Chapter 279 Returning Home

It is actually very convenient to return to Boulogne-sur-Mer from London, but Ribery has never returned after almost a year in London.

There have been countless times when he and his wife wondered whether people in Boulogne would know him? Would people here discuss him like they discussed Papin? Would those young people pay attention to him by following the news in the newspaper? Would those adults use him as a good example to teach their children?

All of this, he could only rely on imagination, because he had never returned.

It was a very contradictory feeling, because he once told himself that he would never return to Boulogne unless he became famous.

In London, Frank Ribery was a bold and fearless guy in everyone's eyes. Compared with a year ago, the biggest difference between him and that of a year ago was that he took off the bricklayer's outfit, the gangster's air, and gradually made himself look a bit like a star. The only thing that remained unchanged was the shocking scar on his face.

As for people, who doesn't have a head determined by his buttocks?

In London, when Chelsea players perform a little better, a bunch of reporters chase after them. Who would be willing to show their most embarrassing side? Even Messi and Fabregas, two stinky kids, started to use hair wax to wash their hair. If Ribery didn't change, he wouldn't be able to adapt to that environment.

Not only him, but even his wife has changed a lot. Her taste in clothes has improved. She finally looks like a rich lady. All of this is brought about by the environment, because they have to integrate into the environment of Chelsea in London.

But all of this is just superficial!

Only two people know Ribery's deepest thoughts, one is his wife, and the other is his head coach!

Sometimes he believes in fate, so he believes that Ye Qiu's finding him is an opportunity brought to him by God, so he trusts Ye Qiu very much and tells Ye Qiu everything. He even asks Ye Qiu for his opinion when he wants to move and find a house.

Just two days ago, when everyone was actively preparing for the Champions League final, Ye Qiu found Ribery and stuffed dozens of tickets into his pocket, telling him that these were tickets arranged by the club for the players' families and friends, and that he could arrange for his family to go to London and go to Gelsenkirchen with the families of other players and staff members of the team.

Then Ye Qiu told him that the team would re-draft a contract extension for him this summer and give him a salary increase, so his previous idea of ​​buying a house of his own near London could be fulfilled. In addition, Ye Qiu also told him that some things should be resolved and not to let a knot in his heart always remain.

So today, Ribery took a day off and went home!

Although the taxi driver was not a fan, he recognized Ribery for a simple reason: the scar on his face.

"You are the easiest to recognize in the French national team, and my son said that you played very well in Chelsea, which is amazing!"

Because Ribery signed a name for his son, the taxi driver refused to take his fare. When he got out of the taxi, he saw the familiar Boulogne and the familiar neighborhood where he had lived since he was a child.

This city is not big, and it is easy to run into acquaintances.

When Ribery walked towards his home, a young man came towards him.

"Hi, Brownie's Warriors!" Ribery habitually raised his hand to greet him.

"Fuck you Warriors!" The young man cursed as he passed by him, but he stopped before he took two steps. He turned around and saw Ribery still walking forward. He quickly turned around and chased him two steps, "Frank? It's really you, Frank!"

"You just cursed me!" Ribery waved his fist, but his expression was smiling.

"Oh, please, who told you to laugh at me like you did in the past?" The Brownie kid laughed and defended, "You know, I haven't been to the dock to throw stones for a long time. Now I go to play football. I want to be like you, play in the professional league and join the national team!"

Young people always follow the trend and imitate others. Ribery used to be like this, but he imitated Papin and Zidane, and now he has become the object of learning for the children here.

"Do a good job, Brownie warrior!" Frankly speaking, Ribery's smile is a bit ferocious, but full of kindness.

Walk into the corridor and quickly spiral up the stairs. Soon you will reach the floor where your father is.

He should not be there at this time, so Ribery walked to the door with confidence and rang the doorbell. After two or three rings, he saw an old middle-aged woman come out to open the door. That was his mother, a middle-aged woman who looked a little fat and looked old and not quite in line with her actual age.

"Frank!" The mother looked through the security door and saw Ribery. Her eyes immediately turned red and tears started to fall down. She hadn't seen her son for a long time. If she hadn't received his calls occasionally, she would have suspected that her son was dead.

"Mom!" Ribery hugged his mother the moment the door opened.

"Come in, come on!" The mother pulled Ribery into the house.

"Is he here?" Ribery asked.

Ribery has always been very conflicted about his father, because his father was the most opposed to him playing football, and even forced him to work as a bricklayer. After he secretly ran away to London, his father also criticized him for this. She got furious and called him a completely irresponsible man, and even told him never to come back again.

Ribery is a very proud person at heart. He once made a promise to himself that he would not come back until he became famous because he wanted to prove to his father that his original persistence and perseverance were not wrong, and he It is true that he has carved his own niche by playing football.

The furnishings in the house are still so simple. The living room is filled with all kinds of construction tools. They must have been moved from the construction site. They said they had no place to put them, so they put them at home temporarily, but in fact, they were not for this purpose. Save some rent, instead of renting a warehouse, just use the living room at home as a warehouse?

Fortunately, there were not many guests at Ribery's house, and those who came and went were all acquaintances, so it was not too strange.

As soon as he entered the door, he was filled with the earthy smell of the construction site, which made Ribery feel very familiar, because he had grown up in such an atmosphere since he was a child, and he had also lived in a construction site for a long time, and his body There is a natural affinity for this flavor.

"You sit down first, and I'll get you a glass of water!" Mother pulled Ribery to sit on a sofa with many holes in the living room. "Your dad recently hired a construction site and said he could make some money. But you also know that fewer and fewer people are willing to do this kind of hard work now, and there are no workers, so he has to do it by himself, and he has to work until late every day. "

For a middle-aged man in his fifties to do such physical work, you can imagine how hard it will be.

Ribery sat on the sofa and looked around. He actually found newspapers at home.

This is like Columbus discovering the New World. Ribery couldn't help but laugh, because in his impression, his father, who was born in a mud-legged family, rarely read newspapers. The only thing that impressed him was that it was a long time. In the past, during district council elections, the elected members would give a newspaper to every household that elected him, but that was many years ago.

Team newspaper!

Ribery picked up a newspaper and found that it was L'Equipe, and the cover showed a scene of all the players taking a group photo at Stamford Bridge with the Premier League Champions Gold Cup after Chelsea won the league title a few days ago. The sky was filled with confetti and the atmosphere was very warm. .

However, in this photo, Ribery found that someone had used a thick black pen to outline one of the people, as if to make it easier to see, and this person was Ribery.

There was also a photo of Ribery holding the Champions Gold Cup and kissing, which was also folded and placed on top.

Not just these two, Ribery quickly flipped through other newspapers and found that almost all newspapers were opened. Many newspapers were marked with thick black pens, obviously to follow Chelsea news, and Almost all reports related to Chelsea, especially Franck Ribery, have been flipped to the most prominent place.

Suddenly, Ribery felt as if his chest was blocked by something, very stuffy and hot.

Turning on the TV, I found that my father, who had always only watched those vulgar sitcoms, was actually watching the football channel. If he hadn't seen all this with his own eyes, he would never have believed it was true. This was still the stubborn and resentful man. 's father?

"Your dad has been to London several times!" My mother stood at the door of the kitchen and living room at some point, saying with tears in her eyes.

Ribery raised his head in disbelief, his eyes were red. He didn't know why, but he only had the feeling that a stream of very sour and hot tears were about to burst out of his eyes. He tried his best to hold back, but Still couldn't help it.

"He didn't let me say it, but I could see that he was really happy!" My mother wiped away her tears and said with a smile.

"You know, he has never been to a big city in his life, and suddenly he went to London. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to go to your game. He even spoke messy English. , so the first time was a failure. I heard that I finally went to a pub and watched the game with the people there, but that time, you didn’t show up!”

Ribery didn't even know which game his mother was talking about, but this added to the authenticity, because they didn't understand football, the league, or anything else. He even believed that his father went to London just to To go and watch his game.

"After he came back, he said that the fans in the pub were nice to him and knew Franck Ribery, so they taught him how to go to watch the game. So not long after, he went again, and this time he learned smarter. I took a taxi directly to the stadium, but I couldn’t buy a ticket. I wandered outside the stadium for more than an hour and didn’t leave until the game was over.”

“But when he came back, he was very happy because he said that although he didn’t understand English, he heard many fans leaving the stadium mentioning your name and listening to them saying that you performed very well in that game, and He also learned how to buy tickets to watch the game, but later he went back to the pub in London to watch the live TV broadcast with those people, because he said, your tickets are ridiculously expensive!”

"Although he has never been able to watch you play live, he often goes to London because he said that he likes the feeling when listening to the fans in the bar talking about you. He is very proud!"

Listening to his mother's words, Ribery burst into tears.

Once, he thought he was a very strong person who could take emotions very lightly, but in fact, when things really came to pass, he discovered that there were many, many things that he had always been brooding about. Can't let go.

His father did not have much education and did not know how to get along with his children. Beating and scolding were his best methods of training his children. This once made Ribery doubt whether his father still loved him, but now, he suddenly discovered that it turned out that Not all love has to be spoken. Many times, true love is not spoken through words.

Just as Ribery and his mother were chatting, they heard the sound of opening the door from outside the security door. They both stood up immediately, especially Ribery, who found that his father came back a little early today.

It was indeed his father who opened the door and came in, but his right arm was wrapped with a thin bandage with some blood on it. When he entered, he was still cursing and talking about how unlucky he was, and his arm was injured.

When working on a construction site, injuries and bleeding are inevitable. When Ribery moved bricks by himself, he often suffered bruises and injuries, or was injured by bricks. These are very common, so seeing his father injured was also very common. It’s no surprise.

When his father entered the door and saw Ribery, he was obviously stunned for a moment. The surprise on his face could not be concealed, but soon he used his pride as a father to suppress the surprise in his heart. Even in the past period of time, Ribery was his pride, the topic of conversation and the envy of everyone in Boulogne, but in front of him, his son was his son.

The surprise was replaced by indifference. In front of outsiders, as a father, he could be proud of his son, but in front of his son, he had to act very cold and disapproving. This is indeed the strangest thing in the world. one thing.

"I'm here to deliver the tickets!" Ribery took out a large stack of tickets from his pocket, dozens of them. "The game is held in Gelsenkirchen, Germany. It will be more troublesome to go from Boulogne. You can go to London first, and I’ll ask Vashiba to accompany you.”

When he said these words, Ribery's tone was still a bit harsh. This was the usual tone in their past conversations between father and son. But after saying this, he clearly realized that his tone was not quite right, so he walked out of the sofa and walked to the In front of his father, he handed out a stack of tickets and said, "I hope you can come to our game, Dad!"

The words "Dad" made Ribery's hands visibly shake, and his eyes suddenly turned red. However, he endured it, but gently let go of his hand and took the hand that Ribery handed over. With a stack of game tickets, he was even thinking that he could proudly give them to workers, relatives and friends, to show off his son.

The father and son faced each other, but could not speak. The atmosphere was awkward for a few seconds.

"I have to train early tomorrow morning, so I'm going back first!" After saying that, Ribery was about to leave.

"Frank!" Ribery Sr. called to his son as they passed each other. "Since everyone is back, let's have dinner before leaving. There's no rush for this time anyway."

Ribery turned around and saw his mother with an expectant look on her face. He knew that this was his father's biggest concession.

Sometimes he couldn't understand why his father couldn't be as kind and kind as other people's fathers. Isn’t it hard work to always put on a good show and be a father?

If it was in the past, if he didn't understand his father's thoughts and his father's care, he would resist, but now, he doesn't resist.

"Okay!" Ribery smiled and nodded, with a warm glow on his somewhat terrifying face.

The father turned his back to Ribery, and from an angle that his son could not see, he showed a half-hearted smile and walked towards the living room. "In the future, you don't have to come in person to deliver game tickets. You can just make a phone call." Just don’t affect your training. The head coach will definitely be unhappy if he finds out!”

The tone was very harsh, but it was still out of love and concern.

"Our boss is very good to me. He asked me to come back!" Ribery followed his father and walked back to the living room.

"No matter how nice I am to you, you have to play football well!" the father is still warning. He is afraid that his son will get carried away if he becomes a little famous. You know, Ribery used to be a very gangster.

"Okay, okay, Frank is back, don't say too much!" In any family, one parent always pretends to be kind, and the other pretends to be majestic, so Ribery's mother was afraid that the father and son would get into trouble again, so she just stood up He came out to resolve the problem, and Ribery Sr. just accepted it without saying anything more.

Sometimes he also reflects on himself. As his son grows up, many things are no longer under his control. Moreover, he is also very clear that he cannot keep up with the times. His thinking is a bit old-fashioned and he is too controlling. Too much is not necessarily a good thing. It is better to simply let go and let your children work freely.

Father and son are father and son, blood is thicker than water, there is no knot that cannot be dissolved or untied.

With a good start, the conversation between father and son seemed much more pleasant.

During the meal, Ribery Sr. also specifically asked about the Champions League final. Seeing that his father now has some skills when it comes to football, he seems to be a full-fledged fan, but he can't hide the truth about being a fake fan. Berry felt funny in his heart, but also a little moved, because he knew that his father learned about football because of him.

For the Champions League final, Ribery confessed that he probably wouldn't be able to start, because Ye Qiu's tactics for this game would definitely still be based on 4321. Ronaldinho and Lampard were both in good shape, and Davis had recovered well after a long period of adjustment, and his physical fitness had also improved, so he should still start.

But Ribery was a surprise weapon in Ye Qiu's hands. As long as the game was deadlocked, Ye Qiu would have to use Ribery sooner or later, so Ribery was still very confident that he could play in the game, because he was the best 12th man in Ye Qiu's hands in the past season.

Although old Ribery, like all fathers, wanted his son to be successful and thought his son was the best, he also knew that his son used to play in the amateur league and had only played in the professional league for a year. It was already a very remarkable thing to be able to play as a substitute in the Champions League final. How could he expect more?

For this, old Ribery was even more satisfied than his son!