Fox in the Penalty Area

"In a Premier League focus game that ended last night Beijing time, Leeds City, where Chinese player Hu Lai played, defeated Tramed with a score of 3:2 in the away game, and got the most precious three points on the way to the championship... … Tramed was not willing to be a stepping stone for Leeds to win the championship at home, so he fought very hard from the beginning of the game... and the Portuguese genius Barea went first to help the home team take the lead...

"Although he was closely guarded during the game, Hu Lai still used an unexpected action to assist Kamara to score, allowing Leeds City to equalize the score before the end of the first half... In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again, and Leeds City took the lead , scored a goal just at the beginning. Williams scored a goal in the scuffle in front of the goal, and Leeds City also took the lead in the away game...

"But then Leeds City's physical fitness declined significantly, and Tramed took the opportunity to equalize the score by their captain Kirk...The game then entered a fierce stage. Tramed gradually gained the upper hand on the scene...The biggest climax of the game was in the fast Ninety-three minutes is coming..."

Speaking of this, the voices of the newscasters on the TV became excited.

"Barea broke into the penalty area and was pushed down by Leeds midfielder Vieira. The referee decisively awarded a penalty. This happened! Barea’s penalty kick was saved by Leeds City goalkeeper Van De Ven, and the supplementary shot was also blocked... Leeds City then launched a counterattack. The final word!"

At this point in the news broadcast, it switched to the original sound reproduction of the live broadcast of the game.

Yan Kang was roaring: "Hu Lai!!! Hu Lai!!! Lore! This is lore! Hu Lai killed Tramed! He also almost killed Stan Park Rangers!!"

When Li Ziqiang passed by the school's guard room, he heard this voice coming from inside.

He couldn't help but turned his head to look, and just met the eyes of the guard inside, who laughed when he saw him: "Coach Li, congratulations, congratulations!"

"Congratulations?" Li Ziqiang asked in confusion.

"Hu Lai is going to win the Premier League championship, this is your proud disciple! Isn't it worthy of congratulations?" The guard laughed.

Li Ziqiang frowned: "It's not the time to be happy, is it? There is only one round left in the league..."

"Hey, I think it's about the same. Anyway, I don't believe that Leeds City can lose the game at home in the last round... To be honest, Coach Li, after watching their game yesterday, I have a very strong confidence , I feel that Leeds City must be the league champion this season." The doorman pointed to the mobile phone in his hand, and the sound of the news just now came from it.

"That's why I want to congratulate Coach Li,

The good players you brought out brought honor to our country! what! "

The doorman let out a hearty laugh, then lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Just now I saw our old headmaster hurried out of the gate with a smile on his face, as if something good happened... I don't know Are you looking for someone to make a banner again..."

"Banner?" Li Ziqiang didn't react.

The doorman teased: "The banner hanging on the gate! What is it like 'Congratulations to our school alumnus Hu Lai for winning the Premier League championship'..."

Li Ziqiang suddenly realized that he covered his face. The old principal was good at everything, but he liked to show off more and more in the past few years... everyone knew his "little" hobby.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.

Li Ziqiang took it out and took a look:

Principal Zhai called.

This is really saying Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"Li Ziqiang, where are you?" As soon as the call was connected, Zhai Guangming's hearty voice came through the handset of the mobile phone, and the voice was as loud as if he had turned on the speaker.

"Me? I'm at the school gate..."

"Go to your office and tidy up the room!"

"What's wrong?"

"There will be a TV station coming to interview in a while!"

"Why are you here again?" Li Ziqiang's first reaction was to feel annoyed.

"Tsk, what's your tone?" Sure enough, Zhai Guangming on the other end of the phone taught after hearing it, "Didn't you watch yesterday's game?"

"Look..."

"Then you still ask this kind of question!"

Li Ziqiang glanced at the doorman who was eavesdropping while suppressing a smile, then raised his hand as a goodbye gesture, then turned and walked towards the school stadium.

"Let me tell you, this is a good opportunity to promote our school, don't lose the chain..."

"Principal, we have had a lot of publicity opportunities in recent years..."

"That means our school is awesome! Alright, alright, go and tidy up the room, when the time comes, the reporter will come to film a segment..."

"The principal, let me tell you first, I won't lie during the interview, I can say whatever I want..." Li Ziqiang reminded.

"Okay, okay, I get it! You've said it many times. When you recruited Hu Lai into the team, I didn't like him. I can tell that it's a cocoon. It would be wrong if you suddenly changed your words... Whatever Well, anyway, you kid must not know how many times you have secretly laughed, hey!"

After teasing Li Ziqiang, Zhai Guangming hung up the phone, as if he was really busy.

Li Ziqiang looked down at the hung up phone and shook his head helplessly.

I really can't tell the old headmaster...

What is "I don't know how many times I have had fun in secret"?

Am I that kind of person?

but……

Li Ziqiang thought that when Hu Lai scored the goal yesterday, he got goosebumps on the spot.

The kid really did a good job this time.

A smile flashed across his serious face.

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"Xing, did you watch the Premier League match yesterday?" In the restaurant of the hotel, Jorge Dillon asked Chen Xingyi, who was standing in front of him, with folded arms.

"Uh...Mr. Dillon, in order to ensure my performance in today's game, I went to bed early yesterday..." Chen Xingyi replied honestly with his head bowed.

The two can now communicate normally in English—even though Dillon is a Spaniard who has coached in Italy, he can speak English fluently—the translator Yu Jintao stands beside him, acting as a pure listener instead of translate.

Hearing what Chen Xingyi said, Dillon laughed: "Although I ask you to go to bed earlier, if it's because of watching the Premier League game, then it's okay to go to bed later. I'm not that unreasonable, Xing. "

Hearing what the head coach said, Chen Xingyi raised his head and told the truth: "Yes, Mr. Dillon, I watched that game."

"How does it feel? Watching your former club team-mates score a goal destined to go down in the history books of the Premier League on such a stage... How do you feel?"

Facing this question, Chen Xingyi did not give an answer immediately, but fell silent.

Dillon didn't urge him either, but still stood with arms folded, waiting patiently.

After being silent for a while, Chen Xingyi said, "Envy me..."

"You don't seem very sure?"

Chen Xingyi was silent for a while, and then continued: "Envy, and a little bit jealous."

Hearing his answer, Yu Jintao beside him couldn't help but look at Chen Xingyi's face a few more times, wanting to see the change in his expression.

Chen Xingyi still had a smile on his face, but this kind of smile was different from the usual smile, more like a cover-up. But this just shows that what he just said is true.

Dillon didn't have the mind to speculate on Chen Xingyi's inner drama. He nodded when he heard this answer, and then said: "Then if I tell you to endure it, finish playing the World Cup, and then go abroad to play football next summer, because summer There are more options in transfers than winter transfers...wouldn't you be happy?"

With the same smile on Chen Xingyi's face, he shook his head and said, "How come, Mr. Dillon. I listen to you, and you can do whatever you say..."

Dillon laughed loudly: "I'm just kidding, Xing. I know that if I want to keep you for another year, your heart will definitely not be here anymore. Seeing Hu's performance in the Premier League, your heart has already flown out of the country... ..."

In Jin Tao's eyes, Chen Xingyi still had that hidden smile.

"But one thing I said is right. That is, there are more options for transfers in the summer. So you go after the World Cup."

The concealed smile disappeared instantly from Chen Xingyi's face. He stared at the head coach with wide eyes.

"Yesterday my agent sent video highlights of your matches in the Chinese Super League and the national team to a few friends in Europe. I got a call from them today and they are all interested in you. But I told them not to worry , Wait until you finish playing the World Cup. They should all send people to observe your performance in the World Cup... So do you know what to do, Xing?" Dillon asked Chen Xingyi with a smile.

Chen Xingyi became excited, but he quickly forced himself to calm down, and tried to reply in a calm tone: "I will behave well, Mr. Dillon!"

Dillon nodded and said: "Hu Lai and Luo Kai showed you two situations of going to Europe to play football. Take Hu Lai as the source of motivation for your efforts, but pay more attention to Luo Kai. The most likely example to be encountered in Europe."

"I understand, I will correct my mentality and position, Mr. Dillon, thank you!" Chen Xingyi took a step back and bowed to Dillon.

The Spanish old man accepted it calmly with a smile.

"It seems that Chen Xingyi is going to go abroad..." In the depths of the restaurant, the Golden Arrow players who had been looking at the head coach saw this scene and expressed such emotion.

"Isn't this something we already knew?"

"No, it was just a guess before... But looking at it now, I guess it should have been decided."

"I really envy……"

"What is there to envy? You go out too..."

"Fuck! How can I get out at my age?"

"Don't sound old-fashioned, you're only twenty-six years old!"

"Forget it, forget it... haven't you read what the media say? It is said that it is best to study abroad before the age of 25. At the age of 26, it is already finalized, and it is difficult to develop if you go out to play football. Besides, I Now that I have a family and a family, I have no ambition. I just want to play well in China now, and I will be satisfied if the wages of the next contract can be raised appropriately..."

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"Director Zhao, you are looking for me... eh?"

Zhang Qinghuan, who resumed training after the game, just pushed open the door of head coach Zhao Kangming's office, and saw not only Zhao Kangming, but also the club's general manager Dong Wen.

"Manager Dong?"

He was a little surprised.

Dong Wen waved to Zhang Qinghuan with a smile: "Come Qing Huan, I have something I want to tell you. It's like this...the club received an offer from Sarriá Barcelona, ​​and they want to sign you."

Zhang Qinghuan's expression was calm, and he was not even that surprised when he saw Dong Wen. When Dong Wen saw this, he knew that he must have heard about it. It should be that the other party had contact with Zhang Qinghuan's manager, Yong Jun.

It stands to reason that this could be regarded as private contact with players, but Dong Wen didn't care about it, he still said cheerfully: "I asked Lao Zhao, and he has no objection to your transfer. So I want to ask your opinion again."

Zhang Qinghuan did know the news long ago, because he and Uncle Yong had been in touch all the time, and it was Uncle Yong who informed him first. And Uncle Yong also told him that Sarria's interest in him is not the kind of whim. Since Hu Lai went abroad to play football, many European clubs have been eyeing Anton Shining Star, and Sarria is one of them. They have followed and observed themselves for more than a year, and they know themselves very well.

However, Zhang Qinghuan still didn't expect the other party to move so fast. Seeing Dong Wen appearing here, he realized that the Sarria Club should directly make an offer to Anton Shining Star.

He originally thought that clubs like Sarria would wait until after the World Cup. After all, it was a relatively safe approach to use the World Cup to test the quality of players and avoid risks.

Sarria is a middle-lower team in La Liga, and it is definitely not a giant. In a place like Barcelona, ​​with the behemoth of Catalan United, one can imagine the situation of Sarria's team.

If you transfer to this team, it should not be able to satisfy the vanity of some people.

But Zhang Qinghuan didn't care. With Hu Lai's successful experience, Zhang Qinghuan knew very well that the club's fame meant nothing to him.

What suits you is the best.

So is Sarria right for you?

In fact, Zhang Qinghuan didn't know either.

But many things are like this, there is no perfect solution, and there is no 100% suitable.

If you want to find a team that is 100% suitable for you... then Zhang Qinghuan may not be able to play abroad until he retires.

Anyway, Uncle Yong said that he had communicated with the opposing club for a long time, and he believed that what the other party said was true. He made up his mind to sign Zhang Qinghuan only after he had fully understood Zhang Qinghuan.

Then Zhang Qinghuan believed in Uncle Yong's judgment.

He nodded to Dong Wen: "I have no objection, Manager Dong."

After Dong Wen and Zhao Kangming looked at each other, they nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I'll discuss the conditions with the other party."

He said goodbye to the two and left.

Only Zhao Kangming and Zhang Qinghuan were left in the office.

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and it was Zhao Kangming who broke the silence first: "You were supposed to be the one who went abroad to play football before Hu Lai."

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head: "Director Zhao, why are you talking about this? I'm not jealous of Hu Lai..."

But Zhao Kangming said stubbornly: "I said this because I want to remind you, Qing Huan. There are more temptations in Europe's colorful world, you have to control it."

Zhang Qinghuan laughed quickly: "Don't worry, Director Zhao. When I was young, I already played everything that should be played, and now I just want to play football well."

"Hey, what you said..." Zhao Kangming was amused, "Why does it seem like you're showing off? What have you been playing?"

Zhang Qinghuan waved his hands again and again: "No, no...it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning..." Then he quickly changed the subject, "Then Director Zhao, I'm leaving, what will the team do?"

Zhao Kangming snorted: "Hu Lai is gone, our team has not been relegated! Our team does not have the kind of people who can't play without anyone! You just go out, and you don't have to worry about the team's affairs."

"Yes yes yes... Zhao guides you wisely."

Seeing Zhang Qinghuan nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice, Zhao Kangming, who had been tense before, suddenly relaxed, and he said, "Okay, I called you here to tell you this. Now go back quickly." !"

"Then I'm leaving, Director Zhao."

"Let's go."

When Zhang Qinghuan walked to the door, he looked back and found that Zhao Kangming had turned around and was looking at the first team training ground outside the window.

So he said, "Thank you Director Zhao."

Zhao Kangming waved his back to him without saying a word.

Zhang Qinghuan bowed to the figure from behind, then opened the door and left.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Zhao Kangming did not turn around, but still looked at the training ground below.

Training has ended and club staff are maintaining the used turf.

Someone held a faucet and watered the training ground.

The evening sun slanted down, drawing a rainbow on the green field.