compete with you just now and let you know that I am Xiao Jian, would you call me big brother?"

Dojigrad said seriously: "Don't even think about it. Among the Huaxia players, you are the one I am most dissatisfied with. I want to compare with you in my dreams. I think at least your speed is not my opponent, but today you use your strength Conquer me, you are worthy to be my big brother."

Xiao Jian laughed loudly and patted him on the back: "You bastard, you are honest."

Dojigrad's house is a blockhouse where Tibetans like to live.

In the plateau, this kind of home architecture can be seen everywhere.

Most of the diaofangs are multi-storey buildings. The bottom floor can be used as a pen for livestock, the second floor can be used as a living room, storage room, etc., and the third floor can be used as a sutra hall for Buddha statues and butter lamps.

Most of the three-storey or higher blockhouses were built by nobles in the old Tibetan areas.Commoners generally have one-story and two-story bungalows.

Dorjigrad's house is a two-story blockhouse at the head of the village. It doesn't look big, but it can be seen that it should be renovated. It is colorful and beautiful.

Entering the home, the bungalows are colorful and luxuriously decorated with ethnic characteristics.

It doesn't look that big from the outside, but it looks huge inside.

Xiao Jian praised sincerely. "Your bungalow is really nice."

"Last year, I redecorated it," Dojigler said.

Xiao Jian looked around and saw that the house was clean and tidy, and asked, "Do you live with your parents?"

"This house is a legacy from my parents."

Dojigrad's eyes were clear, and he didn't see sadness, but he could see his fascination.

Xiao Jian was startled, it turned out that he was an orphan.

"sorry."

Doji Gele shook his head and said, "It's okay. You Han people are quite taboo about the death of your parents. We are different. My parents died in a mudslide three years ago when they kowtowed their heads to Lhasa.

They went to the heaven they craved, and I was still on the team.One day in the future, I will kowtow to Lhasa, and sooner or later, I will meet my parents, grandparents and grandparents in heaven. "

When Dorjigrad said this, his eyes looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance outside the window, and he could only describe his current eyes with fascination.

Xiao Jian knows that their beliefs are firm. When they kowtow to pray for all beings, they are never afraid of life and death. After they die, they will enter heaven and be blessed by their relatives.

Dorjigle let Xiao Jian and his assistant sit down at the table.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he brought out a large copper milk tea pot after a short meeting, then placed three clean white porcelain bowls, and poured steaming hot buttered milk tea into the three bowls.

"please"

"Thank you."

Xiao Jian took a sip of the buttered milk tea, feeling crisp and pleasant.

Xiao Jian asked about Dojigrad's life.

Dojigle said: "When I was 11 years old, because I participated in the sports meeting in the town and won the championship, I was favored by the school football coach and entered the school team.

At the age of 18, he was recommended to the Tibetan Football Provincial Team.I have been training in the provincial team until now. I have played as a midfielder, midfielder, and left back. I am the main player of the team.However, I often violated discipline and was often punished. "

He kept his life simple.

"Why are you being punished?"

Dojigrad smiled mysteriously, and played tricks: "Haha, you will know this in a while. Brother, you drink tea first, and I will show you the craftsmanship."

Then Dojigrad entered the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of cooking.

The assistant wanted to help, but was stopped by Xiao Jian.

Tibetans are hospitable and do not allow guests to help with cooking.

Half an hour later, Dorjigle invited Xiao Jian to the restaurant for dinner.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw a huge copper hot pot on the dining table, and the yak bone soup in it was already boiling, and the aroma was overflowing.

Yak meat, tsampa, steamed beef tongue, sausage and various dishes set up a large table.

Xiao Jian didn't expect Dorjigrad to prepare so many dishes so quickly.

All kinds of dishes are colorful and reasonable, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Jian was surprised: "Excellent, you prepared so many dishes in such a short time?"

Dojigle said with a smile: "People in the village have taken good care of me since I was a child. Now that I have some money, I often invite them to dinner. I often go out to buy vegetables, so I have a lot of ingredients here. You see, I have two Big fridge."

Sure enough, there were two large double-door refrigerators one person tall side by side against the wall in the dining room.

No wonder the dishes are so well prepared.

Then, Dojigrad brought four huge copper pots.

"In order to show my most respectful respect to my elder brother and the guests, we will finish the four pots today."

"what is this?"

"Highland barley wine."

Xiao Jian and his assistant were dumbfounded.

This big pot, one pot can hold at least ten catties, and four big pots can hold forty to fifty catties.

The corner of Xiao Jian's mouth twitched, and he said with a wry smile, "You, you are going to force brother to death."