The Midfield Master

He couldn't help but cheer for Eindhoven, of course his eyes were also the Asian who had been replaced in the second half.

Huang Yifei stayed on his body. Neymar didn't know what words he should use to describe Huang Yifei's performance on the court.

And in every move of Huang Yifei, Neymar seems to have gradually understood how he should play on the court.

Huang Yifei's excel on the court and passing the ball. It seems that every action is appropriate.

Every time he chooses to pass and pass, Neymar can't think of a more correct option than this one. Neymar was fascinated by Huang Yifei's video once again.

He didn't even hear his mother calling him downstairs.

"Neymar, I have called you several times. If you don't come down, you just wait to get hungry!" The angry mother wrapped her apron and put her hand on her bucket-like thick waist.

He pushed open the door of Neymar's room and pointed at Neymar with a big spoon. Because of anger, the spoon couldn't help shaking up and down.

"Mom, what are you doing, I was watching a video of the Champions League match, and I was interrupted by you!" At this moment, Neymar also stood up and hopped up and down on the floor of the room a few times. Express your anger.

The mother and son were planning to fight, and at the moment, downstairs in the house, there was a cry from Neymardi’s father Luca da Silva.

Luca was a local construction worker. He was covered with mud at this time. He had just returned home and heard the arguing from the stairs. He knew that Neymar and his mother had quarreled because of football again.

Luca's figure is not that tall, and even a little thin. Although he is just over 40, his hair has begun to appear slightly pale because of fatigue.

Neymar’s mothers have never supported their children to play football, although in Brazil, the proportion of parents supporting their children to engage in football is still quite high. But there will still be voices of opposition.

Neymar's mother thinks that Neymar should help his father share some pressure outside at this time. After all, the situation at home is not optimistic, and professional football training is also a big expense.

Luca walked upstairs slowly, and Neymar's mother also walked down the stairs in a huff.

While walking, he said, "I don’t know why you want this kid to get in touch with professional football training. That’s professional football. It’s not a kid’s play house. This guy really thinks he’s been playing like that outside. Jiu’s wild ball has been a few kilograms for a long time. I heard the news that he was at the bottom of the club a few days ago. I don’t think he should be exposed to professional football for a long time. At this time, I will help you go outside to do some odd jobs and subsidize the family. But it’s much better than this. He can’t play, he can’t be a professional player.” Neymar’s mother said very loudly. The middle-aged woman’s volume was already loud.

Neymar in the room heard clearly. Neymar only felt a soreness in his heart. He had worked very hard. At this moment, facing his mother’s incomprehension, Neymar squatted on the floor and put his own With his head buried in his knees, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"What's the matter, Neymar, how come a man crying alone!" Luca walked slowly into Neymar's room, because he deliberately slowed down his footsteps, so Neymar didn't notice that his father came to him. Around.

"No dad, I'm nothing but sand just got in the eyes."

Luca smiled secretly in her heart, where is the sand in this room? Neymar's reason is too bad.

But Luca did not expose Neymar. He smiled kindly at Neymar, the wrinkles on his face piled up like waves on the sea surface being blown by the wind.

"It seems that the hygiene of this room needs to be cleaned up!" Luca said while touching Neymar's head.

Although his father's hands are very rough, and there is even some dirt that has not been wiped off, Neymar feels extremely relieved at this moment as if he was slowly rubbing his heart with a feather.

"Look, what did I bring back for you!" Hearing what Luca said, Neymar raised his head and saw that his father was holding a video tape in his hand.

"Is it another video of the Champions League match!" Neymar couldn't help but cried out happily.

"Don't shout so loudly!" Luca squatted down and covered Neymar's mouth. "It's not good to be heard by your mother!"

Neymar knew why his father was so nervous, he had to know that his father was a strict wife, and that money was usually with his violent mother.

If he heard that, Luca has the money to buy a video tape for herself. If you know that the price of the video tape is not so cheap, you have to ask Luca with her big spoon.

"Guess which game video this is!" Luka whispered to Neymar.

"Could it be the match between PSV and Juventus!"

"You kid is still smart! This is the second round of the game, I won't tell you the result, you can watch it yourself!"

"Dad, I love you!" Neymar got up and hugged his father. For his dream, even if the family situation is not good, his father still supports his dream.

"Okay, let's go down for dinner first." Luca patted Neymar on the back, indicating that it's time for dinner.

"But, Dad, I want to watch this video first!" Neymar was somewhat reluctant.

"You have to eat before you can do anything! Boy! You see, football stars are very strong. If we want to be strong, Neymar has to eat."

"Okay, then!" Although Luka said so, Neymar reluctantly dragged himself downstairs.

"You kid, eat so fast, don't choke, eat slowly!" Although Neymar's mother loves this child from the bottom of her heart, she is worried that Neymar will choke when she sees Neymar gobbled it up. Her mother also didn't care about eating, she patted Neymar on the back with her thick arms.

When he swallowed the last bite of the barbecue, Neymar seemed to have completed a task. He quickly jumped off the dinner table, then stepped up the stairs in three steps and rushed to his room.

"This kid is really crazy!" Seeing Neymar's obsession, Neymar's mother shook her head, expressing her incomprehension.