The Midfield Master

After coming out of the bank, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei had dinner at Hua Bin's house, and then went back to his own residence.

After taking a shower, Xia Ze was sitting on the bed, playing with the phone he just bought. Although the pictures were in Portuguese, he could already understand most of the text on the phone after studying for half a month.

He entered the number he had memorized in his mind into the address book, and tried to dial it a few times, but he thought that it was already late at night in China, so he held back his longing, and instead tapped the number on the screen lightly. Keyboard, send a short message to Wang Xiaolin:

"Are you sleeping? I scored a goal yesterday."

Xia Ze didn't expect Wang Xiaolin to reply immediately, he just wanted to share the joy in his heart with this lover who was thousands of miles away.

After sending this text message, he put his phone next to the bed and started playing with the laptop he just bought.

Beep--

Five minutes later, there was a short sound from the phone, which was the message ringtone built into the system.

"Xiang Li, who was sleeping, actually sent a text message, disturbing people's sleep!" Xia Ze looked at the text on the phone screen, and that angry face appeared in his mind.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know you're a mouse!"

"Forget it, the mouse has gone back into the hole."

"You are a bully and you haven't called me for so long!"

"Sister Xiaolin, I'm sorry, I didn't have a phone before, but now I bought a mobile phone. I will call you every day."

"Hmph! It's you~~" "By the way, your goal yesterday was so beautiful, and now fans all over the country know your name."

"Really? I also met a beautiful fan today, and she even took a photo with me."

"Beauty fans!? You are not allowed to pick up girls!"

"Yes, I dare not~"

...

In a room on Madeira Island, Portugal, Xia Ze was half lying on the bed, tapping his fingers on the screen of his mobile phone quickly, with a happy smile on his sharp face.

And in Guangzhou, China, thousands of miles away, the community is quiet and dark late at night. In a room in a high-rise residence, a dim yellow light on the bedside shines on the dark room.

Wang Xiaolin, who was wearing pink pajamas, was looking sleepily at the screen of her mobile phone, with a slight smile on her lips. Although she was woken up by text messages in the middle of the night, her heart was filled with warmth.

You say something to me, thousands of miles apart, and express your lovesickness through the mobile phone network. They chatted for nearly an hour. Later, Xia Ze was worried that Wang Xiaolin's rest would affect her health, so she insisted on letting her continue to sleep. Wang Xiaolin reluctantly said good night, put down her phone, and fell asleep amidst the sweetness.

...

On the second day, Xia Ze still went to the training ground to train as usual. His goals in the weekend league and the ensuing comments from all Portuguese fans made him the most eye-catching player in the Portuguese Super League in the past two days.

But his mentality has not changed because of this, because he doesn't know the comments of these media on him.

The training is still going on as usual. After the training, Xia Ze, Zhang Wei and Di Keao still have to do special physical training. After the first training session in the morning, the two went to Huayan's Portuguese class.

Two days later, when the three of them finished training in the afternoon and were preparing for special physical training, the assistant coach Jorge came over and asked the three to stop the special physical training.

"Coach, don't we need special physical training in the future?" Di Keao said incredulously.

"Not in the future, but today. Tomorrow there will be a match in the Portuguese League Cup, and all three of you will play, so don't waste your energy here today." Jorge explained: "If you enter the squad for the game in the future, There is no need for special physical training the day before."

After speaking, Jorge turned and left.

"Coach, shall we start or substitute?" Di Keao asked quickly.

"Go and see for yourself."

The three of them looked at each other, and immediately ran towards the bulletin board.

Even though it was Xia Ze who had played before, under the leadership of the two, he ran wildly past Jorge.

Jorge couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly when he saw the figures of the three running wildly.

Xia Ze and the others took three steps in parallel, and quickly came to the bulletin board.

At this time, because the training had just ended, there were three or two teammates standing in front of the bulletin board to watch. When they saw the arrival of the three of Xia Ze, they left the bulletin board and walked to the locker room.

Panting for breath, the three quickly browsed the list of games on the bulletin board. When he saw the names of three of the first 11 players, Zhang Wei turned around and said to Xia Ze, "Xiao Ze, pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."

Obviously, he himself couldn't believe it. The first time he played in his career, he was the starter. Although it was an ordinary Portuguese League Cup, and it was against a lower-level Portuguese team, Sporting Farense, Zhang Wei still felt unbelievable.

Xia Ze slapped him unceremoniously, and the crisp sound echoed in the corridor.

"You're not dreaming, it's true." Xia Ze said flatly, but under his calm expression, he couldn't help but suppress a smile.

He finally seized the opportunity and justifiably slapped the big man across the face.

Zhang Wei didn't realize he was being taken advantage of, and he covered his hot and sore cheeks, but a smile burst out quickly in his eyes: "I'm not dreaming, haha, I'm going to start!"

Zhang Wei's laughter spread throughout the corridor, and even in the dressing room not far away, his laughter was also heard.

Xia Ze and Di Keao covered their ears, looked at each other and smiled wryly.

...

At the Carrington training base in Manchester, England, several coaches of the Manchester United team chatted while observing the training of the reserve team.

"How's training with the reserves now?" asked Phil Neville.

He is the coach of the first team, and he rarely takes care of the affairs of the reserve team. However, there have been serious injuries to the first team recently, so Moyes asked him to come to the reserve team to see if there are any players who have performed well recently.

"A few players performed well, especially the young man from China." A bald coach in his 40s said while looking at the field.

He is Nicky Butt, one of the representatives of Manchester United's 92 golden generation, and Phil Neville can be said to have known each other since childhood.

"It's a pity that he doesn't have a work permit and can't play for the first team." Mayfair Neville said with some regret as he looked at the Chinese players running on the wing.

"I don't recommend letting him play so quickly. Although this kid has good talent, he doesn't seem to be able to concentrate on the court." A short, middle-aged coach with short blond hair said.

It was Scholes, who took a few months off after retiring this summer and finally returned to the Manchester United coaching staff in September.

In the 1992 golden generation, three players were concentrated on the sidelines of Carrington's training field, not including Giggs who was still playing in the first team and serving as a coach.

Among the 6 representatives of the 92 Golden Generation, only Beckham and Gary Neville have not yet returned to the club.

"Indeed, this Chinese kid named Wen Yinghuang is indeed talented, but he seems to rely too much on his talent, and he is not as diligent as he imagined." Nicky Bart nodded and said.

"Let him out for exercise and let him see the world." Mayfair Neville replied.

"By the way, Phil, what happened to the young Chinese player you mentioned last time who played in the Portuguese Super League?" Scholes, who was taciturn, suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Oh? Paul, are you going to compete with him for a long shot?" Phil Neville joked: "David has sent Toninho to Portugal. There is a game tomorrow, and he should play."

"I heard that he also played in that game in China, why didn't you see it?" Nicky Butt asked him a little strangely.

"I only watched half of the game at the time, and I didn't expect them to put such an excellent player on the bench." Phil Neville said with some regret.

"I hope that Toninho won't miss the opportunity to investigate like you did this time." Nicky Butt said with some concern.

...

On the other side of Manchester, in an office, a man of about 50 years old with slightly gray hair was sitting at his desk, bowing his head and writing something.

A coach wearing a training uniform came in and said to the man: "Manchester United's head coach in Portugal, Toninho Cruz, left for Portugal today, as if to inspect young players."

"Young player?" The man put down his pen, raised his head, and asked with interest.

"Well, I heard that it is a talented Chinese player who scored in the Portuguese Super League last week..."

"No, our current lineup no longer needs Chinese players." The middle-aged man interrupted the coach and said with a wave of his hand.

"Sir, that player looks really special." Instead of being annoyed by the interruption, the coach continued to tell him.

"Listen, we are no longer the newly promoted team ten years ago." The man looked at the coach and said seriously: "We don't need Chinese players like Sun Jihai now."

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Seeing the other party's serious tone and expression, the coach shrugged helplessly and left the luxurious office quite disappointed.

After the coach left, the strong man continued to lower his head and write in the notebook in his hand.

In the past, he would basically send scouts to investigate any movement at Manchester United, but this time after hearing that it was a Chinese player, and thinking about the current status of Chinese football in the world, he denied this investigation without any consideration.

Indeed, in today's Manchester City, there is already a royal owner who spends a lot of money, and they really look down on the small business of introducing Chinese players.

If it was ten years ago, the Manchester City team that had just been promoted to the Premier League, the presence of Sun Jihai was indeed very important, but now Manchester City is not what it used to be, and they don't need those mediocre players from China.

It's just that they never thought that they would regret it one day.

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