Genoa in August 2010 was very hot.

The hot summer is unbearable for most people, but it is hopeful for others.

Wang Qi got up at six in the morning, and he always felt that today is a day of special significance for his life.

After washing, Wang Qi took the milk from the refrigerator to a cup, then took another sandwich and went to the kitchen to fry two eggs.

After solving the breakfast, Wang Qi went to his bedroom and put a sports bag on his back.

Just out of the bedroom, the father in his pajamas appeared in his field of vision.

"Hey, Dad, get up."

Wang Qi pointed to the remaining omelette on the plate on the table: "The omelette is there, the milk and the sandwich are in the fridge..."

"I know."

Wang Tianyu interrupted his son: "Mother and mother like your mother."

"Kiki, it's okay, this is not the last chance. Even if there is no hope today, we can contact other clubs, and we will return to China if we don't."

Wang Tianyu smiled and looked at his son who was taller than himself. He stepped forward and patted his shoulder and said:

"If we can't sign this time, we can also go back to China to try. If we don't want to, we can also go to university in Italy. When we return to China, we will return to the country. It is no problem to find a good job."

Wang Qi took a deep breath and looked at his father with a complex look.

At the age of eight, he followed his father to Genoa and went to the Genoa club to learn football. However, fate seemed to be deliberately teasing him. Seeing that the Italian companions signed the club one by one, he was delayed from Genoa's recognition.

Of course, Wang Qi did not sit still. From the age of sixteen, he constantly sent his own training, video of the game to other Italian clubs, and applied for a trial.

However, waiting for him is to go with hope again and again, with disappointment.

Wang Qi does not think that the companions who signed the contract are stronger than themselves. He can vaguely feel that he cannot sign the contract. An important reason is that he is a Chinese, and Italy is full of the trend of "exclusion of China".

In this context, Wang Qi is not like Messi. He has shown superhuman and talented players since he was a child. It is of course very difficult to sign a contract.

Wang Qi is 18 years old and has graduated from high school. He must make a choice now.

Either find ways to become a professional player, or go to college to hide the dream of football in the bottom of my heart, like my father, let your football dreams come true for the next generation.

In March of this year, Wang Qi applied to the six Italian clubs most likely to sign him, two of which were Serie B.

Three of them refused directly, did not give him the opportunity to try out training, and the other three accepted his application, but the first two times he did not get the professional contract he had dreamed of.

Today is his last chance to become a professional player in Italy. The Florence Club is his last hope. Today is the day of Florence's workout.

As long as he can pass the trial training today, he can sign up to become a quasi-professional player and continue his football dream!

But thinking of the previous failures, Wang Qi is a bit gray.

Wang Tianyu was keenly aware of this and felt his son's feelings. After a deep breath, he said: "Qiqi, in fact, the responsibility lies with me. I should not be lucky. I should apply to the company earlier. Britain or Spain..."

Wang Qi shook his head and said: "Dad, you have paid too much for me. If it is not because of me, my mother will not leave us. If it is not because of me, you can already return to the domestic promotion. Zhao Shu went back three years ago. Now Already the general manager of Shanghai..."

Wang Tianyu waved his hand and interrupted his son.

Laughing and said: "There are many Italian women, and they are full of exoticism. Why should I go back?"

Of course, Wang Qi knows what the reason why his father does not return to China is because he wants to accompany him to study football in Italy.

"I saw a brown long-haired girl downstairs yesterday. It may look like a Serbian, in his thirties, mature and full, just the type you like."

Wang Qi whispered: "I have inquired clearly, she lives in 312..."

Wang Tianyu's slap in the face of his son's head: "Bad boy, what do you think, your father, am I the kind of person who needs to take the initiative? Although your mom left, but your dad, I am romantic and humorous. So, women are taking the initiative to send me an invitation..."

Wang Qi looked up at the ceiling, dear dad, you are too narcissistic...

Wang Qi carrying his sports bag did not look at his father's face, opened the door and waved his side to him.

To be honest, he did not dare to look at his father's hopeful eyes, because every time he went to the trial before this, his father used this kind of eyes to send him away from home.

But every time I let this person love him the most, disappointing the man who gave him life.

"Hey, Kiki, really don't want your dad to accompany you?"

"Dad, I am already 18 years old, I don't have to be with you, I can do it myself!"

The reason why Wang Qi did not let his father accompany him was because this was the last workout in Italy and he did not want his father to be disappointed again.

Although his father hides his emotions very well every time, Wang Qi can still capture the heartbreaking eyes of despair, anger and helplessness.

"Hey, Kiki, what is the name of the Serbian mature woman you just said?"

Wang Qi's foot was awkward, and then he quickly closed the door and accelerated his footsteps in his father's field of vision...

When his son left, Wang Tianyu converges on his face and looks at the closed door. After half a dozen, he whispers to himself: "Is it necessary to go back to China to continue playing football, or to study in Italy? This is a difficult choice. ..."

"Kiki is eighteen years old, has grown up, or respect his own meaning, let him make his own choice."

Obviously, Wang Tianyu is not optimistic about his son going to Florence this time, and is already considering what to do next.

...

There are more than two hundred kilometers between Genoa and Florence. Wang Qi walked off the train and looked at the sky of this familiar and unfamiliar city. He shouted in his heart: "I will succeed today!"

"Today I will be successful, even if God is coming, I can't stop me from becoming a professional player!"

Later, Wang Qi followed the crowd out of the train station and took the bus to the Florence club training base.

"System, you can't lie to me, it's up to you today!"

Wang Qi, sitting in the chair, silently recited in his heart.

An electronic sound rang in his mind: "Remind you again that 'time backwards' can only be used three times a day, and the retrograde time is three seconds."

Wang Qi nodded and said in his heart: "I understand."

Three seconds pass by, maybe not for other people, but for football games you can do a lot of things, and even change the outcome of a game!

In fact, this is the ability to change your life!