Super System Football Superstar

It wasn't until they reached the far end of the entire field that O'Neill and O'Neill had straddled that he picked up the ball alone and started his own warm-up training.

Liu Dongdong took a deep look, and thanked Guanggu again in the depths of his heart. The next second, his eyes fell on the face of O'Neill who was not listening because no one was listening, and said in a low voice with flickering eyes. : "Everything, let me start by defeating you!"

A yellow ball rolled towards the grass quickly, and Liu Dongdong, who was full of blood, didn't even look at it. He swung his foot high and pulled it out heavily.

The speed of the ball is like a speeding shell.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Liu Dongdong immediately heard a cry full of pain, "Liu Dongdong, what are you doing? Why did you kick me directly in the face? It hurts so hard."

"Ah! I'm sorry, Victory, I didn't mean to"

Liu Dongdong, who was immersed in high fighting spirit, was dumbfounded all of a sudden, trotted up, and apologized unbearably for a while.

Xiangbei City.

XXX Club.

"dong dong dong"

Taking two deep breaths, Wang Shaobo, with hesitation on his face, finally raised his arm and knocked lightly on the thick mahogany door.

As a football coach in charge of team training and competition, he has always been deeply disgusted by the fat, disgusting, profit-seeking face of the team manager.

If it is not necessary, even if he works in the same building every day, he doesn't even want to see him.

"Who! Come in!"

Wang Shaobo pushed open the door, walked in, and immediately locked onto the fat man he hated the most.

At this very moment, this fat-bellied guy was sitting on the sofa with a relaxed expression on his face, smoking a cigarette with his legs crossed, and reading a magazine.

That magazine is still colorful, especially in the middle colors of red, yellow and blue.

"Hey, rare customer, our very busy person, why did you have the opportunity to come to me today? Didn't I read it wrong?" Manager Gao raised his neck, Erlang's legs were raised higher, no matter his expression or tone, he was full of slowness. Narrow.

As a profit-seeking businessman, observing words and demeanor is an instinct he has cultivated since he was a child.As the head coach of the team, Wang Shaobo hates him so much, how could he not notice it at all.

So, in the same way, in his heart, he also hates Wang Shaobo very, very much.However, Ming has only a fat face, but he can change the hypocritical mask as he likes. He has always concealed it very well, and he has never been as outgoing as Wang Shaobo, who has a straightforward personality.

If an outsider who does not know the details sees the two of them for the first time, he will definitely think that Manager Gao, as the team manager, is very, very satisfied with the team's head coach Wang Shaobo, and on the contrary thinks that Wang Shaobo is a little arrogant and self-righteous.

Wang Shaobo tried his best to control his mood, showing a barely pretty smile.

After a few polite words, he sat opposite to Manager Gao.

"Do you want to smoke? By the way, I forgot that you never smoked." Manager Gao stretched out his short, fat and round arms, grinned a few times, and took them back.

"Manager Gao, I have heard a lot of gossip recently. It seems that many teams are very interested in Gao Bingbing, many of them are from the Chinese Super League, and there are even giants."