A neat and tidy courtyard in front of a low bungalow, surrounded by an old wooden fence, with a thin layer of cement on the ground that has been damaged by the constant trampling of people coming and going, uneven and prone to water accumulation on rainy days.

  Next to a rusty four-step iron ladder leading to the gate of a bungalow, a thin blonde boy wearing blue shorts and barefoot on the cement ground kicked the ball against the wall next to the iron ladder, left foot, right foot, chest stop...

  The boy's face always wore a radiant and innocent smile, because he could always kick the ball into the circle that had been deeply embedded in the wall by his own practice, making a dull sound as the ball hit the flat surface of the wall.

  In the distance of the courtyard, an old man sat there, from time to time waving his hand towards the practicing boy, shouting something and pointing out the mistakes in his footwork when he kicked the ball just now. The old man was once a professional player, so he is very respected in the small town.

  In the kitchen facing the courtyard, a German woman is busy with dinner, waiting for her husband to return home. From another balcony window, two little girls with ponytails can be seen fighting over the TV in the living room.

  After practicing for a long time, the young man stopped with a big sweat on his head, stepped on the ball, put his hands on his waist, and smiled proudly at the old man. Especially when he saw the latter giving him a thumbs up, he grinned again, revealing a mouthful of white teeth in a naive and cheerful smile.

  The sunset shone into the peaceful town of Rohrach at this moment, sprinkling onto the warm courtyard, casting a golden glow on the boy's smile, making it dazzlingly bright.

  ……

  It was unclear how many times it had happened before, but Daisley woke up from his own dream once again.

  No cold sweat, no heart-pounding fear, only a faint trace of dried tears at the corner of his eyes.

  He sat up from the bed, hunched over, his forehead resting on his knees, a pair of eyes with a hint of death in them gleaming faintly in the dark room.

  Every time he wakes up, he wants to cry, but he can't cry!

  He remembered the reunification of East and West Germany in 1989, but his father had to retire early due to a heart attack, which suddenly made their home environment very bad; At the age of 10, the German World Cup, they all gathered in front of the living room, cheering for their motherland.

  He remembered his own father, the German man who had retired early due to injury and shouldered almost all of the family's responsibilities, using his own misfortune to spur and motivate Daisler, encouraging him to strive for his football dreams, but he always ended up quarreling with his mother over trivial household matters.

  He still remembers when he decided to leave this home that was starting to become unwelcoming, when he wanted to go and pursue his football dreams in M?nchengladbach, his parents locked themselves in the room and had the most violent argument he had ever seen, even mentioning divorce.

  In the end, for the sake of the children, they didn't get divorced, but the two became like strangers. This made Dahlke start to hate that cold home. He hid alone in M?nchengladbach and wouldn't go back even on holidays. Even when he was bullied and humiliated by his teammates at the youth training camp in M?nchengladbach, he endured it all silently and persisted with gritted teeth.

  It's all about one chance, one opportunity to become a professional player!

  He wanted to stand on his own two feet, earn money with his own hands and change everything at home. So when the contract from Kaiserslautern arrived in front of him, he almost without hesitation chose to accept it and left M?nchengladbach without looking back.

  Arriving in this city closer to Lorach, Daisley finally felt the coach's attention, but after a few years, his heart had been frozen. He began to reject outsiders and things, and he couldn't trust anything around him because he was afraid that once he believed, once he had feelings, it would all leave him again soon.

  Just like one of those warm and loving families from back in the day!

  His parents' visits became less frequent, from once a week to twice a month, then once a month, half a year, and when he decided to join Kaiserslautern, they just nodded indifferently and said, "Oh, Kaiserslautern? We know!"

  That's all! Because they are too busy with their own affairs!

  Originally, Daisler thought that his life would probably pass like this, but he never thought that he would still have feelings, still have a sense of belonging, and still produce an emotion called trust towards others.

  Yang Chen, a foreign head coach who has been strongly entering his life for several months, is young and wealthy, and attaches great importance to Daisler. Not only did he agree to his almost harsh requirements, but also brought him from the youth training camp of M?nchengladbach to Kaiserslautern, and tried his best to help him.

  Time and time again, in the dark, he lent a helping hand, time and time again, after losing hope, rekindling it. Deissler couldn't help but believe that Yang Cheng really wished him well, and truly trusted him with an open heart.

  For this head coach, he felt extremely ashamed because he never overcame his own demons, disappointing him time and time again!

  But when he saw Yang Cheng, for his sake, actually disregarding the rules, rushing onto the field, and even impulsively hitting an opposing player, only to be penalized by the referee and sent off the field. Especially the words he said before leaving the field made Daisler feel extremely guilty.

  "Am I a coward?" Daisley muttered to himself in the darkness, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. At this moment, he really had lost heart!

  …………

  …………

  The next morning, Daisler, who hadn't slept all night, came to the Tübingen training ground like a zombie.

  Because he arrived very early, when he got there, the coaching staff was setting up training facilities on the training ground. He stood silently at the side of the field, quietly searching for the person he wanted to see in the crowd.

  But unfortunately, he did not find Yang Cheng's figure.

  Yesterday's incident caused a huge stir in German football, with TV stations and newspapers all reporting on it. Yang Chen rushed onto the field and shoved an opposing player, and the Football Association may even launch an investigation into the matter. If serious, he could face a long-term ban!

  He waited for over ten minutes by the side of the field, but still didn't see Yang Cheng. Daisler started to get anxious because he knew that Yang Cheng always arrived an hour early to training, but today...

  He likes to think wildly and is afraid that Yang Cheng will leave the team in a fit of anger, or do something like him under pressure.

  "Mr. Baer!" Daisley burst out for the first time to Paul Baer.

  The latter was somewhat taken aback, as this was almost the first time Daisley had actively spoken to him, so he was stunned for several seconds before reacting, but Daisley had already spoken up.

  "Excuse me, Mr. Yang Cheng he..."

  Paul Beyer smiled wryly and pointed to the training building in the distance, "He's already here, but he's not in a good mood and doesn't want to see anyone. Today's training will be handled by us."

  Dai Si's heart felt a pang, and a sense of guilt arose. He naturally knew the reason why Yang Cheng was in a bad mood.

  "Can we talk?" Paul asked.

  Daisley hesitated for a moment and nodded.