super sharp

Chapter 88

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game and the score was fixed at [-]-[-], Mu Jianfeng felt panicked.

He sat blankly on the bench and watched the Ajax players hug each other excitedly.

He silently watched his teammates bow their heads in silence after the hard work on the court, not wanting to leave for a long time.

After a long while, he reluctantly got up, and at this time, there was no one on the visiting team's bench.

After walking into the player tunnel, Mu Jianfeng silently looked back at the brightly lit stadium.

In the middle of the stadium at this moment, the Ajax players seemed to be the most brilliant artist in the curtain call, enjoying the applause from the audience again and again.

At this moment, he was extremely envious, envious of those who could stay on the stage, envious of the brilliance in the middle of the stage.

"Hey……"

Sighing, even though he was reluctant, Mu Jianfeng still turned his head and walked into the dim player tunnel. From the moment he lost the game, it was doomed to be a silent curtain call for him.

"I'll come again, wait for me!"

Mu Jianfeng said silently in his heart while bowing his head and walking slowly.

……

When Mu Jianfeng returned to the locker room, except for the head coach who attended the post-match press conference, most of the other players returned to the locker room.

The atmosphere in the locker room was not particularly gloomy, some players were still chatting easily.

Because for them, the UEFA Cup, which has almost no prize money, is just tasteless, and it will waste a lot of energy and energy.

If it weren't for the head coach not wanting to give up easily, they might not be fighting so desperately on the field.

After all, what if he was injured in such a tasteless game and affected his appearance in the league?
After all, once the team wins a place in the Champions League, there will be a lot of bonuses for appearances!
Of course, there are more players who are not in a good mood at the moment.

Like Jovetic.

At this time, there was no smile on the face of this cheerful Montenegrin boy, and his already elongated face looked longer now.

When Mu Jianfeng walked up to him and sat down, Jovetic looked up at him, and then said in a low voice:

"sorry!"

Mu Jianfeng was taken aback when he heard the words. He looked at Jovetic with some doubts, but didn't speak.

"I replaced you, but it didn't work. Instead, they tied. Maybe you won't be like this on the court!"

Hearing this, Mu Jianfeng suddenly realized that Jovetic was brooding over this idea, which made him unhappy.

He reached out and grabbed Jovetic's hair, and then pretended to be relaxed and said:

"No! I couldn't keep up with my physical strength at that time. If you don't replace me, I won't be able to put pressure on their backcourt anymore. Maybe they will lose this game [-]-[-] !"

Hearing what Mu Jianfeng said, Jovetic's complexion improved a bit, but he was still a little unwilling:

"But……"

"No but!" Mu Jianfeng looked into Jovetic's eyes seriously, interrupted his words, then looked down at his sneakers and said leisurely:
"Since you are not reconciled, let's make yourself better!"

Jovetic was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look at Mu Jianfeng's profile, looked at his resolute face, and nodded slightly.

"Ok!"

……

When Mu Jianfeng returned to the team bus, he leaned against the last row of windows, looking out at the majestic Amsterdam Stadium.

There is still some unwillingness and reluctance in my heart, and that deep sense of loss still lingers in my heart, lingering.

After Prandelli returned to the bus, he didn't say anything, but directly told the driver that he could leave.

As the bus drove slowly, the fans cheering happily at the Amsterdam stadium and outside the stadium disappeared little by little before Mu Jianfeng's eyes.

It seems that just a second ago, he was still standing in the middle of the stage, being watched by thousands of people, enjoying the endless scenery.

In the next second, he returned to a corner where no one was paying attention.

He suddenly thought, maybe in fairy tales, Cinderella after twelve o'clock would also feel like this?

Thinking of this, Mu Jianfeng was a little funny again. He laughed in a low voice, which attracted strange attention from Jovetic around him.

He smiled and shook his head, signaled nothing to Jovetic, and continued to rest his head on the car window, silently watching the city under the night.

Until the bus arrives at the hotel.

Because the Europa League matches are relatively random, unlike Serie A, which will announce the schedule early.

Therefore, when the club booked a hotel, there was no discount on the price of the room, so for financial considerations, only a few first-line big-name players and head coaches in the team booked single suites.

The other players and staff are multi-person suites.

Mu Jianfeng was also assigned a multi-person room, but fortunately because he was the first-line main force in this game, he and Jovetic were assigned to the same suite, and the two rooms inside and outside would not affect each other.

"JOJO, I'm going out for a while, I'll be back later."

As soon as Mu Jianfeng returned to the hotel to pack his luggage, he greeted Jovetic in the room and was about to turn around and go out.

And Jovetic didn't ask, because in his opinion, this is a very private matter, and he shouldn't ask more.

So Mu Jianfeng didn't waste his words, he left the room directly, went downstairs to a coffee shop in the hotel.

After ordering a cup of ordinary coffee, Mu Jianfeng sat in the corner, took out his phone and broadcast a number.

With the vibration, the phone was connected, and at the same time, a man's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, is that Mu?"

"It's me, Mino!"

Although he couldn't see each other, Mu Jianfeng still said with a smile.

"Oh! Congratulations! Completed a goal and an assist!"

"Did you watch the game?" Mu Jianfeng was a little surprised, and felt even more proud in his heart.

"Well, yes, I just watched the game. It's a pity that you didn't make it to the top [-], but I have to say, your performance is really great!"

"Haha, don't praise me!" Mu Jianfeng felt embarrassed when he heard Raiola's flattery.

"By the way, what's the matter with you calling me?"

Mino on the other end of the phone finished the greetings and asked.

"I want to know what's going on with the contract renewal?"

Mu Jianfeng paused, and finally decided to ask directly.

"I was going to tell you if you didn't call me!"

Raiola on the other end of the phone suddenly raised his voice.

"You don't know! Corvino's Grandet is so difficult to communicate! How many nights and how many times I have spent analyzing him, I finally let him let go!
The basic weekly salary negotiated this time is 30 euros, the appearance fee is [-] euros, the goal bonus is [-] euros, and if you enter the bench and do not play, [-] euros, and the loyalty bonus after signing is [-] euros. Four years billing. "

"so much?"

Hearing Raiola's introduction, Mu Jianfeng was taken aback. Although he didn't know his current specific value, but in Serie A, such a salary is already the main salary of many small teams, right?

Thinking of this, Mu Jianfeng suddenly felt that he didn't know how to speak next.

"Mino, I don't want to renew the contract for the time being..."

(End of this chapter)