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Sylvia brought Qin Xiong another cup of hot coffee and sat across from Qin Xiong.
Qin Xiong gave her an apologetic look and habitually picked up the small spoon to stir the coffee.
Sylvia raised her hand to stop him. Her delicate palm hovered above the coffee cup. She smiled and said, "I'm afraid you'll hypnotize yourself again if you stir the coffee again. If that happens, it'll be very awkward for me to sit here."
Qin Xiong was stunned at first, then smiled silently. He put the small spoon on the table and gave up stirring the coffee.
Sylvia retracted her hand and rested her chin on one hand. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Are you unhappy about losing the game?"
Qin Xiong nodded calmly.
There was no need to hide it. How could he be happy about losing the game?
He opened his mouth and said, "Not entirely. I'm thinking."
"I can see."
Sylvia pursed her lips into a smile.
Just like after the rain battle in Groningen, Qin Xiong would immediately look for ways to improve his shortcomings and ask the club to provide conditions for training in the simulated rain battle.
He would always look for the reason after his failure and find the reason from himself.
However, compared to his clumsy performance in the rain battle, it was impossible to find a simple and clear reason for losing to AC Milan.
But Qin Xiong would go down a dead end and think, hoping to find a way to make himself stronger. If he could go back in time and go back to yesterday's game, he could win the game!
Sylvia blinked and asked, "How long do you plan to think?"
Qin Xiong was stunned and did not know how to answer.
Sylvia asked again, "Do you blame yourself for losing the game?"
Qin Xiong was still silent. His face became slightly serious.
It was no exaggeration to say that since the age of 12, in the football environment he lived in, he was the king among his peers!
He was the strongest and the indisputable core.
This would not make Qin Xiong feel particularly honored. After all, it was not professional football. There was no exposure, no cheers, and no material rewards. There was no qualitative change that would allow him to hold his head high in the social circle.
However, he had a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission, and an inexplicable burden on his shoulders. It was because the teammates around him seemed to be relying on him and serving him. He was always entrusted with the hard work of many people, and they depended on him to realize it.
Over the years, he would not criticize others, but he would always set higher standards for himself.
Sylvia's eyes became particularly gentle. She got up and left. She brought some newspapers back from the restaurant and placed them in front of Qin Xiong. She said softly, "I don't know much about football, but if you're not satisfied with yourself, I think you should take a look at how the people outside evaluate you."
Qin Xiong picked up the newspaper and browsed through it. Today, the mainstream media in the Netherlands released a report on the Champions League and evaluated the game.
Because it was a Champions League game, even the London media, commonly known as Fleet Street, which was the hub of European media, would comment on the focal game in the Champions League.
In Sky Sports' post-game ratings, Qin Xiong was the player with the highest score in Ajax's team, behind the best player of the game, Maldini, the scorer, Andriy Shevchenko, and Pirlo. He had the same score as Kaka, Seedorf, and Nesta.
In the comments of 442, the part that mentioned Qin Xiong was: Ajax had a player who created China's football history. His name was Qin Xiong. When he came on as a substitute, he also became the first Chinese player to appear in a Champions League game. The 18-year-old midfielder showed unparalleled skills. He could calmly and elegantly pass people, he could quickly dribble and break through, and he could unexpectedly send out threatening balls. Almost all of Ajax's few threatening attacks came from his organization and instigation. His creativity was comparable to Pirlo's, and he was obviously better than the Brazilian genius, Kaka, who played on the same field. This was clear at a glance in the post-game statistics. The number of times that Kaka sent out threatening balls was four times less than Qin Xiong …
The Dutch media might not be as objective and neutral as the media in other countries to evaluate the game.
They were harsh, sharp, and merciless!
The post-game comments of Internazionale were blunt: Ronald Comain, who do you think you are?!
Obviously, the substitution of Shikora at the 20th minute was a slap in the face by Comain, announcing that the pre-game tactical formulation was a mistake!
In the eyes of insiders, Comain did not make a hasty substitution. As for why Qin Xiong, who was predicted to be in the starting lineup before the game, sat on the substitutes' bench and immediately came on at the 20th minute, after the game, the insiders pushed back and figured out Comain's intention: he wanted to use Qin Xiong as a surprise attack to catch AC Milan off guard.
Comain made a mistake!
In those harsh comments, there was a hint of adding insult to injury. It was nothing more than criticizing Comain for wanting to play a surprise attack, but in the end, he screwed it up!
When Qin Xiong came on, the score was already behind. The environment that Qin Xiong faced in the game was a hundred times worse than expected!
It was still the same principle. When a strong team played against a weak team, as long as they were one goal ahead, most of them would sit steadily like Mount Tai and take control of the overall situation.
Ajax lost, but Qin Xiong received a lot of praise.
At the age of 18, he played in the Champions League for the first time and did not have stage fright. It could not be said that he shone brilliantly, but he was definitely impressive and exceeded expectations.
Fortunately, Sylvia did not put the Chinese media's report in front of Qin Xiong. Otherwise, Qin Xiong would have been ashamed. China's domestic football media praised Qin Xiong to the sky.
They directly ignored the result of the game.
Instead, they grabbed the details of the game.
Kaka could not catch up to Qin Xiong, Qin Xiong broke through Pirlo and Nesta, and the long shot almost broke the goal, and so on.
They suddenly raised Qin Xiong to the same level as the world's superstars.
They bragged wrongly and used twisted logic!
For example, Qin Xiong overtook Pirlo, which seemed to prove that Qin Xiong was better than Pirlo.
This was simply nonsense!
Given enough space, Qin Xiong believed that he could still overtake Zidane. It was a competition of speed!
However, could it be said that he was better than Zidane?
There must be many players in the world who could overtake Zidane.
Such a comparison was absolutely wrong.
Pirlo's opponent was not Qin Xiong.
Qin Xiong's opponent was also not Pirlo.
At least in a direct confrontation in a game, they were definitely not players in the same position and type.
In front of the defensive players such as Nesta, Maldini, and Gattuso, Qin Xiong's real opponents, Qin Xiong encountered resistance and difficulties that only he knew. It made his scalp tingle just thinking about it. He could not see any flaws, and he could not find an absolute way to defeat his opponent. It was as if he could not surpass it. He really had the momentum of one man holding back ten thousand men.
Qin Xiong put down the newspaper and exhaled. When he looked at Sylvia again, she smiled and said, "How is it? Are you in a better mood after hearing other people's praise? "
Qin Xiong smiled and nodded. Praise could make people happy.
Sylvia went on to say, "I think you have to work with a happy mood. If you are in a good mood, you will have more motivation when you work. You will forget your fatigue and be more efficient. You train, play, and study at night. Your mood is the most important. Now, you have to make yourself happy. "
Qin Xiong thought about it carefully. What she said made sense, but saying and doing were two different things.
Sylvia saw that he seemed to be thinking about how to improve his mood, so she asked, "Is there anything you want to do? Will it make you happy after you do it? "
Qin Xiong replied, "There are many."
"What about the most recent? What is the easiest to achieve? "
Qin Xiong rested his chin on his hand and thought about it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he said, "Sing!"
Sylvia did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Sing? Are you going to sing here? Anyone can sing. Is it that difficult? "
Qin Xiong nodded seriously and said, "Yes, it is very difficult. Ten days ago, my teammates suggested that we go to the KTV to sing. At that time, I realized that I did not know how to sing. So, I decided to learn how to sing. Although I did not go that day, I think that there will be many opportunities like this in the future. I want to learn how to sing, one or two songs, or even a few songs. That way, when they tease me and force me to sing, I won't feel awkward."
Sylvia suddenly understood. She thought for a moment and suggested, "Alright then, let's go to the KTV. I can teach you how to sing. Take it as a thank you gift for introducing me to your job."
Qin Xiong turned his head and looked at the restaurant. He frowned and said, "It's not the peak time for lunch yet. Your job?"
Sylvia turned her head and asked Dekoze who was sitting at another table, "Can I take the afternoon off?"
Dekoze and Freddy were whispering to each other. When they heard Sylvia's question, they waved their hands and said, "No problem. I'm not busy today."
Sylvia got the boss's nod of approval. She turned her head and smiled at Qin Xiong. Qin Xiong made a prompt decision and waited outside for Sylvia to change out of her work clothes. Then, when it was close to noon, the two went to the nearby KTV.
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