The Leeds City bus full of players slowly drove into Leeds City's training base and stopped on the road outside the parking lot.
When the players got off the bus, they were singing, dancing, talking and laughing, celebrating the hearty victory they had just won.
In the first round of the league in the afternoon, with Hulay's brace and captain Lorenzo's goal, Leeds City finally defeated Lancashire Bury 3:0 away from home.
This is the first time Leeds City has won the first round of the Premier League since being promoted to the Premier League.
So for everyone, this victory is a real "good start", and it seems to indicate that Leeds City's road to relegation this season will be much easier.
Everyone was happy, including Ismail Kamara, who didn't get along well with everyone at first.
After he got off the bus, he stood outside the parking lot, waving goodbye to his teammates with a smile on his face, and waiting for his agent Achi Fataki who came to pick him up.
When his teammates drove away from the training base, they all rolled down their car windows, gave him thumbs up and were full of praise.
"Goodbye, Ismail! You played really well today!"
"Young man has a bright future, keep it up and don't be proud!"
"You're off to a good start, Ismail, that's a good sign!"
When everyone saw Kamala when they drove out, some people would roll down their car windows and praise him, regardless of whether they understood it or not. Most people didn't say anything, just gave him a thumbs up and smiled at him.
Hu Lai was no exception. When he got into the car driven by Uncle Yong, he said in French to Kamala outside in the back seat: "Everyone is praising you, Ismail."
"I can feel it, Hu."
Hu Lai smiled after hearing this: "Enjoy the victory. In addition, thank you for your two assists. Your first Premier League goal will not wait too long."
Kamala didn't know how to respond to Hu Lai, so she had to smile at him: "Thank you."
After all his teammates had left, Fataki drove up to him in a second-hand Renault car. When the car stopped, he couldn't wait to stick his head out of the car and wave to him: "Well done, man! You are going to succeed.
Got it!"
Kamala opened the car door and sat in the back seat. The first thing she did was to take off her right shoe and socks, and then put her bare right foot directly on the center armrest box.
"Hey, buddy, you smell like this..." Fattaki wanted to complain about Kamala's behavior, but he glanced back and saw several small wounds on the instep of Kamala's right foot, including the nail cap of his little finger.
It is also slightly blackened, which is the mark left by being squeezed or stepped on.
He exclaimed: "Are you hurt?"
Kamara waved his hands nonchalantly: "What kind of injury is this? Don't panic, Archie. This is not important, the important thing is... It turns out that there is no difference between the Premier League and France C. I can handle both, haha
!”
Fataki looked back at Kamala's right foot. Looking up from the ankle, he could see several traces of subcutaneous tissue bleeding on the front bone of his calf. There were even more bruises.
However, it doesn't look that obvious on the surface of his dark skin, but you can see it if you look closely.
This is just his right leg. You can imagine what Kamara suffered in this game.
In fact, when watching the game, Fataki was always in an ambivalent state of mind - he hoped that Kamara would perform well, but he was worried that his outstanding performance would lead to crazy revenge from his opponents. What if he was injured?
Seeing what the Burley players did to Kamara in the second half, he was really worried that Kamara would get injured and be carried off the field on a stretcher at any time.
Fortunately, Leeds City coach Clark replaced Kamara in the 71st minute. It was at that time that Fataki truly breathed a sigh of relief.
He said solemnly: "At least when you play in France C, you won't have so many scars on your legs."
"This is the price you have to pay to get ahead, a small price." Kamala leaned back and leaned on the back of the seat.
A wave of tiredness came over him, he closed his eyes and spoke in a lower and lower voice: "Drive, Archie. Let's find a restaurant to celebrate today..."
Fataki glanced at Kamala in the rearview mirror. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
So he drove the car steadily and drove towards the gate of the training base.
Celebrating the victory will be left for another day, go home and have a good rest first... This is Ismail's first Premier League game. Although he has not played the whole game, it is obvious that the physical strength and energy consumed are far greater than
Previously played in the French third league.
As long as Kamara can keep performing like this, they will have plenty of opportunities to celebrate in the future.
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"What a good start, Hu Lai, congratulations!" Yong Jun chatted with Hu Lai while driving.
The topic of course was the game that just ended.
Before the start of the new season, everyone was worried that Hu Lai would hit the so-called "rookie wall."
In the second season, which is destined to be more difficult than the first season, being able to start with two goals will reduce the pressure a lot.
"Hey, Uncle Yong, there's something I want to ask you: Is there any clause in my sponsorship contract with Nike about how much I have to pay if I win the league's golden boot?"
Yong Jun was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It really is."
"Yes? Why am I not impressed?"
"There are really too many bonus clauses about you. I just randomly selected a few to tell you. In addition to bonuses such as the League Golden Boot, there are also many bonuses for personal honors. For example, the League Golden Boot, the European War
Golden Boot, Asian Cup Golden Boot... In addition, if the Chinese team reaches the World Cup finals, you will have additional bonuses... In short, we originally negotiated a very detailed bonus list with Nike. What achievements have you accomplished by then?
, whatever honors we get, we just go to Nike and ask for the bonus according to the list."
Hu Lai was stunned when he heard this: "Can it still be like this?"
"It's all Mr. Song's idea. He made a lot of conditions. The people at Nike were annoyed, so they said that you should just forget about the whole list... I don't know if they are deliberately trying to block us with words, or if they really mean it.
Yes. Anyway, that’s what President Song did.”
The "Mr. Song" that Yong Jun refers to is actually Song Jiajia. Although Song Jiajia is much younger than Yong Jun, she is the actual boss of the company and Yong Jun's immediate boss. Therefore, Yong Jun still adheres to the workplace
As a rule, no matter how young Song Jiajia is, he still calls others "Mr. Song" with respect.
Hu Lai recalled that when Song Jiajia was in high school, this was really something he could do.
Sometimes he was very generous, and sometimes he was very fussy - when he ran away from home to play football and was penniless, he asked him to borrow money, and he gave him 50,000 yuan without saying a word. He was so generous that it scared Hu Lai.
Living.
But I thought my account had been stolen, and the guy gave me ten yuan to comfort me, which made me feel so heartbroken...
"The key is that Nike agreed in the end, ha!" Yong Jun laughed when he said this.
"They would actually agree?" Hu Lai himself found it incredible.
"Mr. Song told them that you asked him to add these clauses. If they don't add them, they won't sign."
Hu Lai nodded when he heard this. Of course he never said this, but if he knew about it, he would definitely say the same thing. Fatty Song really understood him 100%.
"Then Mr. Song said to the people at Nike, it's actually written to give you peace of mind. It's not guaranteed to be fulfilled... like World Footballer, European Ballon d'Or, etc. How difficult is it? So write it in
, Nike has no losses, but it can make you feel that you are valued by Nike, and you will be more willing to sign... In short, the people at Nike did not object as soon as they heard it, so there was such a bonus list..."
After listening to Yong Jun's explanation, Hu Lai smiled happily in the back seat - he didn't mind at all how Fatty Song arranged himself in front of the Nike people. He was happy that Fatty Song really understood him.
In this way, Nike was tricked into signing such a sponsorship contract. The total bonuses added up far exceeded the endorsement fee of 8 million yuan. After all, those bonuses were all settled in euros.
It can even be said that the endorsement contract itself is more like an ancillary contract with the long "bonus clause", and the bonus is the essence of the endorsement contract.
This is in line with Hu Lai's expectations.
How can a dead salary be as good as a high commission...
How bold a person is, how productive the land is.
As long as you dare to think, the pheasant will become a phoenix.
The stage is as big as the heart... No, the wallet is as big as it is.
Taking advantage of the big capitalists and robbing them is called robbing the rich and giving to the poor!
After laughing, Hu Lai said to Uncle Yong: "Uncle Yong, how much will my bonus be if I win the Premier League Golden Boot?"
Yong Jun thought for a while: "One and a half million euros."
Hu Lai was stunned for a moment: "Hey, it's more bonus than me for winning the Premier League championship?"
He remembered that in his Nike endorsement contract, his bonus for winning the Premier League championship was only one million euros.
"Nike is sponsoring you, so they must care more about your personal honors and achievements. Therefore, personal awards will be more valued." Yong Jun explained.
"So that's it..." Hu Lai rubbed his chin, "Then I made the right choice to win the Premier League Golden Boot!"
Yong Jun, who was driving, frowned when he heard Hu Lai's words. He suspected that he heard wrongly: "Hu Lai, what did you just say?"
"Ah, I haven't told you yet, Uncle Yong. I decided to try to hit the Premier League Golden Boot this season..."
Before he finished speaking, he leaned towards the car door: "Wow!"
"Sorry, sorry..." Yong Jun hurriedly stabilized the car - when he heard Hu Lai say this, he reflexively turned around to ask Hu Lai for confirmation. As a result, he turned the steering wheel, causing the car to drive off the road just now.
An S route.
"Uncle Yong, are you so surprised?"
Yong Jun held the steering wheel with both hands, stared straight ahead, and said: "Do you know how difficult it is to win the Premier League Golden Boot?"
"of course I know."
"Then you still..."
"Didn't the boss promise me that if I could win the Golden Boot, he would treat me to red peppers?"
"Just for a meal? Is that all that matters to you, Hu Lai?"
"Of course not. That's what I thought, Uncle Yong." Hu Lai sat back down in the back seat. Fortunately, he was always wearing his seat belt, so he was just startled, not really.
Bump until you touch.
He explained to Yong Jun, "Everyone is talking about the 'rookie wall', and I think they are right. So in order to break the 'rookie wall', I decided to push myself. If I can get the Premier League Golden Boot
, doesn’t it mean that the wall was broken by me?”
"You..." After Yong Jun listened to Hu Lai's explanation, he didn't know what to say for a while, "Isn't it too simple and crude?"
"But Uncle Yong, do you think this is true? As a forward, how can I prove that my performance is good? Isn't it just scoring goals? Then what more convincing evidence is there than the league's top scorer?"
Yong Jun nodded helplessly: "Okay... Anyway, even if you don't get the Golden Boot in the end, if you work hard towards this goal, the final result will not be any worse."
"That's right, it's always right to set a higher goal."
"But you just need to be clear about your goal. Don't talk about it everywhere. Otherwise, you will stir up controversy and bring unnecessary pressure to you." Yong Jun warned.
After hearing what he said, Hu Lai hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth: "But Uncle Yong, my teammates all know it. It's all Charlie's big mouth!"
Yong Jun was tired, stopped talking, and concentrated on driving.
