Ti flies like a white horse passing through a crack.
Young disciples grow old on the rivers and lakes, and the corners of the beautiful girls' temples also sprout white hair.
According to traditional Chinese sayings, Tang Long has reached the age of thirty this year.
At his ho in Madrid, Real Madrid player Tang Long, sitting on a recliner in the villa's yard, was reading a book.
Compared to the Apennine Peninsula, although the sunshine on the Iberian Peninsula is equally abundant, it isn't as scorching.
It's a kind of gentle warmth, warming Tang Long all over, and if his eyes didn't wander over the book, he would almost fall asleep.
Today is match day.
Tang Long's Real Madrid teammates have already gone to Seville for an away match, concluding a triumphant season.
As long as they draw, they can defeat Barça and win this season's League Champion.
But Tang Long did not travel with the team and was resting at ho instead.
Strictly speaking, it's been half a year since he last appeared on the field.
In a national derby against Barça, Tang Long tore his knee's cruciate ligant, and he's still in recovery.
At the ti, he just heard a crack, his mind went blank, and he was imdiately taken off the field and sent to the hospital.
Despite having been plagued by back injuries since joining Manchester City in his first season years ago, a cruciate ligant tear was the first catastrophic injury of his life.
Tang Long himself felt okay, just a bit unlucky since that brake happened to step on an unnoticed dip outside Camp Nou's penalty area;
However, his agent and friend, the Brazilian Ronaldo, lost control in the hospital, sobbing uncontrollably on Tang Long's blanket, his wails echoing down the hospital corridor.
"Why must you suffer the sa injury as ? God is so unfair!"
Ronaldo's breakdown touched everyone present.
Especially so older doctors there, who had been Ronaldo's fans over twenty years ago, having witnessed his fierce prowess on the field and his tough years at Inter after twice tearing his cruciate ligant, unable to play for almost three years.
No one could have imagined that Tang Long, acknowledged universally as the best striker in the world after Ronaldo, would suffer the sa injury.
Fortunately, Tang Long maintained a good mood, patting Ronaldo's bald head comforting him:
"Alright, enough, don't wipe all your snot on , okay?"
"Don't worry, I don't drink, I don't party, I'm way more disciplined than you were when playing, the injury that took you three years to recover from, I'll recover in just a few months."
Half a year of rehabilitation flew by.
This season of La Liga is about to end, yet Tang Long hasn't set foot on the field again.
Luckily, his recovery has been decent, and doctors say he can definitely return next season.
It's just that as he's no longer a young player, he will need more ti to regain his form.
This rehabilitation period, however, has been a leisurely phase.
Since becoming a professional player in 2014, these past 11 years have been the longest he's stayed away from the field.
Tang Long played with the family's Labrador with a tennis ball for a while, then resud reading the book in his hand.
"The Tang Long Autobiography – The Art of Space and Anticipation"
Not sure how it feels to read an autobiography soone else wrote about yourself;
However, the author of this autobiography would surely evoke many mories of the old days for Tang Long, because the author is Dilata.
By now, Dilata is an executive at Sky Sports, stationed long-term in New York, managing Sky Sports' news empire in North Arica.
Her work remains busy, even busier than when she stayed in Manchester, her life fully occupied by work, resulting in a three-year stint without leaving the United States, and this freshly released autobiography of Tang Long she completed by combining a Christmas holiday and an Easter holiday.
On the book's publication date, Dilata sent a copy to Tang Long.
Tang Long opened the book and the front page reads:
"Dear Tang, thank you for supporting this book by providing interviews, videos, and photos. You're welco to visit New York soday."
When Tang Long received the book from the courier, his wife Gracie was beside him watching.
Gracie, with sharp eyes, imdiately noticed the signed na on the front page and said: "Dilata? Isn't she the long-legged, good-looking reporter? She actually wrote a 300,000-word autobiography for you!"
Tang Long laughed: "How many years has it been, and you still can't get over that long-legged, good-looking joke, can you?"
Gracie: "Don't you have hands? You need others to write your autobiography."
Tang Long: "Autobiographies are often verbal accounts arranged by others. Besides, I authorized her exclusively to use my interview materials many years ago. Though she's in New York, she has the most comprehensive information about , no one is more suitable to write my autobiography."
Gracie pouted, hugged Tang Long's neck from behind, and sighed.
"Be grateful, having the daughter of a UK Pri Minister as a housewife, doing laundry and cooking for you every day, you're pretty damn lucky." She then turned to the kitchen to cook noodles.
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