[Football] Choisir

It took a lot of effort to do this step, but Gotze didn't give up, and still held back his energy and tried.

After a few minutes, he was finally able to move his fingers.

Other senses slowly began to wake up.

"Philip! Manu! Come here!" came the loud voice again, "He's awake!"

Footsteps soon appeared around.

"Really? Why do I think he hasn't moved..."

"It's true! I swear I just saw his fingers move!"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure! Philip, you have to trust me!"

"I'm going to call the doctor," someone said and left, which Gotze thought sounded like Ram.

Gotze frowned hard, and then he realized that he had succeeded, so he tried to open his eyes again and again, and it succeeded!Then he saw two shocked faces approaching at once.

"Uh..." Gotze tried to make his own voice, but the vocal cords that had not vibrated for a long time were a little tight and could not function well, which made it impossible for him to utter a fluent sentence immediately, or even a clear pronunciation words.

"My God! You're awake! You're really awake!" The one who yelled was Muller, and it was obvious that there would be no one else but him.Muller grabbed his hand and shook it excitedly, not forgetting to give him a wrinkled laugh.

And another tall blond man, needless to say, is of course the magical "doorman" Neuer.Neuer let out a long breath, as if finally relaxing, and smiled back at Gotze - which made him look even more like a big teddy bear.

"Thomas...Manu..." Gotze struggled to say their names. Although the voice sounded very strange, the two obviously didn't care.They leaned down and hugged him one by one, which made Gotze feel extra warm.

It seems that this time he finally succeeded.

It's good to be home.

The door of the ward opened, and Gotze looked towards the door and found that a large group of people had already crowded there.Lahm and the doctor are at the front, with Schurrle behind and the obviously dusty Schweinsteiger.They all stood at the door and did not dare to move easily. It was not until Gotze pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled back at them that he slowly walked in and surrounded the hospital bed.

"Captain." Ge Zhi moved his throat, and the sound he made this time was a little more normal than before.Ram nodded at him with a smile.

"Basti." He looked to the right and saw Schweinsteiger.

"Porti asked me to say hello for him," Schweinsteiger said with a smile.

Then he looked to the far right, and met a pair of blue eyes: "Andre..."

Xu Erle's eyes were soft, and he responded softly: "He is fine."

Gotze suddenly found that his cheeks were wet, and liquid was constantly coming out from the corners of his eyes, and rolled down his cheeks onto the pillow, and soon became wet.

Seeing this, everyone left knowingly, leaving only Xu Erle by the bed.

Schurrle handed him a towel, and Gotze took it and wiped his eyes, wiping away those tears.For a while, neither of them spoke, and they could only hear Muller suggesting in the corridor whether to form a card game at night to celebrate Gotze's awakening.

"He's not bad now, just got the news of your waking up." In the end, Xuerle broke the silence and said.

Gotze nodded, but didn't answer.

"But I have to say, he had a bad life before..."

Gotze knew that he couldn't express it well with words now, so he could only ask questions with his eyes.

"He..." Xu Erle hesitated, as if deciding whether to speak out directly, and finally he decided to tell the truth, "He was not well before, and your coma almost knocked him down. Tell me how much he regrets, especially when he thinks that the last meeting between him and you ended in a bad relationship... He can't forgive himself, falls into deep self-blame, and can't listen to anyone's persuasion... Then He was in a bad state for a while, even I couldn't find the shadow of the familiar Marco from him..."

"Later he was injured on the field, and he had to be admitted to this hospital despite the objections of the team doctor. He came to see you every day, talked and confessed in front of your bed, and as long as someone tried to pull him away, he would suddenly go into a rage, unless they Stop disturbing his meeting with you... None of us dare to persuade him, because he is extremely stubborn, except for occasionally saying a few words to me, the rest are ignored."

Gotze blinked desperately, and he felt that he was going to cry again.

"Later...his injury finally healed, and he seemed to have figured it out suddenly. He started to return to the team to play hard, and his condition improved. But after every game, no matter how far he is, he will be the first Go back for a while, and then come back to this ward to help you massage your muscles. I don't know if he visited Dr. Wolfart on purpose, but he did learn the doctor's massage method. When there are games, he will Please come over to the physiotherapist, but if he is free, he will definitely do it himself..."

Gotze couldn't control himself anymore, and tears came out again in big drops.His eyes were blurred, tears filled his eyes, and made the lights on the roof of the ward into a ball.He couldn't see anything clearly, and the only thing he could be sure of was that Schurle's voice was still in his ears.

"I talked to the doctor just now. The doctor said that although you have been in a coma for a long time, your muscles have been in good condition and there has been no obvious atrophy. This will be of great help to your restorative treatment. Maybe you can recover It's going to go up a lot faster than expected. The doctor says it's almost entirely his fault..."

"I don't know what happened between you two, but in my opinion, he has never cared about you for even a day, never." Schurle finally said.

Then he reached out and rubbed Gotze's hair, turned off the light understandingly, and left the ward gently.

After the door closed, Gotze wailed in the dark, struggling like he was a newborn.This crying is not because of grievances, not because of sadness, but because he has gone around for more than [-] years of life, and after being trapped in a parallel world for a year and eight months, he finally found the answer——

It turned out that they were really in love.

He wept bitterly regardless of his image, letting himself vent all the accumulated emotions.Although his vocal cords still hadn't fully recovered, and there was a weird hoarseness in his crying, he didn't care about these.Now all his thoughts are flying to Dortmund, to the football field he has been away from for a long time, to that young man with blond hair.

He misses him.

This miss has never been so strong.

Snowing.

The snow in Dortmund is actually no different from other places, if you only look at the snow.

But today is different.When it is snowing, even the air is filled with a special joy and peace.The colorful lights hanging beside the street flicker in the snow, which seems to indicate that today is different.

So on this special day, the snow in Dortmund also has an extraordinary meaning.

Because today is May 12th.

Gotze got out of the car a few streets away.

On this special day, the driver was in a hurry to go home to reunite with his family, so Gotze kindly got off the car early and left a generous tip.

Although it was snowing, the temperature was not cold.Maybe it was because he was wearing too thick clothes. Gotze passed by a closed shop and looked at his bloated figure reflected in the glass dumbfoundedly.

Well now, Marco won't fail to recognize me!Getze thought sullenly, it's all to blame for Andre, who made me put his down jacket on!

That's right, he didn't admit it because he was half a head shorter than Schurle!

After walking for a long time, Gotze's breathing began to be a little short. He hurriedly slowed down and paid attention to the house numbers on the side of the road as he walked, so as not to miss his destination.His first rehabilitation training is over, but after lying on the hospital bed for too long, even though he recovered himself to the point where he can walk around like a normal person at the fastest speed, his physical fitness is much worse than before. After walking for a while, I started to feel faint.

So he stopped and sat on the side of the road for a while, waiting for his strength to recover.

On the other side of the road, there were two little boys playing football at the door of the house. The two children looked about the same age, and they were arguing endlessly about who should guard the goal. Finally, the adults in the room came forward and led them back.

Goetze looked at it and suddenly remembered his time in the youth training, and it seemed that he was as old as them.At that time, he saw Royce from a distance once, but he didn't have a chance to come up to talk to him. He only remembered Royce's blond hair shining in the sun.

he laughed.The warmth radiated unconsciously, which made him feel that he had some strength again, so he stood up and continued to move forward.

After walking for another ten minutes, Gotze finally came to a familiar door.

He hasn't been here for a long time since leaving Dort, but the door is still exactly the same as he remembers, even the holly wreath that hangs on the door every Christmas has not changed.

Gotze didn't know whether to complain about the owner's taste or to be thankful that some habits have not been changed.

He stood at the door for a while, straightening his clothes, trying to make himself look less bloated.But the attempt obviously failed, and in the end he had no choice but to resign himself to reaching out and knocking on the door three times in a row.

The door opened quickly, and Royce appeared at the door wearing a pair of oven mitts, and the aroma of roasting turkey wafted from the room along the opened door