Ball king grower

The taxi driver had a lot of things to ask, but when his words came to his lips, they finally merged into one sentence.

"Can I score a goal today?"

Lin Yu smiled, gave himself a thumbs up and said: "Who am I? I am Lin Yu! Dortmund's goal hero! Is it difficult for me to score goals?"

"Hahaha, it's good if you can score goals. I will go to watch the game live, come on!"

"Um!"

Although the conversation was simple, it just confirmed the mood of the two people today. The taxi driver was excited and full of expectations, while Lin Yu was very confident.

It was still some distance from home to the club, so Lin Yu took a nap.

In his sleep, he stood on the drizzling court, and his figure seemed to merge into one with Zhou Xingchi in "Shaolin Football". He shot out, and the ball, accompanied by the rain, turned into a flying dragon, extremely ferocious.

The ball tore through Real Madrid's defense and burst into the goal.

The dragon roared like a roar in the rain.

Lin Yu pointed to the sky, like a crowned emperor. At that moment, the rain stopped and the sun shone on the earth. His whole body was covered with a layer of gold, as if he were a golden armor.

While he was feeling triumphant, he suddenly paused. It turned out that the taxi had arrived at its destination, waking him up from his sweet dream.

"What a dream! If only I could score a goal so handsomely!" Lin Yu smiled, rubbed his groggy eyes, said goodbye to the driver, and walked to the club's locker room. He wanted to

He went to wash his face and freshen up first. There was still some time before the game, so he had enough time to relax.

The rain really started to fall. Although it was very small, it still had the chill of autumn. Lin Yu couldn't help but shiver after getting out of the car.

"The first rain game? I don't know if it's luck or misfortune! But even if a knife comes from the sky, the goal will still be scored when it's time to score. Unless UEFA postpones the game, this rain game will definitely be played.

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In fact, after the sultry summer, with such a light rain falling, it will be very comfortable during the game, because you will not feel the sweltering heat, but the court may be a little slippery, for speed and technical players.

Said, this is a big trouble.

On the contrary, those players who rely on their bodies to make a living are considered lucky.

He thought he had arrived early enough, but when he walked to the mixed area, he found a group of reporters waiting there. They were eating hot dogs, hamburgers and other things while waiting, as if they were struggling.

Like a hunter waiting for his prey.

"These guys are really dedicated!" Lin Yu sighed and walked over openly.

His arrival did not attract the attention of the Spanish reporters. On the contrary, the German reporters quickly gathered around him. Some even threw the half-eaten hamburgers in their hands directly into the trash can, as if they were rushing to reincarnate.

Yes, he rushed in front of Lin Yu.

Fortunately, the club's security personnel were also very responsible. They had driven the reporters away, leaving Lin Yu a passage to the locker room.

"Lin Yu! Will you play today? Klopp said at the pre-match press conference that you would start. Isn't this a smokescreen?"

"Of course, I will play and score goals!" Lin Yu remained as usual, never shrinking in front of reporters. He acted very confident and arrogant.

"I don't know how you got such confidence. The opponent is Real Madrid, and you haven't played in a game for more than a month. Are you really sure that you can still play football?"

"Nonsense, I can't kick, why can you? You are still a reporter, this question is really unprofessional at all!"

Lin Yu did not save any face for the reporters. After saying these words, he had already broken out of the siege with the help of security personnel.

Looking at Lin Yu's back, some Spanish reporters who didn't know what was going on couldn't help asking their colleagues: "Who is that arrogant guy?"

"A madman who can score goals! He can also slap the media in the face!" A local Dortmund reporter sighed: "If Mourinho, the coach of Real Madrid, is a madman among coaches, then this guy is a madman among players.

It’s just that Mourinho has been famous for a long time and is crazy about his achievements, but this kid has not achieved any results yet.”

"You can't seem to stand up straight in front of him? What's going on?"

"Hey, if you ridicule him now, you may face the risk of being slapped in the face after the game. We have already embarrassed him once, and we don't want to embarrass him again. If you really want to ridicule and ridicule him, it is better to wait until after the game."

Reporters who had experienced the Ajax hat-trick incident realized what a terrible guy Lin Yu was. Reporters really loved and hated that guy.

What kind of players do reporters like?

Of course, I like players who are in the news, which is why Balotelli, a second-rate player, can be featured in "The Times".

Although Lin Yu is not as good as Balotelli, he is definitely an active enough figure. Reporters like players like this precisely because they have news to report. After all, reporters rely on news to make a living.

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The game has started, and Mourinho is sitting on the coaching bench, as confident as he has ever been, as if he has won the game before it even starts.

He cast his eyes on the field and saw Dortmund's No. 13 player. He remembered that media reporters had asked him something about the Chinese player.

At that time, he really didn't know this person, and he had never even heard of this person's name. Later, after asking the coaching staff, he found out that this Lin Yu once scored a hat trick in the Champions League group stage against Ajax, and he was a very good player.

A player who is good at seizing scoring opportunities.

But even so, he didn't care too much. He felt that Dortmund's threats still came from Gotze, Reus and Lewandowski. No matter how powerful the Chinese was, he had only played three professional games after all.

, lack of experience and ability yet to be confirmed.

He regarded Lin Yu as a passing passerby in the football world. He believed that such a player was like a shooting star. It might be beautiful when it streaked across the sky, but it would pass by and there was no need to care about it at all.

It seems that facts have confirmed his thoughts. More than a month has passed, and Lin Yu has not been included in the team's roster. Although he does not know the specific reason, it is certain that this player is in the club and even the coach's.

It's not important in his eyes, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to sit on the bench.

He was about to look away because he was not very interested in this player and he was more willing to watch the performance of his own players.

But at this moment, No. 13's eyes also looked here, and his eyes met unexpectedly.

They were a pair of clear eyes, but at the moment it was like a fire was burning. Mourinho could see what this look meant.

"You look down on me, don't you? Then I'll show it to you!"

Mourinho translated Lin Yu's eyes into his own understanding in his heart. He couldn't help but smile, "What an interesting guy!"