striker cool brother

Chapter 69

"Tonight, I bring you a new song, 'Go all over the England' by singer-songwriter Pixie."

Rossi was lying on the bed in the apartment, playing the radio, and when he heard this new song that he also participated in, he suddenly remembered the agreement with Charlie.

Monday should be the draw for the round of 16 in the Carabao Cup.

At this time the assistant coach has gone to London, waiting for tomorrow's draw ceremony.

Pixie's new song has a cheerful tune and makes people feel happy physically and mentally, but it is not known how the final side of the MV will be.

Before I knew it, the song had finished playing, and Rossi also fell asleep in a daze.

On the second day, the team only had half a day of training time, which was some restorative training, the purpose of which was to allow the players to recover physically and get rid of fatigue.

The physical fitness reserved before the season is not enough to cope with the next game. The challenge facing the Bournemouth team has just begun.

Near noon, the assistant coach returned to the training base from London and said a few words in Eddie Howe's ear, who was a little surprised.

After finishing the training, Rossi went directly to the club's administrative hall, and heard from the office staff that the venue for this match was at his home court.

The opponent has been determined, and the club will start selling tickets tomorrow at the soonest.

Member fans of the home team have long been able to get tickets with good locations. Rossi must greet the insiders before the sale.

And he also heard that the club has an unwritten rule that tickets for key games will be reserved for the main players.

When Rossi stepped into the hall of the Ministry of Political Affairs with one foot, the noisy sound was like the entrance of a vegetable market in the early morning.

"It hasn't been notified yet. If there is a notification, I will tell you as soon as possible and reserve a ticket for you."

"We can't reserve too much this time, because the opponent is a Premier League team, and it's hard to get a ticket, and the higher-ups don't reserve it for us."

"Forget about the west stand this time, really. Tickets here have been sold so high that even I have no right to reserve them."

Isn't it just a League Cup game, as for it?

Is the opponent Manchester United or Chelsea?

"Hello, I'm..." Rossi didn't find the manager who asked for his signature, so he found a staff member nearby.

"Don't look at me, am I busy? The phone keeps ringing every day. They are all here to ask for tickets. I told you to go to the official website to make a reservation." The staff member cursed and was in a very bad mood.

It's no wonder that I was called in early in the morning by all kinds of calls asking for tickets, and they were all relatives and friends. No matter how much I refused, it would be embarrassing.

The man hung up the phone, turned his chair around, and looked at Rosie with his glasses framed over the front of his nose and his black eyes rolled up.

"You..." The man was startled, and said, "Luo, so it's you, the hero of our team."

This Erpilian became fast enough. One second he was cursing, and the next he stood up immediately, smiling all over his face.

"I'm Nkoli from the Administration Department. Why do you come here when you have time? The training is over?"

Rossi nodded and said, "It's over, I'm here because I want a ticket for the game."

Nkoli immediately patted his chest and said, "No problem, is it a ticket for the next game? I can apply here to get you a seat in the front."

It seems that the tickets are not difficult to get, Rossi said: "I want tickets for the English League Cup at the end of next month."

"Union Cup?" Enkoli smiled stiffly, and said, "This...is also easy to handle."

He returned to the desk, turned on the system on the computer, pointed to the outermost position of the court, and said, "There are enough tickets here, I will reserve one for you."

Rossi shook his head, pointed to the area of ​​the west stand, and said, "I want it here."

hiss~
Good guy, I have a big appetite.

Although the club will give players the right to buy tickets, this is a prime location, and only the top executives of the club can enjoy the treatment.

"I'm afraid this won't work." Enkoli said: "How is it here? The viewing angle is very good."

Rossi took a look. Although the position behind the goal can clearly see the route of the ball scoring, after all, he can only see the process of scoring the moment.

It is not very comfortable to watch the whole process.

And there's a risk here, the ball doesn't know when it's going to go behind the goal.

Pixie is a star, it's not good to accidentally hurt her.

"It's too dangerous. She's a girl, so this is the best place." Rossi stared at the position of the west stand, and said, "I don't want this place in the middle, it's fine to give me the corners."

Enkeli was a little embarrassed, and said: "Luo, it's not that I don't give it. There are requirements from above, and all of them have to be reserved here. If you really want, I can help you apply to the above. Do you think it's okay?"

Rossi shook his head. Once he compromised, if he used this excuse later and waited for a reply from above, or just avoided seeing him, it would not be shooting himself in the foot.

Not only can't compromise, but also have to be strong.

"Before I came here, I heard that the main players will get tickets to the West Stand from the club. I don't want many, just one."

One for you, one for him, there are only a few in the West Stand of Dean Court Stadium, and they are not enough for the above.

Nkoli was a little surprised. Obviously he didn't know where Rossi heard it from. He forced a smile and said: "The club has no express regulations to reserve tickets for players. If you think you have enough face, you can apply and I will help you Follow the process."

Looking at his expression, Rossi knew that the gift of tickets was probably true.

These people bullied new players, secretly withheld them, and resold them for a fortune.

"Luo, you just joined the team. Although you played well, don't be too eye-catching."

This made Rossi angry. You are also in the club. Why do you work in the office and deduct the benefits of our players?

"Hey, isn't this Luo? Why did you come to my office? Sit down."

From the door came a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Rossi recognized him as Yair Lapid, the administrative manager.

Rossi explained his purpose, and Yair said coldly, "Enkoli, what's going on?"

Enkoli knew that he was wrong, so he hesitated and said: "There is no clear regulation..."

Yair Lapid said seriously: "Nkoli, I usually turn a blind eye when you deduct tickets. But now it is different. The club has a verbal agreement. Whenever there is a major game, the participating players have the right to win the West Stand." tickets."

"Do you think that Luo doesn't know, so you want to deprive him of his rights. Don't you know that Luo is now a hero of the team, and you dare to deprive him of his ticket."

Enkoli shrank his body all of a sudden, bowed his head submissively, and apologized vigorously.

The front is arrogant and the back is respectful, thinking about it makes people laugh.

Of course, Rossi will not pursue too much, as long as the goal is achieved.

"Luo, don't worry, once it's on sale, I'll reserve a spot in the West Stand for you. Not to mention the best, at least it's hard to get."

"Thank you so much then."

"I keep the autograph you gave me. I hope you can continue to score goals."

"But I have an unfeeling request. If you score a goal in that game, can you give away your jersey..."

It was just a piece of clothing, and Rossi naturally readily agreed.

"By the way, this ticket is so rare, the opponent is the Premier League team?"

Before leaving, Rossi did not forget to ask a question.

"It's Leicester City."

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(End of this chapter)