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Chapter 1 Forever Basten
Chapter 1 Forever Basten
The setting sun hangs on the mountainside, quiet and serene.
Liege is a quiet and somewhat dull city, especially in a relatively quiet country like Belgium.As a famous Belgian city in the heart of the Meuse and Rhine rivers, it is not as rigorous as its German neighbor Aachen, not to mention the city of Maestri next door, which is full of feasting and dancing girls.
But let's not forget that in Liege, the crazy city of extreme sports in Europe, there is never a lack of passion, motocross, windsurfing and of course - football!
"Hey, Nan, pass the ball!" Simao's loud voice filled the audience. In this relatively small stadium, more than a dozen boys in their teens showed their passion in the black and white world.
Belgium is a highly affluent country. The affluence mentioned here does not simply refer to how many millionaires there are in the country and how high the people’s per capita income is; more importantly, it is reflected in the government’s support for public welfare facilities, people’s livelihood guarantees, and welfare assistance. input.Small green fields like this can be found everywhere in Belgium, almost in every city. It does not mean how many people play football in Belgium. It is a kind of culture, a European way of life and life philosophy.
"I said Simao, are you tired!" Lennon spat, "Nan will pass the ball, and sows will give birth to paparazzi!"
Lennon's rudeness made the innocent Simao very angry. How could such an innocent boy like himself have such a worthless friend? Hey, it's unreasonable.
With a loud bang, Xiang Nan, who passed the goalkeeper, found that there was no angle, but he still managed to shoot. He kicked the ball heavily on the door frame, and Xiang Nan spat bitterly, "I Fuck!" Although the goal was not scored, the depression in my heart was more or less relieved.
Only then did I think of my brother Simao, and hurried over, "Hey, Simao, you also saw how elegant I was just now. By the way, playing football is like falling in love. I can't waste my time." After working hard for a long time, in the end, it’s time to switch to another player!”
Simao shrugged his shoulders helplessly, he was used to this for a long time.
"Xiang Nan, are you really only six years old!?" Lennon looked at the little Chinese boy in front of him suspiciously, "Also, the great love expert Simao solemnly warns you that falling in love is a matter for us adults! Children should not If you don’t understand, pretend to understand!”
I don't remember when it started, but Simao brought this yellow-skinned kid who was several years younger than everyone else to join the team.At the beginning, everyone routinely laughed at this Asian boy, which is a compulsory course for the Walloon football team headed by Lennon to welcome new players.But soon, the yellow-skinned kid shut Lennon up with his outstanding performance. In a team match, the Asian kid scored six goals, taking all the goals of his team and killing Lennon. That team has a meal.
There is no way, this kid's speed is too fast, when he runs with the ball, even if the rabbit chases him, he can't catch up, and Xiang Nan's skills are also good, I can't say, I really don't know how this kid got it of.
However, as soon as the ball hits Xiangnan's feet, the rest of the buddies can only watch the Chinese kid's extraordinary performance. People are willing to partner with Xiang Nan on the front line.However, this kind of situation is what Simao is most willing to see, because in the end, there is no way, thanks to the blessing of Xiangnan, Simao also directly moved forward from the goalkeeper position, and became the striker partner of the Chinese boy, which is considered rounded. It has always been a striker's dream. Anyone who has played wild football knows that the goalkeeper is usually the first choice for the guy with the worst skills.
It doesn’t matter whether Simao can play forward or not, Xiangnan can’t pass the ball anyway. However, Simao, who finally got his wish and became a forward, would still scream every time he played, hoping that he would bring it over. Little brother, I will show kindness and send myself an assist, it is best to hit the empty goal directly!Otherwise, he has no certainty of entering!
It was getting dark gradually, and a group of playmates bid farewell to each other and went home.
"Simang---" Xiang Nan smiled embarrassedly at Ximang.
"Allah, let's go!"
Xiang Nan's grandmother doesn't seem to like Xiang Nan running out to play football. Although she is an old overseas Chinese who has emigrated for many years, this Chinese-style thinking is still deeply rooted in the heart of the old man. What future can football have?Study hard, make progress every day, and be a good student obediently is the kingly way.
Therefore, although Xiang Nan is only six years old, he has already started to go to school, but because he is not old enough, he had to study in a preschool run by a Chinese compatriot.This kind of preschool is estimated to be unique to Asians, especially East Asia centered on China.This kind of early preschool education seems unreasonable and even cruel to Europeans, depriving children of the time to play happily in childhood.
So every time Xiang Nan came out to play football, he kept it from his grandma. No, after playing football, his body smelled of sweat, and he had to take a hot bath at Ximang's house before he dared to go home.
"Grandma, I'm back---"
Throwing her schoolbag on the bed, she quickly turned on the TV.
"Watch TV as soon as you get back! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
"En, en!" Xiang Nan's head nodded like a wooden fish, and his eyes did not leave the TV set.
This day was August 1995, 8. It was the moment when Xiangnan's favorite star, the Dutch king Basten, officially retired. The San Siro stadium was broadcast on TV, and the elegant Swan retired.
The grandma shook her head and smiled dotingly. Although she doesn't like playing football for her grandson very much, the old man can still understand and respect children's hobbies. It's okay to watch TV. After all, today's TV is not good for Xiangnan After talking about it for several days, I went into the kitchen and brought out the food.
"Fans and friends, hello everyone, this is Belgian National Sports TV Channel [-], I am Wil Morton, today is a sad day, Wil Morton is now waiting for this sad moment with everyone in San Siro, two years In the past, Van Basten still has to bid farewell to the green field." Wilmorton's words were not as passionate as they used to be, but full of a touch of sadness, and some were full of poetic nostalgia. A poet-inspired genius shooter, with a light and elegant style, stepping on the snow without a trace, and sealing his throat with a sword, he will never waste any chance in front of the door! He is a dancer on the green field, the most colorful in the black and white world Eternal memory! Great shooter!"
Listening to Wil Morton's melancholy and sad voice, Xiang Nan also felt uncomfortable.
"Wearing a red and black scarf around his neck, Van Basten is waving goodbye to the fans of San Siro, and is saying goodbye to the fans all over the world! He is saying goodbye to the green field! All the fans stood up, and thunderous applause was dedicated to this great man. Star, tears are eternal at this moment, forever Basten!"
Xiang Nan felt his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't want to reach out to wipe them away. He wanted to cry with fans all over the world, and cry for Basten's retirement.
Every classic moment of Basten's career is shown on the TV screen, every wonderful goal Basten scored in Milan and in the Dutch national team.
The 1988 European Championship was repeatedly played on the TV screen. In the championship match between the Netherlands and the Soviet Union, Basten scored the zero-degree goal. ".
Basten's first goal in AC Milan, the first goal in the national team, and the first goal in Ajaxi---
Every goal in AC Milan -----
In the Dutch national team -----
In Ajax -----
Wil Morton, who was commentating at the San Siro Stadium, was watching the screen quietly at this moment, and did not comment. At this moment, the commentator is redundant. This is a moment to recall the great glory that has passed away. It is a moment for fans to enjoy this great shooter. A happy moment for all fans!
Basten may not know that there is a little Chinese boy in front of the TV, crying for his departure. At this moment, so many people in the world are crying for the departure of this great shooter!
However, everyone understands in their hearts that at this moment, the heart of the Dutch star is the most painful, leaving the green field for which he has dedicated his life, leaving the days when the world is changing and the world is changing----
"Here, I want to condemn those who have polluted the purity of the green field, those cowards with black feet, who ruined Basten and a ballet genius on the court, please keep in mind A despicable name, 'Bolly', everyone despises it! Everyone knows that I, Wil Morton, am a civilized person, but for this kind of person, I will raise my middle finger without hesitation---"
"I despise you!" Xiang Nan beside the TV let out an angry voice.Although, because he lives in Liege, Xiangnan is a standard Liege fan, and has never been very interested in the gold medal commentator Will Morton, who is a fan of Anderlecht, but this does not prevent the two from having a good relationship at this moment. The same hatred.
The grandma, who was busy in the kitchen, frowned when she heard the standard national scolding of her precious grandson. If she had known, she would not have brought Xiangnan back to China. The last time I went back to China to visit relatives, it took more than half a month. The little kid didn’t learn anything. Authentic Beijing curse.
"Fuck you! ----" Xiangnan's angry cry came again!
It's too outrageous, a black line appeared on my grandma's forehead---"See how I will deal with this kid!"
(End of this chapter)
The setting sun hangs on the mountainside, quiet and serene.
Liege is a quiet and somewhat dull city, especially in a relatively quiet country like Belgium.As a famous Belgian city in the heart of the Meuse and Rhine rivers, it is not as rigorous as its German neighbor Aachen, not to mention the city of Maestri next door, which is full of feasting and dancing girls.
But let's not forget that in Liege, the crazy city of extreme sports in Europe, there is never a lack of passion, motocross, windsurfing and of course - football!
"Hey, Nan, pass the ball!" Simao's loud voice filled the audience. In this relatively small stadium, more than a dozen boys in their teens showed their passion in the black and white world.
Belgium is a highly affluent country. The affluence mentioned here does not simply refer to how many millionaires there are in the country and how high the people’s per capita income is; more importantly, it is reflected in the government’s support for public welfare facilities, people’s livelihood guarantees, and welfare assistance. input.Small green fields like this can be found everywhere in Belgium, almost in every city. It does not mean how many people play football in Belgium. It is a kind of culture, a European way of life and life philosophy.
"I said Simao, are you tired!" Lennon spat, "Nan will pass the ball, and sows will give birth to paparazzi!"
Lennon's rudeness made the innocent Simao very angry. How could such an innocent boy like himself have such a worthless friend? Hey, it's unreasonable.
With a loud bang, Xiang Nan, who passed the goalkeeper, found that there was no angle, but he still managed to shoot. He kicked the ball heavily on the door frame, and Xiang Nan spat bitterly, "I Fuck!" Although the goal was not scored, the depression in my heart was more or less relieved.
Only then did I think of my brother Simao, and hurried over, "Hey, Simao, you also saw how elegant I was just now. By the way, playing football is like falling in love. I can't waste my time." After working hard for a long time, in the end, it’s time to switch to another player!”
Simao shrugged his shoulders helplessly, he was used to this for a long time.
"Xiang Nan, are you really only six years old!?" Lennon looked at the little Chinese boy in front of him suspiciously, "Also, the great love expert Simao solemnly warns you that falling in love is a matter for us adults! Children should not If you don’t understand, pretend to understand!”
I don't remember when it started, but Simao brought this yellow-skinned kid who was several years younger than everyone else to join the team.At the beginning, everyone routinely laughed at this Asian boy, which is a compulsory course for the Walloon football team headed by Lennon to welcome new players.But soon, the yellow-skinned kid shut Lennon up with his outstanding performance. In a team match, the Asian kid scored six goals, taking all the goals of his team and killing Lennon. That team has a meal.
There is no way, this kid's speed is too fast, when he runs with the ball, even if the rabbit chases him, he can't catch up, and Xiang Nan's skills are also good, I can't say, I really don't know how this kid got it of.
However, as soon as the ball hits Xiangnan's feet, the rest of the buddies can only watch the Chinese kid's extraordinary performance. People are willing to partner with Xiang Nan on the front line.However, this kind of situation is what Simao is most willing to see, because in the end, there is no way, thanks to the blessing of Xiangnan, Simao also directly moved forward from the goalkeeper position, and became the striker partner of the Chinese boy, which is considered rounded. It has always been a striker's dream. Anyone who has played wild football knows that the goalkeeper is usually the first choice for the guy with the worst skills.
It doesn’t matter whether Simao can play forward or not, Xiangnan can’t pass the ball anyway. However, Simao, who finally got his wish and became a forward, would still scream every time he played, hoping that he would bring it over. Little brother, I will show kindness and send myself an assist, it is best to hit the empty goal directly!Otherwise, he has no certainty of entering!
It was getting dark gradually, and a group of playmates bid farewell to each other and went home.
"Simang---" Xiang Nan smiled embarrassedly at Ximang.
"Allah, let's go!"
Xiang Nan's grandmother doesn't seem to like Xiang Nan running out to play football. Although she is an old overseas Chinese who has emigrated for many years, this Chinese-style thinking is still deeply rooted in the heart of the old man. What future can football have?Study hard, make progress every day, and be a good student obediently is the kingly way.
Therefore, although Xiang Nan is only six years old, he has already started to go to school, but because he is not old enough, he had to study in a preschool run by a Chinese compatriot.This kind of preschool is estimated to be unique to Asians, especially East Asia centered on China.This kind of early preschool education seems unreasonable and even cruel to Europeans, depriving children of the time to play happily in childhood.
So every time Xiang Nan came out to play football, he kept it from his grandma. No, after playing football, his body smelled of sweat, and he had to take a hot bath at Ximang's house before he dared to go home.
"Grandma, I'm back---"
Throwing her schoolbag on the bed, she quickly turned on the TV.
"Watch TV as soon as you get back! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
"En, en!" Xiang Nan's head nodded like a wooden fish, and his eyes did not leave the TV set.
This day was August 1995, 8. It was the moment when Xiangnan's favorite star, the Dutch king Basten, officially retired. The San Siro stadium was broadcast on TV, and the elegant Swan retired.
The grandma shook her head and smiled dotingly. Although she doesn't like playing football for her grandson very much, the old man can still understand and respect children's hobbies. It's okay to watch TV. After all, today's TV is not good for Xiangnan After talking about it for several days, I went into the kitchen and brought out the food.
"Fans and friends, hello everyone, this is Belgian National Sports TV Channel [-], I am Wil Morton, today is a sad day, Wil Morton is now waiting for this sad moment with everyone in San Siro, two years In the past, Van Basten still has to bid farewell to the green field." Wilmorton's words were not as passionate as they used to be, but full of a touch of sadness, and some were full of poetic nostalgia. A poet-inspired genius shooter, with a light and elegant style, stepping on the snow without a trace, and sealing his throat with a sword, he will never waste any chance in front of the door! He is a dancer on the green field, the most colorful in the black and white world Eternal memory! Great shooter!"
Listening to Wil Morton's melancholy and sad voice, Xiang Nan also felt uncomfortable.
"Wearing a red and black scarf around his neck, Van Basten is waving goodbye to the fans of San Siro, and is saying goodbye to the fans all over the world! He is saying goodbye to the green field! All the fans stood up, and thunderous applause was dedicated to this great man. Star, tears are eternal at this moment, forever Basten!"
Xiang Nan felt his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't want to reach out to wipe them away. He wanted to cry with fans all over the world, and cry for Basten's retirement.
Every classic moment of Basten's career is shown on the TV screen, every wonderful goal Basten scored in Milan and in the Dutch national team.
The 1988 European Championship was repeatedly played on the TV screen. In the championship match between the Netherlands and the Soviet Union, Basten scored the zero-degree goal. ".
Basten's first goal in AC Milan, the first goal in the national team, and the first goal in Ajaxi---
Every goal in AC Milan -----
In the Dutch national team -----
In Ajax -----
Wil Morton, who was commentating at the San Siro Stadium, was watching the screen quietly at this moment, and did not comment. At this moment, the commentator is redundant. This is a moment to recall the great glory that has passed away. It is a moment for fans to enjoy this great shooter. A happy moment for all fans!
Basten may not know that there is a little Chinese boy in front of the TV, crying for his departure. At this moment, so many people in the world are crying for the departure of this great shooter!
However, everyone understands in their hearts that at this moment, the heart of the Dutch star is the most painful, leaving the green field for which he has dedicated his life, leaving the days when the world is changing and the world is changing----
"Here, I want to condemn those who have polluted the purity of the green field, those cowards with black feet, who ruined Basten and a ballet genius on the court, please keep in mind A despicable name, 'Bolly', everyone despises it! Everyone knows that I, Wil Morton, am a civilized person, but for this kind of person, I will raise my middle finger without hesitation---"
"I despise you!" Xiang Nan beside the TV let out an angry voice.Although, because he lives in Liege, Xiangnan is a standard Liege fan, and has never been very interested in the gold medal commentator Will Morton, who is a fan of Anderlecht, but this does not prevent the two from having a good relationship at this moment. The same hatred.
The grandma, who was busy in the kitchen, frowned when she heard the standard national scolding of her precious grandson. If she had known, she would not have brought Xiangnan back to China. The last time I went back to China to visit relatives, it took more than half a month. The little kid didn’t learn anything. Authentic Beijing curse.
"Fuck you! ----" Xiangnan's angry cry came again!
It's too outrageous, a black line appeared on my grandma's forehead---"See how I will deal with this kid!"
(End of this chapter)
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