Chapter 1006 Harry Maguire!
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Lao Zuo
my name is harry maguire
I'm from Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England, and the football scene here is so strong that I knew from a young age that I would have football in my life.
And when I grow up, I will definitely play for Sheffield United and make my parents proud of me.
Yes, my parents, like old-fashioned orientals, think that only learning can change my destiny.
As Team Lin said, everything is inferior, only reading is high.
Football, that is a beautiful sport that I could only see by the window after school when I was young.
Only early in the morning, or at school.
That is the happy time that belongs to me alone.
But many times, happiness is short-lived.
As I grew up, I became a joke at school because I was significantly taller than everyone else and had a bigger head.
Although they can't beat me, it feels bad to be squeezed out by the children.
Yes, I cried, very sadly.
That's because a girl I liked also laughed at me along with those guys, and that was the first time I hated myself for having such a big head.
When I returned home with red eyes, what was waiting for me was just comfort.
"Harry, you need to deal with these issues yourself. We believe that you have enough ability and character to resolve those disputes."
My parents' intentions were good, but I lost my self-confidence when I was young.
In the morning, the sun was just right, but I just covered my eyes with the quilt.
When the warm sunshine no longer makes me sweat, it can only make me feel hot.
Yes, I can't play football at school because they won't take me.
In this way, my academic performance continued to decline. In the words of the teacher: "Harry is like a lonely big boy. You can see him walking alone in the crowd at a glance, just like he will disappear when he sits down." It's average in a sea of people."
Until one day, I believed that God also saw my loneliness and sadness.
On that day, the sun was just right, and I sat quietly on the edge of the court as usual, watching my classmates playing happily there, but the ridicule from time to time made me just bow my head and wait for school to end.
And my beloved football is lying quietly beside me. This should be regarded as another kind of company, right?
Suddenly, a piece of darkness enveloped the ground.
I'm afraid it's going to rain, so that's good, so I can find a quiet corner, I thought so.
"Harry, want to play football?"
The voice of Martin Mike, the physical education teacher, rang in my ears.
"Harry, want to play football?"
"Harry, want to play football?"
My heartbeat hit my chest like a burst, I raised my head, and what I saw was a gentle smiling face, like the sunshine behind him.
The familiar light descended again, and the surging heartbeat seemed to return to my body.
Running on the green field and sweating wantonly, I seemed to be coming back, but when I saw the students who were frowning and pointing at me not far away, I lowered my head again.
Some memories will not disappear in the sun.
The rising sun seemed to be setting fast again.
As if aware of my gaze, Martin Mike's voice sounded again: "Let's go, I'll take you to the school team for trial training. We just happened to have a midfielder who transferred to London. I think you can try it."
But I didn't move, and the voice that I couldn't hear not far away kept lingering in my ears:
"If that idiot dares to come here after listening to Martin, I must teach him a lesson."
"Hmph, this idiot doesn't know anything, I really don't understand what Martin wants him to do?"
"You say he's stupid, that pumpkin-like head is probably stuffed with canned herring?"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, a pair of powerful big hands grabbed my arms and made me stand up, "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your agreement, let's go."
Before I could react, I was taken to another venue, and the abuse behind me seemed to gradually disappear.
"Look up, Harry!"
Instinctively, I followed the cheers I heard in my ears, and that scene that I will never forget in my life appeared.
In the afternoon, on the court, running, sweating, the sun is shining, golden, and no longer hot.
What's more, the flying football keeps zooming in in my eyes until it occupies my whole world.
The surging power returned to my body at this moment.
"Hey!"
As soon as I exerted my strength, I directly pushed the football back into the penalty area outside the court. Everyone looked at the football in shock, and then at me.
Mr. Martin began to introduce me to the school team coach:
"This is Harry Maguire, the midfielder, he can run the game. He can get past anyone if he wants to."
Is this the first time I've heard such a high rating, just because of my performance on the pitch?
In order not to embarrass Mr. Martin, I mustered up the courage to straighten my chest.
At that time, I should have looked extremely funny.
And my parents finally agreed to let me play football.
As if in one day, my world returned to light.
Two years later, I joined the youth training camp of Barnsley Football Club and played as a central midfielder. My strength was enough to support me to gain an advantage in the fight.
But Sheffield United has always been my dream.
I have always recorded what Mr. Martin said in my diary, and I always take it out to read whenever I encounter difficulties.
That short text is like the light of God descending, giving me strength.
A few years later, I finally joined the Shercliffe youth academy as I wished.
In order to get a place in the first team, I was instructed by the coaches to become a centre-back.
Well, small dribblers with the most skilled centre-backs.
Two years ago, I got my wish to play in the Sheffield United first team. It was a feeling of homeless orphans finally finding a home.
Years of hard work finally paid off and dreams finally came true.
And my father finally came to the stadium to cheer for me.
That feeling is simply amazing, I feel like I own the whole world at this moment.
In just nine months, I won the Sheffield United Player of the Year and Young Player of the Year awards.
The coaches and teammates treat me like a younger brother. This is a feeling of home.
I was prepared to spend my entire career playing for my beloved Sheffield United.
But all of this was changed in the winter window of the previous year, just for 100 million pounds.
I was asked to sign a personal contract.
"Why? I don't want to leave here?" I can imagine my angry look, because I saw the face of the coach who was terrified and forced to be calm.
He didn't answer my question: "Harry, you're a professional footballer, not the kid who just arrived at Bramall Lane."
After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving only the serious sports director.
He told me the club needed the money.
On this day, I packed my bags and left Sheffield United, where I planned to play for my entire career.
Go to that strange Anfield alone.
According to Team Lin, this is called growing up.
In Chinese characters, growing up means that two people are cut from each other, leaving one part for the past and one part for the future.
If you lie flat and refuse to grow, you will be cut again.
A man's growth is not accompanied by anyone.
After all, these two words don't even have radicals!
Only by running and running can we say goodbye to our past self!
At this moment, in front of my eyes, the white figure was running towards David's goal.
Team Lin, I'm still running, Harry, I won't stop!
......
I'm from Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England, and the football scene here is so strong that I knew from a young age that I would have football in my life.
And when I grow up, I will definitely play for Sheffield United and make my parents proud of me.
Yes, my parents, like old-fashioned orientals, think that only learning can change my destiny.
As Team Lin said, everything is inferior, only reading is high.
Football, that is a beautiful sport that I could only see by the window after school when I was young.
Only early in the morning, or at school.
That is the happy time that belongs to me alone.
But many times, happiness is short-lived.
As I grew up, I became a joke at school because I was significantly taller than everyone else and had a bigger head.
Although they can't beat me, it feels bad to be squeezed out by the children.
Yes, I cried, very sadly.
That's because a girl I liked also laughed at me along with those guys, and that was the first time I hated myself for having such a big head.
When I returned home with red eyes, what was waiting for me was just comfort.
"Harry, you need to deal with these issues yourself. We believe that you have enough ability and character to resolve those disputes."
My parents' intentions were good, but I lost my self-confidence when I was young.
In the morning, the sun was just right, but I just covered my eyes with the quilt.
When the warm sunshine no longer makes me sweat, it can only make me feel hot.
Yes, I can't play football at school because they won't take me.
In this way, my academic performance continued to decline. In the words of the teacher: "Harry is like a lonely big boy. You can see him walking alone in the crowd at a glance, just like he will disappear when he sits down." It's average in a sea of people."
Until one day, I believed that God also saw my loneliness and sadness.
On that day, the sun was just right, and I sat quietly on the edge of the court as usual, watching my classmates playing happily there, but the ridicule from time to time made me just bow my head and wait for school to end.
And my beloved football is lying quietly beside me. This should be regarded as another kind of company, right?
Suddenly, a piece of darkness enveloped the ground.
I'm afraid it's going to rain, so that's good, so I can find a quiet corner, I thought so.
"Harry, want to play football?"
The voice of Martin Mike, the physical education teacher, rang in my ears.
"Harry, want to play football?"
"Harry, want to play football?"
My heartbeat hit my chest like a burst, I raised my head, and what I saw was a gentle smiling face, like the sunshine behind him.
The familiar light descended again, and the surging heartbeat seemed to return to my body.
Running on the green field and sweating wantonly, I seemed to be coming back, but when I saw the students who were frowning and pointing at me not far away, I lowered my head again.
Some memories will not disappear in the sun.
The rising sun seemed to be setting fast again.
As if aware of my gaze, Martin Mike's voice sounded again: "Let's go, I'll take you to the school team for trial training. We just happened to have a midfielder who transferred to London. I think you can try it."
But I didn't move, and the voice that I couldn't hear not far away kept lingering in my ears:
"If that idiot dares to come here after listening to Martin, I must teach him a lesson."
"Hmph, this idiot doesn't know anything, I really don't understand what Martin wants him to do?"
"You say he's stupid, that pumpkin-like head is probably stuffed with canned herring?"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, a pair of powerful big hands grabbed my arms and made me stand up, "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your agreement, let's go."
Before I could react, I was taken to another venue, and the abuse behind me seemed to gradually disappear.
"Look up, Harry!"
Instinctively, I followed the cheers I heard in my ears, and that scene that I will never forget in my life appeared.
In the afternoon, on the court, running, sweating, the sun is shining, golden, and no longer hot.
What's more, the flying football keeps zooming in in my eyes until it occupies my whole world.
The surging power returned to my body at this moment.
"Hey!"
As soon as I exerted my strength, I directly pushed the football back into the penalty area outside the court. Everyone looked at the football in shock, and then at me.
Mr. Martin began to introduce me to the school team coach:
"This is Harry Maguire, the midfielder, he can run the game. He can get past anyone if he wants to."
Is this the first time I've heard such a high rating, just because of my performance on the pitch?
In order not to embarrass Mr. Martin, I mustered up the courage to straighten my chest.
At that time, I should have looked extremely funny.
And my parents finally agreed to let me play football.
As if in one day, my world returned to light.
Two years later, I joined the youth training camp of Barnsley Football Club and played as a central midfielder. My strength was enough to support me to gain an advantage in the fight.
But Sheffield United has always been my dream.
I have always recorded what Mr. Martin said in my diary, and I always take it out to read whenever I encounter difficulties.
That short text is like the light of God descending, giving me strength.
A few years later, I finally joined the Shercliffe youth academy as I wished.
In order to get a place in the first team, I was instructed by the coaches to become a centre-back.
Well, small dribblers with the most skilled centre-backs.
Two years ago, I got my wish to play in the Sheffield United first team. It was a feeling of homeless orphans finally finding a home.
Years of hard work finally paid off and dreams finally came true.
And my father finally came to the stadium to cheer for me.
That feeling is simply amazing, I feel like I own the whole world at this moment.
In just nine months, I won the Sheffield United Player of the Year and Young Player of the Year awards.
The coaches and teammates treat me like a younger brother. This is a feeling of home.
I was prepared to spend my entire career playing for my beloved Sheffield United.
But all of this was changed in the winter window of the previous year, just for 100 million pounds.
I was asked to sign a personal contract.
"Why? I don't want to leave here?" I can imagine my angry look, because I saw the face of the coach who was terrified and forced to be calm.
He didn't answer my question: "Harry, you're a professional footballer, not the kid who just arrived at Bramall Lane."
After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving only the serious sports director.
He told me the club needed the money.
On this day, I packed my bags and left Sheffield United, where I planned to play for my entire career.
Go to that strange Anfield alone.
According to Team Lin, this is called growing up.
In Chinese characters, growing up means that two people are cut from each other, leaving one part for the past and one part for the future.
If you lie flat and refuse to grow, you will be cut again.
A man's growth is not accompanied by anyone.
After all, these two words don't even have radicals!
Only by running and running can we say goodbye to our past self!
At this moment, in front of my eyes, the white figure was running towards David's goal.
Team Lin, I'm still running, Harry, I won't stop!
......
