Golden Greenery

Two minutes later, Zhuoyang received Mark's pass, kicked his right foot inward with his left foot, and passed by the opponent who came to press. This action is commonly known as fried meatballs. Immediately afterwards, Zhuoyang used a personal ball to pass, throwing away the second person who came up to press him. After taking two steps forward, facing the pounced defender, he flicked the outside of his right foot and changed direction at a large angle . Before the defender can press up, he volleys the far corner of the goal in the opposite direction, and the ball crashes into the net.

Another five minutes later, Zhuoyang started from the center circle and dribbled the ball all the way until he shot a lob at the front of the penalty area. The football passed the goalkeeper's raised hand and fell into the goal. During the whole process, the football did not land.

Another five minutes later, Zhuoyang once again passed several people in a row, shot furiously, and the football hit the crossbar and bounced off the field.

A good campus football friendly match turned into Zhuoyang's personal performance. Pass, break, shoot, pass, break, shoot again.

Zhuoyang strode forward to chase the football rolling forward. Before the interception came, he stretched out his toes and poked lightly, surpassing the blocking opponent in an instant. Facing the defender who was staring at the ball and retreating step by step, Zhuoyang used his big He stepped on the bicycle sharply, knocked him to the ground, and then walked away with the football.

In another attack, Zhuoyang used a fake facsimile to dunk the defender, then reversed the ball with his ankle, passed the goalkeeper, and then gently pushed the football into the empty goal with the arch of his foot.

Zhuoyang, who hadn't played football for a while, played heartily and didn't care about the depressed expression of his opponent. In the continuous cheers of his teammates, he teased the opponent's players again and again.

"Zhuo, are you a monster from China?" After playing football, everyone chatted while walking towards the dormitory area. "Are you sure you're not from Brazil?"

"Brazil? Where is that? Is the subway passing by?" Zhuoyang, who was in a good mood, also joked with everyone.

A group of literary and artistic youths playing wild ball roared with laughter.

Laughter passed through the dense leaves on the side of the road, and merged with the sound of piano from the practice room.

On a four-story terrace next to the court, Professor Norman watched all this with great interest, and then drank the coffee in the cup in his hand in one gulp.

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Hannover, the capital of Lower Saxony, Germany, is a transportation hub that converges both land and water. The industrial manufacturing industry is highly developed, and it is the center of Germany's automobile, machinery, electronics and other industries. In addition to commerce, finance, and insurance, Hannover is most famous for its convention and exhibition industry and tourism. The headquarters of TUI, the largest tourism company in Europe, is located here.

Hannover football, the most famous of course is the Hannover 96 football club.

Hannover 96 Football Club was established in 1896. It has been ups and downs for many years. It has not won many honors. When it is good, it can be strong in the middle of the German Football League. When it is bad, it is in the second or even third division. It is also common to dawdle around.

None of this has anything to do with Zhuoyang.

In the outskirts of Hannover, on the edge of the German Canal, very close to the Hannover University of Music, there is a relatively small football club called Hannover Maddieburg Football Club, referred to as Maddieburg. Fort Maddie is a team that was established after World War II. It has been playing in the low-level leagues, and it is fun to have no ambitions.

The current chairman of Maddie's Club is Angus Mullen. Angus Mullen is a very successful businessman, his industries include manufacturing, finance, real estate and tourism. Angus Mullen bought the almost unsustainable Fort Maddie club in 1990 at the price of cabbage and became the owner and sole shareholder of the team. In the next ten years, Angus Mullen continued to invest money and built a new football field that can accommodate 19,000 people. In memory of his father, Angus Mullen named the new stadium after his father's name "Victor".

Fort Maddie Club has also gradually stabilized in the past ten years,

The results have improved steadily, step by step over the years, and the team finally entered the German C League two years ago through the play-offs.

The C-League is already a professional league. After the upgrade, Fort Maddie felt great pressure, and it was able to relegation for two consecutive seasons. Before the start of the 2002/2003 season, the team's main striker and midfielder were poached by the second division team, and another main central defender was also transferred to other teams, and the transfer work in the new season was very unsatisfactory. Several new arrivals have disappointed the club. In the five games since the beginning of the new season, Maddie has 4 losses and 1 tie, and is currently ranked at the bottom.

Angus Mullen knew that Fort Maddie was a small club, and it would be too difficult to advance to the Second Division or even the First Division. Although the second division is very attractive, he thinks it is pretty good to stay in the third division. However, the current situation of the club makes Angus Mullen very depressed. If he wants to improve, he must increase huge investment in the transfer market, but there is no suitable target in the transfer market. Moreover, Chairman Mullen does not want to ignore the consequences of this bottomless pit, he has his own planning and understanding of business.

Angus Mullen was sitting in an oak chair in the office, with his feet propped high on the black desk, and his fingers were fidgeting on the armrest of the chair, wondering if he should call his secretary, Sylvia, in , venting his evil fire on Sylvia's plump body.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. "Forget it, I'll clean up this little girl later."

The call was from Karl Norman.

Carl Norman and Angus Mullen were both born in Hannover, and they live in the same block and are neighbors, which is called Fa Xiao in China. The two are the same age, go to elementary school together, and go to middle school together. During adolescence, they did a lot of ridiculous things together, and they were also the four big irons who went to the same window together and went whoring together.

Although the two later chose different careers, one became a famous pianist and the other was a successful businessman, but this did not affect their friendship at all. Moreover, Karl Norman is also a senior fan.

"Carl, why did you think of calling me? God, I hope it's good news. My fragile heart can no longer bear the slightest setback." Angus Mullen complained to his good friend.

"What's the matter? Angus, my friend, I didn't disturb your coquettish little secretary to blow your God's horn, did I?" Pianist Karl Norman laughed nastyly. "What's her name? Sylvia? Or Silnova?"

"Sylvia," said Angus Mullen proudly, "Sylvia is a charming little slut, especially with her legs. Tell you, Carl, you can't imagine Sylvia How strong are Ya's plump thighs."

The two men have nothing to say!

Whether in the East or the West, men's topics cannot be separated from women, especially beautiful women. Men are often talking about quantum mechanics and cosmic black holes one minute, and the next minute the topic has already jumped to 36D breasts, and the beginning and end of the topic are smooth and unobtrusive.

After two well-dressed old rascals chatted about everything from Sylvia's lap to Kate Winslet's nude, and after their dark obsessions had been satisfied, Karl Norman explained the purpose of the call.

"Angus, I think if you are free some afternoon, you can come to my office and I will show you some interesting things."

"Is there anything that would interest me? You have a new secretary, oh, my God..." Angus Mullen obviously had more to say.

"No, no, no, it's not a woman." Professor Norman stopped quickly. It's not easy to bring the topic back after wandering off. "It's football. Specifically, it's a little guy who plays football. I'm sure you'll be interested."

"Are you trying to recommend players to me? It's unbelievable. I wonder what a little guy a great pianist admires?" Chairman Mullen is still serious when it comes to football.

"Trust me, Angus, maybe this little guy will help your team."

After hanging up the phone, Angus Mullen leaned back in his chair for a while and muttered, "What kind of little guy is he?" Then he reached for the phone and pressed a button.

"Sylvia, come in for a moment..."

——*——*——

Zhuoyang still goes to class every morning, practices piano in the afternoon, and then goes to play football. In the evening, I read the messages of my parents, my sister, and my friends on the computer, and then leave a message for them myself. Because of the time difference, we can't always have a suitable time to chat online together.

Every day of the week. There is no news about the work-study program mentioned by Professor Norman, and Zhuoyang is not in a hurry.

In the afternoon, after Zhuoyang practiced the piano, he went back to the dormitory, changed his clothes, put on a pair of cheap soccer shoes, and jogged to the stadium.

The court is still the same as before, Zhuoyang abused people thousands of times, but people love Zhuoyang like first love. Probably because of the strong artistic temperament, Zhuoyang's opponents don't have a strong sense of fighting, so they are not annoyed by Zhuoyang's flower arrangement, but are very happy because they accidentally cut off Zhuoyang's dribbling.

Zhuoyang used a crotch piercing to pass a cellist, and then used a Marseille maneuver to throw away a composer, and then used speed to beat a clarinet player, and then shot through the gate guarded by the violin.

"This kid you're talking about? Is he a Chinese?" On the terrace on the fourth floor, Angus Mullen looked at Zhuoyang running on the court below.

"Well, the technology is good?" Carl Norman added another cup of coffee to his good friend.

"The feel of the ball is very familiar, and the technique is quite good. But the following game lacks hardness and strength, and there is no confrontation, so you can't see too many things." Chairman Mullen expounded his views from his professional point of view.

"So what?" Professor Norman disagreed with his good friend, "He's only seventeen years old. He's only seventeen years old. With good technical skills, everything else is easy to talk about. Don't forget, Zhuo Only seventeen years old."

"You're right, old friend." Chairman Mullen nodded. "Seventeen is a huge advantage. If he is well cultivated, his potential will exceed human resemblance. I think I can give him a chance."

"There's one more problem," Professor Norman explained, "he's still my student and needs to finish his studies in school. My God, Zhuo has an unimaginable talent on the piano, he's the most special I've ever seen He is also one of the best students. Therefore, Zhuo must first complete his studies, and the training cannot affect his homework. Of course, Zhuo will not be absent from the competition every weekend."

Angus Mullen stared at Norman for three seconds, then said: "Well, who made Carl my dearest friend? I promise you, but this Chinese... his name is Zhuo, Right? Zhuo has to start in the youth team. How far he can play is up to the coaches of the team, and I will not interfere. Bring me another cup of coffee, your coffee is really good."

After playing football, Zhuoyang was about to go back to the dormitory with Mark when his cell phone rang.

"Zhuo, come to my office right away, yes, right now!"

Zhuoyang appeared in Professor Norman's office covered in stinky sweat. He looked at the strange old German man in front of him with a little surprise.

"Zhuo, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Angus Mullen, Angus, this is Zhuo, Zhuoyang, from China." Norman's introduction was very formal.

"Hello, Mr. Mullen, it's an honor to meet you." Children from intellectual families are not lacking in politeness.

"Hello, Zhuo, you can call me Angus." Chairman Mullen shook hands with Zhuoyang, and then went straight to the point. "I want to ask you a question, do you like football?"

Zhuoyang replied decisively: "Of course, of course I like football!"

"Well, I heard from Carl that you want to find a part-time job. I think I can help you." Next, Angus Mullen briefly introduced his identity and Fort Mady Club.

Zhuoyang's brain turned quickly, and then he looked at Professor Norman: "Sir, I want to hear your suggestion."

Carl Norman said: "Compared with other jobs, you are obviously more interested and talented in football. More importantly, the salary of playing football is much higher than other part-time jobs. But you must ensure that it will not affect your studies. Otherwise, I will notify your mother, Ms. Yang Hong!"

Norman obviously knew that Zhuoyang was in awe of his mother Yang Hong, but he didn't know Yang Hong's dislike for football, otherwise the professor wouldn't come up with such a hated idea.

Zhuoyang happily said to Angus: "Mr. Mullen, I can accept this job, but it can't affect my studies, or my mother will kill me. Also, I want to know how much is my salary?" After finishing speaking, Zhuoyang said to Professor Norman: "Sir, please keep this matter a secret from my mother!"

"Zhuo, you can come to the team for training every afternoon. I have already discussed this with Karl." Angus Mullen replied seriously: "But you must arrive on time on the match day, and this will not affect your studies. ... If there are no other questions, you can come to the club tomorrow to sign a youth player contract. As for the salary, I think a thousand euros a week should be a good price."

"Why not fifteen hundred euros?" Zhuoyang asked seriously.

"Ha ha ha—" Angus Mullen laughed, "that's a funny little fellow. Carl, I like him!"