Shenfeng Wuying

Chapter 472 Mourinho's Call

All of Arsenal's players rushed onto the field, shouting and dancing together, League champions.Finally got it!This long-lost trophy is about to pass into our hands!Arsene Wenger was held up again and again by his own players to celebrate this hard-won victory, Arsenal finally won a real, memorable championship...

However, while the teammates were celebrating, they stretched out their hands and patted the captain on the shoulder in relief. His season goals only stayed at 34, and he failed to beat Diego Costa, who scored [-] goals, to become the shooter. Wang, but from the performance point of view, He Xu doesn't seem to care much about this personal honor.He just smiled and said: "Since you all want to see me win the honor of the Premier League's top scorer so much, I may have another task next season besides helping the team defend the title. Wait and see, next season." I will definitely let you guys see it this season!"

The teammates patted the captain one after another, and many people were actually worried about He Xu. After all, everyone will focus on him next season. If that is the case, He Xu will not be so easy to go Competing for the Premier League top scorer.But what the hell?Anyway, now we are the champions of the Premier League?Is not it?

After wildly celebrating, He Xu and his teammates stepped onto the podium together.When the Barclays Cup appeared in front of his eyes, He Xu was stunned for a moment. When he realized that Ronaldinho behind him pushed him, he remembered and strode up. Turning around on the podium, facing the Arsenal fans, he shouted, "We are the champions!" At the same time, he raised the trophy high above his head.

The fans at the scene were fortunate to witness this scene. After several years, Arsenal won the English Premier League again. This is definitely something to be excited and commemorative. high price.

Just when He Xu turned around and handed the trophy to his teammates, a banner was suddenly displayed on the stand facing them. The banner was filled with densely written words. Rao He Xu's eyesight is outstanding. There are also some difficulties.In the end, he still saw it clearly.Thank u!Great captain!You brought us victory, brought us champions, the gunners keep moving forward under your leadership, your shoulders can shoulder heavy artillery!
He Xu was a little moved. He didn't know what he should do to thank the fans who supported him. He could only face them and wave his hands, expressing that he saw what they wanted to say to him.Express your emotion.Wenger patted him on the shoulder, "Boy! Well done! My top scorer."

He Xu was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that although he only scored 31 goals in the league, this seemed to have surpassed "The Great" Henry's record of 21 goals in a single season!He Xu, who is only 31 years old, has unknowingly established a new milestone in the glorious history of the Gunners.Scored [-] league goals in a single season... This surpasses Henry's goals and achievements. No wonder the fans are so excited.They must have felt that in the "post-Henry era", the team once again ushered in a new outstanding striker captain.

After the award ceremony that day, the team directly held the championship celebration.The players sat together, sprayed each other with champagne, and played with each other.When He Xu returned home in the early morning, Elena seemed to have fallen asleep.He Xu staggered into his room and fell on the bed, unconscious.At this time, the medal of the Premier League Roller was still hanging around his neck, and he fell asleep so sweetly.A kind of spiritual satisfaction combined with unspeakable physical exhaustion. On the field today, I ran more than 1 meters, right?It's scary, I'm a center...

In his sleep, someone grabbed his neck and tried to snatch away that hard-won medal. How could this be possible?He Xu turned over, knocked off the hand holding his medal, and muttered, "Don't make trouble! Let me sleep for a while!" Unexpectedly, after the hand was opened by him, he still refused to let go. tugging at his medals, and seemed inclined to mess with his clothes.He Xu was still sleepy, he didn't open his eyes, but stretched out his hands to resist indiscriminately, "Go away! Get up, don't make trouble with me. Who are you?"

Just as he was waving his hands back and forth to drive them away, he suddenly felt as if he had bumped into something soft.Um?This is something that He Xu has never touched in this life, but he has often touched it in the previous life. Accompanied by his movements, he also heard a soft panting.He Xu had to force himself to open his tired eyes at this time.I saw Elena crawling beside her in her pajamas, trying to help her get off the medal that strangled her neck and the coat that bound her.Looking at Elena's rose petal-colored lips, He Xu felt his mind suddenly go blank, and then he stretched out his hand resolutely, and hugged Elena tightly in his arms.

At a certain moment, He Xu felt that although he walked a different path from his previous life, he walked out of a more exciting ending than the previous life. At least the person he hugged in his arms was the person he wanted to love from the bottom of his heart. the one.

Everything that followed seemed so logical, He Xu's clothes didn't seem to require so much effort from Elena to get rid of He Xu's strong body, but Elena's clothes seemed to be bought one get one free and thrown together. On the stall.He Xu hugged Elena, and the two of them fell asleep again.The medals that he took off and put on the bedside table flickered under the dim ceiling lights, as if celebrating the belated "adult ceremony" that belonged to the two of them.

If there is anything dissatisfied about He Xu's wonderful life, it can only be said that on the second day after winning the championship, he did not sleep with Elena who had just turned from a girl into a woman until he woke up naturally .

The cell phone rang in a hurry, and Elena let out a lazy "hum", turned over and continued to sleep, while He Xu got up and picked up the phone.He thought it was Liang Zhao, or Chen Bo, Li Bo who wanted to congratulate him for winning the Premier League championship, but when he opened it, he found that it was not. The name of the caller displayed on the screen was actually "Jose Mourinho".

He Xu smiled self-deprecatingly, why did he call?Shouldn't it be to congratulate me for winning the league championship?
Thinking of this, He Xu stood up and walked out of the bedroom. While putting himself a tub of hot water in the bathtub, he answered the phone.

When the phone was connected, the first thing that happened was not an attempt to greet each other after a long absence or a hypocritical congratulation, on the contrary, there was a very embarrassing silence.

He Xu had already squinted his eyes and poured into the water at this time, feeling the comfort brought by the hot water wrapped around his body, He Xu coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock, "Jose, what's the matter?" ?”

Mourinho said in a hoarse voice: "Ah! He, congratulations to you... the league champions! Wenger doesn't know what it will be like? You won! Congratulations, Arsenal and I once forward."

He Xu didn't know if he should thank Mourinho, but he felt that Mourinho probably didn't want to hear his thanks, right?He adjusted his tone, trying not to sound any emotion that could irritate his former head coach, "Sir, what's the matter with you calling me?"

Mourinho was a little surprised by He Xu's words. He didn't expect that in less than a year, the young man who looked shy and embarrassed about many things had become so straightforward. He hesitated. If He Xu saw his expression now, he would be very surprised.Because the face of Mourinho on the other end of the phone was already red. Fortunately, no one saw such a scene.

"That! That's it! He, I... I'm here to be a lobbyist! Although I know that my lobbying will definitely not have any effect. However, because of our boss' request and my own wishes, I Decided to give it a try.”

He Xu didn't speak, just listening to his former head coach talking over there. It seemed that the two of them were making the simplest offensive tactical arrangement.

Mourinho paused and continued: "Our boss, Mr. Abrahimovic, very much hopes to recruit you when the transfer window opens. And this is also my wish, you know , although I have two centers, Diego and Martins, I think they are not as good as you to me. Whether it is their personal ability or the ability to understand my tactics. I think they Neither of them are suitable for you! This is the answer and conclusion I came to after trying for a season. No head coach wants to coach a player who is not his favorite, right? Ho. I think you should be able to understand this feel."

He Xu finally spoke at this time, "Yes. You are right, Mr. Coach. Similarly, no player wants to play for a team that he hates. Right?"

Mourinho was stunned there, and he immediately continued: "I don't think Owen may have understood what you mean, why. You...hate...Chelsea Club?"

"That's right! Sir, that's what I want to express. I don't like this team's team logo, team logo, stadium, uniforms and all the mistakes related to this team. Of course, except for the head coach... "

(End of this chapter)