Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life

During the Christmas season in Germany, he was invited to a party at the Vasmeyer family.

A party as luxurious as a movie.

In the meantime, Elena, a different party dress, appeared.

"Oh, don't look so giddy, Coata... because I'm embarrassed"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Elena."

Elena was dressed very well today.

It had a different vibe than usual, so I accidentally looked at cancer. In panic, I take my gaze off.

"Maybe I'm not a good fit?

Was I behaving badly? Elena has visited with a slightly sad face.

This is bad.

"Yeah, yeah. You look great! It suits Elena perfectly!

The word is not a lie.

I'm not very familiar with women's fashion, but the atmosphere of Elena today seemed good.

The clothes are a bit empty in the chest, but they're not nasty and they look nice as adults.

The skirt also felt like a real princess, further enhancing her usual pretense.

Her hair is also up, creating a mature atmosphere.

It was a fitting outfit that truly brings out Elena's goodness.

"True ⁉ Glad... Good..."

Apparently, my choice of compliments was fine. Elena was delighted with a full smile.

(Hmm... good...)

Even in private in my previous life, I have few opportunities to talk decently with women. So to a girl my age, I didn't know what to say.

What I honestly said I thought this time would have been auspicious.

Maybe I should honestly tell a woman how I feel, rather than the words on the upper side.

"And when you wear a dress, Elena changes, too. Even though the contents are bee football geeks... do you mean" clothes for horses ”?

"This is still part of the Vasmeyer family. I'm ashamed, but I have to wear a dress too...! A bee football geek sounds terrible, Coata ⁉"

"Really? It's the best compliment I've ever had."

While Elena is twelve years old, professional leaders and directors also have facial defeat knowledge.

He was constantly reading difficult specialty books and studying with football information from around the world.

Such a respectable and likeable presence from the heart. He's an irreplaceable football geek to me.

"I like it, even if they say so suddenly..."

"Hmm? What's going on, Elena? Your face is red, though?

"D, the dress is hot and bitter, it's hot!

"Really? But glad to be back to my usual Elena!

Elena felt strange today.

But finally, my usual cheerful girlfriend is back. Maybe at first, as a member of the Vasmeyer family, I felt nervous.

Always feel, what a hospitable atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, Coata. I'll change my mind, Julian, about your brother... thank you."

"What? Maybe something happened with Mr. Julian?

"Yeah, yeah. I talked to your brother yesterday... I haven't talked to him in two years..."

During soccer practice two years ago, Mr. Julian made contact with Elena, causing her great injuries.

Since then, he carries a cross of sin in his heart. He was guilty of taking football away from his sister, who lived his life in football.

"Your brother has had a hard time watching these past two years..."

Mr. Julian, bearing the cross, has distanced himself from Elena.

On the other hand, we continue to play football out of consciousness to sin.

But that figure makes even Elena want to block her eyes. It was like sinking into the bottom of a deep darkness, and Mr. Yulian was playing with his life shattered.

"But your brother said it yesterday. Thanks to my serious battle with Coata, I remember..."

"What? Remember?

"Yeah. He said he remembered the fun of football and the real joy..."

"Right. It was..."

It would have been such a pleasure sometime.

Speaking of what I did, it was playing football with Mr. Julian.

Anyway, I want you to get along with Elena!

Anyway, I want you to dodge Mr. Julian's death flag!

With all that thought, I was desperate to fight.

Well, at the end of the day, I even forgot about the game, and anyway, I was scoring and enjoying football...

But I'm glad it turned out okrai.

Right, Mr. Julian, did you enjoy football and make up with Elena?

All right.

Now the rest is Mr. Lillian's transfer. Then we have to stop the death flag.

"And here's the only story. Julian, I heard your brother was coming from a big club in England to see you about the transfer."

"What ⁉ really?

That was the first time I heard of it, information under the water.

I didn't know Mr. Julian had a meeting this early. I didn't know or anticipate the previous life.

Perhaps having a scoring king battle hastened the timing of the meeting?

If that's the case, it's tough. Anyway, we need to come up with something to crack down on as soon as possible.

If Mr. Julian moves to England like this, the scoring king battle becomes meaningless because of it.

"It's okay, Coata. Your brother officially declined the transfer yesterday. He said he'd have an exclusive five-year contract with F.S.V."

"What, did you say no? And dedicated to it? Oh well... that's good..."

Exhale a breath of relief into Elena's words.

Mr. Lillian refused to transfer at his will. That's not all. I signed a long-term contract with F.S.V.

The future of Mr. Julian moving abroad has now been modified. The death flag would also have vanished perfectly.

I'm the only one who knows this fact. And I will live without telling anyone in the future.

"Coata...... thank you so much for this one"

"Yeah, Elena. I haven't done much..."

"Yeah yeah... thank you so much..."

"What's wrong, Elena? ⁉"

I was surprised when I raised my gaze.

Elena was smiling and weeping a lot.

Until just now, I was laughing, but what is it?

"Elena, are you okay? Now wipe your tears."

"Yeah, thanks, Coata. I just got garbage in my eyes."

"What, rubbish? Good for you then!

I gave her the handkerchief that was in Tuxedo's chest, and Elena's tears managed to stop.

Hmm. Still, I was surprised.

I'm not used to seeing girls cry, so I thought my heart would really stop.

Especially today Elena is bad for her heart because her expression really changes corny.

Hmm. Normal mind, normal mind.

Let's think about football and calm our minds.

"You mean football... oh, yeah!

That's when I came up with something.

I remember, but it's an auspicious day.

Keep going to the cloak to pick up your own bag.

"Uh, where's Mr. Julian? Oh, there he is!

And then he rushes over to the person of his purpose, Mr. Julian.

Lilian, the lead actor today, was in the middle of greeting around at the party venue.

All right. That's perfect timing.

"Uh, Mr. Lillian. Can I have a moment, please?

"Hi, Mr. Coata. I'm fine, but what's wrong?

Despite the sudden assault, Mr. Lillian responded gently.

He says he's only seventeen, but he's calm and grown-up around here. Exactly.

"I'm sorry to bother you all of a sudden, but would you like to play football with me?

I take the soccer ball out of the back. I even dribbled up to the Vasmeyers today, so I brought it.

(with Mr. Lillian who blew it all off...... I want to play football!

I was just talking about Mr. Julian and I really wanted to kick the ball with this guy.

Until yesterday, this man was playing, bearing the cross of sin.

But now I should be getting rid of everything and a different dimension of player than I've ever been.

That's all I thought about, and I couldn't stay here or stand.

"Playing football now, Mr. Courta?

"Yes, it is! I can't explain it well, but I want to play football asexually with Mr. Julian! Just a little, if you can, right now..."

"Hey, hey, Coata! What are you saying during the party, you ⁉"

Just for the record, Elena pinches my mouth.

He said he was in the middle of a formatted Vasmeyer family party now. Besides, Lilian, your brother says he's the star of today's party.

"Well, this me and... strangely enough, I was just driven by the urge to kick the ball with you, Coata."

"What, is it true ⁉"

Is that what this is all about?

Oh, my God, Mr. Julian wanted to play soccer, and he didn't.

Maybe the excitement of yesterday's scoring match in the league wasn't chilling either. That game's battle was really hot.

Their legs and their whole bodies craved a soccer ball.

"Grandpa. That's why I'm going to take a few seats off and go to the courtyard. May I?

Mr. Julian speaks to the old man who was next door. How dare he be Mr. Julian's grandfather?

'Go, my grandson, Julian. You bet your honor with the Vasmeyers and F.S.V., you win!

Mr. Yulian's grandfather...... I mean, the owner of F.S.V. has a full grin and sends out his grandson.

Originally the Vasmeyers liked football too much, the clan that founded the club.

When it comes to football, maybe the whole family is a great clan of football idiots.

All right, now I've got the pardon of my parents.

Me and Mr. Julian go barefoot and go out into the large courtyard of the lawn.

The lawn courtyard also has trees just right for the goal and this looks like fun.

"Whoa, is the battle between Coata and Yulian going to start?

'Sounds interesting, huh? Let's join them!

'Right. It's your chance to appeal to the ladies about what's good about us!

F.S.V. 's teammates also went barefoot and came out into the courtyard. Festival-loving and in a brooding mood, they start exercising up.

"Ho ho? That sounds interesting. Then the old pestle and the eagle... '

"If you're going, so are your rivals thirty years ago!

'Which, let's say we go too...'

At some point, even the other party attendees, came out into the courtyard.

From the young to the old, people of a wide range of ages were barefoot.

That's right. Germany, where soccer flourishes, likes Nori.

Besides, maybe the people invited to the F.S.V. party at the football club have a lot of raw football fanatics.

"Hey, Coata... you guys really play football in the middle of a party...?

Elena was stunned by the exact situation.

I don't even know how that feels.

Somehow the adults in tuxedos are trying to play football barefoot in the middle of the winter courtyard.

It's not a normal sight, no matter what you think.

"Yeah, I mean it, Elena! Ah, just give me the order to start."

"The decree of initiation, Coata, you... well, fine. If this happens, do everything you can, please. I'm coming!

Elena signals the start of the game with a rash.

I was laughing bitterly at the silliness of it.

'Well, I'll go, gentlemen!

"" "O!!" "

This is how the impromptu football tournament starts in my kick-off.

The venue is the courtyard of the Vasmeyer family.

Participants fall apart men of all ages and status, no matter what their pro amas are.

It was a different sight, all barefoot in the tuxedo.

"Pass, let's go!

'Hey, stop it!

'All right, keep shooting!

But they really seemed to enjoy playing football.

I chase the ball and kick it towards the goal...... I was passionate about the fun of such a football origin.

"I knew football was the best..."

Play with me, and be emotional at the sight.

I was impressed with the people I had just met on this occasion and the wonders I could enjoy this way.

"Let's go, Japanese boy!

'Yes!'

Grandpa from the same team, gave me a pass. Suddenly it is a path of great precision.

Maybe he was an old famous German player? Listen to me later, I need to get an autograph.

"Okay, come on!

Thus the strange party of the Vasmeyer family continued with laughter.