Beckham nodded at Fang Jue, and nodded at Quaresma who was waiting to enter the field.

He turned and ran back to the football.

He wrapped the football with his jersey and wiped it hard twice.

Then place the football on the free throw point.

He took three steps back.

In the stands at Old Trafford Stadium, there was a boo first, and then the boo sounded louder and louder.

This is not an insult.

The boo included the fans who held up the banner of 'David, welcome home'.

Whether you hate him, like him, forgive him, and tolerate him, there is only one reason for this booing at this moment:

Worry!

The man standing in front of the football, his right foot, was scary.

The man's foot back then brought much happiness to Manchester United, and now I am even more worried and afraid.

Beckham took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and saw his blue Aston Villa's away jersey.

He looked up.

I saw Manchester United's wall.

That red jersey.

So familiar.

He once dreamed of wearing a jersey for the rest of his life.

In 2003, the flying boots.

The scars on the forehead.

That red color will always remain in my heart.

leave.

get away?

Who is right?

Who is wrong?

Do you regret it?

He doesn't know.

Old Trafford.

The air here, the atmosphere here, everything here is still the same.

But, that I'm missing.

I remembered that before the game started, I saw the back of the player channel, which was walking over as if he was cold.

After so many years, you are still so stubborn.

Even if you have so much gray hair.

His face is even older.

You are still so stubborn.

Old man!

Let all this, all the grudges and grudges flutter with the wind with this free kick.

The referee glanced at Beckham.

The whistle in his mouth was blown.

"beep!"

Beckham runs up.

step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Stand firm with your left foot.

The body leans to one side.

The hands swing freely one after another.

Free throw poses that everyone is very familiar with.

Swing your right foot.

Bang!

The football flew out, bringing a piece of grass chips at the same time.

A very, very wonderful arc.

Just like that beautiful rainbow.

Bypassed the wall of people that jumped up and blocked.

Bypassed the goalkeeper Van der Sar's fingers.

Roll up the snow-white ball net high.

Boom!

After a moment of quiet Old Trafford, there was a huge noise.

Beckham stood there, he didn't run.

No movement.

No celebration.

His hands covered his face.

Tears slid down my cheeks.

Between fingers, the floodlights are shining.

He seemed to have seen that afternoon for many years, under the shade of the trees, the wind blew his cheeks, which was very comfortable.

With his friends, he is also there.

They are all very young, very young;

At that time, he was still very strong and his voice was so loud:

His roaring sounds…and hearty laughter were heard throughout Carrington.

They called him 'Boss'.

They put their shoulders on each other, and their energetic young faces showed bright smiles at the camera...
Chapter completed!