Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Chelsea changed owners, and without waiting for reporters to find out, Catherine quickly held a press conference to announce that the Bolling family had taken over Chelsea.

On the second day after the press conference, the "Times" published the news, and also printed a sentence Catherine said at the press conference in bold red letters: "I swear on the honor of the Boleyn family that I will definitely To restore Chelsea to its former glory."

The commoners of the Eagle Kingdom were not too impressed with the nobles, but the Chelsea fans were ecstatic about Catherine's words.

On this day, people in cafes, restaurants and bars in London are talking about Chelsea, and some people are thinking about what they think is the best Chelsea team.

Generally speaking, Chelsea fans are more optimistic about Catherine's taking over Chelsea, and they are not disgusted with her taking over.

Chelsea's situation is already bad enough. If no rich man comes in, the team will soon be disbanded. The fans are holding their breaths, and they just want to see what Catherine can bring to Chelsea.

Don't be in a hurry to scold your mother, and don't be in a hurry to throw a wine bottle.

Nan Yi racked his brains to remember that the old man's name is Ferguson, this coach who seems to be awesome.

When Catherine heard Nanyi mentioning this name, she immediately knew who it was, and rushed to the Aberdeen Club to invite Ferguson, who is still the "little lord", to take charge of Chelsea. After realizing such a meaning, they responded with a sentence: "Thank you, but I have been a Manchester United fan since I was a child, and I am waiting for Manchester United's call."

When I learned about it later, Nanyi couldn't help but erase Cao Cao's "Cao" character. When Ferguson went to Aberdeen to coach, there was such a clause in the contract with the club-if Manchester United asked him to transfer, Aberdeen It is necessary to release people unconditionally, and transfer fees cannot be charged.

Damn, he is really a hardcore Manchester United. He watched Manchester United games when he was a teenager, wanted to play for Manchester United when he was young, and became a coach in middle age, and he was waiting to lead the team at Manchester United.

If Ferguson doesn't come, Nanyi can't think of a second suitable head coach.

In his memory, there are only a few football team coaches left, one is the head coach of the German team, the one who eats booger... what's his name, I can't remember, it was many years later, The ghost knows where people are and what they are doing now.

The point is that he can't remember the name and can't find it.

The other two have been reduced to being the head coach of the Sophisticated Team, and their level is just like that, so there is no need to look for them.

There is also a hair-blowing expert, hey, forget about that, where is he still peeing and muddy. Besides, even if he has grown up, why call him over, let him blow his hair away so that he can see his ugly face clearly?

Thinking about it, Nan Yi couldn't help but cover his upper lip with his lower lip, and blew his hair seven times in a row from left to right. With the blessing of his immortal energy, his hair stood up and became as steel as iron.

Standing up from the chair, Nan Yi stretched his majestic old waist, saying that it was overflowing. Last night, he sneaked up and washed his underpants. The second baby was about to be born, and he could still draw In the Western Hemisphere, he had to write a convincing word for himself.

Ringing, ringing, the phone rang, and after Nan Yi answered the phone, he looked dazed.

It's crazy, it's crazy, after Catherine didn't pull Ferguson over, she immediately went to invite another coach, but he still didn't come, so she sent an invitation to a salesman in a shoe store in Italy, because of that salesman In his spare time, he also works as an auxiliary coach for small clubs.

Is this shit a broken pot?

"Isn't Catherine obviously not taking her own money as money?" Nan Yi thought for a while, and hurried to Boleyn Castle, intending to ask Catherine to question her.

All the way to Catherine's study, Nan Yi was greeted by a pair of innocent eyes.

"Where's Yami?"

"She went to the club to clear the account and adjust the staff."

"Oh, why not get a good coach?"

"Adam, do you know what it takes to be a good coach?" Catherine didn't care about Nan Yi's sharp question, and said calmly.

"I don't know, but I know that those who can get ahead must have real talents."

"But if the well-known coaches don't come, I can only find the unknown, Mr. Arrigo Sacchi from Italy. I don't know where he got the news, but he took the initiative to call the club and got it. My phone, and then chatted with me for a long time.

Regarding his love for football, I can hear it, he really loves it. Adam, you are not a fan, you don't understand the love of football that a real fan has.

He also chatted with me about what he would do if he were the head coach. He explained in detail what he would do. His qualifications were not good, but he made a cross-border phone call for more than three hours just to introduce himself to me.

I can easily reject him, but I can't, I invite him to come over for a talk, and I will pay for his travel expenses. Whether I use him or not, I have to talk to him, just for the love of football. "

"Love?"

With these two words, Nan Yi couldn't open his eyes.

Once upon a time, he was also a young man with love, who could do anything for his love.

But in the end, the edges and corners are polished by life, and he not only has to deal with the mess in front of him, but also has to face the dog shit and the rolling winter thunder in the distance.

He learned to evade the fare to get on the train, he learned to say "I got the ticket" against the interview microphone on the train; he learned to pretend to be blind and dumb; he learned to sing praises to capital.

Only, he forgot what love is.

He gave up his love, gave up his true self, and he got a lot—he got a very low house price; then he didn’t need to look for a job everywhere, and his life was stress-free; and then he just wanted the girl he liked, and he didn’t need to chase after her. It will come alive.

Will do!

It will all work.

But what about love? Where is the love?

"Catherine, you can do whatever you want, you and Yami have the final say on everything about Chelsea." After speaking, Nan Yi turned around in a despondent manner, holding his feet, and moved out step by step.

Catherine saw that something was wrong with Nanyi, she quickly stood up and ran to his identity, and asked with concern: "Adam, what's wrong with you?"

Nanyi showed an ugly smile and said, "It's nothing, I was woken up by you, I want to be quiet, and think about where my love is. By the way, don't ask me who is quiet."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure." Nanyi waved his hand, "I'll come to you tomorrow."

Catherine stood where she was, watched Nanyi leave, and thought, "It turns out that he is also vulnerable at times."

After hesitating for a while, Catherine went after Nanyi again.

She wanted to comfort this man well, comfort him well.

After catching up with Nanyi, Catherine hugged Nanyi from behind and pressed her face against his warm back.

Nan Yi was startled for a moment, then stopped quietly.

The two were like this for a long time, until the spider weaved a web on Nanyi's head, and until the two flies found a wrong place to reproduce.

Catherine's fingers moved, lightly, tentatively tapping on Nanyi's chest drum, and then flicked up and down like a flute.

The naughty fingers made Nanyi irritable. He wanted to quiet his fingers, so he turned around suddenly and blocked the other's mouth with his mouth.

Woohoo, Catherine murmured.

Gradually, the murmur became louder, and Nanyi also began to echo——oooh, let alone let alone!

A train departed in warm spring, derailed, hit the door of the bedroom, rolled a few times, and finally stopped in the waves.

An old man named Matthew listened at the door of the bedroom for a while, walked away, came to the stairs, and drew the cross on his chest, "Lord, please bless the Boleyn family and protect the Boleyn family from passing on."

The school girl sitting on the sofa on the first floor hummed softly the folk song of Bac Ninh Province - bèo dt my tri [Duckweed Flowing with White Clouds].