Cong Vinh's autobiography (part 2): "I used to be the worst in the Song Lam Nghe An generation"

In the movieForrest GumpThere is a memorable scene. It is when Gump's mother comes to ask for her son to go to public school. The teacher takes out an IQ chart to explain the problem to her. The chart has three sections, one for the exceptionally intelligent children, one for the average children. The lowest level is for the "acceptable" children. Then the teacher takes a pencil and points to the position of Forrest Gump, which is below the "acceptable" level. With an IQ of less than 80, Gump was not accepted into the school.

* Cong Vinh - Thuy Tien share about autobiography

Cong Vinh's autobiography

In football, I am a Forrest Gump of the Song Lam Nghe An (SLNA) training center. Somehow, I was lucky enough to be selected as one of the 25 players to enter the SLNA training center that time. But getting in is one thing, staying there is another. Because after the evaluation rounds, players who are considered not capable will be gradually eliminated. Of course, no one wants to be eliminated. I was the worst in my group. If Van Quyen's talent belongs to the "outstanding intelligence" group in the movieForrest Gumpthen I am... Forrest Gumpso. I don't have any natural talent. Whilelook around you, some are very fast, some are extremelyskillful, strong and powerful person. I am slim.skinny, a bit clumsy, has no idea about tacticsor position on the field. While many of his peers have been practicingin the district talent teams, I before entering SLNAIt is indeed a blank page.

But obviously God does not give anyone everything, and alsonot taking anything away from anyone. In return for the limitations of formphysically and technically, I have a strong will. ThereforeBut in practice, I always try harder than you guys.different. I also do not allow myself to lose to them ingames of skillOne of my favorite games is basketball.net. Stretch the net as high as a volleyball, then use your head and shoulderspass the ball to the other side, whoever lets the ball touch the ground loses.

Iplayed this game tirelessly. At first I lost.more than win. And whoever loses has to crawl between the legs of the opponent.At first, everyone felt very humiliated. Just right.bowing his head, he had to listen to the mocking laughter,It felt like there was nothing more embarrassing than that moment.But losing often becomes... a habit. Whenever someone invites me to play, I join.family, even if I have to crawl between someone's legs, I can crawl for a whilethen I progressed clearly. From losing more than winning I becamewin more than loseThis sport of practice while playing, play while practicing helps me progress.visible in his ability to handle the ball with his head. But topassed the exam, i still have dozens to completeother skills.

Before facing the fear of being eliminated, I still have a lot to do.other concerns. The first is integrating into an environmentbrand new school. From the countryside to the city, I was surprised.realized that city people dressed completely differently from me. Differenthere is of course... more beautiful, more fashionable. So when you step outon the street in my country clothes, I was surrounded by crowdslaugh. I had no idea about fashion, but I knewI will have to dress like a "city person".But to be like "city people" you need money,but i don't have any money. all i can do is buya shirt for 15,000 dong at a clothing storePants are more expensive, so every time I go out I borrow them.pants you wear. On my sister's wedding day, I returned to my hometown withborrowed clothes

* Cong Vinh talks about his passion for football

My salary when I trained in the youth team was only 50,000 VND per month.We often go to the shops in front of the gym.practice eating, sometimes sticky rice, sometimes lemon tea. One packSticky rice costs 1,000 dong (500 dong sticky rice, 500 dong egg), a cup of teaI only have 1,500 dong, but sometimes I don't have money to pay.I asked them to let me pay the debt even though I didn't know when.can be paidSo after owing money to this restaurant, I moved to this restaurant.the other side... owes more. Thuong Dinh shoes are distributed for a few monthsa pair for soccer practice. I always try to get the most out of my old shoes.so that when I have new shoes, I can sell them to get some money to pay off my debt. ButThe debt book is still getting thicker. I think in ancient times, Lord Chomdebt as much as me

To pay off my debt, I started playing netball.for money. It was a form of gambling and I immediately realizedThe magic of this money game. Normally playing secretlyvery comfortable, but just have a little money in, everythingcompletely different. Two scenes always appear in my head. Oneis to win, will be happy, have money to pay debts, will not have to livein the mind of another debtor, stepping out the gate alsofeel more confident, instead of hiding for fear of creditors calling your name.But if it fails, the debt will only get bigger, becauseDebt deduction money now has to be used to pay for netball.

The thrill of gain and loss makes the heart beat faster,People also become more excited. However, whenOnce you start betting, few people think they will lose. They alwayshave great confidence in themselves. The betting industry was born andquickly became a major billion-dollar industry.is to hit that competitive psychology of people. The game of footballThe money net gave me my first ideas about gambling.After two months of netball and eating on credit, I was in debt.million. One time my mother came from the countryside to visit me, she entered the gatebeing "named" by creditors from both sides, his son was exhausted. In his pocketMom only has 400 thousand, not enough to pay half of the debt.the son of the lord Chôm. Mother cried again because of helplessness: "Vinh, you eat like this, where will I get the money to pay?I hugged my mom, sorry for making her sad again.

I still remember my first car. It was aJapanese mini bike, saved by motherto give me something to ride to school. My middle schoolabout five kilometers from SLNA's training area. When it was newHaving a car, I always look forward to waking up early every morning so I can go.ride to school on the same bike.

School was a memorable experience. I loved going there.The classroom is no different from the soccer field. The high school yearsTwo, I studied so well that I was elected... class monitor. FromFrom grade 6 to grade 8, I was always in the good students group of the class.I like Literature and Chemistry, but I'm not good at Math.is a very good mental arithmetician. Until the practiceTraining at SLNA is getting harder and harder and I am also focused.play soccer more to avoid being expelled, my studiesjust a little delayed

At the end of 8th grade, I was stripped of my position as class monitor.give this position to another friend. It's a girl,Name: Van, daughter of the homeroom teacher. There is noany resentment in this transition. Even for a timeLater, the former class vice president and the current class vice president... liked each other.always. I still remember Van had shoulder length hair and a very gentle smile.The day Van went to Vinh to go to summer school, I sent her a letter andcounting the days waiting for a reply.Then the reply came. I was eager to read her letter.like a child waiting for his mother to come home from the market to give him cakes.

Letter ofVan is very beautiful, every time I look at the handwriting in her notebook,also fascinated. The homeroom teacher's daughter is different, unlikeThe poor son used his hands to raise pigs and wrote like chickens.Get a reply, imagine the beautiful linesinside, i was happy all day. i didn't read it right away but let itsave it for home reading. I think children always have the idea of ​​saving it for home reading.like that. Anything delicious is always put away somewhere, to eat later.The feeling of imagination while waiting for food is sometimes more than the feeling ofreal foodThe problem is that when food is put away, the child also faceswith the risk that it would be eaten by someone else. And I wassuch a bluff with his spare letter.Knowing that I put Van's letter in my backpack, the girls liked me.waited for me to go out to play and then secretly took out the letter to read. When he knew what happened,I went to... beat each of them one by one. The sisters who got beaten cried.I was so upset, but I still didn't tell the teacher. I don't know what happened next.Are they still sad about me? I always feel sad.laugh when thinking about the time of hitting girls.

Actually, I don't just hit girls. I hit boys too.After marrying Thuy Tien, we once answeredflight back to Vinh to visit home. On the plane, I accidentallymet an old friend. He saw me and shook my hand.happy. He hugged his old friend and asked repeatedly: "Vinh, do you remember me? How could I forget? Classmatehigh school here. How's work going? You're so famous.right?Then I answered you, we both recalled the memories of our time together.study. Where are old friends now, what are they doing, who are they?Married, former teachers still teaching or retiredIf it weren't for the plane about to take off, I would have beenchatted with my friend until... landing. When I returnedSitting down next to Tien, Tien asked: "Your old best friend?". "Not very close, but have unforgettable memories." "What memory is that? "When he was in school, his father beat him every day. Once his fatherbeat him until his nose bled.

Indeed. When he was in school, Cong Vinh was a specialist in scoring.friend. I am gentle but have the blood of a... mad dog. When I am angryangry, hard to stop me. That poor friend is aamong the children I beat the most. I always dragIt teased, teased from its parents to its crybaby nature.it. It was mad when I teased it, but it just fought back.I hit him until he turned off the stove. Then he cried again. I saw him.Crying makes it even more embarrassing. It's so embarrassing I can't stand it.then resist. And just wait for it to resist, then I... hit it again.it continues. A cycle like that repeats itself.

In our class, there is always a troublemaker.bully others. I am definitely one of those people.my class. That poor friend is a crybaby but studies well.very good. So after beating him, it was time to test me.still... stealing his cards as usual. The good thing is he is a persongood-natured friend. In front of "mortal enemy", it stilllet her check my homework regularly, never tell on her. What athe bullied righteous!

I am... the boss of looking at your cards. Every time I come home, I only spend timehalf an hour for studying. I like to watch sports news and thengo to bed early. When it's time for a test, I always have a way of looking at my friend's paper.to escape. But there is a big problem: The exam to skip a level fromFrom junior high to high school, we no longer get to sit for exams.another class that the whole school will mix up and randomly assign rooms.Check-in date and registration number, I was so nervousQuestion: Who will I sit next to, a stranger or an acquaintance?Is he good at studying? Does he give me a tiger? Table positionIs mine close to the teacher's desk? If so, check.like... the movie is over.

But those worries disappeared when I learned to sit.The person next to me is the best student in the secondary school. He is in classdifferent, but famous in the block everyone knows.Not only that, it is also my friend's best friend.Before entering the exam, she immediately said: "Hey, you have to let Cong Vinh see the lesson.Otherwise I will stop being friends with you.He obviously didn't want his girlfriend to stop being friends with him.So he taught the lesson with utmost care and attention. Math test scoreMy grade point average is 8.5, all thanks to the dedicated tutor.Just that subject, I do the rest myself.pass. My friend meant "let me show you", but CongVinh arrogantly refused because "I can take care of myself". And I passed the exam.Ha Huy Tap High School, also known asVinh 2 school is like that!

When I entered high school, I immediately had a new muse. It was ayou study in another class, one floor above me. Because I only study in classnormal, and she is a student of the gifted class. The chance to know each other isThe two of them sat close to each other at the flag-raising ceremonies at the beginning of the week. YouThe two layers of rafts kept pairing up. The pairings became... real. Ior ride my bike past her house, then we ride side by sideto school. I don't remember what we talked about inthose peaceful years. I only remember it was a relationship.pure love. She invited me to her house to play. The two of usEntered the room, there was no one in the house, but my hand was still full.stop not dare to hold.

That mini bike has witnessed many memories,But there was a time when I thought about... executing it.In Vinh market there is a street to exchange goods. You bring genuine goods, they will take them off.take out spare parts and replace them with Chinese ones, then pay you backdifference. There was a time when I was so short of money that I thought abouttake your bike out there and let them disassemble it.I even cycled all the way there. I thought to myself:I have to do this, then I will have money, pay off my debtShops in front of the gate, will have more money to invite girlfriends outeat this eat that, will be a little proud. I justpedaling, thinking. One lap, two laps, until the tenth lapthen I decided to go home. I can not go against my salary.my mind

If I had given the car to that person that night, my life would have been different.I have turned to a whole new chapter. Because just youOnce you cross the line, there may be no chance to return.againMy fatheris a very big mirror. Just one mistakemistake that I regret for life. Later, when I grew up, Ijust realized the biggest shame a person can facenot with people around but with yourselfThe court judges us only once, but the court judges us all the time.The mind judges all life. There are people who just need to pass by.the fragile boundary in my heart once, so that theyto reach the point where there is nothing left to do.

Excerpt from autobiography "Minute 89"
(Written by Tran Minh, Phuong Nam Book)