When Arshavin got more opportunities from Li Bin, in a bar not far from Parma, Kluivert just watched the video of the match between Fiorentina and Parma, and after a long while, a sneer bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
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"Two useless strikers..."
He murmured something to himself, commented on Milito and Tony, then lowered his head again, raised his neck, and drank all the wine in the glass.
In fact, neither of these two forwards is bad. Even in Kluivert's peak years, he could not guarantee that he would be able to do better than the two of them. Although he was a high-level player
player, but he has always been a very unstable person. Ups and downs have always been an inherent problem for him. He cannot guarantee that he will always be able to play better than them.
Better. When he plays well, he is not afraid of any opponent. However, when he plays poorly, he is completely a burden to the team. However, regardless of his strength, he has vision. As a genius level
For a player, his body will be worn down day by day, but his vision, vision, timing, and overall view will only get better and better. Maybe he is not good on the court, but he can tell the difference between good and bad when watching the ball off the court.
However, no matter how good the accumulation is, there is still no chance to play. Thinking of this, Kluivert is also a little unhappy.
This was not the first time he had met Li Bin's attitude towards him. He had met so many coaches who disliked him that he couldn't even remember how many there were. However, how could these people influence him?
Got to him?
) years old, and now that I am about to turn 30, there is no future left. I have already been involved in everything my whole life. Where can I regret it? You may say that you are thinking of me, but in fact you don’t want me to.
You work hard, and you get the honor? I'm not a monkey, so why should I let you play around? It's no good to treat me as a 19-year-old passionate young man who doesn't understand the world. I have been through many vicissitudes of life!
"A ball like this, when I was playing in Barcelona, could go in no matter how I kicked it. How could a defense like this stop me..."
After a glass of wine, Kluivert immediately began to brag. The woman around him kept flattering him, as if she had seen all Kluivert's performance in those years.
This woman is not very good-looking, he said silently in his heart. But he also knew that he couldn't even play in the first-team games now. How could he be so famous that so many good women would be willing to go against him? If it hadn't been for him back then.
If you are famous, you will find women like this
No, right? Forget it, I’m not planning to play with her for a long time anyway. I’ll forget what she looks like when I wake up tomorrow. Why should I care so much? If I’m not satisfied, I’ll go to the bar tomorrow and find two.
Compensate yourself beautifully - well, that's it.
Looking at the time, it's almost time to go back - it's almost two o'clock, and if I don't go back, it will be another all-nighter. It's okay to stay up all night, and missing training is not a big problem, but next season, I still have to look for it.
As for work, you can't be so crazy all the time. It wouldn't be good if it was reported by the media.
He snapped his fingers and called the waiter over to pay. He knew that although as a player, clubbing every night would make many people unhappy, a tip of 100 euros was enough to make people like Parma's die-hard waiter.
He immediately thanked him repeatedly - team honor? What do those things mean in front of money? Money is the last word. If the coach doesn't like himself? That's because he has no vision. There are many people who like him, his woman, sports car, status, etc.
Is this how it all came about?
However, even if he thought he could accept anything, he was still shocked when he heard the bill.
"Why so much money?"
"When the gentleman left just now, he said that the account was left with you." The waiter immediately spoke.
"Which sir?"
"Your teammate, Parma's youth training player Balotelli, he said it was your treat today, and he ordered a lot of things here... didn't he?"
Balotelli? Kluivert frowned. He was not too serious during training, but he still remembered this kid named Balotelli. He seemed to be a player born in the 1990s, with good playing skills.
He couldn't remember it, but he remembered that the little guy was also wearing black skin, and he looked very eye-catching in the youth training team. Kluivert himself is a person who is very sensitive to racial issues, so he was very attracted to Barlow.
Terry was also deeply impressed.
I just didn't expect that he would be so courageous, not to mention going out to drink in the middle of the night, and actually plotting against himself.
"Count it on me," Kluivert nodded. "I'm not as knowledgeable as a child. But don't sell him alcohol the next time you come here. He's still a child. It's not right for you to do this."
"You really care about your teammates."
"Of course." Kluivert nodded, and at the same time, he hugged the woman next to him tightly, "I have always been very concerned about the people around me."
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What happened that day was basically forgotten after Kluivert woke up the next morning. There is no need to remember this kind of thing. Who would remember it if he was drunk?
But he didn't expect that after Parma defeated Messina at home, the little guy named Balotelli would come to him. Moreover, he came angrily and didn't seem to thank him at all.
Pay the bill.
"I really can't believe that you are such a person who doesn't know how to adapt! I just ordered a drink and spent some money on you, but you actually instigated the bar not to sell me alcohol! What you did is too much.
It’s too much!”
Looking at Balotelli roaring in front of him, it took Kluivert a long time to confirm that he was not crazy.
The world is so strange - one day I will be called an old antique. This kid didn't say that he had a drinking problem at the age of 16, nor did he say that asking Kluivert to pay the bill was a very bad fraud.
Kluivert was much older than him, and he had no concept of politeness at all. At this time, he yelled at Kluivert because Kluivert told the bar not to sell him alcohol.
What kind of education did this child receive? Looking at his appearance, Kluivert was also a little puzzled. He always thought that he was a thorn in the eyes of the coaches, but with the confusion of the person in front of him,
Compared with logic, Kluivert suddenly felt a strong sense of superiority. At least no matter how much of a bastard he was, he wouldn't be so stupid, right?
"Do you know how difficult it is to find a bar that is willing to sell alcohol to minors? You just stopped letting me buy alcohol! It only cost you so much money. Your salary is so high, why do you care so much?
Don’t you think it’s shameful to treat your own teammates with such a small heart?”
Listening to him scolding me, why did I really feel like I had done something wrong... Kluivert shook his head and drove away the confused thoughts in his mind: I must have drunk too much last night, and I still feel like I have done something wrong...
If you don't wake up, if you have such an unhealthy outlook, you actually feel that it's quite right - every penny I spend on you is unnecessary.
"I don't let them sell you wine, it's for your own good. You are still young and have a lot of future. Why drink at a young age..."
To be honest, Kluivert himself has heard these words countless times, but he swore it was the first time he said them out of his mouth. What kind of player he is is known to the whole world, and he himself has not beautified himself as a teenager.
The meaning of idol, but when facing Balotelli, he couldn't help but said these words: When he met such a child, he felt uncomfortable without saying a few words.
Maybe this is the mood of players with good lifestyles when they show off their superiority? He still had time to think about it in his heart. After being looked at with such contempt countless times, although he was almost numb, he could see it for himself
Others still make him secretly happy.
"I don't need you to teach me!" Balotelli raised his hands unhappily at this moment, "I originally thought you were a great fighter, but now it seems you are just a loser."
"Fighter?" Kluivert was a little confused: Where did he start talking about this?
"I've heard about your deeds when you were in Milan, how you, Weah, Davis and the others united to fight against those damn white people! Doing that made you look like a hero, but what have you become now?"
So that's what I was talking about... Kluivert smiled bitterly and said, "That's not something worth bragging about. Just forget about it. It will be good for you and me."
We were young and frivolous back then... Yes, we fought against them. But what happened in the end? Maldini is still the captain of Milan, Weah reconciled with Milan, and Davis went to Juventus to make a fortune. Unlucky
The only one you have is yourself, what can you say?
"So you have been tamed, but I will not be like this. Just watch, I will play very well. By then, the white men from the top three in the north will kneel in front of me and shine my shoes. I
My career can be as brilliant as yours, scoring goals in the Champions League final, joining the best team in the world, and then fighting with those famous people for my own benefit. And my life is full of applause and flowers.
, woman, sports car, join Barcelona..."
"Shut up!"
Kluivert roared in a low voice. Suddenly, he wanted Balotelli to stop talking here. He has experienced all of this up to this point, and when he spoke at this time, it seemed as if
Balotelli stopped talking, and his career continued as if he were in a wealthy club.
"Why do you tell me to shut up? Who do you think you are? You are just an old useless forward who has no ability to play football well. If you buy me a drink, that is your biggest role. What do you have?
Are you qualified to teach me a lesson? My future is a hundred times better than yours..."
Balotelli stopped talking - Kluivert punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground and shutting him up.
Kluivert looked at Balotelli running away in embarrassment, and closed his eyes in pain. He knew very well that he didn't hit him because he couldn't stand these words, but because he suddenly realized that he had done something before
What.
Back then, wasn’t it the same way I showed off my future in front of others with such arrogance? Wasn’t it me back then that I was also high-spirited and wanted to regard everyone who looked down on me as racial discrimination? Back then, I
Aren't you so confident that you are the greatest player and it doesn't matter if you play a little more?
What would I say to myself back then if I met the me I am now? I would have slapped me, right? When I got older, I suddenly saw the mirror image of myself when I was young. It would be so embarrassing and uncomfortable.
What?
Balotelli's shadow overlapped with his own shadow there, and he suddenly realized how hopeless he had been over the years.
This is not me, this is not me, the image I leave to the world cannot be like this!
It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly understood that what people would remember would not be the final against Milan, the Netherlands' Euro 2000, or Barcelona's striker, but only his stupid look -
- Just like when you look at Balotelli, the first thing you see is not his talent, but his brainlessness.
This is not me, I am not like this... I am Kluivert, I am a top striker, and I can still play football!