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Chapter 151 What does football mean to us?

After Tang Lin woke up, he did not rush to get up, but picked up his mobile phone to see if there was any new news from the past night.

Mainly, what are the comments on the Chinese and foreign Internet about the game in which Tyne won 9:0 over Sofia United.

He is now becoming more and more like a fan - this is a typical fan behavior, he will pay attention to the comments after winning and see how others praise him.

As a result, before he had time to read the comments about the game, he saw the message from his landlord Mr. Berg:

"Tang, have breakfast by yourself after you get up. Don't worry about me. I've already eaten."

Tang Lin looked at the time and found that it was a message left for him more than 20 minutes ago.

Mr. Berg should have gone out by now.

Although he didn't understand why Mr. Berg went out so early, since he didn't have to worry about him, Tang Lin was happy to lie in bed for a while longer...

He changed his posture, checked his phone, and went online to have fun.

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The laptop screen was on, and Zhao Zhoufa in front of the screen was as confused as a chicken coop, with red eyes, staring intently at the video editing software on the screen.

After returning to the hotel last night, he wrote the script and edited the film overnight.

I just want to present the VLOG of watching this game to the domestic fans as soon as possible.

If this was an ordinary game, then for someone like him who is familiar with the game, it could be completed in most of the night.

But yesterday's game had so much content.

As usual, I won’t talk about what happened after arriving in Newcastle before the game, and just talk about the game.

Among the nine goals, Brother Wang scored six and assisted three goals. Each goal was wonderful.

In addition, Brother Wang also set a series of records in this battle.

And lots of details...

He wanted to put them all in this video.

He had a lot more to say, some of which were addressed to Brother Wang, some to his fans, and some to himself.

I wanted to put the same in this video.

There is so much content to put in, how to edit and arrange the video, and write the text... it takes a lot of brainpower and energy.

After staying up all night, the film is still not finished.

Normally he should go to bed, as he hadn't slept for more than twenty-four hours.

But he did not feel tired. There was a fire burning in his heart, providing him with sufficient energy.

He operated the mouse with one hand and quickly pressed various shortcut keys on the keyboard with the other hand to edit, adjust the color, and fix the sound of the video material... and then inserted it into the appropriate place on the timeline.

The timeline of the video is getting longer and longer, and his VLOG is taking shape little by little.

The original sound of the game could be heard from time to time in this small hotel room, as if it was the echo of yesterday's game.

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Matt Perkins finished his breakfast, moved to the living room and picked up the remote control.

Seeing his action, the nanny wanted to stop him: "Mr. Perkins, you'd better not do this..."

"Why?" Perkins asked her.

"I'm worried it's bad for your health..."

Perkins smiled. "What's wrong with that? I know the score and the result. It's 0:9. We lost a big game away from home. After one night, I can bear it now. I just want to watch the course of the game and see how Wang and his Tyne beat us 9:0."

"But..." The nanny was not sure whether this was a lie made up by the old man. The arrival of the hostess saved the situation at this time.

"I'm also curious about how Wang did it. Let me watch with you." His wife walked up to him from behind and sat down.

And took the remote control from his hand and turned on the TV.

After some searching, they found the highlights of yesterday's game.

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Helden didn't know how he fell asleep last night, nor did he know what time he fell asleep.

Maybe he fell asleep early this morning.

When he opened his eyes, he found it was bright outside.

He turned over and reached out to grab his phone to check the time:

9:54 AM.

After staring at the time for a few seconds, Helden suddenly jumped up from the bed and began to put on his clothes in a panic, shouting as he put on his clothes: "Mia! Mia!!"

He was halfway through getting dressed when he successfully called his wife back to the bedroom door: "What happened?"

"Where's my alarm clock? Where's my alarm clock at 7:30 every morning?" Heldon asked his wife, pointing at his cell phone.

"I turned it off for you," the wife explained.

Helden's eyes widened immediately: "Damn it! Why did you turn it off? I'm going to be late for class now..."

His wife interrupted his complaint impatiently: "Why are you late? You've been fired from Sofia! Where else are you going?!"

Helden was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

Then his brain finally seemed to snap out of its recurring nightmare and realize what was happening.

Yes, in yesterday's game, he led his team to an away game 0:9 loss to Tyne led by Wang Lie, and then he learned the news that he was fired by the club at the post-match press conference.

The reporters held up their cell phones and motioned for him to look at it.

So he actually looked.

Then his memory suddenly disappeared.

It's like a blackout caused by drinking too much.

He couldn't even remember how he got home to Manchester from Newcastle.

When he regained consciousness, it was the moment he opened his eyes and woke up in bed this morning.

A corner of his life was forever missing.

Heldon, who was angry because his wife turned off his alarm clock, suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed visibly.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and raised his hands to cover his face.

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Tang Lin was reviewing his homework in his room - actually he was still checking his phone - when he heard the sound of a door opening and closing downstairs.

So he got up and went downstairs, and sure enough, he saw the landlord, Mr. Berg, coming back from outside, humming a song.

It was the song "Newcastle upon Tyne" that he could hum.

"Mr. Berg, did you go to the bar to drink again?" Seeing that the landlord was so happy, Tang Lin asked a very normal question.

Jon Berg was a little surprised by Tang Lin's speculation, then smiled and shook his head: "No, I went to the cemetery to visit my wife and son." "Ah this..." Tang Lin didn't expect the answer to be this, he quickly put on a serious face and said: "Sorry..."

Berg waved his hands: "There's nothing to be sorry about. I went to share with them the good news that Tyne had made it to the Champions League."

"But Tyne hasn't confirmed his entry into the Champions League yet." Tang Lin was very surprised.

There are still three rounds left in the league, Tyne and Sofia have the same points, and are only ranked fourth due to the advantage of goal difference.

Theoretically speaking, it cannot be said that Tyne has already secured qualification for next season's Champions League.

The ball is round and anything can happen.

Moreover, according to the "Law of Conservation of Character", Mr. Berg's behavior is more like "destroying his character", which may increase the probability of accidents.

Berger disagreed: "It's okay, I believe Wang. Didn't he promise in the post-match interview that he would lead the team to the Champions League? So I told them in advance."

Looking at the smile on Mr. Berg's face, Tang Lin thought of the landlord who was drunk in the bar yesterday.

Although he said he had an idea before going to the bar, he quickly let himself go once he got there.

In the end, I really relied on myself to help Mr. Berg back home.

This was the first time he had seen Mr. Berg so drunk since he had met him.

He thought that perhaps this was the first time Mr. Berg had been seriously drunk since he stopped drinking.

This showed how happy Mr. Berg was, so while Mr. Berg was in a good mood, he planned to ask all the questions in his mind.

He first asked tentatively: "Is this the happiest time you've had since you became a Tyne fan, Mr. Berg?"

Mr. Berg shook his head. "No. You should ask if this is the happiest day I've had in the last ten years. Then my answer is: 'Yes, this is the happiest day I've had in the last ten years!' Ha!"

Tang Lin asked again: "Is it because Tyne is about to win the Champions League qualification for next season and go to a place you have never been to before?"

"Of course, this is the most glorious moment ever in the 165-year history of the Tyne Club!" Mr. Berg waved his arms and danced excitedly at the door.

Seeing him like this, Tang Lin laughed: "Now that you put it that way, I understand a lot more. I originally thought that Tyne fans were satisfied with the status quo..."

Mr. Berg was amused by Tang Lin's words: "How is that possible? We are also human beings. Otherwise we should celebrate after losing the game and cry after winning the game. But you see, we will go back to the Miner's Bar for a drink after every victory and then have fun for the whole weekend. The same goes for Tyne fans and fans of other teams."

"I think so too. No one likes to fail. Even for someone like me who hardly watched football before and is not a fan, I would be furious if I thought about if Tyne lost to Sofia United and Wang Lie lost to Heldon in yesterday's game," said Tang Lin.

"Haha! That's right. I said, you don't need to understand football to watch it. As long as you have the most basic human emotions, you will be happy when you win and sad when you lose. It's the same for everyone in the world." Mr. Berg clapped his hands and laughed.

Seeing that Mr. Berg was in a really good mood today, Tang Lin felt that it was time to ask the core question: "So I am even more curious, Mr. Berg. I would like to ask you to answer my doubts, but I am afraid that it will offend you..."

Mr. Berg waved his hands repeatedly: "Why are you being so polite? If you have any questions, just ask!"

After getting permission, Tang Lin asked: "Mr. Berg, you said that after your wife passed away, you stopped going to watch the game because you were sad. Later, you started watching the game again. You also said that you can feel the passion that football brings you..."

Mr. Berg nodded and said, "Yes, I did say that."

"So I wondered... I wondered if it was the excitement of Tyne's victory, if it was the success of your hometown team that got you back in the stands and got you out of the pain of losing your wife. I didn't know anything about Tyne at the time, and I thought that when you returned to the field, it was just when Tyne was doing well...

"I checked Tyne's results during that period. I found that Tyne's results were up and down, and they were never good. They were even relegated once. I don't understand. Obviously, Tyne's results were not good, and you didn't feel happy from the games of your hometown team. Then why do you still support Tyne so much? Not only you, but also Mr. Dixie, and the other Tyne fans I met... Why can you continue to love this team that has never achieved brilliant achievements for almost your entire life?

"Although I am not a football fan, as a Chinese, I have heard about the past stories of Chinese football. Chinese football also had a dark past and was criticized. It seems that liking football in China is a very shameful thing. I can actually understand those who criticize Chinese football. After all, no one likes to lose. Everyone wants to win.

"And not only do you love to support Tyne, you still love football... So Mr. Berg, can you tell me, what supports you to continue to love this team? How do you get the courage and passion for life from football? Football... What does it mean to you?"

Berg didn't expect Tang Lin to ask such a question.

When Tang Lin was talking, his expression was quite serious, but when he understood Tang Lin's question, he laughed instead: "Because this is life, Tang, this is life."

"Is this life?" Tang Lin was puzzled.

"Yes, this is life, football is life." Berg replied. "You are right, Tayne's performance is not good, it has never been good, and it can not leave us much happiness. So why do I still like it? Because it is my hometown team. I have been in this team since I was born. It has become a part of my life."

He spread his hands.

"Tyne's history is unremarkable, and there is no glorious past. Most of the time, as a Tyne fan, it is actually depressing, and there is no way to gain happiness from its games. But isn't life like this? There is always more pain than happiness, and good times are always short, so we should cherish the joy in front of us.

"After my wife died, I was indeed depressed for a while. But in the end, I returned to the stands of Leeds Park. Because if I don't want to die, life must go on. Just like Tyne, losing games, relegation, on the verge of bankruptcy... But it is still there today, and it has existed for 165 years. It is an old guy who has lived longer than me and has experienced more ups and downs than me. I have to accept the imperfections and imperfections in my life, just like I accept Tyne's failure and decline.

"You asked me what football means to me. Football is not a game of winning or losing for me, but life itself. Is there any hurdle in life that cannot be overcome? After losing a game, will you not play the next game? The next game will always come, no matter you lost or won the last one. Tomorrow will always come, no matter if you had a good or bad day today. That's it."

After saying that, he looked at Tang Lin with a smile.

Tang Lin stood there blankly. He didn't expect the landlord to give such an answer.

It has nothing to do with victory or passion, dreams or blood, no impassioned speeches or tears in the eyes.

Just the ordinary life of a 74-year-old man.

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"Six goals, three assists... Milne was right not to let me watch this game live."

Matt Perkins murmured in front of the TV. He had just watched 20 minutes of game highlights with his wife.

"He may not be afraid that I can't accept the loss of Sofu League. He is afraid that I will see a king who is not bound by old feelings. He is afraid that I will be sad..."

"But you still looked at it." His wife held his hand tightly.

"It's much better to know the result in advance." Perkins slowly exhaled.

"In the Champions League final between us and Athletic Barcelona, ​​Wang was not so terrifying. It seems that the club has really hurt him badly this time..."

His wife comforted him: "Fortunately, Helden has been fired. The club has finally made the right decision! Things will definitely get better in the future!"

Perkins shook his head: "If Wang was still here, I would have more confidence. But now I don't know if things will get better in the future. The problem of Sofolian has not been solved yet..."

Then he turned off the TV with the remote control, got up and left the living room and walked out to the yard.

Sitting alone on a lounge chair in the yard, basking in the sun quietly.

The wife looked at her husband's figure in the dappled sunlight from inside the house and did not go up to accompany him.

She knew that what her husband needed at this moment was undisturbed solitude, not company.

Although he said he could handle it.

But seeing the empire he had built with his own hands being so brutally destroyed by the player he trusted and loved the most, he must have felt very painful.

What’s even more painful is that the former legendary manager can now only sit at home in the sun and do nothing.

He is old, and the business he built is decaying.

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Zhao Zhou was lying on the table, snoring loudly, sleeping soundly.

There was WeChat on the screen of the laptop in front of his head, and new messages kept pouring in from the group. In addition to enthusiastic discussions about the game, there were also calls for updates.

Below the WeChat group is the PiliPili website submission page.

In the middle of the page is a slowly crawling progress bar - the video is being uploaded and transcoded.

The video's title, introduction, category and other information have all been filled in. It only needs to be uploaded for review before it can meet his fans.

The title should be typed last, because the cursor is jumping right after the last word in the title bar.

Title: [Watching Football VLOG] On this day, I saw a real dragon in Newcastle!
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