Lin Hai Ting Tao
Chapter 65 An Ke's Match
Chapter 2 Saying that, the bartender used a measuring cup to measure out the correct amount of pre-prepared ingredients and poured them into the opened shaker. Then, he used ice tongs to pick up ice cubes and put them into the shaker. After covering the shaker, he held the upper lid with his right thumb, and clamped the shaker with his index finger and little finger. The middle finger and ring finger supported the shaker. The ring finger and middle finger of his left hand held the bottom of the shaker, and his index finger and little finger clamped the shaker. The thumb clamped the filter cover. Then the bartender held the shaker tightly with both hands, raised the back of his hands to his shoulders, and then swung it back and forth with his wrists. The shaking was very fast, and after swinging back and forth about ten times, he shook it back and forth horizontally about ten times. Finally, he put the shaker on the bar and said to Anke, "Just follow my demonstration to practice. This is the simplest method. Once you master it, you will feel it's much easier in the future. I think your eyesight and hands are very flexible. You have the makings of a bartender." The bartender patted Anke and turned to busy himself.
Chapter 3 Anke began to practice the shaking method behind the bar alone. Some time ago, he became interested in the dashing movements of bartending, so he begged the bartender in the bar to teach him every day. But don't think that Anke wants to make a living by this skill. He just feels that dashing bartending movements can attract many romantic beauties. Bartending is just a means for him to pick up girls. In the end, he is still a big pervert who is one meter and ninety centimeters tall.
Chapter 4 Anke was practicing with enthusiasm when the appearance of one person almost made him throw the shaker away. Fortunately, his second reaction was very fast, and he reached out and grabbed the shaker in mid-air. "Awesome!" A tall girl clapped for Anke, as if she had watched a wonderful juggling show.
Chapter 5 Anke didn't get carried away because a girl praised him, but sighed helplessly, "Why are you here again, Lin Jia?"
Chapter 6 "What? You're not welcome?" The girl named Lin Jia asked Anke while leaning on the bar. Her full breasts were almost completely exposed through her low-cut T-shirt.
Chapter 7 Anke glanced at that "spring guang," and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Lin Jia and he were classmates, and they were in the same language school and in the same class. Recently, Lin Jia often came to the bar where Anke worked, looking for various reasons to talk to him. Anke wasn't a fool, he knew what Lin Jia meant, but he didn't mean that. Although Lin Jia had a good figure, with a height of one meter and seventy-four centimeters, her curves were enough to make her a model. But Anke felt that she looked too ordinary. Her features were correct, but not very beautiful. Of course, the most important thing was that Anke always compared Sophie with Lin Jia.
Chapter 8 Anke didn't want Lin Jia to misunderstand, so he had always been very cold. This time was no exception. It happened that a table of guests wanted drinks, so Anke used an excuse to leave the bar and left Lin Jia alone there. It's strange to say, Anke himself didn't know why he was so cold to Lin Jia. Although she wasn't a beauty, according to Anke's previous "don't let go of any woman, and especially don't let go of any beauty" "two-alls" principle, he shouldn't have let go of Lin Jia, this lamb who came to his door, right? Why on earth? Why would Anke, this big pervert, not have any desire when he saw Lin Jia?
Chapter 9 Until Anke got off work, he didn't see Lin Jia in the bar again. But when he said goodbye to the bar's staff and pushed open the door, he found someone sitting on the steps outside, with a slender back, a spirited short hair, and that revealing T-shirt and tight jeans.
Chapter 10 "You haven't left yet?" Anke looked at the watch on his wrist. It was almost eleven o'clock at night.
Chapter 11 Lin Jia turned her head and saw that it was Anke, and stood up with a smile, "You're off work?"
Chapter 12 "Yeah." Anke nodded, then walked straight down the steps. Lin Jia quickly followed, but she also had some self-awareness and always maintained a distance of about two meters from Anke. The two of them walked one after the other in the Dortmund night. The breeze was gentle, and there was silence all the way.
Chapter 13 When they were about to reach the apartment, Anke met a group of students from the school. Anke knew a few of them because he often saw them playing soccer together. Because of soccer, he paid more attention to them. And they also knew Anke. Among the international students, someone so tall was always the center of attention wherever he went.
Chapter 14 "Hi! Anke, Lin Jia!"
Chapter 15 "Hello!"
Chapter 16 After greeting them, the other party went straight to the point, "Anke, we have a game this weekend, but..." The leader should be the captain, and he looked back at the people behind him, "We don't have enough people. A few people who were supposed to come can't make it at the last minute. I want to ask you for a favor. We only have one position that's empty. The others are barely enough to make up the number of players. You're so tall, you should be able to do it, right?"
Chapter 17 "Which position are you missing?" Anke asked reflexively.
Chapter 18 "Goalkeeper," the other party replied.
Chapter 19 Anke was stunned. The other party thought he was still hesitating, "Actually, you don't need to know how to play soccer. You just need to catch the ball with your hands when the other side shoots. I see your height. Standing in front of the goal will definitely intimidate the other side."
Chapter 20 "But I..."
Chapter 21 "Please! Bro, to tell you the truth, this is a big event! There will be a lot of people watching. Our opponent is Dortmund's third team! You wouldn't watch us get hammered by the Germans without anyone guarding the goal, would you? Even if it's to win glory for the country and save face for us Chinese, you should help us out!"
Chapter 22 Lin Jia looked at the other party, and then at the silent Anke. She didn't understand soccer and didn't know what to say.
Chapter 23 "Are you really not going to play soccer anymore?" Zhang Jun asked himself at the train station. At that time, he waved his hand dashingly, turned around and got on the train. But the moment he turned around, he almost cried. They were also partners who had played soccer in high school. Why could they be infinitely popular in the Netherlands and become new idols of domestic soccer, while he had to work in a bar to earn money to subsidize his daily expenses?
Chapter 24 Why are people's situations so different?
Chapter 25 The captain was a little discouraged. He had said so much, but the other party didn't even react. He was about to leave when Anke stopped him.
Chapter 26 "Okay, I promise you."
Chapter 27 The captain was stunned at first, and then hugged Anke happily, "Haha! That's great! Now we don't have to give up the game! Do you know how rare the opportunity for us to play against Dortmund's third team is?" However, it was really a bit comical for him, who was just over one meter and seventy centimeters tall, to hug Anke, who was one meter and ninety centimeters tall.
Chapter 28 After saying goodbye to his overly enthusiastic compatriots, Anke returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw the soccer ball lying quietly in the corner of the wall.
Chapter 29 "This soccer ball is for you. Even if you don't make a living from soccer, you should still touch it often, so that if we have a chance to play soccer together in the future, you won't have to pick the ball out of the goal every time."
Chapter 30 "Are you really not going to play soccer anymore?"
Chapter 31 "I don't know."
Chapter 32 Anke bent down and picked up the soccer ball with one hand, examining it carefully. It was just an ordinary soccer ball.
Chapter 33 "Anke, we're short of people, can you help us out?"
Chapter 34 Anke threw the soccer ball towards the wall. "Bang!" The soccer ball hit the wall and bounced back. He closed his elbows, put his palms together in a shovel shape, and shoveled the soccer ball into his arms. Then he lowered his head and retracted his chin, locking the soccer ball firmly in his arms.
Chapter 35 The weather in Dortmund was good today, and Anke left early. The soccer field for the game was very close to here, only about fifteen minutes' walk. He didn't take anything except himself. Anyway, the captain had prepared everything for him, from the jersey to the gloves.
Chapter 36 Today was a joint event between the Chinese in Dortmund and the local government, and there would be many rich and wonderful programs held throughout the city. Such as the "Chinese Snack Exhibition," the "Chinese Folk Custom Exhibition," Peking opera performances, lion dances, and dragon dances... And there was also the game that Anke was participating in. The team, entirely composed of international students, represented the Chinese, and their opponent was Dortmund's third team.
Chapter 37 The game was held in a small park. The park was actually a green space centered on a soccer field and spreading out in all directions, integrating fitness, entertainment, and leisure. The grass on the soccer field was sparse, and there were rows of simple four-story stands on both sides. Soccer fields like this were common in Germany and were open to the public for free. They were the foundation of German soccer. It was because of so many free soccer fields that amateur soccer was able to flourish. With a guaranteed mass base, the level of professional soccer in the superstructure was naturally high. This was a virtuous circle.
Chapter 38 Various stalls had been set up around the soccer field, Chinese and German, all selling their crafts to the tourists.
Chapter 39 The Chinese team, a group of ten people, had already arrived at the field and started warming up. Although they were said to represent the Chinese in the Dortmund area, they didn't even have a substitute. Anke shook his head and stepped onto the field.
Chapter 40 The captain saw that Anke had come as promised and waved to him, "Over here! Over here!" When Anke came over, he handed Anke a bag, "The jersey and shoes are inside, as well as gloves. The shoes are a little small, it's not easy to find your size. Hehe, just make do with them. There's a toilet over there, go change and come out."
Chapter 41 Anke stamped his feet, and the cleats collided with the ground, making a crisp sound. He hadn't heard this sound for a long time, and it felt so familiar. He looked up at himself in the mirror again, wearing a gray-blue goalkeeper uniform, with vertical stripes that made him look particularly tall. Anke stood in front of the mirror for a long time, changing into several poses, and examining himself carefully. Front, side, half-side,俯身, to the left, to the right... Until there was a creak, someone came in, and he lowered his head to tidy up his clothes before going out.
Chapter 42 When he came out, the opponents had already arrived. They were wearing uniform Dortmund club yellow and black jackets, with a large "BvB" logo on them, which was the abbreviation for Dortmund. The opponents were indeed Dortmund. Even when participating in such recreational games, they acted in a unified and orderly manner. As expected of the Germans.
Chapter 43 The captain went up to greet them, which was also a way to show "friendship first." However, apart from the head coach being slightly enthusiastic, none of them reacted much. It was no wonder, the game was assigned to them by the city government, not voluntary, and the opponent was a ragtag team with a weak strength. It was normal that they couldn't get interested.
Chapter 44 The warm-up was very simple. Anke just caught a few of his teammates' painless "passes back" - they called it shooting.
Chapter 45 More and more spectators gathered around, but most of them were local Chinese. The collective honor and national pride of the Chinese made them gather together in a foreign country for some Chinese events. There were very few Germans. They were more willing to taste Chinese snacks, or watch the fancy lion dance performance, or listen to the crooning Peking opera. That was what was Chinese-specific. Soccer? Can Chinese people play soccer?
Chapter 46 Anke was a little nervous. After all, he hadn't played soccer for more than two years, and the opponents were at the level of a professional team. Dortmund's third team put on the arrogant airs of the Germans from the beginning, controlling the ball on the field, and then using passing to mobilize the players of the Chinese team. It felt like they were playing monkeys. Five minutes into the game, the Chinese team hadn't even touched the ball once. The opponents didn't plan to shoot either. They were like a cat that had caught a mouse, and they had to play enough before they made a move. But the Chinese spectators off the field were still cheering hard. Many of them didn't even understand soccer at all!
Chapter 47 Lin Jia was also sitting in the stands. She didn't dare let Anke know, for fear of affecting Anke's mood for the game.
Chapter 48 In the sixth minute of the first half, Dortmund took the first shot. Anke bent down to catch the ball, but the ball hit his chest and bounced out, 탈수! The opponent's striker skillfully shot into the net!
Chapter 49 The Chinese team was 0:1 behind. The striker who scored the goal didn't even celebrate, but slowly walked back. His teammates didn't come up to congratulate him either, as if everything was as it should be.
Chapter 50 Some of the spectators booed, but the booing was quickly drowned out by the cheers of the Chinese.
Chapter 51 The players of the Chinese team looked helplessly at the ball in the goal. They knew they would lose, but they didn't expect the other side to score on their first attack. As expected, he was just someone who had been pulled in temporarily, playing a cameo role... He was so big for nothing.
Chapter 52 Anke knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the soccer ball behind him. Zhang Jun's words sounded again: "So that if we have a chance to play soccer together in the future, you won't have to pick the ball out of the goal every time."
Chapter 53 Pick the ball out of the goal every time...
Chapter 54 Do you still play soccer, Anke?
Chapter 55 Looking at his teammates' indifferent expressions and the opponents' disdainful eyes, Anke heard something crackling in his heart. It was the sound of the flames that had been extinguished for two years reigniting. He got up, grabbed the ball from inside the goal, and then kicked it hard towards the center circle. The captain was waving to him there, "Don't take it to heart, do your best!"
Chapter 56 What beautiful words of comfort, do your best, huh!
Chapter 57 Dortmund was still attacking leisurely, and many times they were more of a performance, or rather, more of a tease, such as a pass, a backheel pass. The Chinese team was still at a loss.
Chapter 58 In the fourteenth minute, after a series of beautiful passes by the Germans, the striker who had scored earlier took a powerful shot inside the penalty area. This time, he didn't score again. Anke suddenly made a beautiful dive, knocking the ball out of the baseline!
Chapter 59 Wow! Beautiful! The Chinese spectators shouted. No one would have believed that Anke could actually save that shot.
Chapter 60 Anke stood up, patted the dust off his body, and squinted at the German kid who had taken the shot. The meaning was clear: "You want to score? No way!"
Chapter 61 The corner kick was taken, and it was Anke again. He snatched the ball directly from the air before anyone else. Then he hugged the ball, looked around at the stunned opponents and teammates, looked at their expressions, Anke sneered, and then threw the ball forcefully towards the front court.
Chapter 62 In fact, since then, Dortmund's third team had not scored again.
Chapter 63 Anke knelt on one knee, put his hands together in a shovel shape, bent his elbows and retracted his chin, leaned forward, and hugged the soccer ball firmly in his arms.
Chapter 64 It was Anke again. The opponent took a volley shot outside the penalty area, but he caught it directly with both hands and pressed it to the ground.
Chapter 65 Dortmund began to get a little impatient, because they found that they just couldn't break through the Chinese man's fingers no matter what. The defenders pressed up, the sides crossed, and the middle shot from distance... But another twenty minutes passed, and the score on the scoreboard still hadn't moved.
Chapter 66 Lin Jia was surprised by Anke's change. She didn't understand why someone who "didn't understand soccer" would have such a wonderful performance. But a woman's intuition told her that there must be a story behind Anke.
Chapter 67 A long pass from midfield, the striker starts. But Anke was faster than him! Anke abandoned the goal and rushed towards the soccer ball! He approached the soccer ball before the opponent's striker. The striker was surprised to find an oriental face smiling at him evilly, and then he lost his balance and fell to the ground, while the soccer ball had already been caught in the goalkeeper's hands.
Chapter 68 "Captain! To the right! Run to their right!" Anke shouted loudly in Chinese, and then kicked the ball hard towards the place he said.
Chapter 69 The captain indeed received the ball on the right. After all, he was the captain, and his skills were much higher than the other teammates. He steadily stopped the ball. Dortmund's side defender had gone up to help attack and hadn't returned yet, a one-on-one! Even a professional goalkeeper couldn't do much against this kind of one-on-one, let alone the opponent was only half a professional goalkeeper.
Chapter 70 The captain took a powerful shot, and the soccer ball was blocked by the goalkeeper, but it still flew into the goal! The Chinese team tied the score! The whole process of this goal only took eleven seconds, a typical quick counterattack launched from the backcourt by the goalkeeper!
Chapter 71 After scoring the goal, the captain ran back to the backcourt excitedly, throwing off all the teammates who wanted to come up and hug him, and then hugged Anke. They finally gave the arrogant Germans a loud slap in the face, and Anke's contribution was indispensable. He keenly discovered that the opponent's right back frequently went up to help attack and didn't defend, leaving a large area of space behind him, and then took advantage of the opportunity to kick the ball hard and use it.
Chapter 72 The Chinese spectators off the field were沸腾. They waved the five-star red flag in their hands, cheering loudly for the team. Although this was just an ordinary friendly match, they were as invested as the Chinese players on the field. Anke looked at the spectators off the field and never thought that he would represent China in a match in a foreign country.
Chapter 73 China... He looked down at the five-star red flag on his chest.
Chapter 74 Anke made a diving save, pressing the opponent's shot firmly on the ground. There was another burst of cheers off the field.
Chapter 75 "Mark your man! Don't let them shoot easily!" Anke shouted. He began to command the defense, looking like a qualified goalkeeper.
Chapter 76 "Hey, Captain, do you think he really doesn't know how to play soccer?" A teammate asked the captain next to him.
Chapter 77 "How would I know? Don't think so much, play soccer! Hehe!" The captain laughed.
Chapter 78 Until the end of the game, the score didn't change again. The two sides finally shook hands and made peace with a score of 1:1. Anke naturally became the hero of the game. He was lifted up by his teammates and thrown into the sky, shouting loudly. What a difficult achievement it was to force Dortmund's third team to a draw!
Chapter 79 "Let's go! Let's go eat, it's on me!" The captain raised his arms and shouted, everyone shouted "ten thousand years," and then a group of people crowded around Anke and walked off the field.
Chapter 80 Anke turned his head and saw a familiar figure. Lin Jia was standing in the stands, smiling at him.
Chapter 81 Forcing the powerful opponent to a draw made him enjoy a good meal. Other than that, life didn't change much. He took off his jersey, took off his gloves, continued to practice mixing drinks in the bar, continued to whistle at the beauties who passed by, continued to study, but when he returned to his apartment at night, he would practice catching the ball alone facing the wall, constantly throwing the soccer ball on the wall, catching it, throwing it again, catching it again...
Chapter 82 The captain often asked him to play soccer. The captain had now fired the original goalkeeper. As long as he was free, Anke wouldn't refuse. And Lin Jia would go to watch every game. At first, she was still secretive, but later she simply asked Anke directly what time the weekend game started. And Anke was still cold to Lin Jia and didn't know what to do.
Chapter 83 The peaceful life was disturbed a little by Rheinberg's visit.
Chapter 84 Rheinberg was the head coach of Dortmund's third team. In the last China-Germany friendly match, he personally saw from the sidelines how the tall Chinese man blocked his team's every shot. A height of one meter and ninety centimeters, but with such agile skills. Would you believe that he was just a guy who was "standing in front of the goal for the first time"? That was what he had found out from the other team's captain.
Chapter 85 Rheinberg, who had been working in the field of cultivating youth players for a full ten years, was very excited about this discovery. If this boy, who was called "Anke" by his teammates, had not received any training, then he was a genius! Even if he had received training, he wouldn't be surprised. Anke still had room for improvement, but the premise was that he was no longer satisfied with playing amateur games on free soccer fields every weekend.
Chapter 86 "Is this your creation?" Rheinberg shook the "Scorpio Palace" in his hand. The slender glass was filled with golden yellow liquor, with a few slices of lemon and a few cherries on top. This kind of liquor was as dangerous as its name, because it tasted very good, but by the time you realized something was wrong, you were already quite drunk.
Chapter 87 "No, it should be homework, sir," Anke replied politely. The boss always reminded them to be polite to customers.
Chapter 88 "Good homework... Are your hands so flexible because of mixing drinks?"
Chapter 89 Anke looked at his hands and shook his head, "Not entirely, sir."
Chapter 90 "Well, okay. Tell me, have you ever been a goalkeeper before? I mean, before that game with us." Rheinberg put the "Scorpio Palace" on the bar. He didn't drink alcohol, except for a small amount of beer. This beautiful cocktail was just an excuse to talk to Anke.
Chapter 91 Anke was silent for a while before nodding and answering, "Yes, I have been a goalkeeper, sir. I used to be the main goalkeeper for the school team." He said it very proudly. He knew what kind of people he had played soccer with, members of Brazil's five-time World Cup champions, the scoring king and assist king of Volendam.
Chapter 92 Rheinberg's eyes began to shine, "Then why don't you continue playing soccer now?"
Chapter 93 "I do play, I go every weekend..."
Chapter 94 "I mean, why don't you try to become a professional player?"
Chapter 95 Anke was stunned. This person in front of him wanted him to play professional games. Was he kidding? He was just an ordinary international student who worked in a bar to earn money and then went to school to continue his studies. Professional games? He had been in Germany for two years and hadn't even been to a professional league game once. He didn't even know which way the door of Dortmund's Westfalenstadion opened.
Chapter 96 Rheinberg believed that "professional player" was so tempting to every teenager who loved soccer. The Chinese boy in front of him would definitely be no exception. Who wouldn't want to become a professional player? Who wouldn't want to be successful? Who wouldn't want to become a high-profile star? Who...
Chapter 97 "I'm sorry, I'm satisfied with my current situation, sir. As long as I can continue playing soccer, I don't care if it's amateur or professional." What made Anke make this decision were the words his parents said when they sent him to Germany: "Anke, study hard! Come back and find a good job. We're not good enough, so we're counting on you!" Children are, in a sense, the continuation of their parents' dreams and lives, so parents always want to place all kinds of hopes on their children. Anke's parents were no exception. He, Anke, was here to study and get a gilded education, not to play professional soccer.
Chapter 98 "Are you sure?" Rheinberg looked at Anke with wide eyes. He saw Anke nod, "Sir, what other drink would you like?"
Chapter 99 Rheinberg put some money in front of Anke, "Your drinks are very good, but it's a pity to use those hands just to throw and catch bottles." He turned around and left the bar with regret.
Chapter 100 Lin Jia, who had been sitting in the distance, came over, "What did that bearded man say to you?" But she found that Anke didn't say a word, just stared blankly at his hands.
Chapter 101 In the weekend game, Anke, to everyone's surprise, lost four goals in one game, which was completely different from his previous self. Because he often came to the games, he was already a little famous in the amateur teams in this area, so even the opponents who scored on him couldn't figure out what was wrong with the tall Chinese man. After the game, the captain went to ask Lin Jia, who was always with Anke, if anything was wrong with Anke. But Lin Jia didn't know either.
Chapter 102 No one knew what Anke was thinking in his heart.
Chapter 103 The lights in the room were not turned on. Anke sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, using the light from the street lamps outside the window. In his hand was the soccer ball that Zhang Jun had given him.
Chapter 104 Zhang Jun and Yang Pan were now very popular in the Netherlands and were gradually becoming idols in the hearts of fans in China. Even the international students in Dortmund had a look of reverence when they mentioned Zhang and Yang. Kaka had even personally held up the World Cup, achieving a dream that many people could not achieve in their lifetime.
Chapter 105 Why was the difference so big? He was a little envious of that kid Ren Yu. At least his body was not good, which allowed him to completely give up the idea of playing soccer. But what about himself? He had a healthy body, but he couldn't fully express his inner desires.
Chapter 106 Before meeting Zhang Jun and the others, Anke had always been very proud of himself, both in soccer and in chasing girls. But in soccer, he couldn't stop Zhang Jun's shot, and in the competition for the girl he loved, he was too far behind from the beginning. Now, Zhang Jun and Sophie were actually engaged!
Chapter 107 When he heard this news in that small restaurant in the Netherlands, he was so panicked in his heart. That scream was definitely not to be funny and liven up the atmosphere. Now, when he thought about it again, the panic was gone, but the sadness continued.
Chapter 108 Sophie's smile, Sophie's voice, Sophie's embrace, and Sophie's... He raised his wrist. On it was a white bracelet with his English name and his former jersey number "1". This was what Sophie had sent last month. She was still so considerate and so careful. But now Anke was no longer the silly boy who was so excited about a towel that Sophie handed him.
Chapter 109 Was she so nice to everyone?
Chapter 110 Zhang Jun was his friend, and Sophie was the girl he loved. On one side was friendship, and on the other was love. But Anke couldn't understand the taste of Zheng Zhongji's "Dilemma", because from the beginning of this game, he was destined to be a loser.
Chapter 111 Anke, do you still play soccer?
Chapter 112 So that if we have a chance to play soccer together in the future, you always have to pick the ball out of the goal.
Chapter 113 What a pity those hands of yours.
Chapter 114 You don't know, Zhang Jun is already engaged to Sophie...
Chapter 115 ...
Chapter 116 To hell with it!
Chapter 117 Anke smashed the soccer ball in his hand hard against the wall opposite him. With a "bang!" the soccer ball bounced back, but it hit Anke's face squarely. The soccer ball fell to the ground and kept bouncing, as if mocking him: You big fool!