Legendary Road

"Marco, give me the ball!"

"Shoot!"

"Stop him, don't let him go!"

Yan Jing watched with great interest a group of boys sweating in the training camp. Although the vacation has officially begun, there will always be some diligent children who are willing to give up playing games or resting at night to practice more.

Oh, Royce's passing is getting more and more accurate.Yan Jing saw Bender, who was fighting against Royce on the court and was not at a disadvantage... Uh, is this the younger brother or the older brother?

If Muller's shooting technique could be more refined... Yan Jing rubbed his chin and looked around the field, but found that something seemed to be missing.

... Where's Mario?He should be there for this kind of extra training usually, why didn't I see anyone today?Yan Jing looked around suspiciously, then hooked Royce when the boys stopped to rest.

Royce soon came to Yan Jing, blinked and said, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Mario didn't come today?"

Hearing Yan Jing's question, Royce seemed a little surprised: "Boss, you don't know yet? Mario sprained his ankle during a training session. The team doctor asked him to go home to recuperate. He hasn't come to training for three weeks. gone."

Mario is injured?Yan Jing touched his nose and remembered that he has been busy recently, and he hasn't visited the youth team for a long time.

"I don't know." Yan Jing answered honestly, and then asked with concern, "Is he seriously injured?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Royce said firmly, "Mario called me and said he thinks he'll be fully recovered soon."

"Oh……"

"Boss, if you're still worried, how about going to see him in person?" Royce looked at Yan Jing's worried look, and made his own suggestion, "It happens to be his birthday tomorrow."

"Oh, that's a great idea." So tomorrow is Mario's birthday?Yan Jing took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Today is June 6, Thursday, "Marco, how about you come too?"

"Although I really want to go... But I still have something to do at home tomorrow." Royce said with a smile, "But I have prepared the presents, boss, can you bring them there for me?"

"Help us take it there too, boss?"

Yan Jing turned his head and saw that the group of boys who were laughing and laughing on the lawn just now had all surrounded him at some point.

"We can't play Marco's team without Mario!"

"That's right, let's send some gifts to curry favor with him, shall we?" Mueller was still not serious, "Let Uncle Mario come back and save the world."

"Then what should we give away? How about the latest live game disc?"

"Could you be a little bit more innovative and give him your signed Ronaldinho jersey?"

"Don't even think about it, there's no way!"

Yan Jing happily watched the boys chattering about what to give, and he was also thinking in his heart, which birthday gift would be more suitable for Mario?

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"Baby, your father and I have to work overtime tonight, maybe we will come back later..."

"I know, I know—" Gotze sat on the sofa shaking his feet and said to the phone, "Mom, don't worry, I will never sneak out to play football."

"Glad to have your assurance - but I just wanted to say happy birthday, the present is on your bedside table."

Getze hung up the phone and was about to go to the bedroom to see what gifts he could get, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Who will come this time?Gotze had to suspend his gift-harvesting plan, ran to the door, stood on tiptoe and looked out through the cat's eyes—hey, why is the boss here?

The door of the room was unscrewed immediately, Yan Jing was carrying a large bag of various gifts and smiled at Gotze who was still a little dazed: "Mario, don't you welcome me in?"

Only then did Gotze come back to his senses, and moved away from his body blocking the door: "Boss, what are you doing here?"

"I found you were not there when I went to the stadium yesterday, so I asked Marco, and he said you were injured." Yan Jing put the bag with the gift on the table, "I've been a little too busy recently, and I don't even know about it Son, to express my apologies, I will spare today's time to come and see you."

Gotze blinked and didn't answer, Yan Jing continued: "Of course, happy birthday to you too."

"This is really a surprise." Gotze seemed eager to open the gift, "I never thought that you would know my birthday, boss."

"How's your foot injury?"

Seeing a pile of beautifully packaged gifts in front of him, Gete excitedly unwrapped them, and answered Yan Jing's question casually: "No problem, just a small injury."

Yan Jing got up helplessly and moved closer to Goetze, raised his wrist and hopped on the opponent's smooth forehead, and said with some reproach: "Don't say it so easily, do you know how many players there are just because of one time when they were young? An injury that didn't pay much attention and directly affected the entire career?"

Gotze stopped his hands and rubbed his forehead. The blue ribbon that had not been completely untied was wrapped around his fingers. He avoided Yan Jing's eyes and muttered in a low voice: "It's because I knew that I stayed at home for so long. ah……"

"But you must have played in secret?" Yan Jing knew how much Yige Ce loved football. If he hadn't played for three weeks, then he would not be as well-behaved as he is now, "Don't tell me you three I haven't touched football for weeks, I wouldn't believe it."

"My injury is fine..." Gotze seemed a little guilty.

Yan Jing glanced at it: "Is this what the doctor told you or did you say it yourself?"

"...I'll go for a review tomorrow!"

Seeing Gotze's angry look, Yan Jing didn't continue to delve into this question, he smiled and said: "Which foot did you hurt, let me see the situation?"

"Uh, left foot." Goetze sat down on the sofa, put his left leg on the sofa without much hesitation, picked up his trousers and pointed at his ankle, "It was swollen at the time, but it has subsided now."

Yan Jing bowed down and looked it over carefully, and there was really no sign of injury, so he stretched out his hand and pressed Gotze's ankle: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Gotze is still bitter about this. He complained: "The pain was gone a week ago, but the team doctor insisted on letting me rest for another week. I think I will rust if I don't touch the ball."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, is it?" Yan Jing patted Gotze on the head, "If everything goes well, won't you be able to play football tomorrow? By the way, Thomas wants me to send you a message, telling you to go back and save The earth is killing and killing."

"Of course!"

Getze seemed to be very pleased with these words, and his face burst into a smile again. He immediately searched for the things Yan Jing sent in his bag, and found a box that was not heavy after a while.

"Let me guess what you sent, boss—" Getze weighed it, "It's so light..."

"Why don't you just open it and have a look?"

Gotze is no longer obsessed with guessing right. He quickly pulled off the ribbon that tied the box, and his eyes lit up when he saw another box inside the box: "A limited edition gift box for next season's jersey?"

Yan Jing originally planned to buy a pair of Nike's latest sneakers as a gift yesterday, but when he passed by the Dortmund fan souvenir shop, he saw the gift box that had just been put on the shelves. He had an idea and went to the club to ask someone to help him print his number separately.

Gotze lifted the lid of the box, and there was a No. 10 jersey with "M.GTZE" neatly placed inside, while the attached captain's armband lay obediently aside.

Gotze put his hands on the jersey, traced his name with his fingertips, and hugged the box fondly, smiling, and looked up at Yan Jing: "This gift is really cool, boss, thank you!"

Yan Jing also laughed. Didn't he put all this thought into getting presents just to see the other party's smile like this now?

"As long as you like it, Mario, you are a child of Dortmund."

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"Mr Zorc, I would like to know what our transfer budget and salary cap are for this summer."

In the office, Yan Jing is exchanging views with Zorc on some transfer issues. Although Dortmund has signed Suarez, two people have already been sent away. Next season may face multi-line battles. Yan Jing We think that lineup thickness must be further strengthened.

"Compared to last season, we plan to reduce the total salary of 1000 million euros." Zorc said calmly, "Maybe some players will be dissatisfied because of this, but this is also a solution."

1000 million euros is not a small amount, and there is undoubtedly only one way to cut jobs so quickly and so drastically-cleaning out all the high-paid players in the existing lineup.

"As for the transfer fee, I want to say I'm sorry, the club can't provide you with more transfer funds..." Zorc was also helpless about this, but he then took out one of the many documents on his desk to submit. To Yan Jing, "We can only provide you with these transfer fees at most."

Yan Jing took the document and glanced at it. It was an offer from Mainz for forward Otto Hado.

In other words, Otto's transfer fee is the transfer budget for this summer...

Yan Jing unconsciously rubbed his temple with some headaches: "Is there no other team offering Otto?"

The money that Mainz can pay is not much, because they were promoted to the Bundesliga for the first time and were unfortunately relegated in the past season. Although the whole team is eager to return to the first division, the Bundesliga team can pay After all, money is limited, not to mention your bad situation in Dortmund is well known.

"Recently, I have released some news about his possible transfer through the media, but now I have not received other offers except for Mainz."

"Okay, we can wait and see... By the way, Coentrao is coming to sign the official contract tomorrow?"

"Yes." Zorke glanced at it, "Why? Are you interested in taking a look?"

"No, actually I'm leaving for Moscow tomorrow." Yan Jing smiled, "Although there is no transfer fee, as long as you look carefully, there are still good free players, right?"

"...Could it be that you went to Moscow just for the player you told me about last time?" Zorc seemed uneasy, "But he hasn't played an official game for almost two years, are you sure he can? "

"Of course, he is a player we absolutely cannot pass up."