[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

In the early morning, Alao got up after washing and went down to prepare for morning exercises. The door of our "Robin Man" room opposite the door was closed tightly. Alao closed the door gently and tiptoed down the stairs.

In the open kitchen, Russ is preparing breakfast and lunch for the ride for two.Fresh cheese for breakfast and dry cheese for lunch, with Aarau helping and giggling.Of course Lars understood what he was laughing at, and said with some self-mockery, "So, the French and Italians live to eat, while we Dutch eat to live."

Although romance comes to mind when mentioning the Netherlands, the Dutch are of course not only romantic, they also have a pragmatism that respects nature.Here you can enjoy dishes from various countries, but more, you can also become a Dutch "citizen" who advocates simplicity but loves life.

However, compared to a simple daily breakfast, Lass, who is afraid of the hungry children who travel, has already prepared a relatively rich lunch.The mashed potatoes called Stampot, which are mixed with potatoes, meat, and vegetables just made in the morning, are packed in a crisper, and the marinated smoked eel is packed in a vacuum bag.Alao kept praising Lars' great craftsmanship with satisfaction. Lars laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. He was praised, and he was talking about a young man who couldn't help but like him. Every mother could be satisfied.Seeing Russ rummaging through it, Aarau had no doubt that the mother was planning to bring a bottle of wine for the two of them, even though neither of them was old enough to drink.

Just when the two of them were almost ready, the creak of the stairs announced that the young master of the Van Persie family had come down.The boy's hair was a little twisted to one side, and the water was still hanging on his cheek, which should have been washed hastily. He walked over and sat lazily by the dining table and lay down, staring unfocusedly in the direction of the two of them.

Alao looked at the mother next to him and glanced at his son, shrugged and laughed, and felt more and more joyful about the boy's head shape.In any case, it's okay to go to the theater, and Arau would never agree to travel with this non-mainstream hairstyle.According to what Lars said, he found the stereotype water, and Aarau patted the shoulder of the young man who probably slept too late last night so he was unconscious, and he lifted his head feebly.Seeing this hedgehog's rare doormat appearance, Alao looked at Lars with some helplessness, "I can't go today, right?" Who knew that Lars didn't feel distressed at all, "Why don't you try throwing him in the bathtub?"

Seeing that the person concerned didn't react at all, he probably didn't hear it, but Alao shivered abruptly.He held Robin's face up, as if there was a place to support it, and the 14-year-old boy rested his head on his palm.Alao helplessly supported him with one hand, and grasped his frizzy hair with some difficulty with the other hand. Lars had basically finished his work, and he smiled and watched him play with his son's hair.

When Alao basically got his hair done, Van Persie was almost awake. He touched his hair uncomfortably and Alao slapped it off. Alao covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly. "At least I can see people." Si stood aside while holding back a smile and giving a thumbs up.These skills can be regarded as what Lou van der Ley has been immersing in for many years. Whether it is Guti who has always tried to be at the forefront of fashion in Madrid, or the charming Beckham in Manchester, England, he has been instilling in him that his head can be broken and blood can be shed , The true meaning of the hairstyle can not be messed up.

Although I still don't really believe in this guy's craftsmanship, but since his mother said that Van Persie was skeptical, she completely ignored the advanced black skills her mother showed all the time.It is estimated that this is the kind of mother who can watch her 14-year-old son's hair sticking out of his head like a hedgehog.

In the end, does Aarau really regard him as a hedgehog because of his personality, or does he regard all this as the long ears of a rabbit-toothed boy.

Lifted two bicycles from home, took the luggage prepared for departure, and the two said goodbye to Russ and started cycling.Van Persie, as a Rotterdam native, especially a Rotterdam native who often hangs out, is very familiar with the road to the village of Kinderdijk.Of course it would be great if someone showed the way, and Aarau rode behind Van Persie quite leisurely.

The road from Rotterdam to Kinderdijk is said to be very short, but it is actually not an easy trip to ride a bike.Simply put, both of them are athletes with extremely high physical requirements. Although Van Persie is still young, it is not too difficult.

The sun is just right, and the sun is not too strong. Of course, the high-rise buildings in Rotterdam are far more modern than Amsterdam, but they still maintain the characteristics of the Netherlands, with houses of various styles on both sides of the road along the way. All kinds of people have the illusion of passing through multiple countries.During the break, the two stopped on the side of the road and drank water. The mild sunlight turned into sun exposure. When it was too hot, the two of them simply took off their shirts.

Many people say that the Netherlands is very similar to Italy from a romantic point of view, but in fact there is still a big difference.Italian men are always well-dressed, while Dutch men are more unrestrained and topless; Italians like to drink coffee alone while looking at the sparkling river, while Dutch men prefer to get together and drink beer.

When they finally arrived, the appearance of the two sweating profusely showed that it was definitely not easier than a ball game plus training.Kinderdijk, a village with a playful name, still old buildings with still working windmills, reminiscent of Dutch life in the 17th and 18th centuries.Most of the people who live here are farmers and depend on nature for their livelihood.After the two came in, they saw a lot of old people sitting on the grass looking at the windmill sketching by the lake. The peaceful smiles on their cheeks made the two people who were a little hot couldn't help but settle down.

Compared with the windmill village with many tourists, Kinderdijk is a more comfortable and peaceful place.The street lamps on both sides of the road also look like exquisite windmills. There are cute teddy bears and expensive wooden shoes in the window on the street. Compared with visiting the internal structure of the windmill, the two of them are actually more like looking for a scenery. Beautiful place for a picnic.

He took out the lunch prepared by Lars, and before Aarau had spread the picnic tablecloth, Van Persie had already sat down on the grass and opened the food box.The lake under the sun and the windmill not far away constitute a moving and beautiful scene, and not far away there are a few boys playing football together.

Lars's craftsmanship cannot be reflected in such simple dishes. Van Persie lay lazily on the grass with half-closed eyes, looking sleepy after a full meal.Alao stretched contentedly, dragged out the drawing board in his backpack, and began to draw like the old people he saw before.

Van Persie didn't know how long he had been in a daze. When he sat up, there was no other sound besides the chirping of birds. Not far away, Lou van der Ley was seriously looking at the drawing board in front of him, his whole body seemed to be covered with a golden halo.He lowered his head slightly, his expression was peaceful and serene, the corners of his mouth were imperceptibly curved into a smile, one hand rested on his raised leg, his movements were natural and unrestrained.His back is straight, as if there is great tenacity in his tall figure.

Van Persie broke away from the daze, and leaned over to look at Aarau's painting book with some curiosity.But in fact, Aarau was not as focused as he thought. When he noticed Van Persie coming, he simply closed his pen and put the drawing book aside.He looked at the children who were playing happily not far away, and suddenly remembered something, "So, are you planning to join Feyenoord?"

Van Persie didn't answer right away, he kicked the grass roots under his feet, "After all, I can't go to the SPV elite." At the same time, compared to SPV, Feyenoord is of course better.

"As you know, I was born in Amsterdam, and my father was a player. He played football with me when he was young, but he didn't ask me to really become a player in the future." Aarau lay down on the grass On the ground, in order to block some of the dazzling sunlight, he raised his hand to block it, so that Van Persie could no longer see his eyes, and it only took a moment for Lou van der Rey to lose a layer of temperature.In fact, those gray eyes always make people feel cold at first sight, but those who are familiar with them know that sometimes even if Lou Vandre is not smiling, his eyes are faithfully expressing a smile.

"At that time you were a midfielder and not a goalkeeper." Van Persie said, Aarau was slightly startled, as if he was a little surprised that he would know this, but he quickly reacted and repeated, "Yes, at that time I was a midfielder and not a goalkeeper. Not a goalkeeper."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Van Persie's ankle, and the boy jumped in surprise and almost missed the palm of Aarau's livelihood.Arauhun didn't care about his overreaction, "Your parents are artists, you don't have to be a player. But Robin, if you want to be a real superstar, your right foot is definitely not enough." of."

"Of course I know, and I will..." Van Persie couldn't continue to retort, "However, I spent the same time on my right foot, which is of no use at all. Feyenoord are considering signing me, too. Because I have a great left foot."

"Real Madrid originally signed me because I played in midfield, but then I became a goalkeeper." Aarau didn't think that was the reason, "and at the beginning you definitely use the left foot to solve the problem subconsciously. , Choose to hide your right foot." He shrugged, "It's like when I started as a goalkeeper, when I caught the ball with both hands, I always subconsciously thought that the referee would give me a red card."

Van Persie thought about that scene and couldn't help laughing.Alao was a little helpless, and the good teaching atmosphere he had created was wiped out like this.

Probably because Lou van der Ley's depression was too obvious. In the end, Van Persie promised to strengthen his right foot training while not neglecting his left foot.Aarau thought to himself that he had finally completed the task assigned by Van Basten.

Regardless of whether this kid is real or just perfunctory, at least he has completed the task.

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow is my captain's birthday, I wish him all the best in Türkiye.

Although our opponent in the qualifiers for the third place in the group (!!! I also want to know why it is third!!), but you can definitely do it!I only believe in you whoever cuts a knife and jumps a horse.

In addition... I am only a second-rate team, begging the first-rate team to abuse me.

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In the blurred eyes of tears, he still has his last dream,

Later, for what reason, it fell through, and I can't tell the whole story.

Afraid of losing the person he loves the most, he used to wait stubbornly,

Who knows the ups and downs, there is only one left, a damaged life.

He went back all the way, forgetting the cruelty of fate,

Those fragments of happiness are tied together, afraid of being forgotten bit by bit.

The fate of this life owes a goodbye, and the scars will never heal from now on,

If longing can reclaim tears, will time stop in the past,

I hope that the once barren heart can still open up a piece of prosperity.