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Chapter 137 A Chance to Prove
Pires pulled Portugal aside and took out the copy.

When Portugal saw the content in the copied document, he immediately became furious: "Is Peña crazy? Doesn't he know the current situation of the team, and he recruited a Chinese without saying a word, and he didn't talk to him at all?" I said hello, did he pay attention to me?"

Portugal's reaction was very violent, Pires hurriedly dissuaded him, and turned his head to Yang Luo who was standing in the distance and forced a smile to express his apology.

Yang Luo stood there in the distance, just watched Portugal dancing and yelling loudly, even if he couldn't understand what he was saying, he could probably guess it, but he didn't decide this matter, if you want to blame it, it's yours Sir.

Because of Yang Luo's arrival, the players on the court were talking about it. Through the content of the communication between Portugal and Pires, they also knew Yang Luo's identity, and they couldn't help but become more curious.

After all, on the stage of La Liga, there have never been Chinese people, not even La Liga.

Pires continued to comfort Portugal and said: "Portugal, now is not the time for us to be angry. How do we perform the tasks assigned by the chairman? You said that the other party is coming to your door. Should we make arrangements first?"

"Arrangement? Do you want me to write an unknown Chinese player into our main squad?" Potugal asked emotionally.

"Of course not. Mr. Chairman promised the other party to receive two years of special training here. We can't let him stand there forever." Pires persuaded him kindly.

Potugal glanced at Yang Luo, pinching his waist with his hands, he felt his head was going to explode, and when the team was in the most difficult time, there was another Chinese, not only could not help, but also had to take care of him. But for two years, he felt like he was going crazy.

"In addition, the team's performance is bad now, and many media are bombarding us, and the fans have great opinions on us. If this Chinese player is not properly placed, I am worried that the media and fans will continue to bombard us. I'm afraid it will have a bad impact on us when we go to China, and if Mr. Chairman blames me, I'm worried..."

Portugal knew what the other party was worried about. As the chairman of a team, he has the right to dismiss any player in the team, including the head coach, so Portugal calmed down, exhaled, and said: "Take that The kid is calling."

Pires quickly waved to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo had noticed it a long time ago and hurried over.

Chairman Peña will always do something unexpected, especially in this matter, even if players are exchanged, they should be exchanged with some capable players. Although China is a country with a very poor football foundation, but At any rate, it is necessary to exchange for a player who is about the same height and a little stronger.

But Yang Luo didn't meet any of the standards, and his physical characteristics couldn't be compared with any players on his team.

Seeing Yang Luo clumsily dragging his luggage, Portugal didn't even want to take a second look.

"Yang Luo, this is the head coach of our team, Mr. Miguel Angel Portugal. Of course, you can also call him Portugal." Pires introduced.

Yang Luo nodded and said with a very sincere attitude: "Mr. Potugal, I am Yang Luo from the Zhongneng team. Nice to meet you."

Potugal glanced at Yang Luo, very cold. In his eyes, the Chinese are only good at talking, but they have no real strength.

"How many years have you been playing football?" Potugal asked casually.

"2 months," Yang Luo replied directly.

Potugal and Pires were taken aback, no one would have expected this answer.

Pires thought that Yang Luo had heard it wrong, so he quickly repeated: "Portugal asked how long you have been playing football, did you hear clearly?"

Yang Luo nodded, "Yes, I have only been in contact with football for less than 2 months, and I officially joined Zhongneng the day before yesterday."

At this moment, Portugal and Pires were speechless. The Chinese side sent a super rookie. It seems that they didn't attach much importance to this transaction.

Portugal glared at Pires. This time Pires had no reason to help, but Pires kept hinting that Portugal should control his emotions so as not to do impulsive things.

Potugal tried to suppress his anger and said, "Which position are you in charge of?".

"Midfielder," Yang Luo said, but then added: "A front midfielder is also possible."

Portugal couldn't help shaking his head in his heart. It seems that the Chinese players are really brazen. Portugal doesn't like this kind of guy who speaks outrageously. He doesn't even want to waste a word.

"In my team, I only ask for one thing, obedience, can you do it?" Potugal asked.

Yang Luo nodded, "No problem, I will obey the team's arrangement."

Potugal nodded and said: "From now on, your task is to pick up the ball.

For a guy who has only been in contact with football for less than 2 months, how much he can know about football, so Portugal directly arranged such a task for Yang Luo. He believes that this is the most appropriate way to arrange Yang Luo.

"Pick up the ball!" Yang Luo was taken aback.

Obviously, in his impression, he should not come here to pick up the ball, but come here to receive the top football coaching in Europe. How could he become a picker in the blink of an eye.

Yang Luo tried hard to control his emotions, stepped forward and said: "Mr. Potugal, you seem to have made a mistake. I am not here to pick up the ball, but to play. We have an agreement."

Potugal looked at the kid arguing and shook his head and said, "That's just what the chairman meant, and I'm the coach of the team, so you have to listen to me."

After speaking, he no longer had the patience to waste time on Yang Luo, but walked towards the court.

What's the situation, I came all the way here just to pick up the ball?

Yang Luo hurried to catch up and shouted: "Mr. Potugal, you seem to have made a mistake. The team asked me to come and play, not to pick up the ball..."

Potugal felt as if he was followed by a mosquito, feeling extremely irritable, turned around and pointed at Yang Luo and shouted: "If you don't obey, get out of here."

Yang Luo was stunned for a moment, and his pace slowed down. How could the other party treat him like this? Why didn't he even have a chance to show himself? This is the case with Rongcheng Ye, is it the same for Santander Racing?
Thinking of this, Yang Luo shook his head, and the anger accumulated in his heart exploded in an instant.

"At least you have to give me a chance, why should you arrange for me to pick up the ball."

Potugal's body was startled, and he turned his head abruptly, "You want a chance?"

Yang Luo took a deep breath and said word by word: "Mr. Potugal, I have the strength to enter your first team."

This sentence immediately made Potugal emotional.

He doesn't know how to vent his emotions. A guy who has been in football for less than 2 months, even said that he has the ability to join his first team. If he really has this ability, isn't he a genius? Since he is a genius, he came here to do it Well, why not go to Real Madrid and Barcelona.

After comprehensive consideration, Potugal can only think that the Chinese boy in front of him is just a guy who can talk big.

"Okay, then I'll give you a chance to prove it,"

Yang Luo's eyes lit up immediately, as long as he can prove himself, then he has a chance.

"Kone" Potugal yelled at the crowd on the pitch.

A black player with a short cut, tall, and very strong body ran over quickly with his eyes lit up.

"Kone, this friend from China wants to join the first team. Come and see if he has the ability." Potugal was obviously dissatisfied when he spoke.

Ke Nei was taken aback after hearing this, and opened his mouth wide: "Chinese? You want to come to our first team. I heard it right, right?"

The player next to him named Kone seemed to have a very high impact, but his words made Yang Luo very unhappy. He tried to suppress the fire, but he said in his heart, "Wait, I will make you look good later,"

When Pires saw Kone, his expression darkened immediately, but he still said to Kone, "It's almost enough, take care of this young man."

Kone smiled, he didn't understand the real meaning of Pires taking care of him, he would treat it in the way he took care of him.

"I'll give each of you a chance to attack. Whoever can score the ball will win." After Potugal finished speaking, he stared at Yang Luo. "If you lose, just go and pick up the ball."

Gritting his teeth, Yang Luo shouted, "I won't lose."

Potugal snorted coldly, then took a few steps back.

At this time, the players on the court sat on the ground and watched the show.

Kone stepped on the ball, looked at Yang Luo, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Yang Luo put his luggage aside and took off his jacket. The Rongcheng No. 11 jersey inside suddenly appeared on the court. Seeing Yang Luo's number, the players started talking about it, even though they didn't know the jersey. , but the number 11, the players knew very well that this is a main number, which shows that this kid from China has certain abilities in China, so they are looking forward to it.

Yang Luo threw his coat on the ground and stretched his muscles and bones. He slept on the street last night, which made Yang Luo feel sore all over his body, and his nose flowed out from time to time. Yang Luo was very sensitive to his body, he I know, I have a cold.

At this time, a gust of wind blew on the field, making Yang Luo tremble all over: "Ah Choo~"

Yang Luo couldn't help but sneezed, which made the players sitting on the ground laugh out loud, and even Kone who was opposite couldn't help laughing out loud.

Pires in the distance couldn't help shaking his head.

"Dude, are you alright?" Kone asked.

Yang Luo wiped his nose, walked over and nodded.

Seeing this, Ke Nei's mouth showed an arc, and he took the ball around and rushed towards Yang Luo quickly.

(End of this chapter)