Me, Captain of China

In Room 408 on the fourth floor of the Royal London Hospital, Jamie Vardy was standing next to the hospital bed, holding the corners of the blue jersey with his hands, and exclaiming excitedly: "Have you seen it? This is Zheng Zhi's blessing to you."

"Man, you can make it through."

"You must come on!"

The friend lying on the hospital bed just blinked his eyes slightly and did not speak.

Well, it's just Vardy deceiving himself. His friend can't be saved. In the late stage of brain tumor, less than a month's life, there can be no miracles.

A month ago, this friend named Angel suddenly said that he had back pain, and then went to the hospital for an examination and found that he had a late stage brain tumor, and his life was running out.

A very poor child, who was playing on the street with Vardy, and then joined the Sheffield Junior Team together, but was eliminated because of the mediocre qualifications.

Fortunately, Vardy entered the Sheffield youth team, but was soon abandoned.

However, Vardy was unwilling to give up football and chose to continue playing. He now plays for Bridge Football Club, which is active in the lower leagues.

Now, the old friend is dying. He ran to the Royal London Hospital alone to accompany him. He thought that his condition would not be as severe as he thought, but now it seems that it is not working.

In order to help him get Zheng Zhi's signature, he ran to the airport to wait for Zheng Zhi, and finally got Zheng Zhi's signature and blessing as he wished.

However, the reality is cruel, which does not help friends to reduce pain and return to health.

"Hi, buddy,"

"Get well quickly, we can still play in the park like we did before,"

"We can also sneak up on the roof to watch the Sheffield game on weekends,"

"I promised you that I want to play in the Premier League. I will definitely be able to do it. You have to be a witness."

"Also, don't you like Lisa next door? I decided to send you a love letter."

"Well, yes, we have not been to Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge, Emirates Stadium, Anfield Stadium to watch football, we..."

"Hey guy."

Vardy said to himself, but did not notice that the ECG monitor screen not far away had been stretched to a limit, and there was no beating sound...

drop------

His little friend is gone.

At this time, doctors and nurses also came in, but they were not in a hurry. Maybe they knew that the patient was beyond salvation, so they acted so calmly.

The doctor also came over and patted Vardy on the shoulder.

"Child, he no longer has to suffer from illness and pain, he went to see God."

"You should be relieved."

...

Vardy couldn't hear a word. He didn't know whether there was a God in this world. He only knew that he had lost a friend who had been playing since childhood.

Later, he helped his friend put on a Chelsea shirt and left the ward...

This world has become more lonely, losing my best friend, maybe, only football is left...

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The next day, Zheng Zhizhen called Jamie Vardy, but after the call, the phone was turned off.

Naturally, he did not contact Vardy.

I wanted to go to the hospital to visit this friend of Vardy, my fan.

At noon, he tried to make another call, but it still showed that it was turned off.

It is impossible for him to give up Vardy. When he returned to the training ground to train in the afternoon, Zheng Zhi went to the youth training camp and found Arneson, the head of the youth training department.

This middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, a round face, and a blessed body was naturally surprised by Zheng Zhi's arrival.

"Hey, Zheng, why are you here?"

Zheng Zhi actually had a bad impression of Arneson, because he heard Mourinho's nagging, this guy basically did not provide even a young rookie to Chelsea's first team, and his work ability is very bad.

And I have seen articles criticizing Arneson in a certain news before.

"Mr. Arnesen, I want to find a player's profile. I don't know if this young player is in your database." Zheng Zhi expressed his intention.

Zheng Zhi wrote the name of'Jamie Vardy' on the paper at the table.

"Ha, then you are looking for the right person. Almost all the data of England's rookies are in my computer." Arneson patted his chest and said with confidence.

This is purely bragging. If it is so awesome, would Chelsea’s youth training be so bad?

Of course Zheng Zhi didn't believe it.

But Arneson had already taken the paper, and entered Vardy's name into the computer.

Soon, the computer started searching.

"There are several names of Vardy,"

"But there is no one named Jamie Vardy."

"Why not?" Zheng Zhi was slightly taken aback, "Didn't you say that all the rookies in England are in the computer?"

Arneson quickly explained, "Ah, I just set the filter criteria. I remove the set criteria and it should be found."

"You know, after the ratings of some young players are too low, we don't have to display them, and we automatically filter them." Arneson said while changing the settings.

Soon, he spoke again.

"Found it, Jamie Vardy ~www.readwn.com~ now plays for Stokesbridge Football Club, is about to turn 18 years old, position forward, rating e-."

"Oh, God, it's too bad, this kid."

Arneson shook his head repeatedly.

e-.

Zheng Zhi also frowned. When he heard this e-, was Vardy's rating so bad?

Think about it with your heels to know what this rating is. The most powerful one should be a, or a+, a++++, etc. Obviously Vardy is on the opposite rating.

"In that kind of amateur league, it is estimated that a salary of 30 pounds a week." Arneson continued to express sympathy.

"Are you looking for him?"

Zheng Zhi retracted his thoughts and smiled: "Yes,"

"Can you get him to the Chelsea Youth Academy?"

"Why? He has no future. A player rated e- will turn 18 and no miracle will happen. This is absolutely a waste of the club's resources. I cannot agree to your request."

Arnesen still has professional ethics. In this matter, he does not agree to Zheng Zhi.

"Oh, don’t worry, you won’t be embarrassed. You just need to get him here. As for the cost of training, I will let my agent talk to the club. These are not your concerns. You only have to Get him here, understand?"

"Oh, there is no problem with this, but all the costs incurred on the incoming circuit..."

Damn, this guy!

Zheng Zhi cursed in his heart, but he still said kindly, "It's also mine, you will find my agent for reimbursement then.

"Ok."

"Or, you can go with my agent, and he will be here in these two days."

"This is best." Arneson smiled.

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