"Do you still want to play professional football?"

When the father's voice sounded in his ears, Russell looked in surprise, trying to see more information from his expressionless face. But there was nothing... Russell was stunned for a long time without answering his father.

"The latest complete injury report is out," Dad continued, "The doctor advised me that if I hope my son can walk and run like a normal person in the future, it is best not to let you play football again."

Russell continued to stare at his dad blankly.

Before he could react, there was only a voice in his brain playing repeatedly: Dad, are you kidding? Dad, are you kidding? Dad, are you kidding... "I know this fact and you can't accept it for a while." Dad was not surprised when he didn't hear his son's answer. He stood up, "I hope you think about it carefully. But I don't want my son to be a cripple."

He turned around and walked out of the ward, and then gently brought the door with him.

Russell was the only one left in the room.

Dad only came in and stayed for a minute.

A minute ago, Russell was full of fighting spirit. Even such a serious injury did not knock him down. He hoped to recover as soon as possible, return to the court, and continue to attack higher goals. A minute later, a cruel fact was placed in front of him, telling him that it was impossible to continue moving forward.

"Mom...Damn!" Russell trembled his lips and finally made a sound, but he said one harsh swear words after another. "Damn it! This is a hell... Damn! Bastard! Bitch raised! Bastard-!!!!"

His father stood outside, listening to his son roaring in the ward, almost madly spitting out swear words like a machine gun.

The nurse on duty who heard the sound rushed over, but was stopped by the father.

"Let him stay alone for a while," he said to the puzzled nurse, and then he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Sir, no smoking is allowed here..." the nurse frowned.

Russell's father pulled out a cigarette, took out a lighter, then looked up and smiled at the young female nurse who looked only one or two years older than her son, "Please leave me alone for a while, thank you."

※※※Borger, who had finished training, had no intention of chatting with other teammates. He quickly changed his clothes in the locker room and was about to leave.

But he was pulled by Chu Zhongtian: "Do you know which hospital Russell is in?"

Borger turned his head and looked at him.

"I...uh, I want to see him."

Borger said: "I'm going."

"Let's go together." After Chu Zhongtian said that, he stuffed the changed clothes into his backpack.

Borger nodded.

They didn't tell other teammates in a tacit understanding, but just a private visit. What would it look like if they went to a large group? Russell is a proud person. If everyone rushed to watch the injured him, it would not make him feel as warm as a big family, but would only make him feel embarrassed - proud people don't want to show their most vulnerable side to others.

On the way, Chu Zhongtian decided to buy a bouquet of flowers and visit patients in China. He was used to buying fruits and other things. He didn't know what the British were used to, but it should be okay to send flowers, right?

When he picked out a bouquet of lilies from the flowers, Borger glanced at him. He explained, "I can't go empty-handed." He said this and saw Borger empty-handed, "Well, you have a different relationship with him."

Borger just pointed at the flower and said, "Only people will give lilies when they die."

"Ah..." Chu Zhongtian quickly put the flowers in his hand back.

"If you go to see a patient, don't send white flowers or white and red flowers, or even flowers. And some hospitals do not allow flowers to be sent when visiting patients. Flowers with too strong fragrance are not good, and flowers with too bright colors are not good... It's very troublesome." Borger said, "So don't send flowers, give him a box of chocolate. He likes to eat chocolate the most."

Chu Zhongtian also felt that it was obviously better to meet his preferences than to give it casually, even if the gifts he gave were quite expensive. So he gave up his plan to buy flowers and give it to someone else, and turned to the supermarket next to him, picked a box of Lindt chocolate. After entrusting the supermarket staff to pack it, he carried it in his hand and headed to the hospital.

※※※Borge seemed very silent all the way. Before, he always liked to talk nonstop, and he always looked fussy when he saw everything. In short, it was impossible to calm down somewhere. Now that Borge is so silent, Chu Zhongtian is still a little unacceptable to it.

He knew that this was because Borger was in a bad mood and his good friend was injured so much that he had to worry about it.

When they knocked on the door of Russell's ward, Russell was with his father. Russell was not surprised to see Borger coming, but when he looked at Chu Zhongtian who followed Borger in, he was obviously surprised.

Borger introduced Chu Zhongtian to Russell's father, who had never met before.

"This is Alai's classmates and teammates, Chu, an international student from China."

Russell's father stretched out his hand to Chu Zhongtian: "I'm glad you've come to visit my son, thank you very much."

Chu Zhongtian shook hands and returned the gift: "We are friends. This is what it should be, Mr. Russell."

"Let's talk about you three little guys." Russell's father walked out.

"You actually came, I really didn't expect it." Russell said to Chu Zhongtian who walked to the sidelines to put down his gift. His voice was a little hoarse. "What is that?"

"A box of chocolate." Chu Zhongtian replied.

"Good thing." Russell took it over and unpacked it, and made a piece in his mouth. The bitter and sweet taste made his face look a rare expression of joy. "How do you know I like this brand?"

Chu Zhongtian pointed at Borge: "He told me."

Borger waved to Russell, "He wanted to give you flowers, but I think it's better to give chocolate."

"Fortunately you didn't send flowers." Russell looked at Chu Zhongtian and nodded, "No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't be eaten."

Chu Zhongtian was happy.

Then Russell did not speak anymore, but lay on the bed, closed his eyes and savored the piece of chocolate in his mouth.

"How is the team?" Russell opened his eyes again and asked after eating the chocolate.

"We won!" Borger answered first, trying his best to make his voice sound like he was very happy. "Winfield 2:1 away!"

"Unfortunately, Vesdean won too," Chu Zhongtian added.

Borger glared at him, as if he blamed him for not saying this bad thing.

"There is another game tomorrow, and we and Mesham." Chu Zhongtian pretended not to see it and continued. "We are at home."

"We will definitely win!" Borger waved his fist again.

Chu Zhongtian also nodded.

Russell asked a question: "How many more games are there?"

Chu Zhongtian replied: "Including the game tomorrow, there are eight more games left."

"There is still hope." Russell laughed.

"Of course! We will definitely win the league championship! We will definitely upgrade!" Borger shouted, as if he was afraid that if the voice was low, he would not win the league championship and would not be able to upgrade.

Chu Zhongtian also agreed with him: "We will use a league champion as a gift to you, and I hope you will recover soon."

Gone are the years when they fought with Russell and Borge before. Now they are friends who are not acquainted with each other. He sincerely hopes that Russell can recover as soon as possible and return to the court.

Russell smiled and said, "That's much better than chocolate."

He never mentioned the latest news he had received before. Before meeting these two teammates, he had a long talk with his father about his future, professional football, and many things. But he had not made up his mind about the future. When he didn't know which path to choose, Borge and Chu Zhongtian came.

In the words of the doctor, his legs are actually very fragile, and this injury is just a sign. If he insists on entering professional football, he will encounter a hundred times more intense collision and foul than this one. It is hard to say what kind of situation will happen. In short, if he wants to play professional football, then his career may be spent with injuries and injuries... Russell is the kind of person who has "a taller heart and thinner life than paper". No matter how talented a person does not have an outstanding body to support him, he will achieve nothing.

Russell knew this very well. Choosing to give up may be the wisest thing to do, but facing his father's question, "Do you still want to play professional football?", the saying "Don't want to" is that it can't be said.

He was unwilling to give up.

Unwilling to give up on the ball that had been playing for fifteen years, but ended up like this.

That's why he cursed wildly in the ward, cursing until he got tired of his strength and his mouth and throat were hoarse, and he stopped unwillingly.

... "When will it be better?" Chu Zhongtian looked at Russell's legs, covered with a quilt, and he saw nothing.

"You can get out of bed in one month, and you can throw away the crutches in two months." Russell lifted the quilt and let the two of them see. Thick bandages were wrapped around their left ankles and right knees. The thick white layer was shocking.

"When can I start playing football?" Chu Zhongtian only glanced at it and moved his gaze away. He felt uncomfortable if he saw too much.

Chu Zhongtian's problem was like a needle piercing Russell's heart. His face suddenly became ugly. In order to cover up his head, he lowered his head for a while before shook his head and said, "I don't know, it depends on the recovery."

If you want to recover for a lifetime... Ha! How fucking... hell!

Chu Zhongtian thought about it, who can tell the future exactly what happened? What's more, the injury may be repeated. It is impossible to set a deadline now.

When Borger entered the ward, he always said nice things, which was far from the silence he had on the way before. "I think it will only be half a year at most, and I will definitely be able to return to the court!"

Russell didn't say anything when he heard his friend's words.

Chu Zhongtian nodded and agreed with Borge's words. "I still hope you can get better. I have been practicing what you taught a month ago. What should I do if I continue?"

Russell finally laughed again when he heard him say this. He laughed very happily: "Haha! I really doubt whether you are masochist! If I said that I taught you so kindly because I could abuse you, what would you think?"

Chu Zhongtian shrugged and said indifferently: "What's the matter? I've really gotten the benefits anyway."

"Hey..." Russell rolled his eyes helplessly. He had no choice but to Chu Zhongtian, who was not afraid of boiling water.

"But even if you get better, you can't continue to teach me." Chu Zhongtian continued, "You have to go to the Wildling United. We don't have much time to see you in Wimbledon."

Russell looked at Chu Zhongtian and asked, "Do you feel sorry?"

"I think you are a good teacher." Chu Zhongtian also looked at Russell and replied. "I don't care what you teach me. As long as it does work, it's good. To be honest..." He hesitated for a moment, showing a little embarrassed expression, "I'm a little reluctant to leave Wimbledon."

When Russell heard Chu Zhongtian's words and looked at his annoyance, he suddenly burst into laughter. He even kept patting the bed with his hands.

"Is it funny?" Chu Zhongtian frowned and said angrily.

"Ha... no, haha... let me laugh for a while... haha!" Russell's face turned red with a smile, and it took several times to finish a sentence.

Borge on the other side was also laughing loudly.

"Hey, you two!"

Russell finally stopped laughing. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you." Russell waved his hand to Chu Zhongtian. "I just suddenly remembered the scene of our previous meetings, and then compared it now, I felt it was quite funny... Ha!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking.

Chu Zhongtian also heard the scene of their first meeting and the subsequent meeting. At that time, they wanted to die immediately by the enemy. The third meeting was touching and they were so hard to fight... At that time, he never thought that he would have the current relationship with the person in front of him, not just a friend, but also his "teacher".
To be continued...