Wang Ai, who was surprised, forced to keep his composure, and took advantage of the fact that he walked under the street lamp to carefully look at the appearance of this player.
Sure enough, it was the trademark godless big eyes, tightly pursed lips and pointed chin.
I said how come there was always an inexplicable familiar feeling when I played football just now!
Unexpectedly, I met the young Ozil!
This is a treasure!
Buwang himself has been running around in Germany for a month, and with just one Ozil, this treasure hunt trip has not been in vain!
"Where is your home, Mesut?
We're going to your dad now. ” "Need to go to Gelsenkirchen."
"Where is that?
Is it far away?
Leonie said in surprise.
Ozil nodded: "20 km." ” Leonie looked at Wang Ai, she wondered if she was staying in Essen for one night?
"Wouldn't it be rude to come to your house so late?"
Wang Aidao.
"No, no, my dad should still be in his billiard room right now, and my mom is in ......
Well, I won't be back until about ten o'clock anyway. ” "Okay, then let's go to Gelsenkirchen, by the way, where is the hotel?"
"Yes, yes!"
The three of them laughed and waited for the shuttle bus to Gelsenkirchen.
After ten minutes of driving, Ozil led the two along the winding path towards the Turkish ghetto.
It's an old, run-down neighborhood with rubbish on the side of the alley and the air doesn't smell good.
Ozil, who led the way, walked more and more slowly, and Leonie was a little strange and was about to urge, but she heard Wang Ai say: "Mesut, you may not know, when I was a child, I lived in the countryside of northeastern China, which is much more dilapidated than here, and I can only live in a grass house. ” "Really?"
Ozil turned his head and couldn't hide his joy: "The door of my apartment is hard to open, the basement is full of foul smells, and I don't dare to pick up the bicycle myself!"
” "You still have a basement in your house?
Do you still have a bike?
Wang Ai's eyes widened.
"Uh-huh!
Very beautiful bike, I also had a leather soccer ball when I was eight years old, and, you see!
Ozil's eyes widened and he raised the plastic bag in surprise in his hand: "Genuine Nike sneakers!"
” Wang Ai took it: "It's so beautiful!"
I used to only play football in canvas shoes, pull-back canvas shoes made in China. ” "Oh, I used to be too!
But it's not a Chinese brand, it's a cheap sneaker made locally. ” The more the two talked, the happier they became, and their steps became faster and faster, and before long, they arrived at a billiard room on the side of the street where the lights were still on.
It was a converted apartment building on the first floor, a small billiard room with eight billiard tables, and two tables with guests, a thin middle-aged man with a thick upper lip beard, who seemed to be the owner, Mr.
Mustafa Ozil.
Seeing that the second son had returned with two strangers, Mr.
Mustafa stood up enthusiastically, and Mr.
Mustafa was very happy whether it was a Chinese who was also a minority or a tall, beautiful and elegant Germanic woman.
Especially when I heard that the other party is the main force and leader of the fourth division, and he came specifically for his son.
"My son scored seven goals in his first game with Red and White Essen, the derby between Black and White Essen!
You know, in the first game, against the old rivals, the whole team scored eight, and my son scored seven.
And guess what?
In the second game, Mesut actually played as a substitute!
Played as a substitute!
In the tavern down the street, Mr.
Mustafa muttered indignantly.
Leonie and Wang Ai looked at each other unexpectedly, why is this?
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"Why?
Hum!
It's not because someone is richer than us!
A bastard's family gave Red and White Essen a lot of money and put my son down!
Also, Schalke 04 is not a good thing either!
My son is such a genius that he actually took the exam four times!
Did you know that I took the test four times!
Every time my son is the best, every time anyone can go in, my son will lose the election!
Mr.
Mustafa took a big sip of beer.
Leonie raised her glass and touched a glass with Mustafa, which was originally unacceptable in a traditional Turkish family, but after so many years in Germany, she has become accustomed to the German way.
"For Mesut!"
Leonie suggested, and Mr.
Mustafa decisively toasted again!
Wang Ai glanced at Ozil, who was sitting on the side without saying a word, and the two teenagers shrugged their shoulders in unison, neither of them liked to drink, and they were powerless to stop the fierce pouring of German girls and Turkish middle-aged girls, this is their way of exchanging feelings.
Sure enough, after three cups, it is much easier to communicate.
It may also be that Mr.
Mustafa is much more relaxed after vomiting.
"You guys......
Well......
What football team guarantees my son's playing time?
” Wang Ai shook his head slightly, but the next words made Mr.
Mustafa turn his worries into joy: "Mesut is still young, I don't want to use him as a real adult player, then he is easy to get injured and affect his football career in the future."
Actually, it's me, and I'm also a rotation player. ” "Are you Japanese?
Korean?
Mr.
Mustafa suddenly asked Wang Ai's nationality.
"Chinese" Wang Ai said: "Northeast China, the dimension is similar to that of Germany.
However, in the conservative south of Germany, there will be a bit of an ethnic problem, but the good thing is that Tübingen is a university town, and a quarter of the city's population is foreign university students, so it is friendly to minorities.
By the way, there is a Turkish restaurant near my house. ” Mustafa nodded, was silent for a moment, and said to the leader Leoni a little stiffly: "My son goes, oh, I said in case my son goes to the Tübingen team, what is the salary?"
” "Our team's substitutes are paid 600 euros, and they are rewarded with 50 euros for each game they play, plus an additional 50 euros for wins."
Leonie said: "Mr.
Mustafa, you should understand that we have discovered Mesut from our inspection of young players in Essen, and we have come to Gelsenkirchen so late to joke with you. ” Mustafa nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand." ” Leonie shook her head slightly: "One thing you may not know, don't think that only your son is a genius, do you know what kind of player the owner relatives of this new team opposite you are?"
While your son is still working hard for the main position in a sixth-tier league, the Chinese player opposite you has been selected for the national team!
In the Asian Youth Football Championship in the first half of this year, the Chinese team led by him was the champion, he was the top scorer, the best player, and the president of the AFC personally presented him with the award.
In other words, among the hundreds of millions of young people in Asia of the same age, the Chinese opposite you is the most powerful!
Does the Stegartt football team know?
The Bundesliga powerhouse has invited him to Stuttgart's youth team for three consecutive trials this year.
Should you know what this means?
In two years' time, he will be able to play in the Bundesliga.
However, he liked Tübingen and wanted to lead Tübingen to the next level, so he turned them down. ” Mr.
Mustafa, who was confused by Leonie's bombardment, took a deep breath continuously: "So, so, my son can be teammates with you?"
” Wang Ai nodded with a smile: "I like Mesut, the two of us just played in the training ground for a while, and we were very happy."
We don't have a youth team, so my teammates are a lot older than me.
Mesut should have been the youngest if he wanted to go, and everyone would have taken good care of him, and I suddenly regretted it a little now, and I didn't want to give up this wonderful position. ” Leonie smiled, and in an instant the aggressiveness of the moment disappeared: "So, Mr.
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Mustafa, would you like to let Mesut join Tübingen Youth?"
” Mustafa smiled and nodded, but hesitated when he spoke: "I, I want to go to Tübingen, can I?"
After all, far away, right?
” Wang Ai stood up and shook Mustafa's hand: "Of course, but, welcome to Mesut!"
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