"In a Premier League focus match that ended last night, Beijing time, Leeds City, played by Chinese player Hu Lai, defeated Tramed with a score of 3:2 in an away game and got the most precious three points on the road to the championship.
... Tramed was not willing to become a stepping stone for Leeds City to win the championship at home, so he fought very fiercely from the beginning of the game... And the Portuguese genius Barea scored first to help the home team take the lead...
"Although he was closely guarded during the game, Hulay still used an unexpected move 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 after the opening. Williams took advantage of the chaos in front of the goal and scored a 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 with their captain Kirk... The game then entered a white-hot stage. Tramed gradually gained the upper hand... The biggest climax of the game came at the end of the game.
The ninety-three minutes have come..."
At this point, the news announcer's voice on the TV became excited.
"Balia broke into the penalty area and was pushed down by Leeds City midfielder Vieira. The referee decisively awarded a penalty kick. This was a bolt from the blue for Leeds City... Almost no one believed that Leeds City could come back to life... But a miracle happened.
This happened! The penalty kick taken by Barea himself was saved by Leeds City goalkeeper Van de Ven, and the follow-up shot was also blocked... Leeds City then launched a counterattack. After a series of passes and moves, Hulay finally
The final word!”
The news played here and switched to the reproduction of the original sound of the live game.
Yan Kang was shouting: "Hu Lai!!! Hu Lai!!! Killer! This is the kill! 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 turn his head and look, just in time to meet the eyes of the guard inside. The latter laughed when he saw him: "Coach Li, congratulations, congratulations!"
"Congratulations for what?" 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: "Isn't it the time to be happy now? There is still one round left in the league..."
"Well, I think that's about it. 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 strong sense of confidence.
, I feel that Leeds City must be the league champion this season." The doorman pointed to the mobile phone in his hand, from which the sound of the news just came out.
"That's why I want to congratulate Coach Li. The good players you brought out have brought glory to our country! Ha!"
The guard laughed heartily, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I just saw our old principal hurried out of the door with a smile on his face, as if something good had happened... I don't know.
Are you looking for someone to make banners again..."
"Banner?" Li Ziqiang did not respond.
The guard teased: "What a banner hanging on the gate! Something 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 showed off more and more in the past few years... so that everyone knew about his "little" hobby.
Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Li Ziqiang took it out and took a look:
This is a call from Principal Zhai.
This really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao have arrived.
"Li Ziqiang, where are you?" As soon as the call was connected, Zhai Guangming's cheerful voice came out through the receiver of the mobile phone. The sound was as loud as if he had turned on the speakers.
"Me? I'm at the school gate..."
"Go to your office quickly and tidy up the room!"
"What's wrong?"
"A TV station will be coming to interview you soon!"
"Why are you here again?" Li Ziqiang's first reaction was that he felt annoyed.
"Tsk, what's your tone?" Sure enough, Zhai Guangming on the other end of the phone heard it and scolded him, "Didn't you watch yesterday's game?"
"See..."
"Then you still ask this kind of question!"
Li Ziqiang glanced at the guard who was eavesdropping with suppressed laughter, raised his hand and made a goodbye gesture, then turned and walked towards the school stadium.
"Let me tell you, this is a good opportunity to promote our school, so don't let it slip..."
"Principal, we have had many publicity opportunities in recent years..."
"That means our school is awesome! Okay, okay, go and clean up the room. Then the reporter will come to shoot a video..."
"Then principal, let me say it first, I will not lie during the interview, I will say whatever I want..." Li Ziqiang reminded.
"Okay, okay, I got it! You've said it many times. I can tell you didn't like Hu Lai when you recruited him into the team. It wouldn't be right if you suddenly changed your mind... Whatever.
Well, anyway, you kid must have had fun secretly so many times now, hey!"
Zhai Guangming teased Li Ziqiang and then hung up the phone. He seemed to be really busy.
Li Ziqiang looked down at the hung up phone and shook his head helplessly.
I really can’t explain it to the old principal...
What "I don't know how many times I have secretly had fun"?
Am I that kind of person?
but……
When Li Ziqiang thought about the goal Hu Lai scored yesterday, he got goosebumps on the spot.
That kid did really well this time.
Then a smile flashed on his serious face.
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"Xing, did you watch the Premier League game yesterday?" Jorge Dillon asked Chen Xingyi, who was standing in front of him with his arms folded, in the hotel restaurant.
"Uh...Mr. Dillon, in order to ensure my performance in today's game, I went to bed early yesterday..." Chen Xingyi lowered his head and replied like an honest man.
The two can now communicate normally in English. Although Dillon is a Spaniard who has coached in Italy, he also speaks fluent English. Yu Jintao, the translator, stands beside him, acting as a simple listener rather than a translator.
Hearing what Chen Xingyi said, Dillon laughed: "Although I ask you to go to bed early, if it is because you are watching a game like the Premier League, then it is not impossible to sleep a little later. I am 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 do you feel? Watching your former club teammates score a goal that is destined to be recorded in the history of the Premier League on such a stage... How do you feel?"
Faced with this question, Chen Xingyi did not give an answer immediately, but fell silent.
Dillon didn't rush him, he still stood with his arms folded, waiting patiently.
After being silent for a while, Chen Xingyi said: "I'm envious..."
"You don't seem sure?"
Chen Xingyi was silent for a while before continuing: "Envy, and a little bit jealous."
Hearing his answer, Yu Jintao next to him couldn't help but glance 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 smile was different from his usual smile, more like a cover-up. But this just showed that what he just said was true.
Dillon didn't have the heart 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 in the World Cup, and wait until next summer to go abroad to play football, because in the summer
There are more transfer options than in the winter...Are you unhappy?"
Chen Xingyi still had a smile on his face, shook his head and said: "How could it be possible, Mr. Dillon? I listen to you, and I will do whatever you say..."
Dillon laughed loudly: "I'm kidding, Xing. I know if I 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 abroad...
…”
In Yu Jintao's eyes, Chen Xingyi still had that hidden smile.
"But one thing I said is right. That is, there are more transfer options in the summer. So you can leave after the World Cup."
The hidden smile disappeared from Chen Xingyi's face in an instant. His eyes widened and he looked at the head coach in astonishment.
"Yesterday my agent sent the video highlights of your matches in the Chinese Super League and the national team to several of my friends in Europe. Today I received a call from them and they are very interested in you. But I told them not to worry.
, wait until you finish playing in the World Cup. They should 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 answer in a calm tone: "I will perform well, Mr. Dillon!"
Dillon nodded and said: "Hu Lai and Luo Kai have shown you the two situations of going to Europe to play football. Take Hu Lai as the source of motivation for your efforts, but you should focus more on Luo Kai. He is the one you want to play in Europe."
The most likely example Europe will ever encounter.”
"I understand, I will correct my mentality and position, Mr. Dillon, thank you!" Chen Xingyi took a step back and bowed to Dillon.
The old Spanish man accepted it calmly with a smile.
"It seems that Chen Xingyi is going abroad..." Deep in the restaurant, the Golden Arrow players who had been looking towards the head coach sighed when they saw this scene.
"Isn't this something you already knew?"
"No, it was just a guess before... But looking at it now, I guess it has been decided."
"I really envy……"
"What is there to envy? You can go out too..."
"Oh shit! How can I go out at my age?"
"Don't sound so old-fashioned, you're only twenty-six years old!"
"Forget it, forget it...haven't you read what the media is saying? It is said that it is best to study abroad before the age of 25. By the age of 26, you are already set, and it is difficult to have any development if you go out to play football. Besides, I
Now that I have a family and a family, I have lost my ambition for a long time. I just want to play well in China, and I will be satisfied if my salary can be increased appropriately in the next contract..."
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"Director Zhao, are you looking for me... eh?"
Zhang Qinghuan, who had resumed training after the game, just opened the door of head coach Zhao Kangming's office and saw not only Zhao Kangming inside, but also the club's general manager Dong Wen.
"Manager Dong?"
He was a little surprised.
Dong Wen smiled and waved to Zhang Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, come on, I have something to tell you. It's like this...the club has received an offer from Barcelona Saria Club, and they want to sign you."
Zhang Qinghuan's expression was calm, and he was not even that surprised to see Dong Wen. Upon seeing this, Dong Wen knew that he must have heard about it, and it should be that the other party had contact with Zhang Qinghuan's agent Yong Jun.
It stands to reason that this is a private contact with the players, but Dong Wen didn't care about it. He still said cheerfully: "I have asked Lao Zhao, and he has no objection to your transfer. So I want to ask your opinion again."
Zhang Qinghuan had indeed known the news for a long time, because he and Uncle Yong had been in contact, and it was Uncle Yong who informed him first. And Uncle Yong also told him that Saria's interest in him was not a whim. From Hu Lai, he went abroad to play football.
From the beginning, many European clubs have been eyeing Anton Flash, and Saria is one of them. They have been following him for more than a year, and they know him very well.
However, Zhang Qinghuan still didn't expect that the other party would move so quickly. When he saw Dong Wen appear at his place, he realized that Sarria Club should have made a direct offer to Anton Flashing Star.
He originally thought that clubs like Saria would wait until after the World Cup. After all, that was a safer approach, using the World Cup to test the quality of players and avoid risks.
Saria is a team ranked in the middle and lower reaches of La Liga, and it is definitely not a giant. In a place like Barcelona, with the behemoth Catalonia United, the situation of Saria's team can be imagined.
Transferring to this team probably won't satisfy some people's vanity.
But Zhang Qinghuan didn't care. With Hu Lai's successful experience, Zhang Qinghuan knew very well that the club's reputation was meaningless to him.
What suits you is the best.
So is Sarria right for you?
In fact, Zhang Qinghuan didn't know either.
However, this is true of many things. There is no perfect solution, nor is it 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 other club for a long time and believed that what the other party said was true. He really made the decision to sign Zhang Qinghuan after fully understanding him.
Then Zhang Qinghuan believes in Uncle Yong’s judgment.
He nodded to Dong Wen: "I have no objection, Manager Dong."
Dong Wen and Zhao Kangming looked at each other, nodded and said, "In that case, I will discuss the terms with the other party."
After saying this, he said goodbye to the two of them and left.
Zhao Kangming and Zhang Qinghuan were the only two people left in the office.
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, and finally 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: "Coach Zhao, why are you talking about this? I'm not jealous of Hu Lai..."
Zhao Kangming said stubbornly: "I say this because I want to remind you, Qing Huan. The colorful world in Europe is more tempting, you have to hold on."
Zhang Qinghuan laughed quickly: "Don't worry, Director Zhao. When I was young, I already played everything I should play. Now I just want to play football."
"Hey, what you said..." Zhao Kangming was exasperated, "Why do you think you're showing off? What have you been doing?"
Zhang Qinghuan waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no... It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning..." Then he quickly changed the topic, "Then Director Zhao, what will happen to the team when I leave?"
Zhao Kangming snorted: "With Hu Lai gone, our team will not be relegated! We don't have the kind of people in our team who can't play without anyone! Just go out and you don't have to worry about the team's affairs."
"Yes, yes... Zhao guides you wisely."
Seeing Zhang Qinghuan nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, Zhao Kangming, who had been tense before, suddenly felt relaxed and said: "Okay, I called you here just 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 out the window at the first team training ground.
So he said: "Thank you, Director Zhao."
Zhao Kangming waved to him with his back and said nothing.
Zhang Qinghuan bowed to that figure before opening the door and leaving.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, 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 was holding a water tap and watering the training ground.
The evening sun shone slantingly, creating a rainbow on the green field.