"Although I'm not at Wimbledon, I'm still a Wimbledon fan. I hope there will be good news in a season. I'm your coach, you'd better perform better!" He pointed at Chu Zhongtian and said.

Chu Zhongtian took the initiative to extend his hand to him: "Hey, I have never performed poorly."

Russell did not shake hands with him, but slapped Chu Zhongtian in the palm of his hand.

"Good luck, mad dog."

Chu Zhongtian did not fight back and he was "sissy", and he suddenly thought of a question: "Does the blog understand?"

Russell waved his hand: "I'll tell him."

Chu Zhongtian stopped talking, just stood there, watching Russell pass through the gate and disappear behind the wall.

I once had a fight with him, but I was assigned to him by the coach for training and punishment. That happened just a whole year ago.

At that time, he called himself a mad dog and a sissy person. Now, "mad dog" has become a kind of intimate name. Things are impermanent, just like Russell would say goodbye to football completely because of this injury.

While teaching all those things to himself, was he very unwilling to accept it? He didn't regret it later? Have he ever thought about how good it would be if the injured person was not himself? How did he feel when he watched him running back and forth on the field? Is he jealous?

Faced with such a fate, what should I say and what can I say?

Chu Zhongtian sighed, turned around and ran to the woods to pick up the ball that had just shot there.

※※When Russell returned home, his mother was preparing dinner, while Luther was watching cartoons played on TV alone. He didn't see his father, but Russell knew that his father must be in the study at this time.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and knocked on the door of the study.

"Are you back?" Dad didn't look up, but continued to look at the book in his hand and asked.

"Hmm." Russell sat down on the chair next to him.

"Will you go tomorrow? Oh, by the way, tomorrow is the team's game day. So what about the day after tomorrow?"

"I won't go anymore, I won't go anymore. The summer vacation is over, Dad."

The father finally moved his eyes away from the book and looked at his son.

"You seem to have let go of your worries..."

"That's because I don't care much about playing football in the future, Dad."

"Really?"

Russell nodded: "Well, because I gave all those expectations and burdens to others."

My father corrected his sitting position, closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table, and asked, "Have you entrust your expectations and ideals for football to others?"

"Yes."

After receiving a firm answer from his son, the father raised an eyebrow. "I hope he won't let you down."

Russell's lips curled up: "I believe he won't let me down."

※※※ Chu Zhongtian pointed his chin with one hand and was stunned behind the bar. All the guests who should come to the evening came, and no one asked him for wine. He could walk around at this time.

For some reason, after talking to Russell in the afternoon, my mind was always filled with the words about him and the little things he had carefully taught himself in the past three months.

"Man, we don't have much time." This is Russell's favorite thing to say in three months.

Thinking about it now, why did Russell say that? He doesn’t have much time, but why did he say “we” don’t have much time?

Because he wants to teach himself as much of his own things as possible, right? That's why he doesn't have much time alone.

Why did he have to teach and help himself so hard? Just because we are friends?

"I am your coach, you'd better perform better!" Chu Zhongtian thought of this sentence again.

Found the problem.

Have you regarded me as your substitute, sissy? If I don’t perform well, will you feel that I’m not performing well? Wouldn’t you also want me to help you realize your unfulfilled ideals?

Do you want to play professional football?

The questions Emily had asked echoed in her mind again.

Chu Zhongtian pinched the coin in his palm.
Chapter completed!