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Manchester City International Airport, United Kingdom.

Chen Huan got off the plane after sitting for more than ten hours. He finally found the Manchester United staff who came to pick him up with an umbrella.

""Chen, is that you? The midfielder from Longguo?"

The staff member was a big white man in his thirties with blond hair, a little thin. He looked at Chen Huan and compared it with the photo in his hand.

"It's me, thank you for picking me up!" Chen Huan smiled and nodded to the other party.

His English is actually average, but it is still okay for daily communication. Moreover, knowing that he can play in the Premier League, he temporarily strengthened his English.

""Hello, Chen, welcome to Manchester City. My name is Dennis. Let's go back!"

Dennis helped Chen Huan put away the suitcase and started the car.

The sky in Manchester County in the northwest of England was gloomy. After several lightning and thunder, it suddenly rained heavily.

Raindrops kept hitting the car window, splashing and flowing down, coupled with the dim light in the cloudy day, inexplicably, it made people feel lonely.

This feeling was particularly strong for Chen Huan, who was far away from home and had just arrived in a foreign country.

From now on, everything depends on himself.

Fortunately, Dennis was more talkative. While driving, he introduced some information about the team to him.

"Manchester United is a super club that has been established for more than 100 years and is one of the top football giants in the world today.……"

Chen Huan naturally knew about these things, but when he heard the other party talking about them at this time, he had a different feeling.

The words that were originally plain sounded full of enthusiasm.

That feeling was just like when people in Yanjing talked about Tiananmen Square and the flag-raising ceremony.

Chen Huan seemed to be infected by his enthusiasm, and the loneliness in his heart slowly dissipated.

Soon, the car arrived near the Manchester United headquarters in the east of Manchester City. Under the leadership of Dennis, Chen Huan stayed in a hotel near the headquarters.

After Dennis took Chen Huan to have a meal, it was almost nine o'clock, and it was dark at this time. After Dennis sent Chen Huan back to the hotel, he was about to leave.

""Chen, you stay here for one night. I will pick you up at the headquarters tomorrow morning."

Chen Huan nodded, watched the other party leave, called home to report safety, and returned to his room.

It was during the World Cup period. When Chen Huan turned on the TV, he found that a group match had not yet ended, so he watched it for a while, but it was a pity that it was over after only ten minutes.

However, the TV said that there would be another match at one o'clock in the middle of the night.

One o'clock in the middle of the night here is exactly nine o'clock in the motherland, which is a normal working time.

Chen Huan, who had not adjusted to the time difference, could not sleep, so he watched this group match. It was a game played by Argentina, and they played well.

Chen Huan was very happy to watch it. When the game was over, It was almost three in the morning, and he finally felt sleepy and went to bed.

Unexpectedly, he was sleeping soundly when Dennis called.

So with two dark circles under his eyes, he followed him to the headquarters to handle various formalities. After all the formalities were completed, Dennis took Chen Huan to visit Manchester United's Hall of Fame, accompanied by the club's photographer.

The Premier League and Champions League trophies stood quietly behind the glass, telling the greatness of this club.

Chen Huan took a deep look, and he smiled and said to Dennis:"Believe me, in the future there will be several trophies here that will be won because of me.""

"It is always good to be confident!"Club president David Gill came over with a smile.

In the flash of the camera, Chen Huan and Gill each held a jersey with the number 30 printed on it, with a"Chen" marked on it!

All the transfer procedures have been completed, and now Chen Huan is a new Manchester United player wearing the number 30 jersey.

"Come on, young man. Simont praised you highly. I am looking forward to your performance."

After encouraging Chen Huan, Jill returned to the administrative area.

"Come on, the head coach wants to see you."

"Head coach? Who?"Chen Huan was a little confused. He really didn't know who the current head coach of Manchester United was.

If someone had asked Chen Huan who the head coach of Manchester United was last year, he would have immediately answered: Ferguson!

But last year, the old coach who had been in charge of Manchester United for many years had retired. It was said that Manchester United had changed several head coaches in a row. As for who is the coach now, Chen Huan really didn't know.

"You don't know?" Dennis looked at Chen Huan strangely, but shrugged immediately,"It's my fault too. I forgot to introduce him yesterday.

"Our new head coach now is Louis van Gaal. That old man is not easy to mess with. You'd better be careful later."

Van Gaal!

If he was this age in his previous life, he might not know who Van Gaal is, but now that he has been reborn, how could he not know Van Gaal?

This is a head coach with a strong personality. He has always been known for his strictness. He is very strict in managing the team, which can even be called militarized management. Moreover, he emphasizes his authority in the team. Players must obey him, otherwise they will be scolded in public at the very least, or directly transferred to the reserve team at the worst, until the players surrender to him.

Such a person always reminds Chen Huan of the director of political education when he was in junior high school.

Now, the head coach wants to see him, and Chen Huan can't help but feel a little nervous.

He quietly pulled Dennis's sleeve,"Dennis, aren't all the main players going to participate in the World Cup now? There are no competitions here, how can he……"

"Yeah, who says it isn't? If it were someone else, they might take advantage of this time to relax, but when Van Gaal came, he would come to work on time every day, study tactics, train the players who stayed behind... Anyway, he could always find something to do."

I see.

Suddenly, Chen Huan remembered something.

This Van Gaal, in addition to being strict in coaching, has another characteristic, he likes to promote and train young people.

Seedorf, Van der Sar, Reiziger, Xavi, Puyol... These young people were discovered by him, and later they all achieved extraordinary success.

He couldn't help but look forward to it.

If he could get this person's guidance, he would definitely benefit a lot.

A few minutes later, Chen Huan saw the head coach Van Gaal, who was wearing a neat suit, tall, serious, and sharp-eyed.

Standing in front of him, Chen Huan felt a little pressure, but he still straightened his back calmly and greeted the other party generously,"Hello, coach!"

""Yeah!" Van Gaal replied casually, with a nonchalant look on his face, obviously not taking Chen Huan seriously.

"In my team, the most important thing is self-discipline. If you don't want to be eliminated last, you should train hard."

"Yes, coach."

Even if Van Gaal didn't say it, Chen Huan would not miss any training. He always sets strict standards for himself. When he arrived at the training ground

, the training ground staff also looked at Chen Huan.

"Is this new?"

"From Bang country?"

"Maybe it's from Fuso?"

"I don’t even know what position I play."