The Midfield Master

"Uncle Huang, is your tiger-style shot from the Champions League? When your team and Naples met, the two stood in a stalemate for ninety minutes. It was the last time that you kicked Naples back home with a shot. "The little boy broke his fingers and said: "And my father said that your dribbling on the court is very superb, even the world's top defender can't stop your attack."

Since getting on the plane, the little boy has never stopped communicating with Huang Yifei. Huang Yifei can feel that the little boy Sokalia really likes football, and his father is the same. The players who have swept an era are a symbol of the era.

"You've been talking about your father, do you have a favorite star? Maybe next time I meet them, I can still get you an autographed photo?"

Sokalia blurted out: "I like Messi!"

Lionel Messi, Barcelona's head forward, has unparalleled dribbling skills and speed, and is loved by many young fans.

"Messi?"

"Sokalia, how can you trouble others?" The wife scolded with a stern look: "You have been harassing this uncle since you just got on the plane. Did your father teach you everything you did with the bread? have you eaten?"

Next, the little boy sat quietly in his place in the morning, smearing with a paintbrush, as if weaving the future.

As the plane landed steadily, Huang Yifei coughed and stood up. The little boy was still drawing the picture wholeheartedly. The picture shows a football field. The stands of the football field are full of spectators. In the middle of the field is a big trophy. The bloated middle-aged man and the little boy stood behind a player and held up the trophy.

Maybe this is the charm of football!

Purely moved, purely like, without any trace of impurities, Huang Yifei strengthened the New Year in his heart. This lonely battle must be carried through to the end, not for others, but for football.

Huang Yifei turned out a golden medal from his clothes. It was the player's gold medal awarded for his good performance in the World Cup. Although it is not more than the Golden Globe Award, it is also a great honor.

Huang Yifei handed the golden medal to the little boy, pointed to the woman who was still sleeping beside him and whispered: "This is an agreement between me, you and your father."

"Hmm!"

Because Huang Yifei's small act of kindness has created a great French striker in the future. In the next 2018 World Cup, the young boy will shine. He will pressure the top star alone and become the winner of the World Cup with his team.

Huang Yifei got off the plane and took a taxi and went straight to the Getafe Club. He and Rodri had agreed on a time and place. It was in the coffee shop near the Getafe Club.

"Dude, are you Asian?"

When asked by the taxi driver suddenly, Huang Yifei was a little stunned. He nodded and said, "What's the matter? Master?"

"Hi! Isn't that curious? Regret why I didn't learn Chinese back then."

"Chinese?"

Huang Yifei was startled. Everyone in Spain learns either English or French. Few people choose Chinese as a second language.

"You don't know. I told you that I liked a football star a few years ago, but he was banned for ten years for unknown reasons. I just wanted to learn Chinese and I was dissatisfied."

"Football star? Asia? Brother, do you mean Son Xingmin from South Korea? Or Gao Lin or Gao Rong?"

"Tottenham’s Son Xingmin is too young. Although his style is very similar to Ronaldo, he is still inferior to Ronaldo. Isn’t Gao Long? I really admire him. Gao Long’s performance in Manchester United for ten years has been very good, and he was in desperation for the team. It’s often that he can stand up to save Manchester United. As for Gao Lin, his performance in Getafe is quite satisfactory, but they are still a little bit worse."

Huang Yifei can accept that Gao Lin and Sun Xingyu are a bit short, but Gao Long is also a world-class player.

"Who does my brother like?"

"Of course it is Wu Lei!"

Huang Yifei was completely stupid. He just wanted to say that he was Huang Yifei, and he swallowed back what he said.

Too frustrated!

"He is the main force in Spain, brother, why do you like him so much!"

"Hey! You don't understand it! Wu Sanshi looks very weak, but there is a fierceness in his bones. The setbacks in the Espanyol club are only for his experience. When he grows up, he will become the main force of the Spaniard. You will know how good he is."

Unexpectedly, in addition to the Chinese, there are people supporting the newly promoted young player.

Huang Yifei joked: "Brother, I am a player of the Espanyol club, do you need me to ask you for his signature?"

"Hey! Are you arguing with me? Wu Lei's signature is not very valuable? Yedi, do you still want to use the autographed photo with me to pay for the fare? Come to Getafe Club, you are not short of money People, what are you fighting with me haha."

Huang Yifei's face was full of black lines. This taxi driver's eldest brother is really amazing.

A magnificent building caught Huang Yifei's eyes. It has to be said that Getafe Club and Espanyol Club are really tens of thousands of miles away. From the decoration of the club alone, the Spaniards are far behind.

Standing at the hot spot of the club is a man with short brown hair, a black tattoo on his right arm, and a man of his height standing beside him. His black eyes are very easy to identify.

"This is strange. Why does Getafe's head star be a doorman at the club's door? Is there someone coming?"

The taxi driver was talking to himself curiously, smoking a cigarette.

Huang Yifei on the side left a banknote on the seat and got out of the taxi cleanly.

"There are so many weird things today."

The taxi driver murmured.

Then the taxi driver's chin almost fell to the ground, and the passenger who was talking with him strode towards the two big stars in front of the Getafe Club.

"Hi! Huang, I finally waited for you."

There was a slight change in Rodley’s stinky face. The man on the side showed a hint of surprise. You must know that Rodri is Getafe’s main trump card. He has always been alone and has never given anyone a good face. .

Huang Yifei and Rodri gave a light hug and then separated. Rodri pointed at the man beside him and said, "I don't know where he knew that I was going to meet you, and followed me with a face, and I couldn't help it."

Gao Lin!

A frontcourt player who was blown to the sky by Wu Lei, Huang Yifei stretched out his right hand and said with a faint smile: "Hello, my name is Huang Yifei!"