There is a belief called football

Chapter 559 Children from the Slums



Chapter 559 Children from the Slums

Chapter 559 Children from the Slums

Walking on the streets of Rio, Costa feels very comfortable, and the haze in his heart has been swept away recently.

Because of a muscle strain, Costa bid farewell to the team and the game, and returned to Brazil. For professional players, muscle strain is the most difficult injury to recover from. Because there is no specific treatment, they can only wait for the muscle to return to the strength before the injury. Especially for this kind of speedy winger, it is even more difficult to rush.

Bayern is a very humane club. Anyway, Costa can't train in a short period of time, so the club simply gave him a holiday. The diagnosis made by "Wolfart" for Costa is that he can resume training after the winter break.

And Costa did not return to his hometown, but chose Rio, the most beautiful city in Brazil.

"Rio", which has just hosted the Olympic Games, seems to have changed a lot. The city is cleaner, and the law and order seem to have improved.

Walking on the modern streets of Rio, Costa felt a little lost. He wanted to visit the slums, because once he got to the slums, Costa felt like going home!

Like many black Brazilian stars, Costa also came from a slum, which is a special landscape in this country of Brazil.

The ugliness of the favelas is well known, and crime is rampant, which is a breeding ground for crime in Brazilian society.

But the slum also has its advantages, at least he gave a lot of poor people a place to shelter from the wind and rain, which was the case for Costa when he was young.

As a Brazilian, he was not born in the middle class like Kaka, and he knew that survival was not easy. Whether he was playing barefoot on the streets of the slums or later in "Gremio", Costa was the hardest person.

It was this unyielding spirit that Costa went from "Gremio" to "Shakhtar Donetsk" and finally to Bayern. It was also this unyielding character that made him injured so severely this time.

Riding on the urban light rail newly built for the Olympic Games in Rio, looking at the scenery outside the window, Costa recalled his experience for so many years, and suddenly felt warm and moved.

After 20 minutes, Costa came to the largest slum in Rio. During the walk, Costa smiled. This is much better than the slum he lived in when he was a child. Although the houses are still dilapidated, the streets are neat and the security has improved.

You may ask, why doesn’t Rio use the opportunity of the Olympic Games to renovate the slums, or even relocate them, is it because of lack of money?

No, it has nothing to do with money.

One of the important reasons why many people in Brazil are willing to settle in slums is that Brazilian law stipulates that if you have lived on a piece of unowned land for 40 years, then the land is yours.

This is also why the favelas in Brazil can never be solved, and will never be solved, profitable.

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"coffee shop"?Costa was surprised to see a cafe in front of him, because there are no cafes in the slums. Later, Costa learned that during the Rio Olympics, the slums became an important choice for many foreigners to live in for a short time, so the cafes also opened.

Walking into the cafe, Costa glanced around with interest. This was his first time drinking coffee in a favela, and it felt too dreamy.

Seeing someone coming in, the boss enthusiastically asked Costa to sit down, and then wiped the table with a white towel, as if to prove that the table was clean, for fear that people would think it was a cafe in a slum.

"Boss, how long has this place been open?"

"Six months",

"Let's have a cup of black coffee",

"Do you want a Coke?"

Costa shook his head.

Brazil is the most important coffee producing area in the world, and Brazilians are more crazy about coffee intake than ordinary people, so someone in Brazil invented this strange way of drinking - black coffee with cola.

Soon, the black coffee was served, and Costa took a sip. The taste was mediocre, but it just fit the environment of the slums. If it was made at the level of Starbucks, everyone would not be able to afford it.

"The streets are cleaner," Costa said.

"Because of the Olympics",

"Law and order seems to have improved."

"Because of the Olympics," the boss still said.

"So you open this cafe"?

Before waiting for the boss to reply, Costa rushed to say: "Is it also because of the Olympics?"

The boss chuckled and continued to wipe the table with the white towel in his hand.

"It's all changed," Costa thought, and suddenly he had a question, "Are the kids still playing football?"

"Of course, this is Brazil",

The boss changed what he said, and Costa also smiled, "I have played football in the slums since I was a child. Although it looks dirty every day, I am actually very happy."

The boss chuckled, "80% of our Brazilian internationals came from this way."

"Yes, my dad said, the kids who come out of the slums are stronger," Costa said.

After drinking coffee, Costa's smile also disappeared. He was used to speeding on the court, and now he feels unaccustomed to it.

The boss was keenly aware of Costa's changing mood, "Douglas, are you in a bad mood? Tell me, okay?"

In Brazil, the relationship between the stars and the public is very good, so it is not surprising to chat together.

"Because of injury, because I can't play",

The boss chuckled, "That's not right, who doesn't get hurt playing football? You said just now that you grew up in a slum, so you can bear it so little"?

Costa laughed. He felt that the boss's eyes were really poisonous. In fact, the real reason for his depression was because of another person.

"Do you know the number 10 of Bayern Munich"?Costa asked.

"Yes, very powerful Chinese, no, very powerful Chinese".

Costa nodded, "Yes, very powerful, better than me."

"You have a bad relationship"?

"No, no, no",

"Our relationship is okay, but...",

"what"?

Costa sighed, and said earnestly: "Before he came, the media in Munich were calling my name, Douglas."

"But after he came, now the whole of Munich is paying attention to him, as if everyone has forgotten about me, Douglas Costa."

"You know, even my teammates don't pass the ball to me anymore, their eyes only look to the left".

Costa drank his coffee, but it seemed like bitter wine, and he complained a lot. Unexpectedly, Costa's complaints not only did not get sympathy from the boss, but got a word - "screw".

"roll"! !

Costa was stunned. He really didn't know why the seemingly gentle boss suddenly went mad at him.

"There is no soft guy like you in the slums, you are not worthy of being a Brazilian international",

These words were so hot that they slapped Costa on the face. Costa looked very uncomfortable. He thought to himself: "I'm here to consume, why do you scold me"?

"Why do you call me a softie?"

"Because you are",

"you……",

"Are you not convinced? Then use the rules here to solve it." After speaking, the boss walked out of the store.

Costa became angry and thought: "You can still beat me"?

*****

After 30 seconds, Costa completely regretted it. The boss is a master of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

"let me go",

"Hehe, I don't accept it",

"Of course I don't accept it. You know Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, but I don't. It's not fair."

"yes"?

Costa didn't answer, but it was acquiescence.

"I don't like it, I see it because you're a softie",

"I'm not a softie",

"Then why are you afraid of that Li Qiao?"

As soon as this remark came out, Costa was stunned and stopped shouting. The boss saw this and let him go, "What's the matter, jerk."

Costa still didn't reply, Huo stood up and left.

On the way back, Costa thought a lot. He didn't blame the cafe owner, let alone Li Qiao, but deeply blamed himself.

When he first went to Ukraine, he also encountered many difficulties, but Costa overcame everything - language, customs, diet, and misunderstandings from his teammates. But now he has more and more money, and his character is not as strong as before.

"What a jerk I am"!Costa thought.

*****

The next day, Costa bought a plane ticket and flew back to Munich. He figured it out. Although he couldn't train, he still wanted to be with his teammates every day. He wanted to watch everyone train, especially Li Qiao.

Simply put, Costa has to study, so when Costa returned to Bayern's base, Sammer was a little surprised that there are still people who don't want vacations?

The players were also very happy to see Costa back. After a brief welcome, everyone started training. Costa and the assistant coach "supervised" the training together.

During the training, Costa's eyes were always on Li Qiao alone. Looking at him, his eyes turned from initial dissatisfaction to appreciation, "Li Qiao is indeed a very serious player."

After a training session, Costa found a gap and walked up to Li Qiao. Li Qiao was a little curious when he saw Costa approaching, because the two of them usually don't chat in private.

"Li Qiao, can I tell you something?"

Out of politeness, Li Qiao nodded.

Unexpectedly, Costa said something amazing-"Li Qiao, I want to challenge you".

Li Qiao was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is the challenge?"

Costa thought he was the assist king last season, so he said: "I will compare assists with you. At the end of the season, we will compare the average assists per game. Do you dare?"

Li Qiao was very calm, "There is nothing to dare, I promise you." After speaking, Li Qiao stretched out his fist and touched Costa, which was considered an agreement.

After agreeing with Li Qiao, Costa was happy in his heart, "I'm not a softie, I must be better than Li Qiao, Bayern's best winger must be me."

Where is Li Qiao?It's also very exciting. Li Qiao likes challenges. In Dortmund, he was compared to Royce. Now in Bayern, someone challenges himself. That's what I wish for.

Li Qiao looked at Costa, and Costa also looked at Li Qiao. What Li Qiao didn't know was that from then on, he gained another dark-skinned good friend after Brahimi.

(End of this chapter)


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