Football: The national football team was expelled and rewarded with a long-range goal card

Night

Lying in bed, An Lan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

After reading the report given by Duan Xuan, he went to a domestic website to read it in detail.

After that, he felt very upset and uncomfortable.

Because he was one of them before.

Among the fans who went to the sit-in protest this time, middle-aged people and college students each accounted for half.

So you say, those middle-aged men who have experienced many vicissitudes of life, don't they know that their protest is like an ant trying to shake a tree?

The best way to rectify the national football team is of course to change the term.

This way, at least players with immediate combat effectiveness can get a chance first.

Then slowly, for example, implement a five-year youth training plan like the Tank Country.

But facing the interests and power in that position, it is impossible to achieve it by just sitting in.

Of course these fans know, but they still do it.

This is also the second time that An Lan feels his incompetence after escaping from the vortex of Dragon Country football.

"My influence is not enough now. If I speak out rashly, it will only alert the enemy."

"At least I have to wait until I have a few championships and the Golden Ball before..."

"But..."

Just when An Lan was struggling whether to speak out, a jade arm hugged him from behind.

Ma Shufan's gentle voice sounded in An Lan's ears.

"Why are you still awake? Are you still worried about Longguo?"

"Well, it won't work if they do this. Those middle-aged fans are likely to lose their jobs."

"What do you want to do?"

"I originally wanted to speak out when I have a certain reputation, but now they are making such a fuss, I can't just sit there and do nothing."

"Then even if you publicly support them now, will it be useful?"

"No, because I don't have any solid honors now."

"But you still want to do something, even if it alerts the enemy?"

"Yes."

Hearing An Lan's firm tone, Ma Shufan sighed in his heart.

She pressed her face against the man's back, hugged him and said softly: "No matter what you do, I support you."

......

Early the next morning, An Lan asked Magath for leave.

Magath also knew about some things about Longguo football.

He saw that his apprentice's mind was not clear, and knew that even if he was forced to stay, An Lan's performance on the field would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, he generously granted An Lan 10 days of vacation!

As long as he came back before the next game, which was against Hertha Berlin on September 13.

An Lan bought a ticket back to Longguo that day, and then boarded the plane with Raiola and Ye Fan.

At 1 a.m. Yanjing time, the three arrived at the Capital International Airport.

After checking into the hotel, Ye Fan took out his laptop and began to collect the latest information.

Raiola contacted domestic companies that wanted to sign endorsement contracts with An Lan to see if they could get some help.

An Lan himself called the industry insiders who he thought were okay.

The first person he called was Shao Jiayi, who had helped him before.

"Hello, Brother Shao?"

"An Lan? Wait for me, don't hang up."

On the other end of the phone, Shao Jiayi's voice was a little surprised, followed by a burst of noise.

After a long while, the noise disappeared.

"An Lan, why did you call me suddenly?"

"Thank you, Brother Shao, for what happened last time."

"Hey, it's been so long and you still remember that. Lan, you've been through it too, and you should know that we are also helpless. Take you for example, if you didn't have this ability, wouldn't you even have food to eat now? But you have it and we don't, isn't it for the sake of earning a few dollars!"

"Um, Brother Shao, do you know what happened recently?"

"Of course, this matter is quite a big deal. We have held several video conferences and strictly warned everyone not to accept interviews recently and not to talk nonsense."

"You... don't want to..."

"Hey brother, I won't say anything for now. My teammates called me. Come to Cottbus when I have time and treat you to dinner. Hang up."

Beep beep beep...

An Lan's heart sank when the blind tone came.

Shao Jiayi is also playing football in the Tank Country, for the Bundesliga team Energia Cottbus.

An Lan is sure that Shao Jiayi has noticed something and doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

But even he, who was far away in the Tank Country, didn't dare to get involved, and those domestic players... I'm afraid there's no hope.

An Lan, who didn't give up, still chose to give it a try.

He didn't reveal the news that he had returned to China.

He called the numbers one by one, and when they first heard it was him, they were very surprised, but they were also enthusiastic enough.

But as long as An Lan mentioned what happened in the past two days, they kept silent, and some even hung up the phone directly.

Half an hour later, the phone ran out of battery, and still no onePeople helped him.

On the other side, Ye Fan shouted from time to time, looking very angry.

Seeing An Lan sitting there dejectedly, he came over and explained the information he had collected one by one.

"Brother Lan, things have been quite a big deal in recent days."

"These fans are from all walks of life, and the leader is a company boss who is quite rich."

"Others also worked together to expand this matter in various ways."

"But the price is not small!"

Ye Fan handed the laptop to An Lan.

"Look at the first one, he is considered a middle-level manager, but the company has cooperation with some people from the Football Association."

"That group of people directly contacted his boss."

"The company boss called and told him to get out, and the uncle said a few words and was fired."

"And these college students, their faces were also photographed by reporters, and the school found out."

"The school directly put pressure on them, and they will be fired if they continue to interfere!"

"Most other industries are like this. The group of people in the Football Association are very cunning, and they are using a decapitation tactic."

"They are targeting the fans who played a role in this action!"

Sure enough, the means are here!

An Lan's face was as dark as water, looking at the middle-aged people who lost their jobs because of him, and his anger was about to burst out.

"Most of the backbones of the action in the past two days have left. The building materials boss V also had to buy some supplies and leave because of problems in his company."

"The leader now is a fan named A."

"He is very generous, contributing money and effort, and even hired some big brothers from the construction site to sit in and pay them daily wages."

Raiola on the side heard it and interrupted: "Then we can contact this A. He dared to do this with V's previous experience."

"It can be seen that he is not afraid of the Football Association's dirty tricks, and he must be your loyal fan!"

An Lan: "Okay, then let Ye Fan go to the scene tomorrow to see what's going on, join a group or something, and then contact him."