The Midfield Master

"Of course, these are not the points of our concern. Anyway, Huang Yifei, this guy, only showed his head in the last six months." Luca put his hand behind his back, raised his head and said earnestly.

Neymar saw Luka's tone become serious again, knowing that Luka was going to talk about some great things next, and this was how his father wanted to talk about great things every time.

"So, before he became famous, he couldn't be regarded as famous. It can only be said that before he showed his prowess, he may have experienced a period of time without playing a ball."

Luca didn't know Huang Yifei's age, but he secretly thought that Huang Yifei was already 30 years old. After all, the video tapes were so blurry that people could not see the players' faces.

He didn't show his prowess until he was 30, and it can be said that he was born late.

"So, son, the temporary frustration right now is nothing. You have to stick to it and never admit defeat. Football has been your favorite thing since childhood!"

Having said this, Luka's mind couldn't help but think of what Neymar's football coach Lucas said about him on the phone when he received it on the phone.

"Your son is not suitable for an 11-a-side football game. He will have no results playing with us. It is better to send him home earlier!"

That kind of determined tone made Luca feel like scolding the coach on the phone.

"Why do you say that my son can't do it!" But Luca didn't. Luca could only make a smile.

"Coach, you give your son another chance. He is capable. It may be that he hasn't adapted to the rhythm of the game. You can give him a little more training time. Please ask the coach!"

This is a father who can sometimes give up some of his dignity for the sake of his children.

Now, Luca said to Neymar earnestly with his sign behind his back. Neymar was moved temporarily in his heart, but soon calmed down. Luca has said this to himself many times.

And he still looks like that. "Dad, I will work hard! I won't give up!" But Neymar answered his father firmly.

Although Neymar is not confident in himself anymore, he still has a stubbornness in his heart, and his youthful spirit is still in Neymar's heart.

"Son, Dad believes in you!" Luca hugged Neymar, Neymar felt very warm, and then Luca walked out of his room.

Before Neymar returned to the TV, he looked at the football in the corner, unwilling and of course determined.

"I have persisted for so many years, but I can't just be defeated like that!"

What Lucas and Lucca said, also said to Neymar.

The same thing between the father and son was that they didn't tell each other, but the difference was that Luca chose to request, but at that time Neymar stubbornly left without looking back.

Neymar knows what to do if he doesn't follow the principles of professional football. Otherwise, it is to work as a child labor waiter in a local chaotic bar, and sometimes receive tips from customers because of mercy. When I got home, I helped my mother grind the coffee beans and waited until the next morning to get them at the market to sell them.

Otherwise, he would follow his father, go to the construction site to do some miscellaneous things, and return home as muddy as his father. Tired didn't even have the thought of playing football.

"No, no, this is not what I want!" Neymar whispered silently in his heart.

"I don't have anything to do except football." Neymar couldn't think of any other professions he could do besides football players.

"You must insist, and never give up!" Neymar repeated what his father said to him.

Then continue to sit down and continue to watch the replayed video on the TV.

Until late at night, when Neymar saw that the simple clock on the wall had pointed the hour hand to 10 o'clock, Neymar reluctantly got up and put the TV off and lay on the bed.

He was very sleepy, but he kept playing back what he saw on the videotape, Huang Yifei's every move, and the last penalty kick.

Slowly it seemed that something was suddenly opened in Neymar's head, but Neymar felt as if he had figured out something in an instant, but Neymar didn't know what it was.

Because he was already sleepy, Neymar didn't have the energy to think. He fell asleep, and when he woke up the next day, he had completely forgotten about it.

One week soon passed. Every Sunday is the day of the echelon match between Sao Paulo and the state clubs. There are naturally many football matches in Brazil. Even the youngest echelon has a complete league system. From this aspect, it can be seen that Brazil's football system is perfect.

Neymar is on the bench, and the players on both sides are ready to play.

This week, Neymar's performance was actually pretty good. Neymar felt as if he had opened up, as if there was a voice in his heart telling himself when he should pass and when he should pass the ball.

However, Neymar's gaze swept over the opponent's jersey. Their jersey was pure white, but there were three stripes of red, white and black on the chest. This is a jersey that Neymar is more familiar with.

Living in Sao Paulo for nearly 10 years, Neymar is also a loyal fan of Sao Paulo. There are still several jerseys of this style on Neymar's clothes rack.

This game is very important. Both Santos and Sao Paulo belong to the State of Sao Paulo. In addition to the La Liga, the two will also meet in a number of events such as the Brazil Cup.

The relationship between the two clubs can be described as incompatible.

Neymar is infinitely eager for him to play in this game. At this time, a teenager wearing a Sao Paulo uniform saw Neymar sitting on the bench. His eyes showed no contempt for Neymar.

Neymar knew this guy, Ortega. When I was still living in Sao Paulo, I had some holidays with this guy.

But it's different now. They are now the main winger of the Sao Paulo u11, and Neymar is just the water dispenser manager for every game.

Just received professional football training a few years earlier than Neymar, you know when he was a child. Ortega is nothing more than Neymar's ankle shake.