"I'm sorry, sir, the fastest flight is to Jerusalem."
Jerusalem? Well... isn't there a war there now? Chenlong was shocked when he heard the waiter say this.
"Is there no other way? For example, flying to other European countries?"
"I'm sorry, sir, it won't be available until the day after tomorrow. I'm flying to France."
"Okay, Jerusalem." After receiving the reply again, Chen Long finally gritted his teeth and bought a ticket to Jerusalem, but his heart was pounding.
Israel and Palestine have been at war recently, but he is actually interested in going there to transfer? This sounds a bit sensational. What is terrible is that there is actually a plane to Jerusalem?
Is this border city between the two countries too scary? When I was thinking about this, Chen Long was already flying in the sky.
It is said that war is the best way to make money. This plane full of people illustrates the problem, and the faces of others are full of ease.
No matter what, his life will not hang there. Chenlong looked around and finally calmed down his racing heart.
"Old fox, I've already boarded the plane. If nothing else, I should rush back to Italy the day after tomorrow." Chenlong sent Conti a reassuring text message, and then fell asleep on the sofa.
The next day, the plane appeared over Palestine
As Chen Long imagined, the sky here was not full of gunpowder smoke. The quiet Jerusalem was like a shy lover, hiding in the sun and smiling.
After getting off the plane, Chenlong felt relaxed. He hated flying. He didn't feel safe at all. Life and death were completely in the hands of others. If possible, he really wished he could drive there by himself like his senior Bergkamp.
Away games, or never having to go to away games
But he wasn't as afraid of heights as Bergkamp, so he still took the plane
But when his thoughts came to mind, before he even reached the airport gate, he heard a sad announcement, which was even more tragic than yesterday.
"Hijacking? Are you kidding Mao?" Real news came from the radio. Chen Long felt like he was dreaming.
Yes, it's a good thing that I got off the plane, otherwise... But, what does this mean? Doesn't it mean that there is no way to change planes?! Damn it, I have been so unlucky these two days, everything has happened to me!
The airport staff suddenly became panicked, and the police immediately occupied the place.
All passengers were stranded at the airport and were being questioned by the police
Come on, you don’t have to rush back to Italy this time, stay here with peace of mind, old fox, old fox, it’s not that I won’t help you, but God’s will seems to want you to be dismissed from get out of class?
After spending a whole morning at the airport, Chenlong finally walked out of the airport gate, but the terrible situation did not change.
Could it be that these days are the days of air crashes, and we are grounded for nothing? Staying in this city will make you unable to rest for a moment! Chen Long was walking on an unfamiliar street, talking non-stop, and there was a roar in the distance.
The sound of artillery fire kept reaching his ears
Omega! How can the people here live in such an environment? Fighting and surviving at the same time? Chenlong cannot understand
"What? You want me to buy a car and drive back to Italy?! Are you crazy?!"
"Yes! Even if you leave, you have to come back! Juventus needs you!" The voice on the other end of the phone almost shouted! It was Conte who called.
Crazy, crazy, this is a crazy world, even Conte is crazy, crazy people in this crazy world! Chen Long finally got into a taxi, and then came to a car sales company
"Man, what kind of car is the car you have here that has the best performance, is the fastest, doesn't break down, and can't even be blown up by bombs?" Chen Long, who was wearing black sunglasses, asked
The "Hummer" salesman pointed to the dark green spot not far away
"How much is it?" Well, he is indeed very domineering. Chenlong looked along his finger and saw a large green Hummer parked in the center of the exhibition hall. Just looking at the surface made people's hearts beat.
"300,000, paid in U.S. dollars or Euros," the salesperson replied with a smile, as if he was about to make a fortune, and he was as happy as a flower.
"Hell, you're making war fortune! Why don't you go and grab three hundred thousand dollars?" In Chen Long's memory, a top-grade Hummer cost only a hundred thousand dollars, but now it has doubled. Although he is rich,
People, but after hearing this price, I couldn’t help but jump a little.
Don't look at the poor places where there is no shit, but cars may be the most expensive in the world. Is this the case in places where there are wars? Chenlong's face is full of pain. If the fat man Yang Ershi knows that he is so squandering
, I don’t know what to say.
"Do you want it?" the salesman asked again with a smile.
"Yes, help me fill up the tank by the way, and then add two tanks of gasoline." Chenlong twitched his face and handed over his credit card.
This time the salesperson's smile was brighter than before. He gently took the credit card and swiped it on the machine without politeness.
I wiped it, and 300,000 euros were just gone. I have to ask the old fox for reimbursement when I go back! Chenlong took the card back distressedly
This is a crazy decision and behavior. Chen Long really plans to travel day and night, crossing the Mediterranean Sea in one day...
In the early morning of February 10th, Italian time, the Italian border
Chenlong lay tiredly on the Hummer, which had been dyed white by the wind and dust. The green horse turned into a white horse, and Chenlong turned into a bug. He could no longer drive. The journey of more than two thousand kilometers had already
Let him die so hard that if it weren't for the potion he carried with him, he would have died of exhaustion on the way
It's so crazy, damn, it's almost a miracle! Chenlong fell asleep while cursing, and even after the helicopter came, he couldn't bear to open his tired eyes.
It turned out that after entering the Italian border, Chen Long had already called Conte and asked him to send a plane to pick him up...
**************************** After sleeping until the afternoon of the game day, Chenlong was directly dropped off by a helicopter in Verona last night.
He got it here
No one knows that Chen Long has arrived here, not even his Juventus teammates.
So when Chen Long put on the game uniform and suddenly appeared on the bench, his teammates were shocked.
When did Chen Long return to the team?! This is so exciting. The team has lost two games in a row. If we don’t win this game that afternoon, not only will Conte be fired, but even the league points will be far behind Inter Milan.
Far away, completely out of reach of the league championship.
But Chenlong has a hat hanging on his head, but the fans don’t know
Chen Long, who had gotten enough rest, fell asleep again on the bench. Conte, who was too lazy to continue the miserable life with his teammates and returned to the coaching bench, walked over to Chen Long and sat next to him.
"Don't sleep like a pig. Have you seen Chievo's recent situation?"
It turned out that Conte had not let Chen Long go at this time and expected to obtain game-related information from Chen Long.
"Coach, I'm rushing back to Italy day and night. I don't have time to watch Chievo. Besides, I haven't recovered from my sleep. Do you want me to grab my laptop and watch these idiots play football? Forget it, why not?
Eat them alive in a while”
Chen Long didn't even raise his eyebrows and just sent Condi away.
The starting teammates have already begun to warm up on the court, and there is Ronaldinho.
"Why did you use Ronaldinho like this to lose two consecutive league games?" Chen Long was still sarcastic at Conte. He really didn't understand that Juventus, with such a strong lineup, would find it hard to accept even a draw, not to mention a loss.
"The team has been playing very well, but it's just bad luck. Well... it's not just bad luck!" Conte blamed the problem on luck. Obviously he believed that the team could not be blamed for losing, but only the team.
luck
Take the last home game against Udinese as an example. Juventus had a ball possession rate of 60% and shot on target 34 times. However, except for three goalposts, the rest of the shots were on target.
They were all saved by Udinese's goalkeeper. Conte almost didn't ask the opponent's coach after the game how much that magical goalkeeper was worth...
But the opponent only had one shooting opportunity, but it went into a theoretical blind spot, which even Buffon could not catch.
When you are unlucky, even drinking cold water can fill your teeth. Chen Long feels the same way. Taking this long trip as an example, he is unlucky enough. Master and disciple are all unlucky. There is no unlucky one, only more unlucky! Both of them are unlucky.
This unlucky man needs to clear his name again in this game!
The game finally started. Conte did not stay on the coaching bench, but sat on the bench.
The progress of the game was as Conte said before, with misfortune hanging over the Juventus people. In the third minute of the game, Ronaldinho got a very good free kick opportunity. Ronaldinho stood in front of the ball with certainty, and
Pirlo was discussing something, but in the end Ronaldinho, who had better footwork, was still in charge.
Ronaldinho's dark cross-eyed eyes were fixed on the opponent's goal, and he finally gave the ball away
When the ball was thrown out, the corner of his mouth showed a smile, and he was about to raise his hand to celebrate, but with a ding, the ball hit the goal post.
Omega! You don’t play like this! Another hit! Conti held his head and sighed. Chenlong heard it clearly, but his head was still buried in the hat.
"I will only play on time in the future, and will not play early again, unless I only play within the prescribed time. This is what the doctor ordered. I don't want my career to be ruined immediately." It turns out that Chen Long has never cared about the progress on the field, but
Talked about his body with Conte
"Then when do you plan to play?" Conti became a little anxious after hearing what Chen Long said. Doesn't this mean that Chen Long can no longer play in advance to scare people?
"You can call at any time, but when the time is up, I will leave the game, so you have to keep a substitute behind me to replace me at any time."
"Oh, it seems you can still scare people, as long as you show up early and end the game early, haha" After hearing Chen Long's answer, Conti's expression became much more relaxed... "How about you show up soon?"
He didn't expect that Conte actually wanted Chen Long to play immediately. No wonder he thought so. He had lost two games in a row. If he lost another game, he would not be able to leisurely appear on the coaching bench in the next game. It was not easy to come all the way.
Wouldn't it be a waste to get Chen Long back if we don't use him properly?! So we might as well just let Chen Long go up and get one or two goals first...
