Chapter 11: Lao Zhao

In a Sichuan restaurant that can be seen everywhere in a street, a few greasy tables are set with home-cooked dishes. On one side of the table are piles of empty beer bottles, and on the other side are bottles that have just been opened. Gao Zheng and Zhao Ju sat opposite each other, with a glass of beer in front of them. There is still two-thirds of the glass in front of Gao Zheng, and Zhao Ju has already started to add wine to himself.
"I'll just say that you won't give up your career dream!" Ha!" Zhao Ju apparently drank too much, and his voice was much louder than usual.
Gao Zheng is still awake: "I just can't play together to make money..."
Zhao Ju waved his hand quickly, exaggerating the range of motion: "Hey! What to say! Does not exist or does not exist! It stands to reason that you can not give me a penny of that money, but every time you give me half, I will You can get half the money by making a few calls... How can there be such a good thing in this world? I know you don’t have enough money, you know, you are helping me lame..."
"Old Zhao!" Gao Zheng tried to interrupt Zhao Ju.
But how can Zhao Ju, who has drunk too much, be easily interrupted? At this moment, he seems to have a stomach to talk to Gao Zheng, perhaps because he knows that from now on, he and Zheng will embark on two completely different life paths, and they may never again Meet. So if you don’t say those words now, you won’t have a chance to speak in the future.
"Don't interrupt me, buddy. I'm a lame. I know that the knee of this leg will hurt when it rains..." Zhao Ju patted his right leg. "There's nothing to deny, and I don't think there is any embarrassment for the cripple, but it's a little troublesome to find a job... So it's Zheng, you are helping me and contacting you for a game more than I earned in three days. I don’t have any friends. You, Zheng, are really kind to me, I know, I know well..."
"Old Zhao, you drank too much..."
"I know, of course I drink too much. How dare I say it if I don't drink too much?" Zhao Ju laughed and shook his head. "I know that you don’t want me to think that you are sympathizing with me. I know you are taking care of my self-esteem. I really thank you, brother... But I never wanted you to do it all the time. Take care of me to play those games. Really. You don’t need to play that kind of ball, professional football, Europe is where you should go! So I’m really happy for you now... Real! "
"You are the most talented in our group of players. Guiding Yang praises you every day. I remember when you first came, we all thought you were Yang guiding son... or why would you enjoy so many privileges? Later, we learned that, Brother Zheng, you are so good! Everyone is convinced!" Zhao Ju gave a thumbs-up and gave Gao Zheng more.
"You are not bad, old Zhao."
"Me? Ha! I'm far from you!"
"You can play professional football if you are not injured."
Zhao Ju was injured in the youth team of Dacheng Club, but in order not to lose his main position, he did not treat him in time, but continued to train and play with the injury. Eventually the injury was getting heavier, resulting in irreversible injuries, like Now, not only can't he continue to play football, he even limps.
Hearing Gao Zheng’s words, Zhao Ju smiled bitterly:
My strength is clear to me, even if I am not injured, I’m afraid it’s difficult to get out of the professional team. It’s the second Yan Qing, 20 I retired at a few years old... In fact, my brother, I sometimes regret why I chose football... You said I spent so much time learning football, what have I learned? What do I do now has to do with football It’s not a shit! I’m driving the car and pulling goods everywhere... My parents gave me this name, but I didn’t want me to play football... Why did my mother want to learn to play football? I didn’t. Talented in this respect..."
Listening to Zhao Ju's scolding, Gao Zheng didn't know what to say.
In fact, old Zhao is a victim of football. He did not enjoy any benefits in football. The skills he learned did not allow him to successfully find a job and support himself after leaving the greenery. It can be said that learning football has cost him a lot of time. If he went to school or learned a practical technique, would his life be completely different?
We always say that China's football talents are scarce and the mass base is weak. But professional football has always been the top of the pyramid, and every professional player is 100 times the loser and the eliminated. People only pay attention to the winners, but they are not interested in the fate of the losers, but the losers are also alive people. They also want to eat, they also want to find a wife, and they want to start a family...Who will be killed for them? A waste of more than ten years of youth and responsibility?
Some people in the football circle have questioned how many Chinese parents are willing to send their children to play football, but why not ask the parents why they are not willing to send their children to play football? Betting on the child's future to learn to play football, it is okay to say, what should most people do not do? Which parent is willing to let their children be the stepping stones and denominator of a successful person?
Gao Zheng couldn't tell the truth, but looking at the old Zhao who complained about his dislike and regret for football through Jiu Jin, he still felt that there might be something wrong with our football talent training...
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Zhao Ju didn't know how much wine he had drunk. Anyway, in the end, he almost got drunk and became a mess of mud. He said a lot of things he would never say, and he also showed a way that Gao Zheng would never see.
Gao Zheng settled the money and helped him go to take a taxi-Lao Zhao had so much to drink that there must be no way to take the bus.
But as soon as he walked to the side of the road, Zhao Ju suddenly heard a gagging sound, and then leaned down and spit out everything in his stomach.
Gao Zheng quickly patted his back, and Zhao Juwa vomited in bursts. At the end he finally vomited, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and rubbed his clothes again.
"Are you better, old Zhao?"
"better……"
"Sit down and rest." Gao Zheng helped him, and the two sat on the road together.
Evening wind blowing, although in the southern country, but the wind blowing in December also makes people chill.
"Bao Ge, I'm actually jealous of you..."
"Huh?" Gao Zheng accidentally glanced at Zhao Ju sitting next to him. He was lying on his lap, burying his head between his hands.
"It would be nice if I had the talent you have...I don’t want to drive delivery, I don’t want to live like this...I still want to play football, I still want to be a professional player, earn more than now, more than Now the scenery...not worrying about money or women. I still...still like football...I don’t want to be a lame..."
Zhao Ju said vaguely, and his voice changed when he spoke, and finally he choked.
Gao Zheng watched his shoulders shrug.
Old Zhao cried.
But Gao Zheng didn't know how to comfort him. It was easy to talk about chicken soup and beat chicken blood, but he didn't help the old Zhao who was in trouble.
After Gao Zheng was dismissed by AC Milan, he originally thought his destiny was unfair to him, but after returning to China to meet Lao Zhao, he realized that he was already lucky, and his destiny was even more ruthless.
It is said that happiness comes out relatively, but he does not want to be happy in Lao Zhao.
Gao Zheng, who didn't know what to say, could only hug Lao Zhao's trembling body hard and give him a little warmth on this cold winter night.
The cars drove one by one on the road in front of them, and the sound was constant. Across the highway, it is a bustling business district. The neon sign decorates the city’s night sky with rich colors. A huge Christmas tree stands in front of the largest building in the complex, which is full of colorful light bulbs. People entered the prosperous area in droves, and came out with big and small bags with satisfied and happy smiles, and then stopped in front of this huge Christmas tree to admire, colorful lights reflected on everyone's smiling faces, they held I left this colorful night scene when I started my phone.
This is just the corner of the capital city of South China. In this huge city, there are countless such lively places. In different places, there are similar crowds and hustle and bustle.
But the prosperity of this city has nothing to do with these two young people sitting on the side of the road.
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PS, I found out that I had two leaders. Among them, "Tianyou Shui" is an old leader. Readers who often read my book may also know.
I'm sorry that I can't help the leader to add more. I am trying to save the manuscript so that I can repay the debt when it is on the shelf...
Thanks to the two generous confederate lords!
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