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Chapter 455 Let's... go home!

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    ? North Rhine-Westphalia, Dortmund.

    This is a city in the Westerly Ruhr area in western Germany.

    There are noisy urban areas, quiet suburban parks, natural oxygen bars with lush vegetation, artistic buildings and the blood of football.

    This is a city full of contradictions, sometimes it is quiet, sometimes it is hot.

    Hailed as the capital of art, it also has a group of crazy fans who are loyal to football.

    Under the setting sun at dusk, in the walkway by the Ems River, a figure was jogging under the red sky, his back was dragged very long.

    There are many night runners around, but this one is the only one who swims against the current.

    Morsi ran quietly in the dusk, looking straight at him calmly.

    In Germany, where traffic is on the right, Morsi always likes to do it the other way around.

    Of course, this is not his maverick or rebellious character.

    In fact, he is 37 years old, and he can't be rebellious.

    In terms of literature and art, follow the inner portrayal.

    His career was full of ups and downs. Before the age of 30, he had been lingering in the low-level leagues, knowing that he was valued by Saarbr¨¹cken, and this opened his glorious old age.

    Landed in the Bundesliga at the age of 31 and won the Bundesliga Golden Boot the following year. This achievement has always made Morsi proud.

    He has played in the Champions League and scored goals in the Champions League.

    He has broken the goals of several giants.

    He enjoyed the applause from all the fans alone at the West ** Stadium!

    Ten years ago, this was something he would never have dared to think about.

    But it just happened.

    It all started from that year

    The sky was getting dark and the moist breeze was blowing. Mursi stopped slowly, leaning on the railing beside him and looking at the winding Ems River.

    Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck and couldn't help shivering.

    Turning his head to look, he found Michael Zuolun standing on top of him.

    Michael Revolver is also in sports attire, and he is probably also jogging.

    Holding two bottles of iced sports drinks in his hand, he handed over one of them and said with a smile, "It's not easy to catch up with you."

    Morsi smiled slightly, took the sports drink and said, "Despite my age, I am still an athlete."

    Michael Zuolun smiled, walked to Morsi's side, looked at the river as well, and said, "Aden, Hoffenheim made you an offer!"

    Morsi showed no sign of surprise.

    Michael Zuolun sighed; "Do you have to go? Isn't it good to retire in Dortmund?"

    Morsi showed a wry smile and said, "I just want to go back and have a look."

    "You can go back anytime, can't you?"

    Michael Revolver continued.

    Morsi fell silent and stopped talking.

    This made the former also feel helpless.

    "Well, we respect your choice, but don't forget that there are also many fans who love you in Dortmund."

    This sentence moved Morsi greatly.

    Morsi said; "I will never forget this place, I have always been grateful, and I thank you for taking me to a higher stage."

    Michael Zuolun laughed; "It should be thanks to each other, you are very lucky to have met us, and we are also very lucky, because we have found an excellent striker."

    Morsi's popularity in Dortmund is second only to captain Luiz.

    Even today's popular fried chicken 'Ravens' can't match it.

    The reason is simple. On the one hand, it is Morsi's excellent performance earlier, and on the other hand, it is Morsi's loyalty.

    ? Munich 1900 has poached many players from Dortmund, and Dortmund fans are both emotional and helpless about this.

    But the only one they haven't poached is Aden Morsi.

    At that time, Morsi scored consecutive goals in the Champions League, and his momentum was in full swing.

    He can obviously choose Munich 1900, where there are better conditions, better honor competitiveness and stronger teammates.

    But he didn't!

    He chose to stay in Dortmund!

    Even after that, Munich 1900 offered him several times, but he was indifferent and stayed silently.

    And Morsi's move is considered'loyalty' by Dortmund fans.

    Especially compared with that 'nigger'.

    Yes!

      It is Bialdini, one of the most hated stars by Dortmund fans.

    The reason is that this guy broke his promise and threw himself into the arms of Munich 1900.

    In contrast, Morsi is much better.

    It is also for this reason that Morsi has become a star player in Dortmund.

    If he is willing to retire in Dortmund, he will be a meritorious player, the kind who enters the Hall of Fame.

    But Morsi chose to leave in the twilight of his career.

    And the club he wants to go to, Dortmund fans have nothing to say.

    Hoffenheim!

    This is the starting point for Morsi.

    "May I ask you a question?" Michael Zuolun said.

    Morsi nodded; "What's the problem?"

    "Why do you want to play Hoffenheim?"

    Morsi pursed his lips and said in silence for a moment; "Because of guilt!"

    "Guilty?" Michael Zuolun was surprised.

    Morsi nodded and said; "I have saved the best moments for Dortmund, and I have enjoyed enough love for this, so I live a very solid life here."

    "The same is true for Saarbr¨¹cken. I helped them enter the Bundesliga Bundesliga. In just one year of service, I was worthy of the salary they gave me."

    "Only, Hoffenheim is not"

    Morsi sighed: "They trained me and gave me the opportunity to prove myself, but I failed to bring them anything."

    Michael Zuolun frowned; "No! You brought them a transfer fee!"

    Morsi said quietly; "One hundred and fifty thousand euros, my transfer fee at that time!"

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    Michael Zuolun felt slightly embarrassed; "But the current Hoffenheim may not necessarily have your place."

    Morsi laughed: "There will always be someone who needs me."

    Michael Zuolun took a deep look at the other party and said, "Well, since you have already made a decision, I can only bless you."

    Morsi said; "Thank you, sir."

    After watching Michael Revolver leave, Morsi also jogged back to his villa.

    Inside the villa, the lights are bright.

    He stood at the door and watched for a long time.

    The once poor boy who almost gave up football for his livelihood has now accumulated a lot of wealth and fame.

    In fact, he likes the city of Dortmund very much.

    He met his beloved woman here, and she gave birth to a lovely son for him.

    The time here has been happy.

    But even so, he still wants to go back.

    Just like fallen leaves want to return to their roots.

    Open the door and walk in. A woman is playing with a child.

    The woman's name is Erica Schmidt, who is Morsi's wife and is a doctor by profession.

    This is a happy family.

    "Honey, I'm back!" Morsi said with a smile.

    Before Erica moved, the little guy had already swooped over.

    Morsi quickly squatted down and caught it

    "Dad, Dad, Mom said, we are leaving Dortmund, where are we going?"

    The little guy asked in a childish voice.

    In response, Morsi glanced at his wife, who shrugged.

    Morsi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

    "We go home!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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