Many fans who care about Brazilian football have raised such doubts. Why are so many Brazilian players who are doing well in Europe not loved by fans at all in Brazil?

Just like Rivaldo, when Europe was at its peak, Brazilian fans didn't like him at all.

There are also players like Kaka, whose style is also an unpleasant category in Brazil.

On the contrary, like Denilsen, this cycling prodigy performed poorly in Europe, but was very likable in Brazil, giving him countless praises, and some even regarded him as a representative figure of the Samba Football Renaissance.

Perhaps, the practical and concise style advocated in the European League will be given a clumsy title in Brazil, because what they admire more is the kind of using their own delicate techniques to control the ball under their feet like magic, shuttle through the court, and then pass through multiple opponents in succession, and then cross the goalkeeper, and have to knock the ball in with the heel.

This is called art!

Every country and every region has its own style and hobbies, which is understandable.

However, there will definitely be a group of people who will suffer a painful blow as a result.

For example, at the World Club World Championship in early 2000, half a year ago, Juninho once complained to reporters.

Or maybe this 18-year-old boy standing next to the Heliberto Stadium in the small hill city of Crisioma in southern Brazil and watching the staff clean the stadium.

The Heliberto Stadium is the only football stadium in Krisioma, because there is only one football club, also called Krisioma, which was relegated from the Brazilian League Two at the end of last year and was relegated to the League C.

This is a professional club that is only insignificant in Brazilian football but has registered with the Football Association.

A fierce game just ended, and many miscellaneous items left behind by fans after the enthusiastic carnival were left. The bad turf on the court was being sorted and trampled by the staff, gradually returning to flattening.

It just seems flat!

When Maikon thought of this, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because it was precisely this grass that was not flat at all, but became his most realistic desire. He hoped that he could show his strength here and let everyone see him.

In his heart, there is always a wish that he wants to become a professional player!

His father is a football coach and now works in Krisio. When he was 13 years old, he sent him to the Gremio Youth Team to play football. However, a few months later, the opponent refused Macon, who was playing in the midfield at the time, on the grounds that he was too clumsy and had no physical fitness.

In the eyes of all Brazilians, it is difficult for people with clumsy movements to become stars. They like Ronaldinho's type. For players with more practical skills, they give clumsy evaluations, at least in possession.

Finally, he had to return to his hometown of Krisioma in shame and stayed in this club until now.

In the past few years, he has worked hard to train his body, and his position has changed from the original midfield to the current defender, but he has always lacked the opportunity to play for the first team.

He longs for such an opportunity!

"Maicon!" Father Manuel stood behind him and looked at his son, sighed, interrupting his son's thoughts.

“It’s time to go home!”

Maicon nodded silently, followed his father and walked towards the exit of the court. He did not forget to turn around and glance at the green grass. It was a green field, his dream, and his desire to prove himself, but he was so far away from him that he was a little doubtful if he had such an opportunity.

"The first team is ambitious this season and wants to return to the B League. You know, if you play in the B League, more people will pay attention, so you have to perform well. I believe that you will definitely find opportunities in the first team. If you don't, go outside and try it!" Manuel walked in front and said lightly.

He was also a player and now the head coach of the junior team, so he is very clear about the current situation in Brazil.

The defender has never been a type of disrespected, even if there are geniuses like Carlos and Kafu.

Therefore, in Manuel's view, it would be enough if his son could gain a foothold in the Brazilian league and be able to support himself with football. He did not have much demand.

"I understand, father!" Maicon nodded behind him and agreed.

The two walked out of the court and on the street.

The Krisioma is actually not big, and the block is small, so you can get home by walking.

After passing the newsstand, Manuel took out the coins and bought a copy of [Lance Sports], which is the most influential sports-related newspaper in Brazil, and most of the articles are about football-related content.

While walking, Manuel saw a message and smiled.

"Maicon, look!" The father pointed his hand.

Maicon took two steps forward, leaned over, and saw a news report in one of the small sections.

Lucio, the main central defender of the Brazilian international team in Porto Alegre, not far from Crisio, transferred to the traditional Dutch giant Ajax for US$2.5 million. The transfer amount was not large, but it still caused reports from Brazilian domestic media, especially the Lance Sports newspaper, which focuses on football.

"Lucio also performed outstandingly last year. He was selected for the National Olympic Team this year and was going to participate in the Sydney Olympics. Now he joined Ajax and left Brazil. His future is bright!" Manuel said with regret.

Almost all Brazilian players want to leave Brazil because here, they have low salaries, many games, and a complex environment. However, Europe is different. There are not many games all year round, but the salary is very high, the benefits are good, and social security is very good. And playing football there is easier to be known to fans all over the world.

When Maikong heard this, a hint of envy appeared in his eyes, but it soon turned into bitterness.

What is a guy who can't even play first-team in the Division C league?

"So, Macon, as long as you have enough strength, you will definitely be able to stand out!" Manuel did not forget to educate his son. He hoped that Macon could take Lucio as an example, train and compete hard, and strengthen his own strength.

"I get it, father!" Maicon nodded.

The father and son walked home along the block.

Because my father is a football coach, their home is pretty good, with an old small villa with two floors.

"Why are you back?" As soon as you arrived at the door, you heard your mother coming out of the house and complaining.

"What's wrong?" asked Manuel.

"The club called me just now and said I wanted to find you and Macon. I heard that they were going to sell Macon."

"What?" Manuel and Macon were both shocked when they heard this.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that you offended someone? Where are they going to sell Maicon? Can you still play football?" The mother started to cry as she said.

Manuel was shocked, but after all, he was a man. He quickly calmed down and calmed down. After thinking carefully, he always was cautious in doing things and did not offend anyone. How could he suddenly sell Maicon for no reason?

Thinking of this, he immediately walked over, grabbed the phone, pressed the number, and called.

Maikong also stood behind his father with a look of anxiety, waiting for the latest news.

"I'm Manuel, Julio, I heard you're going to sell my son, is that true?"

A man's voice came from the receiver on the phone, which was very loud and everyone around could hear it, "Yes, Manuel, I want to congratulate you, your son was taken aback by a great team."

"Awesome team?" Manuel was stunned. "Stop kidding, why did he sell my son? He has performed very well since he changed to play as a defender. Why did he sell him?" In the end, Manuel even burst out with veins, which shows that his heart was full of anger, and the anger he had betrayed.

Seeing that his father, who was always cautious and kind to others, now yelled at the club manager, Maicon couldn't express any emotion because he knew that everything his father did was for him.

"Manuel, don't worry, listen to me!" Julio on the phone was not angry at all, but smiled, "I tell you, do you know which club it has liked your son?"

"I don't know, nor do I want to know, I won't let my son transfer!" Manuel said firmly.

Julio on the other side of the phone laughed, "Don't be stupid, Manuel, if you know the name of this club, you will definitely agree, you will definitely be crazy, believe me, friend!"

Manuel and Julio looked good, but when they heard him say this, they felt suspicious.

"Then, which club do you think it is?" Manuel suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Given the higher level than Krisio, guess!" Julio was not anxious and played the puzzle with a smile.

"There are in the Bundesliga?"

"No, no, no, taller than them!"

When Manuel heard this, his eyes widened and turned around to look at his son. His heart was occupied by a sense of ecstasy. "Is it the team in the Brazil League? Oh my god, how could they look down on my son?"

When Maicon heard this, his heart was also blocked by ecstasy. The League One of the Brazilian Leagues is a league he never dared to imagine!

"No, no, Manuel, you still underestimate it!" Julio smiled.

"Although it's underestimated?" Manuel was stunned, but soon he got angry again. "I said, Julio, I'm in a bad mood now, especially don't like others to joke about my son's affairs. You'd better not mess with me!"

"I'll tell you the truth, Manuel, you must treat me to a meal, because I answered the phone. Let me tell you this, a European team has a crush on your son!"

"Europe?" Manuel felt dizzy, his head was buzzing and confused.

Europe is a good place that all Brazilian players dream of. Even if they go to the second and third-rate European leagues, it is much better than playing in the first-tier league in Brazil.

"Are you so happy?" Julio laughed, "I'll tell you again that this club is bigger than the sky. Their head coach came directly to Brazil, just to bring your son to Europe."

After a pause, Julio laughed, "If your son plays out in this club, he will be a top European star. Then you will laugh in your dreams!"

"Haha..." Manuel was a little happy, "Julio, I'll treat you to a meal. Tell me which club? Which country is from?"

"Netherlands, Ajax!" The name was said on the other side of the phone.

"Ajax?" Manuel's hand shook and the phone almost dropped.

Not only him, Maikon, who was standing beside him, almost tilted, and he was scared.

Ajax is a well-known team in the world. Do you like him?

"Yes, Ajax!"

"The Ajax who brought Lucio?" Manuel had to confirm.

Julio laughed and said, "That's right, it's that club. Their head coach lives in Porto Alegre now. They have negotiated with the international team for Lucio's transfer and plan to come to our club tomorrow and meet you."

"You... didn't lie to me?" Manuel couldn't believe his ears.

"Why did I lie to you?" Julio knew that Manuel must be crazy about being happy.

"Then... did the club agree?"

"Agree, $500,000, your son belongs to Ajax!"

After hearing this, Manuel's tears fell without any effort. He never dreamed that, no, he didn't dare to think that his son would be able to play football abroad one day, and he actually went to the European giant Ajax to play football. That was simply...

In the end, Manuel didn't know what Julio said, and he forgot how he hung up the phone. The only thing he still remembered was that his son was going to join Ajax and was going to play football in Amsterdam, Netherlands!

"Is this true?" Maicon looked at his father in disbelief after he hung up the phone.
To be continued...