When Li Ang told the players that the match with Rayo Vallecano would be played at the El Molinon Stadium, the entire locker room was quiet at first, and then burst into loud cheers.
All the players went crazy. This news was too sudden and exciting for them.
Goalkeeper Manuel Pastor suddenly covered his face. He forced himself to calm down and not cry or be embarrassed.
However, this big crying man still successfully attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm sorry!" Pastor was about to say.
Javier Blanco came over and hugged his teammate.
Everyone now knows the story of this goalkeeper teammate. His grandfather is a carpenter and his father is a carpenter. This child comes from a family of carpenters. His dream is to play football for Sporting Gijon. His dream is to play football at El Molinon Stadium one day.
, to comfort my grandfather, a die-hard old Sporting Gijon fan.
Blanco came over and hugged Pastor, "Manuel, today, we leave our goal to you."
The big goalkeeper nodded vigorously.
Later, forward Abarez came over and hugged the goalkeeper, "Manuel, the goal is left to you!"
After Abarez, all the players came over and hugged the big man.
Li Ang stood aside and watched all this quietly.
He was very pleased.
Fernandez wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "It's so touching."
Parler was a little emotional. The atmosphere in the team's locker room is so good now. This was unimaginable in the Osvaldo era. He glanced at Li Ang and said that all this happened after this Chinese colleague came.
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When all his teammates hugged goalkeeper Pastor, Li Ang clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.
The locker room became quiet and everyone looked at their head coach.
"Manuel!" Li Ang looked at the young goalkeeper and said with a smile, "Our goal will be left to you!"
Wow!
Ouch! Ouch!
The players were stunned for a moment, then burst into loud cheers. They waved their towels vigorously and whistled!
Fernandez and Parler looked at each other. Just one word, a simple word, could make everyone explode. This ability was beyond their reach.
Li Ang smiled and watched everyone cheering.
After the cheers subsided, he clapped his hands again to signal everyone to be quiet.
The players are looking at their head coach.
"Have you all brought your mobile phones?" Li Ang asked.
Everyone was a little surprised and didn't know why the coach asked this, but they still answered the coach's question. Some nodded and some shook their heads.
Those who nodded brought their cell phones, while those who shook their heads either didn’t bring their phones, or in another case, they didn’t have their phones.
In 2004, mobile phones were not a necessity of life, and some children from ordinary families did not have mobile phones, such as Juan Carlos.
"Those who have mobile phones will lend them to those who don't have them," Li Ang said, "because you may need to use your mobile phones later."
The players all looked at Li Ang in surprise, not understanding what the coach was going to say.
"Today's match against Rayo Vallecano." Li Ang paused, with a smile on his face and his voice suddenly raised, "This match will be broadcast live on Spain's National Channel 5!"
The players were completely stunned.
"It's a national live broadcast!" Li Ang added.
Boom!
Ouch! Ouch!
The whole locker room exploded.
"live?!"
"Oh my God! Live broadcast nationwide!"
"Did I hear you correctly?"
"I want to call, I want to call home!"
"I'm going to call Lucy, she's in Valencia so she can see me play!"
The players were very excited.
Li Ang waved his hand, meaning you should make a call.
There was another burst of cheers, and all the mobile phones were taken out and dialed excitedly.
Juan Carlos is a little at a loss. He can communicate happily with his teammates and integrate into the team quickly. However, after all, this is a child from the slums. When this material difference appears, this child's
It's normal to feel worse. He doesn't have a mobile phone. He has his mobile phone with his sister. In the past few days, he has always called her through the public phone in the dormitory.
"Take my cell phone and call your sister." Li Ang handed his cell phone to Carlos.
Carlos took the phone and entered his sister's number, only to see the name Alice displayed on the phone.
He glanced at Li Ang.
Li Ang shrugged, meaning I have your sister's mobile phone number. What's so weird about this? Don't be so sensitive, kid.
Carlos glared at Leon and dialed his sister's cell phone.
Alice entertained two guests from afar at home, or to be precise at Leon's home.
Shakira and her agent, Miss Betty, both looked at Alice in surprise. They did not expect that the copywriter was such a beautiful girl.
Even Shakira, who has always been very confident about her appearance, has to admit that she is a little jealous: Alice is younger and more youthful than her. Age is the topic that women least want to face.
Alice was also surprised. She was not a music enthusiast, but she was by no means ignorant. She had heard of Shakira's name and heard the songs of this Colombian female singer. She felt good about it.
She also didn't expect that the person who requested the work would be Shakira. She was also surprised by Shakira's beauty. She was even sexier in real life than she looked on TV.
She also didn't expect that she had presumptuously said that she couldn't go to Madrid and that if possible, she could only meet in Gijon. Shakira on the other end of the phone actually agreed.
Miss Betty glanced at the elf-like beautiful girl Alice, and then at the charming Shakira. Each of these two women had their own beauty and charm.
Miss Betty knows why Shakira agreed to come to Gijon so readily. The reason? Boring! That’s all!
Anyway, I am giving myself a vacation now, so I can go anywhere.
Moreover, Shakira just asked why she couldn't come to Madrid, and Miss Alice's answer was that she had no money and no travel expenses.
Shakira and Betty were very surprised, and Shakira, who was extremely bored, rushed from Madrid to Gijon because of this curious reason.
The attentive Miss Betty noticed that Alice did not live alone in this house. There was a pair of large slippers at the door, and there was an ashtray on the coffee table in the living room.
Serve coffee to two guests.
Alice didn't hesitate at all. The girl said straight to the point, "I'm sorry, but I still need to explain it in advance."
The agent, Miss Betty, smiled and nodded, indicating for her to continue.
Shakira looked on with interest.
"I didn't actually write these lyrics," Alice said, "but they do belong to me. They were given to me by a friend of mine."
Miss Betty glanced at Shakira, then turned back and said, "So, this song is a song."
"It is indeed a song." Alice said, "My friend wanted to give me the music score, but I didn't ask for it."
Miss Betty became anxious and was about to speak, but Shakira coughed and signaled to her agent to calm down.
"There is no music score," Alice said, "but my friend sang this song for me and I recorded it."
Betty breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if there was a singing video.
Shakira suddenly said, "Your friend must be a man."
"How do you know?" Alice asked.
Miss Betty smiled and pointed to the ashtray on the coffee table.
Alice's little face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
However, Shakira shook her head, "I didn't pay attention to these. The reason why I came to this conclusion is because this song should be written by a man. This is my intuition. This song has his
Here’s the story.”
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