The Glory of the Godfather

　　 After the game, the players finished washing in the locker room and went home.

　　 As for what to say about returning to the hotel to rest and the shuttle bus, it does not exist at the home court. Is it free to stay in the hotel? Is there no money for gasoline?

　　 Fortunately, the players in Ibiza didn't think about taking advantage of the club. They are all car owners.

　　 "White, do you want to take my car back, I bought it a few days ago." Dagsteino chewed gum, leaned in front of the car, and issued an invitation.

　　 "Take my car."

　　 "White, my car." Fabianski yelled, "I have a treat today."

　　 Jerisman White Clement felt that he was surrounded by deep warmth.

　　 He knew that his teammates would use this way to express gratitude and congratulations, congratulations and thanks for his two goals today to help the team win.

　　 "Whose car should I take?" Clement was a little worried, he had choice difficulties.

　　Baba~

　　 Fang Jue poked his head out of the car window and exclaimed angrily, "Go away, those who don’t know thought you were driving a Ferrari."

　　 Then he shouted at Clement, "Come up, I'll see you."

　　 The players laughed and left happily on their bicycles.

　　 "Where is your car?" Fang Jue asked.

　　 "The tire is punctured." Clement said depressed.

"what happened?"

　　 "Uh, they..." Clemente hesitated, "After I scored that own goal half a month ago, the tires didn't feel better."

　　噗.

　　 Fang Jue almost laughed.

　　 "Don't worry, no troublemaker will poke your tires anymore."

　　 "Hope." Clement said with a smile. After thinking about it, he finally asked, "By the way, coach, how do you see that I have the potential and talent for shooting goals?"

　　 When he played, he still needed self-indication to cheer himself up, but after scoring these two goals, Clemente was full of confidence and he believed in the coach's words.

　　 "Just because I am UEFA's youngest professional coach." Fang Jue said lightly.

　　 Clemente was in awe.

　　……

　　 Clement’s home is on Nevada Avenue. Many of the people living on this street are the aboriginal fishermen and their descendants on the island.

　　 "Thank you for taking me home, coach." Clement said goodbye to the coach.

　　 "Go hard, White." Fang Jue waved his hand, "You will be proud of your choices and hard work now."

　　 Clement nodded gratefully and waved goodbye to the coach.

　　 "Baby, I'm back." Clement opened the courtyard door and shouted.

　　 "Daddy, thank you for the present." A blond little loli riding a baby stroller happily greeted her.

　　 "Baby, muwa." Clement picked up her daughter, kissed, and looked down at the stroller under her feet.

　　 "Daddy, here are..."

　　 Clemente took it, a letter.

"Mr. Clement, I am the guy who insists on puncturing your tires every day these days. Please forgive my recklessness and stupidity... I originally planned to buy a new bicycle to compensate you, but I have nothing. Money... I hope this little gift can make up for my mistake."

　　 Clement's eyes were a bit sore, he rubbed them.

　　 "Daddy, why are you crying?"

"No."

　　 "Nonsense, I just cried."

　　 "Baby, do you remember what the guy who gave the gift looked like?" Clement asked.

　　 "Lilyka is playing a photo game, I took it."

　　 "Great!" Clement was excited:

　　 Heaven, earth, I finally caught this bastard, and the victim was like a silly fork, riding a bicycle to the training base every day, and carrying a bicycle back.

　　……

　　 Fang Jue went back to the dormitory.

　　 He threw himself directly on the sofa, rolled left, rolled right, clicked, and fell to the ground.

　　 Hehehe.

　　 didn't pay any attention at all, Fang Jue was just silly.

　　 is amazing.

A day ago, he was just a disseminator of traditional Chinese art, a computer network worker, a natural vegetation intensive worker, and a non-professional water conservancy dredging worker. Now he is a coach, standing on the sidelines. , Sitting in the coaching bench, directing Ruo Ding, and slamming Fang Qiu's cool coach, and also achieved a two-to-zero victory in the first game of his coaching career.

　　 This is a dreamlike experience.

　　 It was just this experience. Fang Jue felt that he was obsessed with the job of coaching. He liked that feeling.

　　 When Clemente scored a goal, at the end of the game, when he politely and reservedly extended his right hand to the opponent's coach, his inner excitement was beyond words.

　　 I feel so good.

　　 Fang Jue decided to give the guy who wanted to invite himself to dinner.

　　 "Hi, Rebeto, didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner last year?"

　　……

　　 "I really suspect that I know a fake Chinese." Rebeto forkped a piece of eel meat and shook his head and said, "Don't you know what a polite talk is? And that's what I said last year."

"The biggest thing about me is that I am simple and easy to believe in people." Fang Jue broke off the crab legs, eating joyfully, "Besides, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you are a Spaniard all day long and polite, is this appropriate? "

　　 As he said, he took a sip of dark beer and hiccuped, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

　　 "I will come back to see Sophie." Rebeto looked up and looked into the distance. The night was black and the ocean was calm. However, behind this calmness was a black storm that suddenly broke out.

　　 Fang Jue didn't say anything comforting, but patted Rebeto on the shoulder.

Sophie is Rebeto’s lover. She was killed by drowning a year ago. It can be said that there is no bones left. At that time, the two of them were like glue. Rebeto would take Sophie wherever he went. After this incident, Rebeto left. This sadly.

　　 "It's my responsibility." Rebeto looked at the dark sea, heartbroken, "I should check in advance."

　　 Fang Jue did not speak. At this time, all Rebeto needed was a listener.

　　 When Rebeto finished drinking the glass and was about to refill it, Fang Jue got up and took the glass.

　　 "Enough!" Fang Jue couldn't stand it anymore, "Didn't you buy another one later? Why? It's leaking again?"

　　 "No, this is very durable." Rebeto shook his head, "It's just that I still miss Sophie."

　　 Get rid of you!

　　 Fang Jue didn't bother to pay attention to this guy. He suspected that if he had been in contact with this guy for a long time, he would become disoriented.

　　 "When did you become a reporter?" Fang Jue asked, and he decided to change the subject.

"How is it?" Rebeto stood up, opened his arms, stretched out his hand, as if to catch the sea breeze, then turned to look at Fang Jue, winking, "Today we cooperate in tacit agreement! I didn't expect to be together for a year, but still like this There is a tacit understanding."

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