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"One more thing," Zhou Wen said, quietly observing Ivan's face, with a hint of embarrassment in his expression, "Chelsea lost to Manchester United 5-6 on penalties and did not win the championship."

She shook the quilt for Ivan, and touched his forehead gently.

She added: "But the lads have been great, they played 4-4 before the penalty shootout. Terrible numbers, it was a very good game."

Ai Wen listened quietly, feeling a little lost in his heart.I feel sorry for Chelsea who have missed the Champions League for several seasons, feel sorry for his respected husband and club owner Abramovich, and feel sorry for myself not being able to experience the finals.

Not only did he miss this Champions League final, but he probably missed it for the rest of his life.

If he had to say the most unwilling thing in his heart, it would probably be this.

Just not satisfied with this?

how is this possible.

A voice shouted in his ear, European champion, your ambition is more than that, you clearly want to be a world champion, you clearly want to run on the field!

You clearly hate that green field!

But he didn't say anything in the end, just smiled quietly: "I see, thank you. As for the captain and the others, I seem to have heard their voices before."

Zhou Wen explained: "They said to buy you a gift."

"The doctor said you need to rest quietly, so they left, do you want to sleep for a while?" Gray's cold voice sounded.

Ai Wen shook his head, he had slept for several days, and now he had no pajamas, and he was very energetic.

Zhou Wen said lovingly and could not refuse: "Then let's take a moment. I'll ask your mother's assistant to help bring the soup. Your teammates haven't come back yet, so we won't bother you."

Gray took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her assistant, asking her to drive over, be smart when she comes, and don't go through the gate.

Ivan closed his eyes obediently, and simply went to study the VAR system.

The system interface is very simple, showing his current physical condition, age, occupation and other basic information.

Name: Alvin DeWitt

Age: 19

Physical condition: unhealthy

Occupation: Player (with reservations)

Achievements: European Golden Boy, Premier League title, FA Cup title

Items currently available: None

Emotional experience: no

Talent skill: dynamic vision (cooling time 30 seconds, no use limit)

"..." It looks like a lot of information.

Aiwen quietly opened his eyes, and while the two ladies were not paying attention, he cast his eyes on a vase placed on the window sill, trying to feel the so-called "innate skill".

The moment his vision focused on the vase, his sight seemed to no longer follow a straight line, but he could observe the vase from various angles!

Aiwen's brain turned rapidly, what's the use of this talent?For a player, it is somewhat useful, especially for a player who organizes an offense. He can observe the player's position on the field from the perspective of God like playing live football, and find the best line more conveniently and quickly. attack path.

But he may be facing retirement.

This talent has become a display?

[System, are you there? ]

[The VAR generation is at your service. 】

[What is the current existing item? ]

[When the host achieves the achievement that can be recognized by the system, some items of the host will be randomly rewarded. 】

That's probably the same as the novice gift pack just now.

[So what do I need to do? ]

【…】

Ivan asked again, but the system still didn't answer him.

...Maybe this system is not smart enough.

【The host please don't doubt the functionality of the system, thank you for your cooperation. 】

"..."

While Aiwen was still thinking about the usefulness of dynamic vision, he was interrupted by deliberately light footsteps outside the door.

The door was pushed open gently.

are you asleep?The probing teammate mouthed Zhou Wen.

Ai Wen moved his head, and Zhou Wen shook his head slightly at them.

The eyes of several players with an average height of 1.8 meters [-] suddenly brightened, and then they became entangled, giving way to each other, but refused to be the first to come in.

Gray watched their embarrassment with cold eyes, the phone screen lit up, and the assistant said that she had entered the hospital with an insulated box.

She got up slowly and walked slowly to the door with an elegant and calm demeanor.Everyone who was staring wide-eyed suddenly shuddered, and was startled by the strong woman's aura and spontaneously moved out of the way.

Afterwards, everyone watched her leave with reverent eyes.

Drogba touched his chin and sighed, "Hey, is this Ivan's mother?"

Several people swallowed the answer silently: Yes, it's a good thing that Aiwen is not like her, otherwise they would probably be frozen to death often.

I don't know how Aiwen cultivated such a soft temper?This group of naive players sighed with emotion.

Still too young.

In the future, they will be slapped in the face by reality.

Walk around and see your teammates.

A few people with very simple brain circuits entered one file at a time. The people in the front were holding various flowers, and the people in the back brought a bunch of food.

"Ivan~" Cech greeted, as a striker and a goalkeeper, since the two had been feeding each other in the team, the two of them had the closest relationship, so he simply took the lead.

"Feeling better?" He sat down carelessly, with a black helmet on his head, which was particularly conspicuous in a group of people.

Ai Wen blinked: "I feel better now. Thank you for visiting me. I also brought so many gifts~~"

"Hey, hey, you're welcome if you're a brother," Cech said, unpacking a large pack of snacks he bought, "Let me show you, these are all delicious to me, and you will definitely like them..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stared at.

Terry was speechless: "Is this something the wounded can eat?"

Everyone buys supplements, but he buys snacks.

Zhou Wen smiled: "It's okay, I can eat it when Ai Wen is well."

Petr Cech: "Exactly! Grandma is absolutely right! As a wounded man, I know the wounded the best. These are the things I really want to eat but can't eat. I will be in pain when I can take off this thing on my head next year." Have a hearty meal!" Ai Wen's grandmother is their grandmother, so there is nothing wrong with calling them!

"You think everyone is like you."

"Hahahahaha!!" Everyone laughed.

Zhou Wen looked at his helmet with concern: "How is your recovery, son." She knew that the other party had a fractured skull the year before, and she had been wearing this hat for two years.

Cech is also very difficult. In the past few seasons, he has played with injuries, not only head, but also shoulder injuries.He played bravely in the Champions League final and saved Ronaldo's penalty. He is a good boy who makes people admire and feel distressed.

Cech grinned: "The doctor said I'm recovering well, but wearing it is really a hindrance. It's okay to keep warm in winter, but it's a little breathless in summer."

"No, no, it's good for you to wear it, at least as far as I know, a lot of girl fans remember you because of your 'hat'."

"Hey! Isn't it because of my handsome face?"

Lampard gave him a basin of cold water: "Think of Martina, tank soldier."

"Tankman" is Cech's nickname because he wears a cool helmet so named.

When the name of his wife with a very good relationship was mentioned, Cech was immediately persuaded.

Immediately, he was revived with full blood, triumphantly: "Adela likes her father's hat very much, and often asks me to hug her."

"..." Here it comes again, Xiu's daughter is crazy.

Anelka suddenly said: "Then next time you ask the doctor to change your color, such as pink, and little girls probably like it."

There was another burst of howling laughter in the spacious ward. Those who didn't know it thought it was this group of people who won the championship not long ago.

Everyone tacitly shut up and didn't mention the previous game or Ivan's injury, as if it was just an ordinary chat and joke.

Zhou Wen lovingly looked at the group of young people who were all children in her eyes: "I'll go out to see if Ai Wen's mother is back, you continue to chat. By the way, the water dispenser is over there."

"When Ai Wen is discharged from the hospital, you all come to our house as guests and try the Chinese food I made. Ai Wen has loved it since he was a child."

"Hey! That's great! I'll definitely be there first."

"If you have a good taste, you will have a good taste!"

"Can I bring my family?"

Zhou Wen: "Of course."

"Hahahahaha!" The laughter was about to overturn the roof.

The passing nurse Sefra knocked on the door dissatisfied and walked in: "Please keep your voice down!" She said, glaring at everyone, not afraid of their identities at all.

She turned her head to look at the idol again, her expression changed in a second, as if the vicious look just now was just an illusion of everyone: "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. DeWitt?"

Ai Wen shook his head with a smile: "Not yet, thank you, Miss Nurse."

"Press this button if you need it, and I'll come right away." She said, leaving worriedly.

The room was silent for a moment.

Barack looked at Ivan teasingly: "Excellent charm, young man, I like you."

"To be honest, I think that girl is pretty good, and she has a pretty face. Take care of it, Aiwen, maybe we can have another meal with you in a few days."

"Hahaha~"

Zhou Wen left, and the content of everyone's conversation suddenly became a lot more presumptuous, and unknowingly turned to some strange directions.

Terry raised his forehead.

"Captain, sir?" Ivan looked at the calm captain.

"Oh, I haven't had time to tell you yet. Mister's agent is already discussing the breakup with the club officials..." The captain's smile faded, "I called him and said you were awake. He asked us to come and visit You are fine, he will not come over, and asked me to bring you a message, saying that we will have a meal together after you recover."

Ai Wen nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Terry hesitated for a while, and then asked, "What are your plans in the future?" The group of reporters outside the door were still standing guard.

"I'm going to announce my retirement." Ivan smiled, as if he was talking about what to eat for lunch today.

"..." Everyone was shocked by his frank words.

"What are you doing looking at me like that? Why, I've been lying down for a few days, isn't it handsome?"

Cech swallowed hard: "No, you are still the face value of the whole team."

"Are you sure?" The older players put away the carefree look they had deliberately created just now.

"Well. Look at my legs, they probably won't allow me to continue kicking." Ai Wen said calmly.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on his wrapped and sturdy lower limbs.

"Guys, don't put on such an expression, I'm not dead yet," Ivan couldn't help joking as he looked at their expressions that they couldn't bear to look directly at, "The doctor said that I can continue to run and jump in the future. It's just a ball."

"The most important thing is that I am younger than you all, I can go back to study, and I can do more things that you can't do."

"..." There seemed to be a group of older people who were disgusted.

Why doesn't it feel right?

This kid's tone is still a little beating?

Forget it, he is the most injured, so don't care about him.

Wait... Damn, who the hell needs to be comforted?

The old man blushed and was ashamed.

Now that I've said it, the last bit of restraint is gone.

"Study? No, no, no, you shouldn't just be a good baby. Believe me, Ivan, you can go to Hollywood to try your luck, or go to Paris to walk the catwalk...Leave that aside, give me your autograph first, Give a few more, this matter is more important."

"..." Damn this money fan.

Ai Wen was speechless: "No, I think I have other options?"

"for example?"

"What do you think about becoming a referee?" He just remembered the third-level referee certificate that might have accumulated dust in his drawer.

Cech was dumbfounded, and forgot to pick up the empty cup that fell on the ground.

Ballack pondered: "I have an idea." It is not uncommon for some people to be injured and unable to continue playing football and choose to change careers as referees.

The referees in the Premier League’s top leagues are not low in salary. For example, Webber, the famous whistle in England, receives an allowance of more than 8 pounds a year just for law enforcement in domestic games, not counting the travel expenses.UEFA began to implement high salaries this year, and the treatment of referees has been greatly improved.Moreover, referees will have relatively more time, and many referees are just second jobs.

Aiwen is well-known, and he was originally an obedient card in the eyes of the referees. As a forward who is often violated, he never has the cheek to roll around and ask the referees for penalties. It can be said that he has a good record.As long as a big referee is willing to recommend him, it is relatively easy to upgrade.

Cech's focus was miraculously deviated again: "You must be a fair and good referee!" Obviously he also thought of Ivan's good habit of strictly abiding by the rules, and his goals have never been blown away by the referee.

I don’t want to mention the refereeing of the Premier League. When someone mentions the referees of the Premier League, the first thought is: Oh, I know. They have a referee named Clattenburg. I heard that he is wearing blind glasses to referee the game...

If Ivan is serious, they sincerely wish him success and become a clear stream among the blind men in the Premier League.