Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 713 Drug Addiction
[Asian Football Qualifiers Round of 40: China vs. Syria - Professional Live Stream, Absolutely Professional!]

This is a small Douyin live streaming room, without even a homepage verification.

But even in this live stream, 200 million viewers flooded in within 10 minutes of it starting. The barrage of comments was so high that the streamer's face was barely visible.

At this point, you must turn off the bullet comments.

"Does the streamer not need to study? Will he be able to pass the final exam...?"

Tang Ye read the comments posted by fans: "I won't fail, my grades are very good. I've been studying economics materials for the past few nights, and I've memorized all the key points for the exam."

"But you only watch for half an hour each time and then stop."

Tang Ye heard Zhou Ye's voice from the side and quickly pushed Zhou Ye away from the camera.

"She's a liar, she's a liar."

"Hey, I wasn't lying, haha!"

"I have a talent, you know? Macroeconomics isn't difficult; I just memorize the key points and I'll pass."

Tang Ye appeared quite confident.

His exam paper was, of course, different from that of ordinary students; it was specially designed.

Memorizing the core knowledge points can slightly help you manage your assets, and that's enough.

As for the exam, that's just a side thing.

"Can the football exam be broadcast live...?"

"Hey, you guys don't think this is a practical exam, do you? It's not a practical exam. If I want to play football, I need Manchester United's permission."

Tang Ye pointed out a misconception among fans.

The news reports were too simplistic, leading many fans to misunderstand Tang Ye's football test.

It's impossible to judge Tang Ye's final grades based on his long passing, shooting, and practical experience, just like other sports students.

[Host, what was the theory test about?]

"I didn't ask. It should be simple, so I won't prepare anything."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. The exam isn't the point; the competition is."

"China vs. Syria, brothers, let me first introduce our Chinese team's starting lineup for this match!"

After Tang Ye finished speaking, Zhou Ye handed over his phone, which displayed a detailed match analysis from Dongqiudi (a Chinese sports betting platform).

Goalkeeper: Yan Junling!

"Defenders: Tang Miao, Jiang Guangtai, Zhang Linpeng..."

"Hey guys, this Jiang Guangtai is really something. I talked about him in the group before. Lippi had a very high opinion of him, I remember. Hmm... it should be him. He wasn't called Jiang Guangtai at first, he should have an English name, but I can't remember it."

Browning?

Zhou Ye's voice came from the side.

"Yes, it's Brownie. I remember playing against him before, Everton, I think. Wait a minute!"

Tang Ye looked at Zhou Ye: "How did you know?"

"Haha, I'm a professional too. You definitely need to be a professional to be your assistant, otherwise how can you be an assistant?"

"Okay, okay, then."

"...Jiang Guangtai, pass the ball out!"

"Holy crap, that was a great pass! That was a really accurate one! Nice!"

"Pass to the left flank! Wu Xinghan has moved down the wing!"

"The opposing defender is number 13, but I don't know his name!"

"They intercepted us on the 13th, and they're here on the 17th! I don't even know their name, damn it!"

"..."

[Answerer, can you be a little more professional? Can you name a single Syrian player?]

[Tang the King of Football, haha, I'm dying of laughter!]

If I were a professor at Peking University, I would immediately give GGBond a player recognition test, and Tang Ye would definitely fail.

"You look down on me, Tang Qiuwang, huh? But that's really unprofessional. You don't recognize any of the players besides the Chinese team?"

[Why are you standing, anchor? Could you ask your assistant, who's sitting in a chair, to move aside? I don't want to see your assistant.]

"Could the assistant sitting in the chair please move aside for a moment...?"

"Yes, yes."

Tang Ye was about to ask Zhou Ye to move aside when he suddenly realized that Zhou Ye was already standing.

There is only one person sitting in the chair.

That's him!

"Fuck!"

"Depend on!"

"Hahaha!"

Amid Zhou Ye's laughter, Tang Ye covered his head with his hands: "Hey, stop messing with me! I'm giving a serious, professional commentary. If you distract me, what if I can't give a good commentary?"

[If your commentary had even 1% of the actual football playing involved, I might watch it. But your commentary... I really can't stand it. Can you at least recognize a few more names?]

[Wasn't he a 16-year-old super prodigy? Instead of playing professionally and making a name for himself, he's here as a small-time broadcaster? Chinese football is truly hopeless.]

[To the person upstairs, which timeline are you from? Are you 16?]

Give the other side some face. Do you really need Tang Ye to play against Syria? Are you really not afraid that Syria will get thrashed by 10?

"Zhang Xizhe, pass to Elkeson in front!"

"Watch my brother Sen's performance!"

"Break the door!"

"Pretty!"

"Vamos!"

Tang Ye shouted out reflexively, but quickly shut up when he realized something was wrong.

"Goal! Guys, 2-0!"

"I feel like we can beat them 3-0 today."

"Syria can't get in...it's impossible for Syria to get in. Jiang Guangtai and Peng Ge's defense line is simply unbreakable, okay?"

"What if we get in...?"

"If you've entered my live shower broadcast, I'm not kidding."

Seeing that Tang Ye was about to fall into the fans' trap, Zhou also poked Tang Ye's waist with his index finger.

But Tang Ye is already out of control.

"Listen to me, Syria will definitely not be able to enter. The difference in strength is obvious. If it were me, I would be celebrating in advance."

"..."

"Is this okay? I'll wear shorts."

Zhou Ye held his phone and pointed it at the hotel shower room. Tang Ye had taken off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of Adidas underwear.

"Haha, I think it's okay, but... they want you to take off your underwear too, otherwise it won't count."

"No, I definitely can't take off my underwear! If I do, my live stream will be over!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhou kept laughing, waving his phone around: "Hey, I warned you, you can't beat them, but you insisted on betting with them."

"How was I supposed to know Syria would get a penalty? I'm so naive!"

The People's Daily commented on Tang Ye's live stream: "Instagram superstar with 4.7 million followers live streams himself taking a shower on Douyin? A brief analysis of the harm that China's distorted live stream culture inflicts on internet users."

……

TY joins Dortmund for €2.5 million, abandoning Manchester United!

"Dortmund is Tom's home; Manchester United has been abandoned!"

"Ha ha!"

Eskeriva smiled as he browsed the news on his phone.

Tom should come to Dortmund!

The so-called Ten Hach is nothing but a clown; his abilities are not commensurate with Tom's!
Dortmund is where Tom truly belongs!

2.5……

As if thinking of something, Eskeriva's brows slowly furrowed.

How could Borussia Dortmund come up with 2.5 million euros at once? Was it a loan?

This... isn't right either?
A strange feeling surged through Eskeriva's mind.

The Spaniard suddenly sat up in bed, and the first thing he saw was the golden retriever lying on top of him.

"Wang Wang!"

The golden retriever barked twice at Eskeriva.

Unexpectedly, Eskeriva's expression gradually turned ferocious.

"Depend on!!!"

Tom to transfer to Borussia Dortmund for €2.5 million?
This is a dream that Eskeriva himself had!
What a fuck!
"Woof woof?"

The golden retriever was startled by the commotion Eskriva made, and first took a few steps back, then stuck close to him again.

Dogs have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, especially intelligent breeds like Golden Retrievers, which can judge their owner's emotions by detecting changes in hormone levels.

According to the analysis by the golden retriever, Escriva is in deep pain and unable to extricate himself.

"Wang Wang!"

After being called twice, the golden retriever lay down on Escriva's lap, hoping to calm its owner's bad mood.

"call……"

With a long sigh, Eskeriva took out his phone to check the news.

The first thing that popped up was Manchester United's preparations for their China tour, with Tang Ye's photo prominently displayed in the center.

He tossed his phone aside, leaned back against the cushion, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

……

After 2 days.

[Psychological Counseling Room]

"I don't know why, but I haven't been in a good mood for the past week. I keep having nightmares, dreaming about weird things, you know? You know, those strange creatures, the kind you never see on TV!"

Eskeriva and the consultant said.

His dark circles under his eyes revealed that the Spaniard was suffering from insomnia: "I fried something again this morning, even though I'm not usually like that. You know what? I can control my emotions very well because I'm a football coach, and I need to stay rational when I'm working!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, sir!"

The counselor gestured for Eskeriva to calm down.

Despite saying he could stay rational, Escriva's tone became increasingly agitated, making it seem like he couldn't control his emotions at all.

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your life? For example, the passing of a loved one? Oh, I don't mean to evoke bad memories, but I want to understand your specific situation; it's part of my job. So... have you experienced the passing of a loved one, or the departure of a friend?"

Eskeriva thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

“I feel like my life is normal. But there’s something controlling my emotions, and I don’t know what it is, sir. You have to help me find it.”

"You know, I'm a football coach. If I can't stay rational, I can't work properly."

"Yes, I understand, I understand, but you need to calm down right now, okay?"

The sound of "clack-clack-clack" filled the air as the counselor quickly recorded the situation on the computer: "Have you taken any medication, such as painkillers or medication for depression or anxiety?"

No, not at all.

"Besides depression and anxiety, have you been taking any medication?"

"Nothing at all."

"Nothing at all?"

The counselor paused, clearly surprised by Eskeriva's answer: "Think carefully. Considering your current situation, you might have forgotten some things. Did you have any illnesses before, and then take any medication for them, and now you've stopped taking that medication, which has led to your current situation?"

"Drug addiction seems to be the most likely explanation at present."

"You know, very few things can cause such a strong emotional response in a short period of time..."

"No, no no no!"

Eskeriva refuted the counselor's point of view: "This is not a drug addiction. I am not addicted to anything, and as I just told you, I am not taking any drugs. I am sure of that."

"This……"

Adjusting his glasses, the counselor took a deep breath: "But your current situation perfectly matches drug addiction..."

Suddenly remembering something, the counselor looked Eskeriva up and down: "Hmm..."

"Sir, are you using heroin, morphine, or similar drugs?"

"No! I didn't do drugs, I didn't do drugs!"

Eskeriva suddenly became agitated and stood up from his chair, intending to leave.

"Sir, I think you need to take a drug test."

"No, I didn't do drugs!"

After saying this, Escriva turned and left.

drug?

What drug use!
Eskeriva is not that kind of person!

He never does drugs.

Not now, and not ever!

……

Back home, Escriva petted his golden retriever before going to his bedroom.

Drug addiction?

drug?

Ha ha!

Eskeriva shrugged helplessly, feeling that German psychologists were all too unprofessional.

The analysis and conclusions are clearly flawed. The psychological counseling association should be more rigorous when issuing counseling certificates.

If a therapist charging 800 euros per hour is a slacker, you can only imagine what the other therapists are like!
boom!
He kicked the table in front of him and looked up to see a framed photograph hanging on the wall.

[Borussia Dortmund won the treble in the 2020-21 season!]

This is a group photo of Dortmund players and coaches taken on the day of the celebration parade.

Seeing this photo, Eskeriva's mood gradually calmed down, and his breathing slowed down.

The Big Ears Trophy, the Bundesliga Champions Shield, the German Cup Champions Trophy...

In addition, there are Haaland, Reus, Sancho, Pogba, To...

Eskeriva froze for a moment, somewhat lost in thought.

Realizing what was happening, my heartbeat and breathing quickened simultaneously, and I soon found myself gasping for breath.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”

"Depend on!"

Realizing that something was wrong with him again, Eskeriva put his hands on his head and hugged them tightly.

The golden retriever next to him sensed the situation and came running over, crouching down beside Escriva.

"hiss……"

The Dortmund coach sat on his bed for a long time before calming down and picking up his phone.

Open Google.

Who is the head coach of the Chinese national team?

Marcello Lippi was born on April 12, 1948, in Viareggio, Italy…

2006 FIFA World Cup Champions (Germany)

2019 AFC Asian Cup Champions (UAE)

Five-time Serie A champion, one-time Champions League champion

Without a doubt, Marcello Lippi is an outstanding coach!

With his phone on the bed beside him, Eskeriva clenched his right fist tightly.

Marcello's shield is unbreakable.

But Ferran's sword was not without its weaknesses!
correct!

Eskeriva stood up; he was going to file a complaint with the German Psychologists Association later.

What's addictive!
What drug use!
nonsense!

Eskeriva is a very righteous person, and quack doctors must be punished!
……

(End of this chapter)