"My name is Carlos. I'm ten years old."
Perhaps it was because he had been exercising for too long, his voice sounded a little burning.
Su Qingjia felt as if he had been through so many years of being a wife. F * ck, she finally spoke. Although it was dry, it sounded very nice. She was so excited to say it, but as a lady, she still had to be reserved. Su Qingjia took a deep breath and said,"You believe me?"
Carlos lowered his head and turned the ball." Yes, a football school coach once said that. But I don't understand."
His head was lowered, and Su Qingjia could only look at the back of his head.
"You're very good and talented. Why didn't the coach bring you to school?”Carlos was a perfect fit for this kind of football school that recruited students with football talent.
"That was the first time I really touched a football. I had only played the ball I made with plastic bags and woven fabric.”Carlos 'voice was a little soft, but Su Qingjia still heard him clearly.
There was a huge difference between a homemade ball and a standard ball. The strength and angle of the ball were not universal.
It was like writing with a fountain pen all the time, but during the college entrance examination, they told you to use a brush to answer questions.
Although they were both pens.
The football school would test whether your body was up to standard, whether you had a sense of teamwork, whether you had football skills, and whether you had a football quotient.
The first three points were hard targets. The fourth point was a bit mysterious. It was a feeling that couldn't be described, but a good player was the standard of a superstar, just like how a beautiful woman would have breasts.
Su Qingjia looked at the boy. He looked a little thin and not very strong, but he was still young. A good and healthy diet could be improved. Although he looked far from being as tall as an ordinary ten-year-old Spanish boy, his calves were very long and should grow very tall in the future.
Not every boy with dwarfism could meet Tournini, not every club was willing to pay $900 a month for treatment to gain a completely unknown future, and not every runner on the field could become Messi.
Teamwork. Carlos looked a little lonely...
For a child, it was too complicated.
Skills-he had never even touched football before.
Su Qingjia suddenly felt a little sorry for this boy. He was born in a country where football flourished, but the sweat and shouts on the green field were destined not to belong to him.
Looking at the can that had stopped spinning, Su Qingjia held back his tears." I can explain it to you. Do you want to listen?"”
Carlos looked up at her with excitement, joy, and gratitude.""Thank you."
"Drink some water first. You've lost a lot of water and salt.”Su Qingjia's heart ached for this hardworking boy.
"To put it simply, you will sprint, shoot, jump, tackle, or intercept the ball during the game, right?”Seeing the boy nod, Su Qingjia continued,"
"These can be categorized as high-intensity, anoxia-free movements.”She found a branch and gestured in the sand." What I'm drawing now is called Ang-3, which is short for Adenine Trimonate. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It roughly means energy, and the one produced with it is called actic acid.”Su Qingjia wrote a few letters on the ground, including " ATP" and " Lactic acid ", and asked,"
"Do you feel sore after exercising?”
Carlos nodded.
"That's the effect of the acid. It makes you feel tired.”Su Qingjia added.
"When you perform high-intensity, anoxia-free movements, your body needs to use up the ATP-level to supply your muscles with glucose. Then, during the low-intensity stages of the game, such as walking, jogging, and standing, the body would begin to recover. This way, the ATP-level would be replenished, and the actic acid would be eliminated at the same time.”
"Lactic acid will be reflected in the oxygen activity.”She looked at the boy who was serious." This is why your breathing becomes heavier after you slow down or stop from strenuous exercise. It's because you have to inhale a lot of oxygen to provide you with the oxygen for the exercise. Hmm, do you understand?"
Carlos pursed his lips and nodded.""So you need to rest to recover after strenuous exercise, right?”
“Bingo! You're so smart." Su Qingjia looked around." Can we sit over there and rest?"”
Carlos did not answer, but he stood up with his hands.
Su Qingjia found a shady place that was relatively clean. The two of them sat down and continued to talk.
"Therefore, the time interval between a player's re-entry and high-intensity exercise depends on the rate at which his body replenished his ATP. The rate at which his body was regenerating his actic acid, as well as other processes. And the oxygen breathing I mentioned just now is the recovery process. The faster the recovery speed, the higher the frequency of running at full speed.”
"Therefore, the longer you can play in your best condition without feeling tired, the longer you will be. So, the physical fitness we talk about in football is not just the ability to run for a long time, but your ability to recover quickly.”
"Football is not a marathon. You don't have to run for a long time without stopping. If you exercise like this, it will cause your body to undergo an anabolic exercise. Uh, anabolic exercise is not good. If your body can't recover from the biochemical exercise, then you won't be able to last long in the game, and you'll easily feel tired.”
"If your body can't recover from this, then you won't be able to last long in the competition. You'll feel tired very easily. So, you know, you won't be able to improve your physical fitness by training like this. This was because it did not achieve the goal of training you to recover your energy quickly.”
"Do you understand?" Su Qingjia finished his sentence in one breath. These were the secrets of football discovered by later generations of science. After being recognized by many clubs, they could better stimulate the potential of players.
"Thank you. I don't really understand it, but I know it quite well." Carlos's mouth twitched at her, and his expression was a little strange. Carlos tried several times, but he failed.
After a while, Su Qingjia realized that the boy was trying to smile at her.
Su Qingjia smiled and reached out her hand. Carlos took a step back.
"Don't move, I'll teach you." Su Qingjia didn't mind. She approached the beautiful Spanish boy and lifted the corner of his lips with her index finger." Like me, up, showing your teeth."”
After trying a few times, she finally saw the boy's shy smile. It was like the Mediterranean sun, and there was a dimple on the left side.
Her skin was really good.
Su Qingjia couldn't help but give him a hug.
They were almost at the same height. The boy in her arms stiffened for a long time. It was so long that Su Qingjia was about to let go of him before she felt his relaxation.
Carlos hugged her back.
"Su Qingjia-"
"Su Qingjia…" It was Liu Mengya's voice.
She had been here for a long time without realizing it. She made a regretful expression and said," Sorry, Carlos. My friend is looking for me. I have to go. See you next time."”
Carlos let go of his hand, looking a little disappointed.
" Mengya, I'm here!" Su Qingjia shouted. She turned around and frowned. The handsome boy seemed unhappy." Carlos, do you want to take a look at the gifts today? I'm sure you'll like them."”
Carlos picked up the ball from the ground and walked to the track. He placed the shifted can in place and began to practice.
"Su Qingjia, why did you run away alone? I wanted to play with you, but I didn't see you.”Liu Mengya complained childishly.
In the world of children, friends had to share happiness and hardship together. This point was always too complicated in the world of adults.
After Carlos walked away, Su Qingjia retracted her gaze and apologized to this " child " she had just made." I'm sorry, really. I don't know why I got lost and came here. Hey, let's go play with your new Barbie doll."”
"Okay, okay. Let me tell you, my Barbie is especially beautiful. My father brought it back for me from England.”The eight-year-old girl obviously didn't know that there was a trick in the world to divert attention.
The incomprehensible language made Carlos realize that they were not from the same world.
The pretty black-haired girl looked like a doll he had seen on Brandt Street. He wanted to buy one to talk to him, but he had no money.
She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and the belt was the same color as the green field that he yearned for.
Her skin was as white as snow, like the cream cake he had once eaten on a classmate's birthday. They were all sweet and fragrant.
Her eyes were as bright as the jewelry worn by women who came to adopt children.
Her hair was black satin and looked very soft, while his hair was always messy.
She was wearing a beautiful hat and a delicate bag, while he only had a tattered kettle and a football that was about to break.
When she spoke to him, her voice sounded like a bird that was training with him in the morning.
She was so knowledgeable. It was the first time he had heard what she said.
When she hugged him, his body was covered in sweat and dust. He was afraid that he would dirty her dress.
When she left, he did not dare to say goodbye.
Sister Rosa had told him that people should have expectations.
He felt that the kind Sister Rosa was wrong about this.
Unlike those strong boys who grew up eating beef and drinking milk, he grew up eating potatoes and carrots, drinking soup without oil foam to play football.
However, he had never told anyone that he had sneaked out of school to participate in the football selection.
But when he received the ball, he understood that he had been disqualified.
There were too many talented teenagers in this country, but he couldn't even shoot.
The jersey on his body and the football in his hand were given to him for free when Barcelona won the championship that year. After he got the jersey, he ran to Barcelona's training ground with the ball and shouted," I will practice here one day.”He was beaten up by another group of children who were also holding gifts.
After the fight, they left happily, hidden in the celebrating crowd.
Carlos pulled back his thoughts and continued to play.
This ball had been used for almost two years, and some kind people had helped him repair it a few times.
He counted the money he got from washing dishes for the fat uncle in the restaurant on the street. There was not much work he could do.
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