When Zhang Qinghuan walked to the kitchen door, he greeted his agent Yong Jun who was making breakfast.
"You got up so early, why don't you take a nap? You don't have to go to training this morning." Yong Jun turned around and saw Zhang Qinghuan and asked.
"I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep." Zhang Qinghuan walked to the refrigerator, opened the door and took out the mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.
"Hey, drink hot water, drink hot water." Yong Jun saw this and wanted to stop it, but it was too late, so he had to complain, "Chinese people's stomachs are different from foreigners'. You don't want to drink ice water just after getting up."
"No matter how different it is, when you come here, you have to adapt to the habits here." Zhang Qinghuan laughed. "Do I have to bring an electric kettle with me when I go to an away game? Then boil water for myself?"
"Hey, it's not impossible. Now there are electric kettles that are the same size as thermos cups for sale online. You can take one with you. When you go to an away game, you get up and boil a kettle, and then go wash up. After you finish washing up, boil the water.
It’s already burned, so there’s no need to delay things…”
When Zhang Qinghuan saw Uncle Yong starting to nag, he quickly waved his hand: "I'm going to wash up..."
Yong Jun laughed when he saw him running away, and then stopped him: "Qing Huan!"
Zhang Qinghuan, who had gone far away, turned back: "What are you doing?"
"congratulations!"
Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand: "Hey, where are you, Uncle Yong? It's just a ball..."
"This is not just a ball, it is the first ball, and the meaning is different. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Once you take this first step, the road ahead will be relatively easy."
Yong Jun, who was holding a spatula and wearing an apron, said seriously.
"Yes, yes, Uncle Yong, you are right..." Zhang Qinghuan yawned and walked to the bathroom. "I'm going to wash up."
Seeing Zhang Qinghuan's careless look, Yong Jun shook his head and cursed with a smile: "You bastard!"
Then continue to concentrate on frying eggs for Zhang Qinghuan.
In the bathroom, Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head to squeeze the toothpaste onto his toothbrush, then raised his head to look at himself in the mirror.
His face showed signs of not fully waking up, and his facial features were slightly different from usual.
A thousand miles begins with a single step……
He thought of what Uncle Yong said to him just now.
Congratulations, Zhang Qinghuan, you have finally taken the first step in this thousand-mile journey!
He pursed his lips and forced a smile.
That handsome face that drives countless women crazy is back.
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When Zhang Qinghuan returned to the restaurant after washing up, Yong Jun had already put breakfast on the table and turned on the TV at the same time.
Sports news is being played inside.
It's a Spanish TV show.
This is also the method that Uncle Yong came up with to improve Zhang Qinghuan’s language skills, by watching Spanish news programs to speed up his adaptation to the language environment.
So they did this from the first day they arrived in Barcelona.
And the effect is pretty good.
Now Zhang Qinghuan can basically understand this kind of Spanish news with correct pronunciation and standard pronunciation. When communicating normally with Spanish-speaking teammates, there is no problem as long as the other party speaks slower.
Inside, they were talking about the Barcelona derby that ended yesterday.
As the highlight of this round of La Liga, this game has attracted much attention.
It was also the subject of heated discussion after it ended.
Zhang Qinghuan's goal is being replayed.
The video is a reproduction of the original voice of the commentator during the live broadcast.
The passionate Spanish commentary made this ball even more exciting.
Even if it's the day after the game, it can still make people's hearts beat when they watch it again.
"That's a really smart kick. Why did you want to lob it with a spoon?" Yong Jun asked Zhang Qinghuan while looking at the TV screen.
"I just wanted to hit the opponent unexpectedly." Zhang Qinghuan replied. "And this kind of lob is the most unexpected."
Yong Jun nodded and continued: "The latest news just now is that Leko has injured his waist and ribs and will miss a month of training and competition. You performed well in the derby again. This is your opportunity, but you must seize it.
ah."
Zhang Qinghuan nodded: "Don't worry, Uncle Yong. I can do it."
Then he added: "But actually I don't have a month... It's already the 23rd. On the 15th of next month, I have to report to the national team. How can I still play for the team for a month?"
Woolen cloth?"
Yong Jun grinned, swallowed what was in his heart, and changed his tone: "No matter what, you must seize the opportunity in front of you. You can play as many games as you want, as long as you perform well, even after the Asian Cup
When you come back, there will still be a place for you in the team, otherwise it will be really bad..."
"Um."
While the two were talking, the TV screen switched and Hu Lai's shot suddenly appeared.
At the same time, the news announcer said: "...at 8:30 this morning, the Leeds City team set off from the UK. Their destination is Barcelona, where they will start training for the midweek Champions League group stage..."
Seeing Hu Lai and hearing these words, Zhang Qinghuan and Yong Jun looked at each other, both a little surprised:
"Why are you here so early? Today is Monday..."
"This time has come, where should we train..."
Then the two looked at each other and already guessed the answer.
"No?" Zhang Qinghuan was surprised.
Yong Jun asked him: "Didn't Hu Lai tell you?"
"No...this kid must want to make a surprise attack again!" Zhang Qinghuan frowned.
Yong Jun laughed: "Oh, I never thought that one day I would be able to see two Chinese players training together in Europe!"
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Hu Lai stood on the green field, surrounded by his teammates, who were curiously looking at this unfamiliar training ground.
This is the training ground of La Liga team Sarria.
In these two days, they will train here and prepare for the Champions League group match against Catalonia.
In fact, this practice usually only occurs after entering the knockout stage of the Champions League - the team will come to the opponent's city in advance to conduct adaptive training in order to prepare for the opponent in the knockout round. If the city has more than one professional
team, then they will choose the training ground of other teams to train.
If this team happens to be the sworn enemy of their opponent, that's even better.
The other party will be very happy to provide the team with a venue so that they can train with peace of mind and defeat their archrivals in the Champions League.
At this time, there is no such thing as "national interest". They are willing to do anything as long as their mortal enemy in the same city can die.
Sarria is such a "rival in the city".
Not only did they provide a training ground for Leeds City to train, but they also generously provided the video of the last Barcelona derby produced by the team's technical team to Leeds City's coaching team to help them analyze Catalonia's performance in the game.
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This cannot be said to be "killing relatives for the sake of justice", this is simply "capitalizing the enemy"...
But from the perspective of the Saria club, it is a very normal thing.
The hatred between them and Catalonia can completely transcend national boundaries.
Luis Hiovas, the legendary chairman of Catalonia United, once said, "I just want Saria to die completely." So how could Saria not want Catalonia United to die completely?
If they can see Catalonia lose in the Champions League, they will definitely be happy.
Even if Leeds City cannot defeat Catalonia United, if they can make Catalonia United play more embarrassingly, Saria's goal will be considered achieved.
For this purpose, Saria attaches great importance to Leeds City's visit.
At the same time, they have not forgotten what their team and the opposing team have in common - that is, they both have a player from China!
So the Sarria club arranged a special meeting.
In front of the cameras of reporters at the scene, Zhang Qinghuan and Hu Lai held hands together.
They smiled, hugged and high-fived for the reporters' cameras.
The Chinese reporters present were very excited and kept pressing the shutter to record this scene.
For Chinese football, this is a very memorable scene.
Teammates of the Chinese national team reunited at the training grounds of their respective clubs. This is a phased achievement of Chinese players studying abroad.
Of course, if one day Chinese players wearing jerseys of different teams shake hands like this on the field, that will be a more memorable historic moment...
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"Why are you here so early?" Zhang Qinghuan asked in a low voice with bared teeth while smiling at the camera.
"It's not just for you, Brother Huan." Hu Lai also said his voice behind his pursed mouth.
"For me? What nonsense!"
"Two, two, let's change our postures..." While they were chatting, a reporter directed them to continue taking photos.
So the two men cooperated with the reporters' requests.
After struggling like this for a while, the reporters left with satisfaction looking at the photos in their cameras.
Finally, Hu Lai and Zhang Qinghuan no longer had to be secretive, because all the Chinese reporters who understood what they were saying had left.
"I really did it for you..." Hu Lai smiled playfully, "...that meal, Brother Huan!"
Zhang Qinghuan rolled his eyes: "I knew you... No, you are still talking nonsense! Just because I treat you to a meal, the entire Leeds City team can come to Barcelona in advance? Are you kidding me? I won't care.
If I want to invite you, I’m also inviting you. What do you mean if your whole team comes? Should I invite your whole team?!”
"Ha! Brother Huan, you said this! Let me tell you, our team's fine tradition is that when we hear someone is treating us, we run faster than a rabbit!"
"You brought this all to me!" Zhang Qinghuan complained.
"This really has nothing to do with me. It's all led by Charlie Potter of our team. I'm serious, you believe me, Brother Huan. But this time I won't let you invite our whole team, you can just invite me alone."
Look how nice I am to you." Hu Lai smiled and hugged Zhang Qinghuan.
Zhang Qinghuan, however, took his hand away with a look of disgust: "A treat? Let's wait until you finish the game!"
"We're going to leave after the game, Brother Huan... Otherwise, why do you think we came early? It's just to give you a chance to treat me to dinner!"
"It's just a good time to leave. I'll do it next time, I'll do it next time..."
"Hey Brother Huan, you can't imitate those free prostitutes from Xiaopo Station!"
While the two were talking, the head coaches of the two teams who had finished communicating on the other side came over. Seeing that they were chatting happily, Clark asked Hu Lai: "What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"
Seeing that Hu Lai was about to answer him, he waved his hand again: "No, you don't have to tell me. But no matter how happy you are, you should go back to train with the team now, Hu."
On the other side, Sarria head coach Casas also smiled and said to Zhang Qinghuan: "I'm sorry to disturb the gathering of friends, but we should go back, Zhang."
Zhang Qinghuan said quickly: "No, sir. You didn't disturb us. I was indeed saying goodbye to Hu..."
Casas nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's go."
Zhang Qinghuan turned to Hu Lai and said: "Oh, it's such a pity this time. You guys came and went in a hurry. You have to go back immediately after the game, right? It's really not nice to ask you before the game. If you lose the game
It’s such a big responsibility... I really don’t have a chance! How about next time, ah? Next time! Ha!”
He laughed out loud as he spoke, then quickly said goodbye to Hulay and walked towards the Sarria first team training ground with his head coach.
After leaving, he still recalled Hu Lai's deflated expression, and felt extremely happy.
From the corner of his eye, Casas caught a glimpse of the smile on Zhang Qinghuan's face - the smile on his face never faded after he met and chatted with Hu Lai...
Seeing this, Casas asked: "You must have a good relationship with Hu, right?"
"Ah?" Zhang Qinghuan didn't realize why the head coach suddenly asked this, but he immediately nodded and admitted, "Yes, sir. He and I play for the same team in China."
"I heard that the Catalan United were interested in him. If he really went to the Catalan United, we might not be able to draw yesterday's game..."
This may sound exaggerated at first, but Zhang Qinghuan fully agrees with the head coach's judgment - if Hulay is in Catalonia, coupled with the world-class midfielder combination of Rosas and Campuzano, and
With Hulay's efficiency in front of goal, Saria's defense might really be blown away.
He said: "But sir, Hu will not go to Catalonia."
"This is also what I am curious about. He did not go to Catalonia because Catalonia did not have a substantial offer. But why did he reject the King of Madrid in the first place? How many young people can withstand the temptation of the King of Madrid?"
Casas turned and asked.
"Because Hu knew what he wanted and where he wanted it. The King of Madrid couldn't give it to him, but Leeds City could give it to him, so he went to Leeds City." Zhang Qinghuan clarified his head coach's doubts.
After hearing this, Casas sighed with emotion: "It's really amazing. How many young people of his age are so clear-headed?"
"He is not clear-headed, sir." Zhang Qinghuan corrected him, "He is pure. When he sees a direction, he will go in that direction almost paranoidly."
Casas nodded thoughtfully when he heard Zhang Qinghuan's words.
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"Boss..." Hu Lai, who followed Clark back to his team's training ground, hesitated for a while and then decided to say what he was thinking.
"What?" Clark glanced at him. In fact, he had already noticed that this kid seemed to have something on his mind and was waiting for him to speak.
"Well...after we finish the game, can we stay one more night in Barcelona?"
"Why?" Clark asked.
"I just think it would be better to let the whole team rest for one more night..."
Clark no longer glanced this time, but turned to look directly at Hu Lai. The latter looked a little guilty. He shrank his neck and quickly expressed his position: "Of course, I just said it casually, boss. If you feel...
…”
Unexpectedly, Clark nodded and said: "Okay, if we can defeat Catalonia United, then we will have an extra half day off so that we can return to Leeds the next day."
You can only stay one more night if you win the game. This condition is actually a bit harsh. In other words, this is a kind of "decline" to Hu Lai's suggestion.
But after hearing this, Hu Lai didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, he clapped his hands excitedly: "Then boss, let's make a deal!"