"There is one more thing," Zhou Wen said, quietly observing Ivan's expression, with a hint of embarrassment in her expression, "Chelsea lost to Manchester United 5:6 on penalties and did not win the championship."
She pulled the quilt for Ivan and touched his forehead gently.
She added: "But the boys were great. They tied 4-4 before the penalty shootout. It was a scary number. It was a very exciting game."
Ivan listened quietly, feeling a little lost. He felt sorry for Chelsea missing out on the Champions League for several seasons, for his respected husband and club owner Abramovich, and for himself for not being able to experience the final.
Not only did he miss the Champions League final, he probably missed his entire life.
If I had to say what he was most unwilling to accept, it would probably be this.
Are you just unwilling to accept this?
How is that possible.
A voice was shouting in his ear, what European champion? Your ambition goes beyond that. You clearly also want the world championship. You clearly want to run on the track!
You clearly can't bear to leave that green field!
But he said nothing in the end, just smiled quietly: "I see, thank you. What about the captain and the others? I think I heard their voices before."
Zhou Wen explained: "They said they were going to buy you a gift."
"The doctor said you need to rest quietly, so they left. Do you want to sleep for a while?" Gray's cold voice sounded.
Alvin shook his head. He had been sleeping for several days and now he was no longer wearing pajamas. He felt very energetic.
Zhou Wen said lovingly but without letting anyone refuse: "Then take a nap. I'll ask your mother's assistant to bring the soup over. Your teammates haven't come back yet, so we won't bother you anymore."
Gray took out her cell phone and sent a message to her assistant, asking her to drive over and be smart when she came and not go through the main gate.
Alvin closed his eyes obediently and simply studied the VAR system.
The system interface is very simple, displaying basic information such as his current physical condition, age, occupation, etc.
Name: Alvin DeWitt
Age: 19
Physical condition: Unhealthy
Occupation: Player (with reservations)
Achievements: European Golden Boy, Premier League Champion, FA Cup Champion
Current items: None
Emotional experience: None
Talent skill: Dynamic vision (cooling time 30 seconds, no upper limit)
“……”It seems like there is a lot of information.
Ivan quietly opened his eyes, and while the two ladies were not paying attention, he cast his gaze towards a vase placed on the windowsill, trying to feel the so-called "innate skill".
The moment his vision focused on the vase, his sight seemed to no longer move in a straight line, but he was able to observe the vase from all angles!
Ivan's brain started working rapidly. What is the use of this talent? For a player, it is somewhat useful, especially for a player who organizes an offense. He can observe the positions of the players on the court from a bird's eye view, just like playing Pro Evolution Soccer, and find the best offensive path more conveniently and quickly.
But he may be facing retirement.
This talent has become a decoration?
[System, are you there? ]
【VAR generation is at your service. 】
[What are the current items? ]
[When the host achieves an achievement that can be recognized by the system, the host will be randomly rewarded with some items. 】
That's probably the same as the novice gift pack just now.
[So what do I need to do? ]
【……】
Alvin asked again, but the system still didn't answer him.
...Maybe this system is not smart enough.
[Host, please do not doubt the functionality of the system. Thank you for your cooperation. 】
“…”
While Alvin was still thinking about the usefulness of dynamic vision, the deliberately light footsteps outside the door interrupted him.
The door was gently pushed open.
Are you asleep? The teammates who were looking around were lip-syncing to Zhou Wen.
Ivan moved his head and Zhou Wen gently shook her head at them.
The eyes of several players, whose average height was 1.85 meters, suddenly lit up, but then they became entangled, pushing each other, and refused to be the first to come in.
Gray looked at their awkward performance coldly. The screen of her cell phone lit up and the assistant said that she had entered the hospital with an incubator.
She stood up slowly and walked to the door slowly, with an elegant and calm temperament. The crowd that was staring at each other was suddenly startled, frightened by the aura of the strong woman and spontaneously made way.
Then, everyone watched her leave with admiration.
Drogba touched his chin and sighed: "Hey, this is Ivan's mother?"
Several people silently swallowed the answer that was about to come to their lips: Yes, it’s a good thing that Alvin is not like her, otherwise they would probably freeze to death often.
I wonder how Alvin developed such a gentle personality? This group of naive players all sighed with emotion.
Still too young.
They will be slapped in the face by reality in the future.
Go, go, go and see your teammates.
Several people with very simple thinking processes came in one after another. The ones in front were holding various flowers, and the ones behind them were bringing a bunch of food.
"Ivan~" Cech greeted. As the striker and goalkeeper, they had always been training to pass the ball to each other in the team and they had the closest relationship, so he simply took the lead.
"Feeling better?" He sat down carelessly, with a black helmet on his head, which made him particularly conspicuous among the crowd.
Ivan blinked: "I feel much better now. Thank you for coming to see me. And for bringing so many gifts~~"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be polite if we're brothers," Cech said, unpacking a large bag of snacks he bought, "Let me show you, these are all delicious. You'll definitely like them..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at.
Terry was speechless: "Is this something the wounded can eat?"
Everyone else bought supplements, but he bought snacks.
Zhou Wen smiled: "It's okay, we can eat it when Aiwen is better."
Cech: "That's right! Grandma is absolutely right! Captain, as a wounded soldier myself, I understand the wounded best. These are the things I really want to eat but can't. Next year, when I can take this thing off my head, I will enjoy a good meal!" Ivan's grandmother is their grandmother, so there's nothing wrong with calling her that!
"You think everyone is like you."
"Hahahahahaha!" everyone laughed.
Zhou Wen looked at his helmet with concern: "How is your recovery, kid?" She knew that he had a skull fracture two years ago and had been wearing this helmet for two years.
It is not easy for Cech either. He has played with injuries in the past few seasons, not only to his head but also to his shoulder. He played bravely in the Champions League final and saved Ronaldo's penalty. He is a good boy who deserves admiration and sympathy.
Cech grinned: "The doctor said I'm recovering well, but it's a bit of a hindrance to wear. It keeps me warm in the winter, but it's a bit hard to breathe in the summer."
"No, no, no, it's good for you to wear it. At least as far as I know, many female fans remember you because of your 'hat'."
"Hey! Isn't it because of my handsome face?"
Lampard poured cold water on him: "Think about Martina, the tank soldier."
"Tank Soldier" is Cech's nickname because he wears a cool helmet.
When the name of his wife, with whom he has a very good relationship, was mentioned, Cech immediately became timid.
Then he was fully revived and said proudly: "Adela especially likes her father's hat and often asks me to hold her."
“…”Here he comes again, the daughter-showing maniac.
Anelka suddenly said: "Then ask the doctor to change the color of the ring to pink, for example. Little girls probably like it."
There was another burst of ghostly laughter in the spacious ward. If you didn't know, you would think it was this group of people who won the championship not long ago.
Everyone tacitly kept silent and did not mention the previous game or Ivan's injury, as if they were just chatting and joking normally.
Zhou Wen looked lovingly at the group of young people who were all children in her eyes: "I'll go out and see if Aiwen's mother is back. You guys continue chatting. By the way, the water dispenser is over there."
"When Alvin is discharged from the hospital, you all can come to my house and try the Chinese food I cook. Alvin has loved it since he was a child."
"Oh! That's great! I will be the first one to arrive."
"What a treat! What a treat!"
“Can I bring my family?”
Zhou Wen: "Of course."
"Hahahahahaha!" The laughter almost blew the roof off.
Nurse Sefera, who was passing by, knocked on the door and walked in with dissatisfaction: "Please keep your voice down!" As she said that, she glared at everyone, not afraid of their identities at all.
She turned to look at her idol again, and her expression changed in a second, as if her ferocious look just now was just an illusion. "Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. DeWitt?"
Ivan smiled and shook his head: "Not yet, thank you, nurse."
"Press this button if you need anything and I'll be there the minute I get back." After saying that, she left worriedly.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Barak looked at Ivan teasingly: "Very charming, young man, I am optimistic about you."
"Honestly, I think that girl is nice and has a pretty face. Ivan, you better seize the opportunity. Maybe we can have another meal with you in a few days."
“Hahahaha~”
After Zhou Wen left, the topic of conversation became more outrageous and unknowingly deviated towards some strange direction.
Terry held his forehead.
"Captain, what about him?" Alvin looked at the calm captain.
"Oh, I haven't had time to tell you yet. Mr.'s agent is now negotiating a breakup with the club..." The captain's smile faded, "I called him and told him you were awake. He told us to come visit you, but he won't come. He also told me to tell you that we can have dinner together after you recover."
Ivan nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Terry hesitated for a while, but finally asked, "What are your plans for the future?" The group of reporters outside the door were still waiting patiently.
"I'm preparing to announce my retirement." Ivan smiled, as if he was discussing what to eat for lunch today.
"..." Everyone was stunned into silence by his frank words.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I've been lying down for a few days, am I not handsome anymore?"
Cech swallowed hard and said, "No, you are still the most handsome guy in the team."
"Are you sure?" The older players put away the carefree expressions they had just deliberately created.
"Well. Look at my legs. They probably won't allow me to continue kicking them." Alvin said calmly.
Everyone's attention was immediately focused on his tightly wrapped lower limbs.
"Guys, don't make those faces. I'm not dead yet." Seeing their expressions of dismay, Ivan couldn't help but joked, "The doctor said that I can still run and jump in the future. There's no problem at all. I just can't play football."
"The most important thing is that I am younger than all of you. I can still go back to school and do more things that you cannot do."
"..." It seemed that a few older people were looked down upon.
Why does it feel a little wrong?
This kid's tone sounds a bit like asking for a beating?
Forget it, he is the one who is most injured, so I won’t bother with him.
Wait...damn, who is the one who needs to be comforted?
His old face turned red with shame.
Now that we have talked about it, the last bit of restraint will be gone.
"Study? No, no, no, you shouldn't just be a good kid. Believe me, Alvin, you can try your luck in Hollywood, or walk on the catwalk in Paris... Let's not talk about that for now. Give me an autograph first. Give me more. This is more important."
“……”Damn this money-grubber.
Ivan was speechless: "No, I think I have other choices?"
"for example?"
"What do you think about being a referee?" He just remembered the third-level referee certificate that might have been gathering dust in his drawer.
Cech was so stunned that he forgot to pick up the empty cup that fell to the ground.
Ballack pondered: "I have an idea." There are people who choose to switch careers and become referees because they are injured and can no longer continue to play football.
Referees in the top leagues of the Premier League are also paid well. For example, the famous English referee Webber receives an allowance of more than 80,000 pounds a year just for officiating domestic matches, not including travel expenses. UEFA has implemented the high-salary policy to maintain integrity since this year, and the treatment of referees has been greatly improved. In addition, referees have relatively more free time, as many referees only have a second job.
Ivan is well-known and is considered a good boy by the referees. As a striker who is often violated, he never shamelessly rolls around and throws a tantrum to ask the referees for a penalty. It can be said that he has a good criminal record. As long as there is a senior referee willing to recommend him, it is relatively easy to get promoted.
Cech's focus miraculously shifted again: "You will definitely be a fair and good referee!" Obviously he also thought of Ivan's good habit of strictly abiding by the rules, and his goals have never been disallowed by the referee.
It is better not to mention the referees of the Premier League. When others mention the referees of the Premier League, the first thought is: Oh, I know, they have a referee named Clattenburg, and I heard that he officiates the game with blind glasses...
If Alvin is serious, they sincerely wish him success and become a clear stream among the blind players in the Premier League.
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