Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 6 I Want This Kid

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"Pretty!"

Hermann Hesse, the director of youth training who had been watching the match from the sidelines, roared and clapped his hands in approval.

The coach wearing a baseball cap next to him was startled, and asked Hesse in a daze.

"The ball that is perfectly capable of saving the ball with his hands, or just picks it off, but he is stupid enough to block it with his head?

Although the saves made twice in a row were very timely, it is obvious that there has been no systematic training, the basic movements and skills are still lacking, and the path is a bit wild..."

Hesse didn't intend to let him continue, and interrupted directly: "Yes, yes, what you said is correct.

However, you did not deny his two consecutive saves, which shows that his reaction is particularly fast.For a goalkeeper, this is very important.

In addition, judging from his general performance before, he has a wide range of activities, and he is not very able to stay quiet in the penalty area, but he is a bit like a goalkeeper.

Doesn't Schalke have a very talented young goalkeeper? His technical characteristics are somewhat similar.

The body is still a little short, about 1.8 meters. After all, I am only 15 years old, so there should be hope for growth.

He also has a kind of ruthlessness and self-confidence that refuses to admit defeat. He can create an aura and drive other teammates. He is the material of the team captain.

I believe these should be the reasons why the scouts brought him for trial training.

Hahaha, this Chinese kid, I want it! "

On the court, He Yu stood up, and after confirming that the ball had passed the sideline, he screamed at the still glaring red sun in the sky with a grim look on his face.

The roar shook the sky!

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Italy, Milan, Beacon Stadium

Perhaps too many unpleasant things happened in one night, and the red and blue teams had no intention of continuing to play.

That Benito, who had suffered thousands of wounds in his heart, disappeared automatically in a gloomy manner at some point...

The other players either stayed and continued to team up with others, or packed up and left.

Because of the pain in his feet, He Yu simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot outside the arena, but he felt instantly relieved.

"Yu! Although your feet are smelly, but this big foot is really not bad!"

While giving a thumbs up, Mancini laughed and scolded He Yu who was walking towards him.

"Thank you, lady with little feet, Andrea."

As soon as He Yu finished speaking, Mancini rushed forward, and the two scuffled together.

Jerome, who had been slapped by that woman, felt angry and couldn't vent his anger.After taking the backpack, he walked over to He Yu and the others.

"Yu, my friend.

In order to thank you for that beautiful assist, I buy you a drink!Andre too, let's go together, how about it? "

The two good friends understood what Jerome meant, and he needed a way to vent.

Who hasn't been dumped by a woman these days?
However, to be terminated by such a slap is indeed miserable enough.

He Yu was about to open his mouth to accept Jerome's kindness, when he saw Marceno coming to the side, and said to them: "Is there nothing wrong? It's still early, it's only after nine o'clock, why don't you go to a bar next to you and sit down?" Sit, chat, watch the ball.

It just so happens that there is a match between Chievo and Fiorentina, it should be pretty good, it just kicked off. "

It has to be said that Marceno does have some leadership qualities. After finishing his speech, the few people around did not express any objection.

People who like football will never run out of topics to talk about.

A few people left as soon as they said they would, packed up their things and left.

"Wait for me……"

Gallo also excitedly followed them, and the rest is this Beacon Stadium, and another group of people who are playing football...

Italy, Milan, Rosenelli Bar
As a well-known fashion capital, the night of Milan City is the same as other European and American metropolises, full of feasting and feasting.

But what is different from other places is that this city has its unique artistic atmosphere.It is also different from those places where wine and sex are enchanting, here is a different kind of artistic conception.

A group of people left the Beacon Stadium, and within a few steps, they came to an old street.

The branches of the trees on both sides of the street are mostly black, giving the impression of a medieval heavy armored soldier.But the branches have some fresh green, and the weather in April and May is still a little cool.

Italians habitually use bars, coffee houses, dessert shops, etc. as places for chatting and relaxing, collectively referred to as "Bar".

In front of a small bar with a very simple signboard, a group of people walked in after looking at the friendly words "Rosenneri Bar" on the door.

The decoration in the bar is simple, with wooden structures, photos or small pendants on the walls, all of which look very old and have been in the past for several years.

But everyone didn't feel disgusted. Instead, they all looked here and then there as if they were interested.

Because, everything here is related to one theme, and that is football.

"This is a bar opened by a Milan fan. The owner has been our Rosenelli since his grandfather's grandfather." Marceno briefly introduced this small bar, "The football atmosphere here is very good, without the smog. s things.

Those who will come here to watch the game and drink are regular customers, and it must be our Rosenelli.

None of you are next door, right?Otherwise, I have to do it! "

After speaking, everyone laughed together.Although everyone is a friendship who occasionally plays football together, their beliefs are absolutely consistent.

In an internationally renowned metropolis like Milan City, there are two top giants teams.

One is AC Milan here, and the other is Inter Milan next door.Anyone who watches football knows that it is absolutely impossible for them to tolerate each other.

Mancini seemed to have thought of something, turned his head to He Yu, and asked in front of everyone: "Yu, what about you? I heard that the one next door seems to be bought by your Chinese consortium. Are you... "

After finishing speaking, he deliberately left a cunning and wretched expression, watching with a sinister smile.

Although they all thought it was a joke, the others also stared at him blankly, waiting for his answer.

For a while, the scene was relatively quiet...

He Yu felt like a dog in the sun. This Mancini clearly knew that he was a die-hard Milan fan, and deliberately made fun of him.

More than ten years of ups and downs, no matter how desolate or desolate Milan is.He still hasn't changed the home team he supports or his beliefs.

"There is only one Milan!"

It was such a simple sentence, and in an instant the big guys burst into laughter again.

Because in the hearts of all AC Milan fans, they have always only admitted that their own team is the team that can represent the city of Milan.

Of course, the opposite is also true next door.

A few people sit down, each with a beer, it's as simple as that.

There is not too much wine, as long as the people are right.

And the little girl Ludovica and Marceno's wife went out to buy desserts together, leaving a group of men here to talk about football.

On one wall of the hall, a live broadcast game is projected, it is a Serie A game, Chievo vs. Fiorentina.

It has been more than 50 minutes in the second half. Neither side has scored a goal, and neither has any desire to attack. The scene is extremely boring.

The goalkeeper of one side yawned, and was caught by the cameraman. The live broadcast playfully gave a slow motion and close-up playback.

This picture made everyone in the bar burst into laughter.

"Yu, are you a Chinese who has settled in our Italy?"

Gallo, who was the youngest, probably thought of the goalkeeper, and asked He Yu with a wine glass.

"Oh, no. I am a Chinese citizen, not a settled Chinese, but I often come to Italy." He Yu replied with a smile.

"Then why is your Italian so good?"

After He Yu took a sip of wine, he continued, "I'm a tour guide, and I specialize in traveling to Europe, about twice a month, and I've been traveling for more than four years.

My itinerary is usually mostly in Italy, and some special itineraries only go to a certain country.And sometimes several surrounding countries go together, France, Switzerland and the Netherlands are less, and Germany is even less. "

On the side, Jerome, who hadn't spoken since he came in, had fair skin in the first place, but now that he hasn't drunk much, his skin is already tinged with red.

Perhaps, he was still brooding over that slap in the face.

He also raised his glass to He Yujing, and asked in surprise, "Then how did you and Mancini know each other?"

"This is..."

As soon as He Yu opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the impatient Mancini, and then he started his eloquent speech mode, and coordinated with his body movements, foaming at the mouth and blowing vividly.

He Yu just smiled faintly, did not continue talking, raised his wine glass, and made a toast to himself and the past.

While taking a small bite, he listened to Mancini bragging and telling stories.

On the other hand, I remembered the story about a year ago...

(End of this chapter)