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Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Lao Li turned around and looked around, and found that he was really the only one standing in front of Xiao Zhengtai. He was very surprised. Could this fifteen or sixteen-year-old pink and tender guy be a "blue traitor" who worshiped the enemy?

"Xiaozheng...guy, do you know who I am?" Lao Li tried his best to put on a pure appearance, smiling like a strange sorghum who abducted Zhengtai.

"You are Mr. Idiot, the head coach of Real Madrid. I also know that you are the first Chinese coach to coach abroad." Facing Lao Li's slightly molesting question, Xiao Zhengtai raised his head proudly and unambiguously: "Because I am also Chinese!"

Uh, when Lao Li took a closer look, he found that the little guy really looked like a yellow man between his eyebrows and eyes, but his black hair hung down softly like many foreign children, and the long hair covered his ears. It was this very westernized hairstyle that deceived Li Tongfan's first impression. However, it is not very accurate to say that he is a pure Chinese.

Hehe, it turned out to be a "mixed blood rice bucket". In this case, Lao Li took the paper and pen from the little guy's hand without any hesitation, and signed his name in a frantic manner.

Who knew that the little guy looked at Lao Li's signature, frowned and was still not satisfied: "Mr. Rice Bucket, can you leave your contact information... If you can't, email is fine too, I'm your crazy admirer..."

Tong Yan is the most true!

Lao Li, whose vanity has been greatly admired, left his email address without hesitation. As a high-quality idol of the new generation, Li Tongfan once again showed a pure smile to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Hey, Jiji, hurry up and come to work, we are going to be scolded!" A foreign kid in the distance greeted loudly.

"Got it," the little guy turned his head and agreed, carefully put the notebook with Lao Li's signature and contact information in the big pocket behind his buttocks, turned around and ran for two steps, then turned around and said to Lao Li: "My name is Jiji, Mr. Idiot!"

Watching Gigi run to the other side of the field to pick up the ball with a few kids, Lao Li discovered that this "mixed-race rice bucket" turned out to be a ball boy at Stamford Bridge.

This scene was just a small episode. Lao Li was blowing cool air under the night sky of the stadium. It was a little cold, so he turned and walked to the locker room!After the Hammers finished bathing, the team had to return to the hotel to rest immediately. The schedule at the end of November was tight. Three days later, Real Madrid will face the derby in the Madrid region.

When he came to the door of the locker room, Li Tongfan was surprised to find that there was no sound inside. What's going on?Have the Hammers already left early?Uncle can bear it and aunt can't bear it, so unorganized and disciplined!

Unexpectedly, just when the door was opened, a golden yellow liquid sprayed towards him, and the strong aroma of wine immediately filled the dressing room, and a burst of loud cheers erupted, and Lao Li wiped a few on his face in embarrassment, through which he vaguely saw Golden Wolf Guti holding a champagne bottle in his hands, and other hammers clapping their hands and laughing badly...

My lord, I was attacked!

Lao Li immediately snatched the champagne bottle from Guti's hand with lightning speed, shook it vigorously a few times, and launched an indiscriminate and all-round coverage firepower attack. There was a joyous exclamation in the Real Madrid dressing room!

The Chelsea players packed up and walked by, looked at each other and shrugged, no way, celebration is the privilege of the winner!

……

Although it was a UEFA Champions League group match that had lost its meaning, the miraculous victory made everyone extremely excited. After returning to the hotel, Li Tongfan finally used the authority of the head coach to suppress the celebration of the Hammers and forced the players with excess energy to go back to their rooms to rest!

The itinerary has been arranged. At 11 o'clock tomorrow, everyone will fly back to Madrid, Spain to prepare for the upcoming away game against Atletico Madrid.The opponent is the century-old enemy of Real Madrid. In a sense, this game is the most important event of Real Madrid in November!

As the head coach, Lao Li shamelessly enjoys the privilege of living in a single room. After taking a shower, he was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door!Li Tongfan looked up at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, his uncle, that wicked thing came to disturb labor and management at such a late hour?People have to go to work tomorrow!

Open the door, there is a very handsome hotel waiter!

"Hello, is this Mr. Rice Bucket?"

"Huh?" Lao Li nodded. Could it be that even the waiters in the hotel are also "rice buckets"?Is labor and capital really so attractive now that fans have spread all over Europe and abroad?

"I'm sorry to interrupt your rest, there is a very important guest who wants to see you, please make sure to come over!" The waiter said very sincerely, with a little panic on his face!

Lao Li understands that a five-star hotel like this has a strict system, and it is absolutely unforgivable to knock on the door without a guest's greeting, but why did the waiter come here resolutely?There are only two explanations: either this guy didn't want to do it and deliberately waited to sue the front desk, or he took a tip from the so-called "important guest"!Judging from the waiter's expression, it should be the latter.

Lao Li’s principle has always been to make things convenient for others, and it’s not easy for a small waiter to earn extra money. It would be too wicked to sue for such an hour. Besides, Lao Li also really wants to know who this guest who wants to see him is, as if he doesn’t have any relatives or classmates in England?

"Lead the way!"

The waiter sang loudly, secretly rejoicing that the lunatic coach in the media's mouth was still easy to talk to, otherwise the hard-won job would have been lost.God bless good-hearted lunatic Li Bai Zhan Bai Zhan!

The place to go is very close to Lao Li's room. It is an ordinary room after turning a few corridor corners. Lao Li looked up and looked at the house number: 2014!

dong dong!

The waiter knocked on the door, turned sideways to indicate that Lao Li could go in, and turned to leave by himself!A middle-aged foreign man in a suit and leather shoes stood inside the door, holding the handrail and nodding to signal Lao Li to come in.

ah?Uncle, did you make a mistake, I don't know you, so you're asking me to come in?

At this moment, a clear and magnetic baritone voice came from inside: "Oh, dear Mr. Rice Bucket, I'm glad you can come, I think we will have a pleasant conversation!"

It turned out that the person at the door was not the real owner, Li Tongfan nodded to the foreigner at the door, and walked into the room!Waiting to see the "important guest" that the waiter said just now that he wanted to see him, no matter how nervous Lao Li was, he couldn't help being a little dazed, how could it be this man?

It's not just an important guest, it's a lot of important guests!

A foreign man who looks very ordinary, short yellow beard on his face is a bit thick, not tall, so ordinary that if he is put in a crowd, no one will take a second look, but this smiling and even a bit shy man in his 40s has almost reached the point where all women and children in the British Isles know him because of football!

Roman Abramovich! !

Owner of the Blues Chelsea!

Masters of Stamford Bridge!

The richest man in Russia!

The 15th largest capital crocodile in the Forbes world rankings! ! !

Lao Li kept complaining, and his first reaction was to recall whether he had been seen when he came here just now. The dead Russian played this game completely to make himself dance. Fortunately, a few hours ago, he had sworn in front of more than a hundred reporters and crazy uncles that he would not coach Chelsea.

"Mr. Idiot, please sit down!" Abu guessed that he had been in the UK for a long time, and his every move seemed to be personable. He couldn't tell that this man who looked like an uncle next door was actually a black-hearted businessman who made his fortune by smuggling and selling oil!

Now that things have come to an end, it's too late for Lao Li to make a choice, so he has to sit down and watch which play the uncle next door wants to act in!Someone beside him immediately served strong coffee, which was the bitter blue mountain coffee that Lao Li likes. It seems that Abu really took a lot of painstaking efforts to meet today!

Does the uncle next door really want labor to coach Chelsea?Just because he defeated Madman Mu twice in a row?Changing coaches is like changing knives, although you can play whatever you want if you have money, but this is too much fun, right?

"Li, I'm sorry to bother you so late. You Chinese have a word called straight to the point. Frankly speaking, I admire your coaching style very much. Jose has no way to make the team go further, but you can do it. That's why I came to you."

The absurd praise of the uncle next door made Lao Li smile, but it couldn’t impress the lunatic’s sullen heart. He already had a solid foundation in Real Madrid, and there was no need to go to London to start anew. Of course, the more important thing was, would the FM2007 system “promise” to play in another team?

But the uncle next door seemed to be very patient and seduced Lao Li: "You are a coach with magical powers, but only in the Premier League and Chelsea can you get all the rights you can get as a head coach, instead of being just an ordinary club employee who arranges tactics and leads training like in Spain..."

Obviously, the uncle next door is a brilliant negotiator, and he grasped the essence of the problem to the point.

Indeed, for football coaches, the Premier League is paradise.Only in this league, the head coach will truly become the BOSS, become the real power manager of the club, and have the opportunity to buy and sell players and build a team according to his own ideas and blueprints! ——

The coding speed of the tragic knife is too late again!It's still a monthly ticket for the cheeky ball, my hands are cramping, I really worked hard!

(End of this chapter)