Xie Hui recalls his career in Yangyang: going to the football field every day is like going to the battlefield

Live Bar November 1 news Today, former international Xie Hui updated his social platform and began to systematically introduce his foreign career in Germany.

From 1999 to 2002, Xie Hui played for Aachen and Fürth teams in Germany, and today he posted on Weibo as follows:

My Story in Germany (I)

——Xie Hui

The image of the memory disappears as soon as it is fixed by words. I often recall that time, but I rarely talk to people, perhaps reluctantly because I am afraid of losing it. Maybe at the time of telling, I'm losing it bit by bit...

On December 31, 1999, that cold winter, the airport was full of people. A minute ago, I was still joking with my friends about the "Millennium Worm", but the moment I turned around, my heart suddenly became silent, empty and silent. To board the plane, the flight to Frankfurt was finally called.

A small fire in his heart was ignited the moment his body left the ground.

For more than 10 hours on the plane, I was a little restless, restless and excited, and I couldn't tell what it felt like. The contract of Aachen Football Club was in my hands. Between ecstasy, sanity, and calmness, I shook my head and tried to calm my emotions. Looking back now, the boy was familiar and strange, but I was once twenty-four years old.

"I finally did it, it was my childhood dream! Can I score a lot of goals? Will German fans like me? Will my teammates trust me? Do I have a chance to play in the Bundesliga? I couldn't resist the excitement, and the instinct of longing drove my longing and prayer to be able to take risks in a new and strange future life, with my unforgiving enthusiasm.

Falk Schlapner, my agent, gave me an almost longest hug in my life when he picked me up at the airport.

"I knew you could do it!" That's what he said when we met in Beijing two years ago. Since then, he has never given up, including the failed transfer to Frankfurt a year ago, which failed for various reasons. It can be said that I lost an opportunity to play directly in the Bundesliga. "No problem, I'm sure you'll be able to do it later!" His optimism is something I really like, but encouragement is too important for football. Or rather, it's too important for me.

"My name is Frank Schmidt, Captain. I hope you have a great time in Aachen.". He was half a head taller than I was, with a high Nose with a Straight Germanic, and held my hand tightly with his large hand, as if to tell me, "I'm in charge here, you have to know the rules." ”

The first training session began, and compared with the greetings and warm reception in the previous locker room, the atmosphere suddenly became serious. I was placed on the bench, which was normal, where only the feet could talk. If you want to play the main force, you have to be better than others! Coincidentally, the center back that was staring at me was Captain Frank. I knew in my heart that this was a Test and that I had to take every ball seriously.

He seemed to care more about today's game than I did, I had my back to the goal to protect the ball, and he pressed my coccyx with his knees as he approached! I felt a sharp pain and fell on the grass. The coach didn't even whistle to punish him for a foul. I looked helplessly at the head coach, who was expressionless.

Frank turned around, lowered his head, and said, "This is not for table tennis," and my brain buzzed, like I had been slapped. I bounced off the ground and jumped into the game again.

On the bench, everyone's positioning skills are really good, and a black player on the flank is incredibly fast, he breaks through to the bottom cross, the ball draws a beautiful arc, which is my favorite way to score. Frank is 2 meters tall and he is obviously very confident about the high ball, and he does not care about my presence at all. I jumped on one leg with all my might... "snapped" a loud header that broke the goal! Frank looked at me in amazement, and the whole venue fell silent. "good," the head coach said. It was the only word he had said that day.

Falk dropped me off at the hotel after the press conference, and he was still obsessed with the scene of the training just now, "It's so exciting! Your header is so beautiful! Do you know how important this is to you? That's how they respect you! In fact, there is no difference between the football field and the animal world, and male hormones are your IDENTITY card. You have to prove to your companions that you exist. Only then can you get help" His words were simple but profound. I nodded, as if to understand something, that it was a purely authentic experience.

Back at the hotel, I remembered the moment on the field just now. Mr. Frank, he is a very aggressive and tough character, I like this kind of person and this nature, I even think that provocative little gesture, is a sincere and valuable expression.

Walking to the soccer field every day, like going to the battlefield, seems to want to compete with fate. In this way, it is like a strong person in life.

People who often challenge themselves will be frustrated and feel miserable, while people who are content with life will feel comfortable. But this comfort will wear down the will of the person and bring oneself to life.

I love pain more than comfort, and the beauty and sacredness of pain bring it closer to the sky, and whenever the training is over I look up as if I could see a smile. This may be my secret.

Breaking through some aspects of oneself every day is not a mediocre life.

This was my first lesson in German football.

(Nanling Weeping and Crying)