"Have you heard? The first team lost!"

The African-American young man wearing a red jersey and with short hair was stunned for a moment, "I know, we lost to Liverpool, who has the best midfielder in the world."

"That [Colombian Emperor Star] Ronaldo is not very good. I don't think he is as good as you! Paul!"

The football seemed to come alive under the young man's feet, which was dazzling to watch. "Don't say that, after all, he is a genius recognized by the boss."

"But I really think he's not as good as you. At the end of this season, your contract will expire. What are you going to do?"

The football returned to his head. He held the football with his forehead to keep it balanced while answering: "Perhaps, I should go to Serie A? I don't know. I'll ask Hull later. Neither Lindy nor I have

They are his players."

"Stay, haven't you always hoped to defeat your idol Lindy head-on?" the man continued to persuade.

"Yeah, let's see what happens at the end of the season."

...

In southwestern Germany, Hull slowly walked to the parking lot with a handsome blond boy.

"Don't cry, it's because they have no vision. Come on, follow me back to Spain. I have already made arrangements, Joshua."

The boy who had just turned 16 was ruthlessly rejected by the Stuttgart second team. Even if it was Hull's face, they didn't give him a single point.

As expected, they are strict Germanic people who really respect "rules".

...

france

A football training base in the southwest suburbs of Paris, Clairefontaine.

"Killian, who is your idol?"

As soon as the boy completed a dash of solo riding and won the game for his team, a reporter from a local TV station came over to ask questions.

"Chris...emmmm..." Seeing that the boy was a little hesitant, the host smiled and waited patiently.

"Lindy! I think he is the best right now. I heard that he will join the England national team. Then, I will beat him in the future battle between England and France!" The young man looked very confident, with his head held high and his talent.

same height.

"Ambitious!"

...

At the same time, Liverpool.

"Where is the world full of flowers? What if it..."

Lindy was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone in his sleep, and he looked at the time and it was already 9 a.m.

Normally, he would definitely be able to get up at 6 o'clock, but...

"Hello~"

Lindy pressed the answer button in a daze, not even noticing who was calling.

"How can you sleep at your age? Huh? How can you still sleep when such a big thing happened outside?"

It felt like Lindy was still sleeping, and the voice on the phone sounded extremely anxious.

Damn, who?

After squirting all over her head and face, Lindy carefully lifted the quilt, trying not to affect the woman beside the pillow who had completely lost her fighting ability.

He glanced at the call status,

Flores?

"Boss, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"You don't know? Both Scotland and England have officially submitted documents yesterday. They are going through the Football Association process and are coming to you for negotiation. I guess people are almost at your house now, right?"

Damn it!

I forgot about this when I saw Irene coming yesterday.

Lindy put on a piece of clothing at random and opened the curtains. The sunlight outside the room was shining like this, and he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

When the halo slowly dissipates...

"Fuck!"

Lindy shouted involuntarily, and even Irene was awakened by the sound, "What's wrong?"

She put on her pajamas, came to Lindy's side, and leaned lazily on his arrow, "Why are there so many people?"

"Boss, they've arrived, I'll hang up first..."

Before Lindy could finish speaking, Flores immediately said: "Don't sign, wait, Spain has also sent people!"

"As for that?"

"Of course, as for you to sign and go through the process, everything will be completed in June next year, and the qualifiers will start in September. Are you in a hurry?"

"But I haven't thought about it yet..."

He interrupted again hastily: "Yes, it's just because you haven't thought about it, so don't worry. I'm not advising you to join the Spanish national team, but it's always good for you to listen to the conditions."

After finishing the conversation with Flores, Lindy lowered her head and kissed Irene, then changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Because he had already seen Dalglish in the crowd just now.

I took a look at my phone and saw that I had a few unread messages.

There were even a few missed conversations yesterday. Lindy remembered that she did hang up a lot of phone calls when she was crazy yesterday.

The moment Lindy opened the door, the flashing lights outside started to flash.

Several officials in suits and ties in front of them greeted Dalgliesh and were welcomed in by Lindy.

"I know why you are here, but whether this would be too rude or not, I don't even know in advance and I don't have time to think about it."

Without giving the opponent a chance, Lindy took the lead in attacking.

He didn't care whether the person sitting in front of him was Dalglish or whether he hung up a few phone calls yesterday.

Is such a big battle to force the palace?

He was very dissatisfied!

Having seen so many bad things in European football in later generations, Lindy knows that the more polite you are, the more trouble you will have.

This is a world that respects individual wishes, morality, etc. Lindy is not a native of the country, so don’t kidnap her!

Brook came here today on behalf of the Football Association of England. He saw Lindy's attitude which was somewhat beyond his expectation. What he thought was a sure win has now become a bit tricky.

When he thinks about it, if he has the opportunity to represent England in the World Cup, he will at least be in the top 8, right?

What an honor is this, this Chinese???

The Scottish Football Association official responded quickly. He came to ask for help, and was not as arrogant as the English official:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lindy!"

Brooke seemed to be aware of the problem when he saw his competitor apologizing immediately.

As long as Lindy is there, Scotland will basically be guaranteed to enter the World Cup.

Is there a big difference between the top 32 and the top 8? It doesn’t seem to be that big.

Thinking of this, he stood up directly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lindy, it's an emergency. Please forgive me for being presumptuous."

Officials on both sides immediately expressed their apologies.

Of course, if they don't know in advance that the other party will come today, they must abide by basic British etiquette whatever they say.

Arrogance is a mask for the weak.

When facing a strong person, what you have to do is not to stick your face out and let others hit you!

Seeing the two of them like this, Lindy didn't want to talk nonsense:

"Today is my day off. I think you should make another appointment through my agent Hull and we should meet in a more formal setting."

Lindy stood up and went to pour herself a glass of water, "Boss, coffee or water??"

Dalgliesh smiled and waved his hand, he had also thought of today's situation.

If Lindy is so easy to deal with, he still needs to go to Madrid in person? And he also needs to wear the captain's armband of Liverpool?

Even if these officials know that they are asking for help, even if they have lowered their profile, it is not enough. It seems that I still have to go back and give them some advice.

Seeing Dalgliesh waving his hand, Lindy took a sip of water and continued: "You should have brought your own conditions, so put them down. I will take a look tomorrow when I have time."

Brooke's face had turned ugly.

As an official of the Football Association, you have already fallen behind when you come to ask for help. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to go back empty-handed now?

Even the Scottish officials, who had reacted very quickly before, looked a bit confused.

But the two of them knew that for Lindy now, it was they who asked each other, not the other party who asked them.
To be continued...