In the early morning when Germany and Italy were eliminated in the summer of 2006, he cheered on the other end of the phone. I'm so pissed, thanks to you who are still learning German, Germany is so happy after losing. He laughed, football, everything had to give way in front of Italy.
Later, it was estimated that he was really unhappy to see me. He said, "Never, don't cry. If we fight again in the Euro 2008, I will bless Germany to win, right?"
The truth is, Germany didn't meet Italy, Germany was lucky to reach the semi-finals (now in the final) and Italy didn't.
The fact is, he did not wait until the 2008 Swiss-Austria summer. A sudden serious illness at the beginning of the year, he did not have enough luck to survive the winter.
I used to say to him before, that's what you are good at, you won't be heartbroken when you see you, and you won't feel sad when you don't see you. But when I never see it, I feel like the master described it, like the person who was shot in the middle of the night, and the blood spurted out of nowhere, and he was so surprised that he had to search for the wound everywhere, and he felt no pain all of a sudden. The people who are still with me today are separated in a blink of an eye. When I thought I would meet in the near future, fate made a joke and cruelly declared that this day would never come. When he turned around, he thought it was just a short distance away, but it became the end of the world that could never be crossed. What I lost was a good friend, a good brother, and a conscientious person who accompanied me, a little white, to watch the game.
While in the hospital, I threw four thick sketchbooks onto his bed. I said, give it to you, but if you get sick, you have to give it back to me.
I remember his surprised look. I said, seven years of hard work, now for you, you dare to say that I don't value you.
He wondered, you, why did you do this, how could anyone collect this.
I laugh, you boys have a database in their heads, all of them are experts, just Baidu and Google, I can't, I can't remember anything if I don't write it down.
Some things can't be explained by themselves. Elementary school graduation summer vacation.
Why I fell in love with football when I couldn't read it.
Why do I ask each household in the community if there is an old newspaper for football, the older the better.
How did I endure my parents' white-eyed house in the room and laugh at the text that is covered with dust or has become yellow or even stained with dirt.
How I turned down an invitation to hang out with girls in my class in order to listen to the fanboy who provided the newspaper talking about football.
For the next seven years, how did I get used to finding all the words and phrases related to football, and how I snapped them down and collected them in the sketchbook.
After doing one thing for seven years, I myself don't understand what is supporting me.
The black and white photo of Gullit holding a guitar is a favorite. Enrique's bloody Tassotti's elbow. Laras golden goatee. How handsome is Frings when he has short hair. Ronaldinho chewing gum is his favorite. Ramos tattoo. Klinsmann's bakery. Robben stood alone in the harsh orange of the door. Suker's left kneecap. Baggio's melancholy back I only care about braids. Henry was lying in the goal. Zizou scored a goal and knocked down the mineral water bottle inside the goal. Kaka raised her hands to 1 in celebration, like a physics teacher. Zico in the sky. Caricature face of Kahn. Piggy and Xiaobo's innocence. Villa and Torres hugging each other stimulated my urge to rot. And there's...
the joys and sorrows that scatter on the fringes of football.
Entire cows on a Dutch farm are dyed orange, which is not a sign of the farmer's love. And for me, it's a pity that I don't remember it and can't see it from time to time.
He tsk tsk while looking at it, it's really precious, the little girl is careful, I want it, and I won't pay you back when I get sick.
In fact, when he said this, we both understood that the disease is not going to get better.
I told him more than once that the threshold for football is too high, or I have no talent. After watching F1 for two or three years, I went out and boasted that I was a die-hard fan. But I've been chasing football like crazy for eight years, and I still feel like I'm ball-blind. I don’t dare to mix in the fans when I go out. I’m afraid that others will say that I’m an idiot and pretend to understand. I’m afraid that it’s more fun than other people say that girls are making fun. I’m afraid that a small technical problem will be enough to choke all my words. I don’t have enough confidence. Had to sneak around.
I am grateful that he never mocked me for being fake. When watching the ball, he is very good at touching my mind. As long as I don't make a sound, he will explain it to me like a commentator, and it's very funny.
When I think about it carefully, most of the time I use my mobile phone, and he only watched three games with me in total.
Once, at a bar. I said I don't go to bars. He said it was just a college class party to watch the game. I said yes. It was so boring that half of the time, I couldn't bear to find a room to sleep.
Once, in an Internet cafe to watch Albertini's farewell match. He drew a gorgeous squad and Demi was the one who brought me into football. I cried when Demi, 34, cried like a child and said, "It's my dream to have a farewell match here." The departure of the team vice is a shortcoming that AC can never make up for. For a long time, he said, he left, there are so many smokers here, you are crying when you are smoked.
Once, in his uncle's company, he said that he wanted to witness Milan win the championship, and he was in high spirits with half a case of beer. As a result, before halftime was over, he was too drunk to finish a bottle of wine. I pushed him with the seat out of the door and locked it. Early in the morning I opened the door and he yelled and didn't see the second half. I hum, it's useless, my girls haven't poured three bottles yet. He pouted, how do I look outside. I laughed out loud, I was afraid you would have sex after drinking. He was hit hard on the head.
It used to be a habit that when something went out, when he passed a place near Tongji, he would go over and look at him. Although he graduated for a long time, Tongji has always been his base. He's the first time I've met someone who's extremely passionate about football but disdains other sports.
After he left, I went to Tongji once, and the junior he played with was actually on the basketball court. Someone who was obviously two years older than me suddenly blurted out, "Sister-in-law, I am very embarrassed." Because it never started, his brothers never called him that before, and he didn't want to make such a joke after he died. I have no experience in dealing with dilemmas, and maybe I won't go to Tongji Stadium again.
The last time I was in the hospital, I joked that it seemed that I was really ~ going to be single~.
He said, bullshit, who doesn't know you have a crush on YG. After a while of silence, he laughed, it's okay, it's okay that you never agreed to me. Otherwise I am guilty.
No, no, no, I shook my head, I have no talent, no color, no money, no temper, and I am lucky when I encounter a blind eye like you, but I am unlucky not to be together.
He interrupted me, come on, don't take Jinjiang's romance as nauseous.
I can only say, if you are really together, your mother is not happy.
Later in April, I said to his mother, Auntie, burn a ball for my brother. Auntie didn't understand, what ball? I laugh, that kind of ball with a diameter of 22 cm. Auntie also smiled, understand, burn a ball.
The gift he received on his birthday in 2006 was a CD, which is "Germany, a Summer Fairy Tale". He said that I couldn't find a translator online, so I had to do it myself. When I looked at the translation, I was moved, but I still insisted that this is the only use for you to learn German.
Germany is going to the final today, so I watched it again. It seems that there is already a version with subtitles downloaded online, but I still choose to watch it while facing the WORD document.
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