I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 13 The training field under the night

"You shouldn't talk to Wenger like that. It's good now. Be careful that Wenger is being used. You have no place to cry when he says a word."

"You kid usually speaks well. Why do you have to compete in front of Wenger? Don't you know that the winner is the one who laughs last?"

"I really misread you. In the final analysis, you are still a competitive character. Do you know that all clubs in France have to give Wenger face..."

Because the trial training broke up unhappy, the master and apprentice were not in the mood to visit London, so they rushed to London Airport early the next day.

On the plane back to France, Pierre kept complaining that Wang Xie shouldn't talk like that.

The little old man's jingles followed one after another, and he didn't repeat the same for more than ten minutes.

Wang Xinxin said that you were awesome when you didn’t see Wenger, pointing out Jiangshan’s words, and he was short of personally teaching Wenger how to beat Ferguson and Mourinho. What's the difference between this and those keyboard warriors in the future, don't talk about tearing onion on the Internet, his father doesn't pay attention to tearing onion, and when he sees a real person, he will immediately turn into a dog licking "Principal Wang" and "Principal Wang" wagging his tail.

Besides, Wenger is angry when he is angry, Wang Hao still believes in Wenger's character, he will not be as knowledgeable as a brat, Ibrahimovic is so talkative and I don't see what Wenger did to Ibrahimovic, he still kicked him in Italy It's booming.

Although I can't compare with Ibrahimovic's situation at the time, but now he is a broken youth player contract. The binding force of the youth player contract is almost nothing. Metz's brain is pumped to target him. Wang Xie can leave if he is unhappy. , even the Lyon youth team will embrace him, the core midfielder of the youth league championship team.

Besides, his talent is visible to the naked eye, and he is not weaker than Pjanic at all. In the future, Pjanic will leave a huge sum of 750 million euros when he transfers. For a small workshop like Metz who can't afford two air tickets, how many million euros can Wenger's face be worth?Go dreaming!
Unless Wenger is willing to make up the money to Metz in the transfer, maybe his face will still be useful, but can Wenger be willing to buy players at a premium in the transfer market?
Wang Ji expressed doubts.

He is not afraid at all, Wenger's character is guaranteed, Metz is also a small probability event against him, and he has countermeasures himself, so Wang Hao is not afraid of what Pierre said at all, he thinks the little old man is too worried No, I always feel that some troublemaker wants to harm him.

The little old man's French was urgent and fast, just like Teme Gatlin's, and Wang Xi was upset when he heard it.

"A teacher for one day and a father for life..." Even if he was upset, he was unwilling to argue with Pierre at this time. The little old man has a bad temper. Don't make him angry. He took off the blanket, tilted his head to one side and fell asleep.

Pierre wasn't affected at all, and couldn't stop without an audience, with a worried look on his face, just like an old mother teaching her son not to go to Internet cafes...

The return journey was more troublesome than the previous one. There were too few direct flights from London to Metz, and the tickets were bought on the spur of the moment. There was no way to fly directly back to Metz.

The two took the bus from Charles de Gaulle Airport to Gare de l'Est. The little old man forgot to buy a gift for his wife in London, so he went directly to a store and chose an exotic doll to go back to work.

The doll is the size of a baby, and its eyes occupy half of its face. According to the owner, the eyes of the doll will glow at night.

Wang Hao looked at the little old man sympathetically, it would be better not to buy this broken gift, if Melissa is scared one day she won't tear apart your old bone.

He had been to Pierre's house for dinner. The little old man's wife was named Melissa. From her face, it could be seen that she was a beauty when she was young. According to the little old man, Melissa had Swedish, Dutch, and Belgian blood in a mess. There are a lot of them, anyway, European blood is a hodgepodge, the more mixed the better.

Melissa has only a little bit of Swedish blood, but Wang Ji always feels that she is definitely a direct blood relative of a purebred Viking pirate, not to mention one-eighth, eight times concentrated is almost the same. Pierre is not even a fart in front of Melissa. Don't dare to let it go, Pierre's violent temper may be venting the oppression he received at home.

Pierre took the high-speed train with him, holding the beautifully packaged doll like a baby, and returned to Metz just after dinner.

"Go back to the team. I've been out for a few days. If you don't go home, Melissa will think of me like crazy. When you get a girlfriend, you will understand how clingy women are, and you can't get rid of them. "Pierre said with a look of disgust.

Wang Wei quietly looked at his teacher bragging, wanted to have fun but didn't dare to, for fear that the little old man would become angry, so he had to turn his head to the side and nodded, saying: "Go back quickly, and help me give Melissa a treat. "

Looking for a place to settle lunch, Wang Hao was too lazy to toss, and went straight to the training ground with his backpack on his back, not even returning to the dormitory.

After picking up the car and arriving home, Pierre walked in lightly.

"came back?"

Hearing his wife's voice, Pierre shuddered and almost dropped the thing in his hand.

He immediately put on a smiling face, and presented the beautifully packaged doll as if offering a treasure: "The gift I bought for you in London is said to be a specialty of Ethiopia."

Melissa, who took the doll, glanced at it, threw it aside, and spoke with a half-smile.

"Hey, you are amazing now. You dare to deal with such a big matter after going abroad for a few days. You only called me when you arrived in London. Did you inform me? Thank you for remembering me."

"Alai is going to try out, am I worried?"

Pierre rubbed his hands flatteringly.

"You have to follow the trial training. It can't work without you? If you want to be so capable, why didn't you go to Downing Street to discuss the international situation with the Prime Minister."

"The main thing is that Alai is only 15 years old. Don't you like him a lot, what if something happens to you?"

Melissa slapped the sofa, and the puppet box on the side was shaken up: "Did I tell you not to let you go, but you didn't make a sound, and you only woke up to make a call in the middle of the night, don't you know?" Knowing that someone at home is worried, I thought you, an old bastard, were pushed off the subway..."

As Melissa began to wipe away tears, Pierre smiled wryly.

No matter which country, the ultimate weapon of a woman is to cry, make trouble and hang herself.

He promised again and again that he would not do it again in the future. After coaxing Melissa, Pierre sat on the chair in the study with a tired face.I poured myself a glass of wine, looked through the team information, and threw the folder aside in a daze after a while.

In the evening Melissa cooked him a big meal.

Pierre wanted to watch the news, so he turned on the TV and the figures kept running up.

"Damn old guy, it looks like you've reached the end of your life."

Pierre muttered and took a few shots on the TV, and the picture finally returned to normal.

Channel 4 is playing an old movie, "The Spring of the Cow Herding Class". On the screen, the teacher played by Gérard Junod is earnestly enticing on the podium: Never say never, there is always a new world waiting for you to contact...

Seeing this, Pierre couldn't sit still any longer, got up, put on his clothes and walked out.

"Where are you going, don't you have dinner yet?"

"You eat first, don't worry about me, I'll go to the team..."

After a while, Melissa heard the sound of the old Renault engine starting.

Pierre was a little worried about Wang Ji.

When he came back, he educated Wang He all the way. A child as old as Wang He was in the rebellious period. Even though Wang He was more mature than ordinary children, he was only 15 years old after all, and he wanted to go to the dormitory to have a look.

Stepping on the accelerator all the way, he took the half-hour drive to 15 minutes.

Before arriving at the dormitory, when passing the training ground, he heard the "bang bang" sound of kicking a football.

Under the night, a figure ran to pick up the ball and placed it at the top of the penalty area.

No run-up, just exert force on the spot, swing your arms and lift your legs.

boom,
The ball arced past the training dummy and flew directly into the goal...

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