Fox in the Penalty Area

"Morning, Uncle Yong."

When Zhang Qinghuan walked to the door of the kitchen, he greeted the manager Yong Jun who was making breakfast.

"You got up so early, why don't you sleep for a while? You don't need to go to training this morning." Yong Jun turned to see Zhang Qinghuan and asked.

"I can't fall asleep, so I don't want to sleep." Zhang Qinghuan walked to the refrigerator, opened the door and took out the mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip first.

"Hey, drink hot water, drink hot water." Seeing this, Yong Jun wanted to stop him, but it was too late, so he could only complain, "Chinese people's stomachs are different from foreigners'. Don't drink ice water right after you wake up."

"No matter how different it is, you have to adapt to the habits here when you come here." Zhang Qinghuan laughed. "Do I have to bring an electric kettle with me when I go to an away game? And then boil water for myself?"

"Hey, it's not impossible. Now there are electric kettles that are the same size as thermos cups on the Internet. You take one with you. When you go to an away game, you get up and boil a pot, and then go to wash. After you wash, boil water It's already burned, so it won't delay things..."

Seeing that Uncle Yong started nagging, Zhang Qinghuan quickly waved his hands: "I'm going to wash up..."

Seeing him running away, Yong Jun laughed, and then stopped him: "Qing Huan!"

Zhang Qinghuan, who had gone a long way, turned around and said, "What are you doing?"

"congratulations!"

Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand: "Hey, where is this, Uncle Yong. It's just a ball..."

"This is not just a ball, this is the first ball, and the meaning is different. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Once you take this first step, the road ahead will be relatively easy." Take Holding a spatula and wearing an apron, Yong Jun said seriously.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Yong, you are right..." Zhang Qinghuan yawned and walked to the bathroom. "I went to wash up."

Seeing Zhang Qinghuan's nonchalant expression, Yong Jun shook his head and cursed with a smile: "Stinky boy!"

Then continue to concentrate on frying eggs for Zhang Qinghuan.

In the bathroom, Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and squeezed the toothpaste on the toothbrush, then looked up at himself in the mirror.

There were traces of not fully waking up on the face, and the facial features were slightly different from usual.

A thousand miles begins with a single step……

He thought of what Uncle Yong had said to him just now.

Congratulations, Zhang Qinghuan, the first step of this journey of a thousand miles has finally been taken!

He pursed his lips and forced a smile.

That handsome face that has driven countless women crazy is back.

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When Zhang Qinghuan returned to the dining room after washing up, Yong Jun had already served breakfast on the table and turned on the TV at the same time.

The sports news is playing inside.

It's a Spanish TV show.

This is also the method Uncle Yong came up with to improve Zhang Qinghuan's language ability, by watching Spanish news programs to speed up his adaptation to the language environment.

So from the first day they came to Barcelona, ​​they did that.

And the effect is not bad.

Now Zhang Qinghuan can basically understand this kind of Spanish news with correct pronunciation and standard pronunciation. When communicating with Spanish-speaking teammates normally, as long as the other party speaks slowly, there is no problem.

It was talking about the Barcelona city derby that ended yesterday.

As the highlight of this round of La Liga, this game has attracted much attention.

After the end, it is also the object of everyone's hot discussion.

Zhang Qinghuan's goal is being replayed.

In the video, the original voice of the commentator during the live broadcast is reproduced.

The passionate Spanish commentary made this ball even more exciting.

Even if it is the second day after the game, it can still make people feel excited when they revisit it.

"This kick is really clever, why did you think to lob it with a spoon?" Looking at the TV screen, Yong Jun asked Zhang Qinghuan.

"I just wanted to hit the other party by surprise." Zhang Qinghuan replied. "And this lob is the most unexpected."

Yong Jun nodded, and continued: "The latest news just now is that Lecco has injured his waist and ribs and will miss a month of training. You performed well in the derby again. This is your opportunity, but you must seize it. what."

Zhang Qinghuan nodded: "Don't worry, Uncle Yong. I will."

Then he said: "But in fact, I don't have a month... It's the 23rd, and on the 15th of next month, I have to report to the national team. How can I play in the team for a month?" Woolen cloth?"

Yong Jun grinned, swallowed back the words in his heart, and changed his tone: "No matter what, you must seize the opportunity in front of you. You can play as many games as you can. As long as you perform well, even after the Asian Cup When you come back, there will still be a place for you in the team, otherwise it will be really cool..."

"Ok."

While the two were talking, the TV screen switched, and a scene of Hu Lai suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the news announcer said: "... At 8:30 this morning, the Leeds City team set off from the UK. Their destination is Barcelona, ​​where they will start training for the midweek Champions League group stage..."

Seeing Hu Lai and hearing these words, Zhang Qinghuan and Yong Jun looked at each other in surprise:

"What are you doing here so early? It's Monday..."

"The time has come, where are you training..."

Then the two looked at each other, and both had already guessed the answer.

"No way?" Zhang Qinghuan was surprised.

Yong Jun asked him, "Didn't Hu Lai tell you?"

"No... this kid must want to make a surprise attack again!" Zhang Qinghuan frowned.

Yong Jun laughed: "Oh, I never thought that one day, I could still see two Chinese players training together in Europe!"

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Hu Lai stood on the green field, surrounded by his teammates, who were curiously looking at this unfamiliar training field.

This is the training ground of the La Liga team Sarria.

In these two days, they will be here for training, preparations and Catalan United's Champions League group stage.

In fact, this kind of practice generally only appears after entering the knockout stage of the Champions League-the team will come to the opponent's city in advance for adaptive training in order to prepare for the opponent in the knockout round. If the city has more than one professional team, it will choose the training ground of other teams to train.

If the team also happens to be the opponent's sworn enemy, all the better.

The opponent will be very happy to provide the team with a venue so that they can train with peace of mind, so as to defeat their rivals in the Champions League.

At this time, there is no such thing as "national interest". They are willing to do anything as long as they can kill their rivals in the same city.

Sarria is such a "rival in the same city".

They not only provided the training ground for Leeds City to train, but also generously provided the video of the last Barcelona derby made by the team's technical team to the coaching team of Leeds City to help them analyze the performance of the Catalan United in the game .

This cannot be said to be "destroying relatives with righteousness", it is simply "benefiting the enemy"...

But from the perspective of the Saria Club, it is a very normal thing.

The hatred between them and the Catalan United can completely transcend nationalities.

The legendary Catalan chairman Louis Siovas once said, "I just want Sarria to die completely", so how could Sarria not want Catalia to die completely?

They will be happy to see Catalonia lose in the Champions League.

Even if Leeds City can't beat Catalan United, if Catalan United can be made to play a bit more embarrassingly, Sarria's goal can be considered achieved.

Based on this purpose, Saria attaches great importance to the visit of Leeds City.

At the same time, they did not forget what their own team and the opposing team have in common-that is, they both have a player from China!

So the Saria Club specially arranged a meeting.

In front of the cameras of the reporters on the scene, Zhang Qinghuan and Hu Lai held hands together.

They smiled, hugged, and high-fived for the reporters' cameras.

The Chinese reporters present were very excited and kept pressing the shutter to record this scene.

For Chinese football, this is a very memorable picture.

The teammates of the Chinese national team reunited on the training ground of their respective clubs. This is the phased result of Chinese players studying abroad.

Of course, if one day there are Chinese players wearing jerseys of different teams shaking hands like this on the field, that will be a more memorable historic moment...

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"Why did you come so early?" Zhang Qinghuan asked in a low voice while smiling at the camera.

"It's not for you, Brother Huan." Hu Lai also put his voice behind his pursed mouth.

"For me? Shit!"

"Two, two, change your posture..." While chatting, a reporter ordered them to continue taking photos.

So the two cooperated with the requests made by the reporters.

After tossing around like this for a while, the reporters looked at the photos in the camera and left with satisfaction.

And Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan finally didn't have to hide their secrets anymore, because the Chinese reporters who could understand them all left.

"I'm really for you..." Hu Lai smiled hippie, "...that meal, Brother Huan!"

Zhang Qinghuan rolled his eyes: "I knew it, you... No, you are still talking nonsense! Just because I treat you to a meal, the whole Leeds City team can come to Barcelona in advance? Are you kidding me? I don’t care. I want to invite you, and I invite you, what do you mean by all your teams? Do I invite all your teams?!"

"Ha! Brother Huan, that's what you said! Let me tell you, the fine tradition of our team is to run faster than a rabbit when we hear about a treat!"

"You brought this to me!" Zhang Qinghuan complained.

"It really has nothing to do with me, it's all brought by that Charlie Potter of our team. I'm serious, you believe me, Brother Huan. But this time you won't be allowed to invite our whole team, you can just invite me alone, Look how kind I am to you." Hu Lai hugged Zhang Qinghuan with a playful smile.

But Zhang Qinghuan pushed his hand away with a look of disgust: "A treat? Let's talk about it after you finish the game!"

"We'll leave after the game, brother Huan...or do you think why we came early is to give you a chance to treat me to dinner!"

"It's just right to leave. Next time, definitely, next time..."

"Hey Brother Huan, you can't learn from those white prostitutes in Xiaopozhan!"

While the two were talking, the head coaches of the two teams came over from the other side. Seeing that they were chatting happily, Clark asked Hu Lai, "What are you talking about? So happy?"

Seeing that Hu Lai wanted to answer him, he waved his hand again: "No, you don't need to tell me. But no matter how happy you are, you should go back to train with the team now, Hu."

On the other side, Saria coach Casas also smiled and said to Zhang Qinghuan: "I'm sorry to disturb the gathering of friends, but we should go back, Zhang."

Zhang Qinghuan quickly said: "No, sir. You didn't bother us. I am indeed saying goodbye to Hu..."

Casas nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's go."

Zhang Qinghuan turned to Hu Lai and said, "Oh, it's such a pity this time. You come and go in a hurry. You have to go back immediately after the game, right? You really don't care about inviting you before the game. If you lose The responsibility is huge... There is really no chance! How about next time, huh? Next time! Ha!"

He laughed out loud while talking, then quickly said goodbye to Hu Lai, and walked towards the training ground of Saria's first team with his head coach.

After he left, he still thought of Hu Lai's deflated expression, and felt extremely relieved.

Out of the corner of Kasas' eyes, he caught a glimpse of the smile on Zhang Qinghuan's face—the smile on his face never faded after meeting and chatting with Hu Lai...

Seeing this, Casas asked, "You must have a good relationship with Hu, right?"

"Ah?" Zhang Qinghuan didn't understand why the head coach suddenly asked such a question, but he immediately nodded and admitted, "Yes, sir. I play for the same team as him in China."

"I heard that the Catalan United were interested in him. If he really went to the Catalan United, we may not be able to draw yesterday's game..."

This may sound exaggerated at first glance, but Zhang Qinghuan fully agrees with the head coach's judgment - if Hu Lai is in Catalan United, coupled with Rosas and Campusano's world-class midfield combination of two people, and Hu Lai's efficiency in front of the goal, and Saria's defense may really be blown up.

He said: "But sir, Hu will not go to Cathay United."

"This is what I'm curious about. He didn't go to the Catalan United because the Catalan United did not have a substantial offer. But why did he reject the King of Madrid? How many young people can withstand the temptation of the King of Madrid?" Casas turned his head and asked.

"Because Hu knew what he wanted and where he wanted it. The King of Madrid couldn't give it to him, but Leeds City could give it to him, so he went to Leeds City." Zhang Qinghuan explained to his head coach.

Hearing this, Casas said with emotion: "It's amazing, how many young people of his age are so clear-headed?"

"He is not clear-headed, sir." Zhang Qinghuan corrected, "He is pure. Look for a direction, and walk in that direction almost paranoidly."

Casas nodded thoughtfully when he heard what Zhang Qinghuan said.

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"Boss..." Hu Lai, who followed Clark back to his team's training ground, hesitated for a while before deciding to speak out what was in his heart.

"Why?" Clark glanced at him. In fact, he had already noticed that this kid seemed to have something on his mind, and he was just waiting for him to speak.

"Well... after we finish the game, can we stay in Barcelona for one more night?"

"Why?" Clark asked.

"I just think it would be better for the whole team to rest for one more night..."

Clark no longer glanced at him this time, but turned his head directly to look at Hu Lai. The latter looked a little guilty, and he shrank his neck and said quickly: "Of course, I just said that casually, boss. If you think... ..."

Unexpectedly, Clark nodded and said: "Okay, if we can beat the Catalan United, then we can take an extra half day off, so that we can wait until the next day before returning to Leeds."

Only by winning can you stay one more night. This condition is actually a bit harsh. In other words, this is a kind of "declining" Hu Lai's suggestion.

But after hearing this, Hu Lai didn't show any embarrassment, but slapped his hands excitedly: "Then boss, let's make a deal like this!"

Clark gave him another look.