About football, about ideals...

"GOAL!!!!!! Incredible goal! Alexander seemed to fly at that moment! How on earth was this action made?"

　　At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was cheering for Alexander, but only John and Isabella felt their hearts pinched.

　　This action is cool, but it's also too dangerous.

　　Alexanderping flew up, and at the moment he hit the goal, he had jumped to the same height as the defender, and then fell down without any protection.

　　It hurts just to look at it.

　　To their immediate relief, the brat quickly stood up again as if nothing was wrong.

　　His teammates rushed over, but Alexander calmly waved his hands, indicating that he did not want to celebrate.

　　"Alexander refused to celebrate. It seems that he still recognizes Reading as his old club. This is rare. You must know that he has not played a game for Reading's first team, and he does not seem to be very popular in the youth team. Attention, even if he is cheering wildly at Reading's home court now, it is not without reason, and such a wonderful goal does not have the same passionate celebration, which always makes people feel that something is missing, but no matter what, It's never wrong to be grateful, and perhaps his silence is more worthy of our respect..."

　　Reading fans had mixed feelings for the first time today. After a moment of silence, they still applauded Alexander.

　　"It's 5-1. In the last game, Arsenal was 4 goals behind and they were able to complete the comeback 7-5. However, Reading is destined to be unable to complete such a miracle in this game. In other games, Manchester United went 1-0 away. After a small victory over Sunderland, Manchester City defeated Newcastle 4-0. The top three in the league will remain unchanged..."

　　Reading didn't even hold on to the final bottom line and started to break the pot. Instead, they played several good offensives. However, the gap in physical strength could not be made up and they failed to truly threaten the Gunners' goal.

　　Arsenal also called it quits, and the game ended with 1-5.

　　With two teams, one in the Champions League and one in the English Championship, it is not surprising to have such a score, but the firepower displayed by Arsenal still makes people look forward to their performance in the Champions League.

　　"Alexander has scored seven goals in three games in the league, and his efficiency is the highest in the entire Premier League. According to this scoring rate, he may even break Shearer's record of 34 goals in a single season in the Premier League. However, according to the rules we are familiar with, As teams pay more attention to and become familiar with him, such terrifying efficiency will definitely decline, but even if he only maintains a one-goal efficiency per game, he is still the most terrifying goal-scoring machine."

　　Reading captain McAnuff walked towards Alexander, stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "I'm sorry to meet him in this way, but I still want to say: welcome home."

　　"Thank you," Alexander smiled, "Maybe we will have the opportunity to fight together in the future."

　　Of course, McAnuff knew that what he said was polite, so he could only smile bitterly: "I hope so."

　　On the sidelines, Wenger shook hands with Adkins and left after that, but Adkins deliberately waited for Alexander at the door of the player tunnel.

　　In addition to regrets, he mainly complained to Alexander about his predecessor.

　　"To be honest, I even wanted to kill McDermott. I don't mind the mess he left me, but what I can't figure out is what his eyes are for."

　　Alexander replied: "You can't say that. If you look at my statistics in the youth team, you will find that it makes sense for him to do what he did. If you want to blame it, you can only blame fate."

　　Adkins shook his head and patted Alexander on the shoulder, "No matter what, you are half Reading. Work hard. I hope you can go further in the Champions League."

　　Alexander nodded, "I also hope we can meet in the Premier League next season."

　　Adkins sighed and left thoughtfully.

　　Alexander was asked to attend the post-match press conference again.

　　"Alexander, congratulations on scoring a wonderful goal. The moment the football crossed the goal line, did you have any special feelings in your heart? You know, that was Reading's goal."

　　"Of course it feels a little different, so I didn't celebrate after I scored."

　　"So Redding is special to you?"

　　"Of course, I have lived in Reading for a long time and received six years of professional training in the Reading youth academy. Although I ultimately failed to play for Reading, we all know that this is professional football and you can never know Where is your next stop?"

　　"Huh? So what you're saying is... you'll leave Arsenal one day?"

　　"How did you hear that?"

　　"As you said, you can never know where your next stop will be..."

　　Before Alexander could think of a reply, Wenger suddenly leaned forward and leaned closer to the microphone, "I'm sorry, Alexander will always belong to Arsenal. As long as I am the head coach of this team, this will never change!"

　　"What if one day you also leave Arsenal?"

　　"Now is not the time to discuss this issue, let's talk about this game."

　　"Alexander, can you talk about that goal? Some people say that you are paying tribute to Cruyff. From all aspects, this goal is indeed very similar to Cruyff's."

　　"Of course, Cruyff is a legend but I just made that shooting action out of a shooter's instinct. If it happens to be similar to a legendary goal, that is my honor."

　　"The next game is against Juventus. Are you sure you will score?"

　　"All I can say is that football is round and anything can happen..."

　　After finally waiting for the press conference to end, the team also went home, but Alexander stayed.

　　This time his parents were finally able to show off and throw a big party.

　　The outside of the yard was full of reporters, and there were various "clicks" across the fence.

　　Agents also flocked to the venue again, but unfortunately no one was able to enter the venue.

　　After Alexander accepted everyone's congratulations, he ran to the balcony of his home with Lake and Dyson.

　　As before, the three young people faced the gloomy night sky and talked about their current situation and ideals.

　　It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

　　"I've decided," Dyson said with a deep sip, "I'll go back to work at the end of this season. Hey, it's agreed that when I buy Reading one day, you all have to come and play football for me! Then I will be your BOSS!"

　　Lake looked at the Coke in his hand and swallowed, and finally resisted the urge to take a sip too, patting him on the shoulder, "Ouch? Have you figured it out? Finally remembered that you are a rich second generation? But why? Reading? If you want to buy, I suggest you buy Arsenal directly. Of course, it would be better if you can buy Manchester United."

　　"Arsenal? That's not impossible, but I don't like Wenger. I will tell him to get out and let Mourinho be the head coach! Of course Guardiola is also good..."

　　Alexander smiled and said: "I became famous by playing one ball, but you want to play football manager mode? So from now on we will call you Smith Dyson?"

　　This guy is ordinary, except he has an awesome grandfather: James Dyson.

　　It's the one that makes hair dryers...

　　This family certainly has the strength to buy Arsenal, but Dyson cannot represent the entire family. Alexander and Lake just thought he was joking. They were used to joking and joking with each other like this, so they didn't take it seriously.

　　There are many second-generation rich people in football, and most of them just compete on the green field with real swords and guns, and no one has actually bought a club to run it.

　　Dyson said: "I told you earlier, go play live football, FM is for men! Brother, I don't have your talent, but I really like football, I envy you, really, I'm dreaming Everyone wants to be like you, defeating Bayern all by yourself, scoring a hat-trick as a substitute to lead England to the qualifying stage, and scoring a goal that amazes the world in front of my parents, but unfortunately, I can't do it. I don't even have the ability to enter Reading's first team. None, but you are different. You are already a world superstar. You can even become a top player like Ronaldo. Although it is a bit silly to say this, it is up to you to help me realize my football dream.

　　Alexander could only grab his shoulder and shake it, "Everyone has his own wonderful things. I also envy you for having endless money."

　　Alexander looked at Lake, "What about you? What are your plans?"

　　"Thanks to you, there have been more scouts coming to our youth training camp recently, and I have also received many invitations. If nothing else happens, I may try out for a team in the English Championship or the German Second Division. Of course, It is also possible that I will eventually give up on football, find a job that I like, and then find a beautiful girl to marry, and that will be it for the rest of my life."

　　"What if you can't find it? I mean a pretty girl."

　　"Then find someone who likes football. It won't be too bad, right?"

　　"Damn, that's a lot to ask for."