Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"Can you concentrate a little bit?"

Juninho's virtual image looked impatient, "The talent is poor, you don't study hard, or you cross the English Channel, across the entire European continent, across the Ural Mountains, and have a job in the south of the Siberian permafrost. Technical school, you go over there, okay?"

Lindy looked at the goal in the distance and Juninho, who was thinking about it, did not answer, and ran up directly.

"Oh!"

"Hey, what a bully, look at that pigeon in the sky, it's so frightened that its hair fell off." The strange voice from the side sounded again.

Lindy rolled his eyes, a little annoyed, "Brother, you can teach me, please stop nagging, okay?"

"You can't even learn such a simple free kick, so you blame me for nagging?"

"Ha, it's so simple? I can't learn it? Did you teach it?" Lindy was furious.

"Why didn't you teach it? Go up, how difficult is it to rub the arch of your foot? I haven't taught you the deciduous ball yet! You have to learn the most basic curve ball, right?" Juninho crossed his arms and looked relaxed. look.

The corners of Lin Di's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he remembered when later generations ridiculed Qi Xuanzong as the head coach.

"Coach, I can't make it through the midfield!"

Qi Xuanzong: "Whether you fucking know how to play football, isn't it just like this first, then that, and finally there is a Marseille roundabout and it's over?"

Look at Juninho, you are not bald!

Seeing Lindy's appearance, Juninho finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Okay, okay, I'll demonstrate it again, watch carefully."

In Lindy's eyes, Juninho's avatar gradually became clearer.

A virtual soccer ball also appears on the lawn.

I saw him take a deep breath, as if he had returned to the way he was on the field back then.

Run up, step on your left foot, and lean your whole body slightly to the left.

Rub your right foot toward the bottom right of the football.

But Lindy noticed something different.

The moment Juninho finished his shot, his body suddenly leaned back.

This is?

In Lindy's eyes, the football flew into the goal with a beautiful crescent arc.

But football has an obvious parabola in the air.

Especially the fall in front of the door is even more weird.

"How did you do that?" Lindy asked unconsciously.

Juninho: ? ? ?

"Didn't I demonstrate?"

"What about the trick? Isn't there a key trick or something?"

"What's the trick, you can't finish rubbing your feet?" Juninho looked incomprehensible.

Lindy got a little angry, "System, what the hell is this? Can it still work?"

After waiting for a long time, the system did not respond.

Lindy immediately showed a smiling face: "Hey, that, senior, why do you have to lean back at the last shot?"

"Oh, you said that because you want to give the football an initial lift, so that the football can reduce the consumption of rotational kinetic energy when it rises, so that it can have the rotational potential energy of falling at the end." Juninho said Explain the 1+1=2 expression.

Only then did Lindy understand that although some people are very capable, they are not naturally suitable to be coaches.

Tactical back?

Lindy finally figured out his skills and began to sweat on the small training ground at home.

Special Olympics and Hedman on the side are responsible for delivering the ball and correcting posture.

In the afternoon, Lindy received a call from Dalglish.

"Wait for me at the door!" There was only such a simple sentence.

Unknown why, Lindy changed into casual clothes and saw Dalglish in black.

"Go change into a suit, all black."

Lindy seemed to have guessed something, nodded silently, turned around and went to change clothes.

...

"Do you want to prepare flowers?"

"No, everything is ready, in the back seat." Dalglish's face was still very serious.

Lindy turned to look.

Yep, full of flowers, even the trunk is probably full.

The two first came to a cemetery.

There were already two elderly people supporting each other, and they kept talking to the tombstone.

Dalglish led Lindy past, and Gerrard followed slowly behind.

"Oh~ woo woo woo~ Kenny, you're here~" the old woman hugged Dalgliesh, tears streaming down her face.

After greeting Lindy and Gerald, the old man turned to the tombstone with tears in his eyes: "Baker, Gerald and Lindy came to see you...yes, I came here to tell you a month ago, Lin Dee is already the 49th captain of Liverpool, today, they came together..."

In this way, Lindy and Gerrard accompanied Dalglish to pay homage to all the victims of that year.

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Just like Dalglish attended all their funerals one by one.

"Did you see, Brooke? This is Gerald, and Lindy...they came to see you together..."

"Ayler..."

...

"Andrew..." Lindy put his arms around Reed, and this man who was fighting so hard couldn't bear it anymore.

His wife was also wiping away tears, and the two have not had another child so far.

The pain of losing his son made Reed immerse himself in his work while running around trying to get justice for his son.

"Rest in peace, it's... dawn." Reed was about to say goodbye to his son.

But his wife stopped him.

In front of everyone, he took out a bag from the trunk of his car and slowly handed it to Reed.

"This is?"

"Since Andrew has rested in peace, I think all this should be over, and we still have a long future." While speaking, she turned her head and wiped her tears again, forcing a smile.

Reed seemed to have guessed something, and tremblingly opened the bag.

"Boom!"

He fell to his knees all of a sudden, revealing the red corner of the bag.

That is

That was the Liverpool jersey he once wore.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at his wife in disbelief, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes without knowing it.

"Go, I know you love football, and Liverpool, and I... love you too." She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, trying not to shed tears.

"This...is this?"

Trembling, Reid took out the Liverpool jersey that belonged to him.

Everyone can see that there is an obviously smaller jersey under this dress.

Lindy stepped forward, "Can you?"

Reed nodded, and Lindy picked up the suit and produced two sets of season tickets.

Glancing at Dalglish, the other nodded.

Lindy put the jersey on Andrew's tombstone.

And handed a set of season tickets to Reed, and lit another set on Andrew's grave, "Hello Andrew, I'm Lindy, the 49th captain of Liverpool, please, continue to be at Anfield and cheer for us. "

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