Legendary Road

Nick Vincent didn't get lost, nor was he kidnapped, but ran away from home.

The DVD player played a game between Dortmund U13 and Hertha Berlin U13 three months ago. There was a person in the room who watched it with gusto, but that person was not Yan Jing who always liked to study videos.

"Oh, this kick is so bad, if I play it, I will definitely score!" Yan Jing next to him had a headache, but Nick didn't notice it. He almost lost himself in watching the video, "Look at my volley, 'Whew--' and the ball went in."

Yan Jing still decided to be a good person to the end and sent Nick back, so he said kindly: "Nick, how long have you been away from home?"

"Nice pass! This kid has a kick." Nick whistled.

"..."

Yan Jing came to the TV in a few steps, bent down and unplugged the DVD without saying a word.

"Hey man I'm seeing the best part!" Nick immediately protested.

Yan Jing didn't answer Nick's words, and only glanced at him: "Don't let me call the police, it seems that it has been at least 24 hours?"

Nick didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

Yan Jing continued to ask: "There must be a reason for running away from home, right?"

Nick pouted, and didn't mind telling Yan Jing about himself.

"My mother refused to let me play professional football. I was about to be blown up at the time, and then I packed some things and put them in a sack and went out quietly."

Don't let your children play professional football?Yan Jing was a little surprised. Parents who do not support their children to play football in Germany should have almost no talents.

Which German boy has not become a die-hard fan of a certain team at a very young age, and the parents of the same fans generally hope to see this happen, and are very willing to send their children who are interested in football to the local Some small clubs play football.

"Why, did you miss all your homework because of playing football?"

"How is it possible? My grades have always been good. In fact, my mother didn't let me play football because of my father's business!"

"Your father?"

"Yes, he played four years in the third division and two years in the second division."

Nick was originally a person who couldn't stop talking once he started talking, and he couldn't stop the chatterbox once he started, so he began to pour bitterness on Yan Jingda.

"My mother didn't object to me playing football. Although my father could only get a small salary when he played in the third division, my mother would take me to watch every game. Later, a club in the second division watched it. If he wins my father, he will naturally play in the second division."

"However, more than a year ago, he was kicked in a game and broke his leg bone, and he had to recover from the injury for half a year before returning. But less than ten days after his return, his meniscus was severely torn again, and the hospital The result of the appraisal is that my father should consider retiring early."

"...After that, he smoked and drank heavily every day, and even went out to find women to play with. My mother couldn't bear his dead-like depression, so she divorced him."

"But what does this have to do with me? Does it mean that if I go to play football, I will definitely become like my father!"

Yan Jing was speechless. In this world, every family has its own hard-to-read scriptures. Even Nick, who was originally so optimistic, had experienced family misfortune when he was a child.

But it seems that the big boy in front of him is strong enough and will not lose his confidence in life because of some blows and tribulations in life, otherwise the Nick that Yan Jing sees ten years later should be a different person.

"The afternoon before yesterday, I planned to secretly go to the Dortmund club to recommend myself for a trial training, but my mother found out. We had a big fight, but I still couldn't go, so I just..."

Yan Jing raised his forehead, feeling very helpless towards the adolescent boy.

"So you're using the sack as a sleeping bag? So you've been out of the house for at least two days, God, I think your mom must have called the police."

"You know, there's actually no difference between a sack and a sleeping bag." Nick muttered, "If Mommy had called the police, the police would have recognized me..."

"Well, although I don't know if you found me here on purpose, but please give me your mother's phone number, you won't understand how worried she is now."

Nick reluctantly spat out a series of numbers, and then rolled his eyes, "Who came to you on purpose, I'm just lost."

"So you don't know that I'm the head coach of Dortmund's U13 team?"

"...What?!" Nick's mouth had already turned into an O shape. He stood up suddenly, and his knee hit the bedside table next to him. The pain made him grin his teeth but he still couldn't help expressing the shock in his heart, " Pain, pain, you said you are the head coach of Dortmund U13?!"

"Yes." Nick's response greatly satisfied Yan Jing's vanity.

"No way! You look so young, and you're an idiot!"

"..." Yan Jing really wanted to hit Nick's knee a few more times.

"Oh hell, anyway, I'm so lucky! In this case, you must recommend me to Mr. Adler of the club's U15 team!" Nick's eyes lit up with excitement, as if he had already seen him become a star shining in the Bundesliga.

Yan Jing complained in his heart that this guy is still as shameless and familiar with everyone as before, but he is also a little interested in Nick's football skills-he has never seen Nick play before.

"How's your technique?"

"I'm a genius!" Nick turned around and put his hand into the sack. After a few seconds, he found a football and confidently assured Yan Jing, "Just watch me play for 10 minutes and you will understand that the word genius must be It was made for me!"

Nick's interest was high, and before Yan Jing could respond to his words, he tossed the ball upwards and started bouncing the ball.

"You know my footwork..."

Before the words were finished, the ball left Nick's control and rolled slowly on the floor.

"Your footwork...?" Did he bump three times?Have it?

"Oh, I promise it's just an accident!" Nick picked up the ball and vowed, "I was too nervous just now!"

Nick twisted his neck, threw the ball up again, raised his foot to face the falling ball, swung forward and upward, hit the ball lightly with the back of his foot, then bent his knee and hooked his leg to hit the ball with the inside of his foot.

But he didn't kick the right part, and the ball flew towards Yan Jing as soon as it changed its direction. Nick followed the ball and rushed towards Yan Jing in a hurry to save the ball.

Yan Jing, who had no time to escape, was hit hard by Nick's big head that fell into his arms, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.

He helplessly straightened him up, looked at the rolling ball behind him, and sighed—he was looking forward to it at first, but when he saw that Nick couldn't even do the most basic jumping ball, he was already very impressed with Nick's. The game has given up any hope.

"Is it an accident this time?"

"Uh... yes, it was an accident."

"I now fully understand why your mother didn't let you play professional football."

"No, you don't understand! My mother definitely won't let me kick because of my father!"

Yan Jing looked at Nick who seemed to be ready to be stubborn to the end. His expression overlapped with that of the Champions League final. He knew that this matter was a bit tricky.

Yan Jing didn't want to hit Nick, but he still expressed his thoughts word by word after thinking for a while.

"Honestly, Nick, you have no talent for football."

Nick, who had just walked over to pick up the ball, couldn't help but explode after hearing Yan Jing's denial. Unable to control his temper, he simply threw the ball at Yan Jing like a throw-in.

"Idiot, of course I can! As long as I work harder than others every day, then I will definitely be able to play professional football!"

Yan Jing raised his hand and grabbed the ball, then threw it back to Nick.

"I don't deny that working hard will make up for some congenital deficiencies, but some things cannot be made up for no matter how hard you work the day after tomorrow, such as the innate sense of the ball. There are many players who will practice after training, but no matter how hard they work He can't reach Ronaldo's height at all, and he can only hang out in low-level leagues for the rest of his life. But look at Ronaldo again, when have you seen him practice shooting after training?"

Nick took the ball and held it in his arms, looking at Yan Jing, speechless.

Yan Jing picked up the receiver of the phone and called Nick's mother. After a while of busy tone, a tired voice came from the phone.

"Hi, this is Agnes Vincent. Are you...?"

"Mrs. Vincent, I'm sorry to bother you so late. But I want to ask your son's name is Nick Vincent, right? A boy with blond hair and blue eyes, about fifteen or sixteen years old."

"Have you seen my son?!"

"He's at my house right now, yes... of course I'm not a kidnapper. I picked him up not long ago under a streetlight near my house. He looks fine and in good spirits. Oh, you want to tell him Talk? No problem, please wait a moment."

Yan Jing handed the receiver to Nick and patted him on the shoulder: "Quickly apologize to your mother, and then go home and have a good sleep."

Nick put the receiver to his ear, and whispered: "Mom, mom..."

"Nick?! Is that you?!" The female voice over there seemed to become energetic immediately.

"Yes mom, it's me..."

"My baby, Nick...that's great, thank God you're all right..."

"I'm sorry, Mom..." Hearing his mother's trembling voice, even a little sobbing, Nick had a sore nose and lowered his head guiltily, "This is all my fault."

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A woman in her early 40s rushed to the gate of Yan Jing's community in the dark, while Yan Jing and Nick were already standing under the street lamps waiting for her arrival.

"Nick, it's a good thing you're fine." Agnas embraced Nick tightly after seeing him, "Mom is really worried about you."

"Mom, you hug me so tightly that I can't breathe." Although Nick was complaining, everyone could hear that he was actually very happy in his words.

Agnes and Nick, mother and son, kept thanking Yan Jing after showing their deep love for each other.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jing, if you hadn't told me in time, I would have gone crazy with worry."

"Just call me Yan, it's nothing, it's all right." Yan Jing felt that the title "Mr. Jing" really didn't suit him.

Nick asked Yan Jing one last question before leaving.

"Yan, can I still come to you in the future?"

"Of course, as long as we have time, why not? Maybe we can go to Westfalen together."