fat man who can't play football

Chapter 19 Target Wood
The fat guy returned to the locker room and announced loudly that all the players would have a day off because of the victory.The locker room erupted into enthusiastic cheers instantly. The players with families were already thinking about how to spend time with their families, while the singles on the side were secretly discussing which bar to go to tonight and which hot girl to date on ins come out.

Fatty tidied up and rushed to the post-match press conference.Fatty is already familiar with some faces since he has dealt with journalist friends several times.For example, the "Yorkshire Evening Post" reporter Smith sitting in the first row, although the big reporter is not very friendly to him, but the fat man knows the importance of these uncrowned kings, and pays attention to dealing with them.

The fat man raised his eyebrows at Smith wretchedly: "Hi! Graham, you came really early today."

Smith responded with a smile: "Steve, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Of course, is there anything better than victory?" After speaking, the fat man laughed himself out.

Since Hypia had not arrived, the fat man was a little impatient sitting on the rostrum.Fat Brother coughed subtly: "I think Sami (Sami Hyypia) is in trouble, why don't we start first." There was knowing laughter from the press booth.

Smith preempted the question: "Steve, how does it feel to get your first league win?"

"I feel like doing it all over again. I'm going to ask for another one. I hope this is just the beginning. By the way, Smith, did you capture a picture of me celebrating my victory?"

"Of course, I believe the photo will appear on the front page of the Yorkshire Evening Post tomorrow. I don't think you will be disappointed, sir?"

When the fat man heard this, he showed a lewd smile. Doesn't that mean that many Yorkshire girls will see his heroic appearance tomorrow, and the fat man will be excited just thinking about it. "I'll wait, Smith."

The fat man thought that if he appeared majestic in the photo at that time, he would find an opportunity to ask Smith for a negative, and the fat man would develop it and frame it in his office.

A question from team reporter Phil interrupted Fatty's fantasy: "Sir, I saw that Morrison was injured, how is his current condition?"

"It doesn't look very good now. I have to wait for the report of the medical staff for how long he will be absent. I think we can't count on him for the next game."

After the fat man answered the reporters' questions and was about to leave, Hypia hadn't arrived yet.The fat man met Hypia who came late in the aisle, and rushed up to shake hands with him: "Sami, I have been your fan for many years, but you have always been my idol."

Hypia was baffled, but just nodded towards the fat man. It was obvious that Hai Shuai, who had lost the game, was not in a good mood.

The fat man happily went back to his office.

The next day's "Yorkshire Evening Post" put a large photo on the front page, occupying almost 2/3 of the position, making other news only a short paragraph.The photo is last night when Fatty was calling out, while Ms. Newton was smiling and giving him the middle finger.

When the fat man saw this large picture, he almost spit out the milk that just entered his mouth.Shit, Smith, the son of a bitch, just smiled and stabbed himself.

The fat man had already thought of the faces of the lovely citizens of Yorkshire after they got the newspaper, and they were ashamed.Fatty felt that he would not be able to go out on the street for several days, and let Ah Ye go to the press conference.My fat brother will not take the initiative to go up to make people laugh.

Saying Aye Aye arrived, Ye Weitz came to Fatty's office with a smile and took the freshly released "Yorkshire Evening Post". "Boss, did you see your front page photo? Tsk tsk, who took this photo? It's so fucking creative, I think this newspaper will be sold out."

"roll!"

The bad news came one after another. The fat man received a diagnosis report from the medical team. Morrison will miss 3 weeks because of a sprained ankle.Fatty thought about it, and decided to take this opportunity to ask Salerno to win the new striker.

The fat man soon came to the director's office, and when he opened the door, he saw that the director was reading the "Yorkshire Evening Post" with great interest.Seeing the fat man coming in, Salerno reluctantly handed out the newspaper: "Steve, you are here, this photo of you is really good."

In an instant, three black lines appeared on the fat man's forehead, and he was stabbed in the back by this little guy named Smith again.

"Nicola Slerno, this is not the time to joke. I have received bad news that our starting striker Morrison will be out for three weeks with an injury."

"Don't we have a lot of options on the bench? We have Hunter, and the two boys you rented. Yesil did a good job. The goal in the last game is really beautiful!"

"Nicola, you understand. If our goal is to surpass, it is not enough to rely on them."

"Steve, I think you need to understand that we don't have a transfer budget. If you're thinking of buying a new striker, I can only advise you to dismiss the idea."

"No, Nicola, I think you have misunderstood. I just want to ask you to help me get a forward on loan to get through this difficult time."

The director suddenly became interested when he heard this, and laughed, "Steve, it seems that you are well prepared, tell me what you think."

Fatty also understands the current situation of Leeds, and it is unrealistic to spend a lot of money to introduce a striker.After seeing Morrison's poor performance against Middlesbrough, the fat man made up his mind to win a Zhengyin center.

Through his later generations of FMer experience and football news, he quickly locked the target-Chris Wood (Christopher Wood), New Zealand striker.At this time, Wood, who was under 23 years old, was still waiting for an opportunity on the bench of Leicester City.

In the British Championship last season, Wood played only 26 starts for Leicester City in 7 games and scored 4 goals, making a contribution to Leicester City's breakthrough.But in the Premier League in the new season, Wood only got one chance to come off the bench.

The fat man thinks that Leicester City will not be willing to put Wood on the bench, and the loan is a choice that is beneficial to both parties.

Fatty is more interested in the glorious record of this striker in Leeds, scoring 88 goals in 44 games. In the 16/17 season of the British Championship, Wood scored 27 goals for Leeds United. He almost dragged Leeds United into the promotion play-offs alone. He even won the top scorer of the British Championship that season.

The fat man couldn't help sighing that it feels so good to open his eyes.

"I have been observing a player for a long time. His name is Chris Wood, and he currently belongs to the Premier League Leicester City club. He is 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 198 pounds. I have watched a lot of his game videos. He is simply playing as a center forward. Raw. The lad doesn't have much chance to play now, and I don't think Leicester City will refuse an opportunity to give him more game experience."

"Interesting." Salerno showed a meaningful smile.

Fat Brother also laughed obsequiously.No, Fat Brother suddenly realized that he was the main character, and he had the final say on the transfer, so why did he laugh along with him.

The fat man put away his smile after thinking about it, and walked out of Salerno's office with a serious face.The Director was left alone in a mess in the wind. What kind of way is this fat man, and his mood changes are so sudden?

(End of this chapter)