Legendary Road

Even though football is a beautiful sport that can create miracles, it doesn't mean that miracles will happen every day and everywhere like the shitty dramas on the street.

The hearts of Dortmund fans were raised in their throats at the last moment because of an angry shot by Sieber, who had just come off the bench, and fell into the ice cellar at the next moment because of Neuer's steady save.

In the face of the absolute strength of Bayern Munich, Dortmund lost this game.Maybe they haven't lost many games throughout the year, but there is no doubt that they lost the most critical one.

This night at the new Wembley, there were no miracles that people talk about.

When the Englishman blew the whistle for the end of the game, Yan Jing saw the ecstasy of the Munich people, and then saw the boys in Dortmund who were doing their best... helpless and dazed boys, or depressed. He turned his head and looked blankly at the white line extending all the way under his feet, or sat down on the grass and buried his head in tears, or collapsed on the ground without even the strength to cry.

Yan Jing saw the tears of the Bayern Munich fans. It was the uncontrollable joy of winning the Champions League three times in four years and finishing second twice.

Yan Jing saw the tears of Dortmund fans.As the No.12 players on the court, their performance today is absolutely perfect, and the 11 players on the pitch have almost done everything they can.

Yan Jing saw Klopp comforting the boys, even his own face was full of loneliness and unwillingness.

But it is because they have tried their best but are still losers that their tears are so painful.

"It's... just a little bit..."

Yan Jing felt extremely irritable when he heard Nick's trembling and sobbing words, and turned his head to stare at a pair of sky blue eyes full of tears - he wanted to cry too, but his self-esteem told him Never cry.

"...Nick! Don't cry like a bitch, no one is dead!"

"But we lost the championship! It's not a shabby cup, it's the champion of the Champions League! Yan, you are too indifferent!" Nick got up angrily, and out of control, he yelled at Yan Jing, "You still think you can do it every year?" There is such a good opportunity! Damn, why don't you bastard die?!"

"Come on, Nick." Yan Jing's eyes looked terribly calm, "did you cry when we didn't even enter the European competition? Now we are the runner-up of the Champions League, why do we act like we have been relegated?" It looks like it’s gone? Why don’t we have a chance to come again in the future?”

The expression on Nick's face froze like a hedgehog whose hair had been poked into soft flesh, and he waved his clenched fist in surprise, looking ready to give Yan Jing a blow at any time.

However, the facts made him irrefutable-he still remembers the first year, he was thanking God for Dortmund's successful relegation, instead of crying that the team had just relegation.

Nick tried to find some reasons to convince Yan Jing; "It's different, we were going bankrupt then, but now..."

Yan Jing turned his head and ignored Nick, he looked at the Dortmund players on the pitch.Although it was difficult for them to recover from the sadness and disappointment, they still walked towards the Dortmund fans under the leadership of coach Klopp, thanking the fans for their spare support with tears in their eyes.

I don't know who in the crowd slapped vigorously, and the Dortmund fans who were immersed in grief woke up like a dream.Immediately afterwards, a few people in the stands began to applaud, and then the applause gathered like a tide in every Dortmund fan's place, and it lasted for a long time.

The temporary podium to welcome the championship has been completed, but the Dortmund players still have to endure the pain to receive the silver medal that represents failure.

Bayern fans stopped celebrating at this moment, they gave their opponents warm applause, this is not the winner's pity for the loser, this is the best respect for the opponent who is doing their best!

"If, if it were me..."

Someone whispered softly in the noisy crowd.

Nick had stopped crying, the only thing in his teary-eyed blurry vision was the Champions League trophy, which glistened blindingly in the blinding lights of the Wembley Stadium roof.The trophy, which symbolizes the highest honor in Europe, was once close to them, but now they can only watch their opponents raise the trophy high, and hear their opponents cheering "Bayern is the champion!"

"Yan, we still have a chance next year, right? Like you said, we have such a good group of lads, there is no reason... Yan? Yan?!"

Nick turned his head, and suddenly found that Yan Jing, who was still beside him with a cold face and taught him a lesson, had disappeared.

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This is the first time that Yan Jing has left the field early before the players left.

In the past, regardless of success or failure, he would always wait until the crowd was almost gone before leaving, but this time he left without making a sound.

Bright street lights dotted the empty streets, and behind Yan Jing, who was in a state of despair, there was a sea of ​​jubilation.The Wembley Arch Bridge spans the entire roof of the stadium and draws a bright bridge of light in the night sky, and a fleeting stream of light in the center of the slowly turning London Eye.This ray of light passes through the overhead steel on the Wembley Arch Bridge, and reflects to the ground, deeply elongating and engraving Yan Jing's lonely back on the ground.

Because of the UEFA Champions League final held at the new Wembley Stadium today, traffic control was implemented in Northwest London, which allowed Yan Jing to walk on the wide road unscrupulously.

"Damn it, it's just a loss. Wouldn't it be nice to win it back next year..." Yan Jing scratched his messy hair angrily, and said to himself irritably, "Don't be as stupid as Nick, Yan Jing."

Probably Yan Jing himself didn't realize that his infinite desire for victory had already been deeply embedded in his brain, and it was infinitely magnified at the moment of failure.

Just when Yan Jing was still tangled in his heart, a car with night lights on suddenly jumped out of the dark corner of the street and galloped towards the place where Yan Jing was standing.

Hearing the roar of a car engine, Yan Jing suddenly turned his head.The dazzling headlights seemed to have the ability to hypnotize Yan Jing, making Yan Jing freeze in place and unable to move, while the car that was getting closer and closer to him showed no sign of stopping.

"Bam—"

The violent sound was covered by the cheers of the crowd. In the next second, Yan Jing and the vehicles disappeared into the vast night, and the street was quiet.

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"Mr. Zorke, I, I didn't mean it, and I didn't expect my shot to knock this gentleman out..."

The bright sunlight streams through the glass windows onto the white sheets, and the strong smell of disinfectant fills the nostrils.

A young boy with an immature face stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at the German man across from him, explaining with trepidation.

The middle-aged man called Zorke by the boy sighed indistinctly, then stretched out his hand and patted the boy's shoulder to comfort him, "Yes, of course I believe you didn't do it on purpose, Mario."

Zorke received a call from the staff around nine o'clock in the morning.The other end of the phone panicked and told me that the new equipment custodian was shot in the head by an 11-year-old U13 player with a heavy cannonball. Went to the hospital for emergency treatment.

"Damn it, all this shit is coming!"

Zorke hung up the phone, it was like a head and two big ones.Because the club raised a certain amount of funds from going public in the past few seasons, the management bought a large number of stars like a gamble to improve the team's performance, and the endless squandering made the club nearly [-] million euros in debt.

A few days ago, the German Football Association also sent a fax, warning them that if they do not solve the team's debt problem, they may have to be relegated to play in the Bundesliga next season.

And it wasn't just the German Football Association who sent faxes, some well-known players in the team also sent transfer applications one after another, trying to escape from this team that even had to rely on bank loans to pay the players' salaries.

As the sports manager of the team, Zorc not only has to work overtime every day without overtime pay to deal with the unreasonable demands of greedy agents, but also personally comforts the panic-stricken, who might quit his job one day Employees.

But at this time, this kind of fucking trouble came again.

An 11-year-old kid stunned an adult with a shot, what are you kidding?

The corner of Zorke's mouth twitched twice, holding back a series of swear words.

In the end, his sense of responsibility to the team made him give up his lunch break and drive to Dortmund Public Hospital to visit the unlucky guy who was knocked unconscious by the ball.

Doctors told Zorc the patient was not life-threatening, but a moderate concussion could cause temporary amnesia or confusion in the patient.However, this symptom will not last for too long, and it will return to normal after a period of time, and generally speaking, it will not leave sequelae.

This somehow relieved Zorke's hanging heart.

Zorke entered the ward after obtaining the doctor's consent. In the ward, he also saw a child who might only be in his early ten years, and subconsciously asked, "Is this your father lying here?"

Immediately after, Zorke cast his eyes on the hospital bed, and the pale young oriental face told him clearly that his question just now was extremely stupid.

The one lying in the hospital bed was an Asian, and the troubled child had a European face.

Hearing Zorke's voice, the boy shrank back like an electric shock, and then turned his head.

He looked at Zorke with a look of surprise, and before Zorke could ask, he explained the reason of the matter from beginning to end.

It turns out that this young man is called Mario Gotze, and he is a shining star in Dortmund's U13 echelon.

The team originally did not arrange training tasks this morning, but Gotze still chose to give up the rare time to stay in bed on the weekend, and chose to go to the base to practice his shortcoming-shooting skills.

In the warm sunshine in the morning, after completing the warm-up, Gotze decently started to use his toes to perform simple long-distance movement of the ball, and tried a few difficult movements with his knees to stop the ball and then volley, but the result was All ended in failure.

But since they are all willing to give up sleeping late, how could Gotze lose confidence because of a few failed shots?

Holding the ball in his arms, Gotze recalled the tips the coach had told him several times.

Hmm... the key to firing a powerful cannon...

Gotze put the ball on the ground, and estimated that he backed up five meters, took a deep breath, and accelerated his run-up.

He led his thighs back to drive his calves forward, slightly bent his right knee to reduce braking and maintained balance for exertion, and when the instep touched the ball, he suddenly pulled upwards.

A beautiful heavy bombardment! —and hit the plane.

Before Gotze sighed, it seemed that he was almost going to shoot successfully this time, when a muffled sound suddenly came from not far away, which attracted his attention.

Not far from the entrance of the training ground, Gotze vented and fell to the ground alone.The ball he kicked was still rolling around the man, and the man didn't even make the cry of pain that he should have had.

Getze panicked immediately, needless to say what happened next.

In the eyes of Zorke who couldn't laugh or cry, Gotze buried his head in depression, peeking at the oriental man on the hospital bed from time to time, praying to God.

Hurry up and let this innocent and unlucky guy persecuted by him wake up, it's best not to make any more mistakes.Otherwise, it will definitely leave a psychological shadow on him, and I'm afraid he won't want to shoot well in the future.

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The memory in Yan Jing's mind still stays at the moment when he was knocked down by a car, and then comes like a tide of every glory and every loneliness of Dortmund in the past few decades.

In the chaotic revolving lantern memory, the picture finally stopped in the summer of June 2003.

Yan Jing opened his eyes.

The white walls and the glare of the sun were the first to catch his eyes. Yan Jing squinted his eyes, obviously not very used to the sun.

He rolled his eyes, and everything around him convinced him that he should be in the hospital.

...I'm not dead?

He moved his stiff arm, but accidentally bumped into the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and then he heard a child's exclamation.

"Mr Zorc, look, he's awake!"

... Zorke?Even if Yan Jing's mind hadn't come to his senses, he immediately recalled the memory about Zorke.

Zorc joined Dortmund as early as 1978. From his debut in the Bundesliga in 1981 to his retirement in 1998, his entire player career resume has only the name of Dortmund.

After hanging up his boots, Zorc moved into the club's management, where, as sporting director, he was responsible for managing the club's football teams at all levels.

It can be said that whether as a player or as a manager, Zorc has dedicated his life to Dortmund.

Zorc's greatness cannot be doubted, and all Dortmund fans will respect him from the bottom of their hearts when they refer to him.

Uh, so what's going on now is... Dortmund's down-to-earth sports manager came to pay him a special visit after learning about an unlucky Dortmund fan who had been in a car accident?

Yan Jing was proud of his seamless reasoning, and he raised his eyes moved to show Zorke that he had no problem.

However, when he saw the two people who surrounded him with concern, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Why the hell did Zorc's face look at least ten years younger? !

Also, who is the kid next to him, God, don't tell me he is Mario Gotze's biological brother, okay?