Chapter 49 Meaning
The game was over, but the follow-up work was not over yet. After Eggsy scored a world-class goal, he naturally had to attend the press conference with Mr. Ranieri.
To be honest, Eggsy was not really willing to go. The excitement had passed and he was even a little sleepy. But you can't just go to the press conference if you want to. You have to go anyway.
There is nothing much to say about today's game. Newcastle United made a lot of mistakes, but the news will not make them the protagonists, so reporters from all walks of life will definitely dig into Leicester City.
Mr. Ranieri is already an old fox in the coaching world. Facing these reporters with divergent ideas, he has long been accustomed to speaking cautiously and never gives them any room for divergent thinking.
And Eggsy...
He looked so obedient that many reporters wasted a lot of memory space to take pictures of him. There was no other way but to sell well in the Premier League games now if there were only pictures of this guy.
After all, when Eggsy is on the court, he is always on the front line of attack. The photos taken are either of him breaking through, making technical runs, or organizing the attack. Although the golden pupils look beautiful, they are also very aggressive.
If Eggsy is aggressive in the golden-eyed state, like a ferocious beast like a black panther, but now that he has returned to black eyes, he is as well-behaved as a harmless little animal.
Mr. Ranieri was talking next to him, so the kid just drank some water, looked at the microphone, listened, and then continued to play by himself. All his little movements were captured by the reporters.
Because Mr. Ranieri asked a lot of questions this time, Eggsy started playing with his fingers at the back. Mr. Ranieri looked at it but didn't do anything, thinking it was normal for a child to be restless.
Eggsy sat there for quite a while, and it was only until the reporter asked him questions that the kid finally recovered from his listless state and perked up.
"Congratulations on your first world wave."
Eggsy nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you."
"So for now, Eggsy, do you feel the changes in your playing style? Why is it so changeable?" In order to prevent Eggsy from fooling around, the reporter also explained: "After these many games, you can play as a defender and a forward. I'm just curious about what your positioning is?"
Before, Eggsy was an organizing midfielder, and in the last Chelsea tug-of-war, he became a defender and a full-back. His position can be said to be very changeable, and today, when he was an offensive scoring midfielder and played a defensive counterattack, it can be said to be very changeable, which is true.
The reporter's question was quite profound. Eggsy thought about it seriously and then answered: "Actually, I don't have a particular style or position for myself. I think I obey the coach's arrangements, so I only choose what I can do and don't care about any changes."
"I've said it before, I'm a player, I am now, I will be, and I will be in the future."
After Eggsy finished speaking, he put down the microphone, and many reporters on the field looked at the young player differently. Some people may think that the innocence of children cannot survive in the adult world, while others prefer the innocence of Eggsy.
Mr. Ranieri saw Eggsy like this and felt that his purity was too rare, so he wanted to protect him so that the child could keep his sincere heart a little longer.
It just so happened that Mr. Ranieri found him an agent, and they arranged to meet at Manchester City tomorrow. It just so happened that the game was over, and the next game would have to wait for the results of another game to be known. And Eggsy happened to have an appointment with his agent tomorrow morning.
So Mr. Ranieri asked Eggsy to buy a ticket to Manchester City tonight, thinking that he would stay in a hotel in Manchester for one night to rest, and then meet with the agreed agent directly tomorrow.
Of course Eggsy agreed to this easy plan. He didn't have to go back to the club and could just go to the appointment tomorrow. Why not?
So he waited until the press conference was over, and then watched everyone get on the bus. Eggsy himself, wearing a baseball cap, a T-shirt and shorts, and carrying a sports bag, walked out of the King Power Stadium in the night and walked directly onto the street.
Looking at the gradually darkening sky and the bustling streets full of lights and wine, Eggsy suddenly felt a little lonely. Then he thought of Ramos and Modric playing in Manchester City.
Today, Eggsy was doing well, but Modric and Ramos were not doing so well. To be more precise, things had not been going well for the two of them since Eggsy left last time.
Today is the Champions League match between Real Madrid and Manchester United. Modric felt that his performance was really not that good because he was distracted on the court and almost missed the ball!
When he suddenly came to his senses, he immediately caught up with the opponent, but this scene was still seen by Ramos. Ramos even ran to his side when he returned to defense.
"Focus on the game, and we'll worry about other games later!"
Modric could only concentrate on preparing for the game again, and what he didn't want to admit was that he had been thinking about Eggsy the whole time.
The reason, of course, was the last time when Eggsy left, Ramos asked him what he thought of Eggsy, Modric really couldn't answer at that time. Later, thinking back, I felt that I really cared about Eggsy as Ramos said...
It’s over.
Modric also knew that this was true. But he always thought that this was the care of the seniors for the juniors. However, after being enlightened by Ramos, he was full of doubts about himself for a while.
At first, it was indeed out of concern for the backup, but later...
Modric rubbed his face, feeling very tired. Ramos watched his movements without saying anything. He knew that Modric had actually realized that he had invested too much in Eggsy and was probably struggling now.
Modric is a good person in every aspect, except that he is a bit slow, soft, and easy to manipulate.
But Ramos obviously didn't expect Modric to be so entangled this time. If it was really just excessive concern or something, the worst that could happen was to distance himself from him. But being entangled for so long...
Could it be that Modric really has any special feelings for that little guy?
Ramos was really scared by this move. Although Real Madrid won today, on the bus back to the hotel, Ramos didn't dare to say a word to Modric. He was thinking about what he should do if Modric really told him that he had some thoughts about the little guy?
So both of them returned to their hotel with heavy hearts. It happened that they were assigned to the same room. After they entered the room and stood in front of the door, they suddenly found that there was a little awkwardness when they saw each other.
Just when they both wanted to speak but didn't know where to start, Modric's phone rang. Ramos looked at Modric, and Modric looked at Ramos.
Ramos: "Why are you looking at me? It wasn't me who hit you."
Modric: "It's from Eggsy..."
"Then answer it quickly and check what's wrong with the child!"
Ramos said it without thinking, and covered his face as soon as he said it. Suddenly, he felt that why was he so enthusiastic?
As soon as the call was connected, Eggsy began to wheeze. Before he could say anything, Modric and Ramos were stunned. The next second, they both said in unison: "Eggsy, where are you?"
"My car has just arrived in Manchester."
Modric hadn't said anything yet, but Ramos shouted into the phone again: "Why are you here again? What are you going to learn today? Do you want to learn how to penetrate the penalty area?"
Modric looked at Ramos on the side with a bit of confusion. Why did he feel that Ramos seemed to be more enthusiastic than himself?
Then I heard Eggsy on the other end of the phone, suddenly asked: "Mr. Modric, did you see, uh, my game?"
Now Ramos's enthusiasm subsided a little because he also watched it.
"I saw it," Modric couldn't help but smile when he mentioned the world wave that Eggsy scored today. The kid also gave him a gift after scoring the goal. "Thank you!"
"No need." Eggsy was a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I came here today to see you and Mr. Ramos. I left in a hurry before."
"What about the other side?" Ramos immediately received.
"On the other hand, I want to ask you something about the agent." Eggsy had already come out of the station. He was walking on the street, casually looking at the neon-lit shops around him, and suddenly stopped.
"I have something to do here. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Eggsy hung up the phone.
"Hello, hello? What's up?"
Modric really looked at Ramos with suspicion at this time, and Ramos just raised his head and looked into Modric's eyes for a while, and seemed to realize it...
"Ahem, well, this kid, um," Ramos touched his head awkwardly and tried to explain, "He's really annoying."
The look that Modric gave Ramos was full of stories and emotions, so much so that Ramos didn't dare to look him in the face for a moment.
"Then you asked me last time that I paid too much attention to him? What do you mean by 'what do I think?'"
Speaking of this, Ramos looked at Modric seriously and asked cautiously: "What do you think?"
Modric was so angry when asked about this that he looked at Ramos and said, "I have been thinking about this question of yours these past few days, and I am almost doubting myself!"
"What can I think?!" Modric looked at Ramos angrily and shouted, "What you think is what I think!"
Ramos actually breathed a sigh of relief at this time, smiled, raised his eyebrows and nodded at Modric.
"I knew you were thinking the same thing as me!" Ramos said with a beaming smile, "We'll continue to teach him now, and then we'll trick him into coming to Real Madrid in the next transfer season."
Modric was stunned at this time. He had never thought of recruiting Eggsy to Real Madrid. After all, he really treated Eggsy as a child!
Every time he saw Eggsy, he always felt like he was seeing himself who was isolated and helpless in the football world. So, everyone wanted to help him, at least to help this kid avoid many detours. But this idea was completely wishful thinking on Modric's part, how could he have the nerve to tell others?
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