Football Modifier

Lao Li turned around and looked around, and found that he was indeed the only one standing in front of the young lady. He was very curious. Could it be that this pink and tender boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was actually a "blue traitor" who worshiped his enemies from all over the world? ?

"Xiao Zheng...guy, do you know who I am?" Lao Li tried his best to pretend to be pure, smiling like a strange man who abducted Shota.

"You are Mr. Rice Tong, the head coach of Real Madrid. I also know that you are the first Chinese coach to coach abroad." Faced with Lao Li's slightly teasing question, Xiao Zhengtai was unambiguous and raised his head proudly. : "Because I am Chinese too!"

Well, Lao Li took a closer look and found that the little guy did have a yellowish look between his eyebrows and eyes, but the black hair was like many foreign children, hanging down softly and covering his ears. It was this The very Westernized hairstyle deceived Li Tongfan's first impression, but it is not very accurate to say that he is a pure Chinese. Xiao Zhengtai should be a product of a combination of Chinese and Western - a mixed race!

Hehe, he turned out to be a "half-blood rice bucket". In this case, Lao Li took the paper and pen from the little guy's hand without any ceremony, and signed his name with flying colors.

Who knew that the little guy looked at Lao Li's signature, frowned and was still not satisfied: "Mr. Fantong, can you leave your contact information... If not, your email address is fine. I am your crazy admirer. …”

Children's words are the truest!

Lao Li, whose vanity was greatly admired, did not hesitate to leave his email address. As a high-quality idol of the new generation, Li Tongfan once again showed a pure smile to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Hey, Jiji, come over and work quickly, we're going to get scolded!" A foreign kid from a distance shouted.

"I know," the little guy turned his head and agreed, carefully put the notebook with Lao Li's signature and contact information into the big pocket behind his butt, turned around, ran for two steps, and then turned back to Lao Li and said One sentence: "My name is Jiji, Mr. Rice Bucket!"

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

This scene was just a small interlude. Lao Li was blowing the cool air under the night sky in the stadium. Feeling a little cold, he turned around and walked to the locker room! After the Hammers have finished bathing, the team will immediately have to return to the hotel to rest. The schedule at the end of November is tight, and Real Madrid will be greeted by the Madrid Region derby three days later.

When he arrived at the door of the locker room, Li Tongfan was surprised to find that there was silence inside. What's going on? Have the Hammers left early? It's true that my uncle can't stand it, but my aunt can't stand it. It's so unorganized and undisciplined!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, a golden liquid sprayed in front of him. The strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the locker room, and a huge burst of cheers broke out. Old Li wiped a few handfuls on his face in embarrassment, and it was clear that I vaguely saw Golden Wolf Guti holding a champagne bottle towards him with both hands, while the other hammers clapped their hands and smiled evilly...

My uncle's property 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 of firepower. There was a joyous exclamation in the Real Madrid dressing room!

The Chelsea players packed up and walked by, looking at each other and shrugging. There was nothing they could do, celebrating is the privilege of the winner!

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Although it was a meaningless UEFA Champions League group stage match, the magical victory made everyone extremely excited. After returning to the hotel, Li Tongfan finally used the authority of the head coach to suppress the Hammers' celebration and forced Players who have too much energy go back to their rooms to rest!

The itinerary has been arranged. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, everyone will fly back to Madrid, Spain, to prepare for the upcoming away game against Atletico Madrid. The opponent is Real Madrid's century-old enemy. In a sense, this game is the most important game for 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. Damn it, that unscrupulous thing came to disturb the employees' sleep so late? I have to go to work tomorrow!

Opening the door, there was a very handsome hotel waiter!

"Hello, is this Mr. Rice Tong?"

"Huh?" Lao Li nodded. Is it possible that even the hotel waiters are "stupid"? Is Labor really so charming now, with fans all over Europe and beyond?

"Sorry to disturb your rest, there is a very important guest who wants to see you, please be sure to come over!" The waiter said very sincerely, with a hint of panic on his face!

Lao Li understands that in a five-star hotel like this, the rules are strict. It is absolutely unforgivable to knock on the door without greeting the guests, but why did the waiter come resolutely? There are only two explanations: either this guy didn't want to do it anymore and deliberately waited for him to sue the front desk, or he took the 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. It's not easy for a small waiter to earn extra money. It would be unethical to sue for such a small amount of time. Besides, Lao Li also wants to know the fate of this customer who wants to see him. Who is it? It seems that I don’t have any relatives or classmates in England?

"Lead the way!"

The waiter sang out a sigh of relief, secretly thanking himself that the mad coach in the media's mouth was easy to talk to, otherwise he would have lost his hard-earned job. God bless the kind-hearted madman Li to win every battle!

The place to go is very close to Lao Li's room. It is an ordinary guest room after turning a few corridors. Lao Li looked up and saw the door number: 2014!

Dongdong!

The waiter knocked on the door, turned sideways to signal Lao Li to go in, and turned around and left! A middle-aged foreign uncle in a suit and leather shoes stood in the door, holding the handrail and nodding to signal Lao Li to come in.

Ah? Uncle, are you kidding me? I don't know you, why are you asking me to come in?

At this moment, a clear and magnetic baritone came from inside: "Oh, dear Mr. glutton, I'm glad you can come here, 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 just mentioned, even if Lao Li is a bit thick, he can't help but be a little stunned. How could it be this gentleman?

Not only an important guest, but a very important guest!

A foreign man who looks very ordinary, with a short yellow beard on his face and a bit thick, not tall, so ordinary that if he is put in a crowd, no one will take a second look at him, but this man in his forties with a shy smile has become almost known to everyone in the British Isles because of football!

Roman Abramovich!!!

The owner of Chelsea!

The owner of Stamford Bridge!

The richest man in Russia!

The capital tycoon ranked 15th in the Forbes world rankings!!!

Old Li complained bitterly. His first reaction was to think about whether he had been seen when he came here just now. The damn Russian played this trick to set him up. It was a pity that he had vowed in front of more than a hundred reporters and the crazy uncle a few hours ago that he would not coach Chelsea. If the paparazzi saw this scene, it would be like yellow mud smeared in the crotch of the pants - it would be shit if it was not shit!

"Mr. Lump, please sit down!" Abramovich has probably been in the UK for a long time. His every move is elegant. It is impossible to tell that this man who looks like the uncle next door is actually a black-hearted businessman who made his fortune by smuggling and selling oil!

At this point, it was too late for Old Li to give up, so he had to sit down and see what the uncle next door wanted to do! Someone around him immediately brought a strong coffee, which was the Blue Mountain bitter coffee that Old Li liked. It seems that Abramovich really spent a lot of effort for this meeting today!

Does the uncle next door really want me to coach Chelsea? Just because he defeated Mourinho twice in a row? Changing the coach is like changing the knife. Although you have money to play as you want, this is too childish, isn't it?

"Li, I'm sorry to bother you so late. You Chinese have a phrase called getting straight to the point. Frankly speaking, I admire your coaching style very much. Jose can't make the team go further, but you can do it. That's why I'm looking for you."

The praise from the uncle next door made Old Li smile, but it couldn't move the madman's heart. He already had a foundation in Real Madrid, so there was no need to run to rainy London to start a new one. Of course, more importantly, would the FM2007 system "agree" to let him change teams!

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

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

Indeed, for football coaches, the Premier League is heaven. Only in this league can the head coach truly become the boss, 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 tragic knife's typing speed is late again! Or the cheeky football monthly ticket, my hands are cramped, I really tried hard!