Green Dragon

Chapter 104 God's Will
Perhaps God wanted to play tricks on the Dutchman again. When the complacent Van Basten led the team back to Amsterdam from Madrid, the chief team doctor Pim Van Talde told him the bad news:
"The dragon's calf has very slight signs of bone fracture, and it is estimated that it will take at least 30 days to recover..."

Van Basten didn't react for a long time.

After a long time, he turned around in a daze, his eyes seemed out of focus: "Pim, are you kidding me?"

"I'm also very helpless, Marco," the old team doctor said bitterly, "I suspect it was caused by the sudden stop in the game, and after that he played the whole game without high-intensity confrontation. The injury was only caused. Although it is very minor, Yilong's age and physical fitness will recover quickly, but you'd better be prepared to make him absent for 6 to 8 weeks..."

"8 weeks?! That's two full months! The season is almost over by then!"

Van Basten was so frantic that he couldn't help pulling a handful of hair from his forehead.

Then he starts counting hairs:

One, can be recovered in advance; two, can not be recovered in time; three, can be recovered; four, can not be; five, can...

The sea breeze from Amsterdam suddenly blew by, blowing away all the golden brown hair in his hands.

The white swan is going crazy!
Ah, god damn thief!

You and I, Marco van Basten... What's the matter? !
Do you have to play with me like this? -
At this moment, Long Shute was staring at his right leg which had been cast in a daze.

This is his first injury since he became a professional player, but it is far from his first injury.

As early as at Chelsea, he once sprained his ankle, and he had to recuperate for half a month; in the Ajax youth training camp, he also had to take a temporary rest due to a thigh strain. Minor injuries and illnesses caused by ordering potions are even more commonplace for professional players.

But he has never been told by those doctors that in the next two months... he will not be able to participate in training and competitions!
Even in the first week, he couldn't even take care of his own daily life!I even have to walk on crutches!
This is how to do?
Do you have to call others to help you go to the toilet every night?
He was thinking wildly when the driving assistant coach Bergkamp stopped the car: "Here we are."

"Uh...thank you, Dennis (it's not illegal to call the coach's name in private)." Long Shute opened the car door, and stretched out his crutch first.

But when he looked up, he didn't move for a long time.

Bergkamp came around from the other side and fully opened the car door for him: "You only have a very slight bone fracture, are you still waiting for me to carry you?"

"Oh no," Long Shute got out with some difficulty, and then he looked at the strange villa in front of him, "This is not my apartment..."

"Nonsense, this is mine." Bergkamp rolled his eyes and took out the key from his pocket. "You are inconvenient to move around now, so you will be staying at my house for the time being."

"This...isn't very good, it will disturb your family..."

No matter which country you are in, the people there may be very enthusiastic, but they will rarely invite you to live in their home without saying anything, because it will involve personal privacy and living habits.

"My family lives in London now, and I won't come to Amsterdam until the summer." Bergkamp opened the door. "Besides, the club is already looking for a new residence for you. You won't bother me for too long."

"Okay..." Long Shu nodded and followed him in.

Perhaps because of living alone, the Ice Prince's home is a little messy, but with Long Shute's current physical condition, even if he wants to help clean up, it is just powerless, so he can only be a guest obediently.

His eyes wandered around the room, and in a family photo, he saw the Bergkamps.

"Hey, your wife is very beautiful..." He couldn't help but praise.

"That's right, I, Dennis Bergkamp, ​​is also a famous Dutch male god, how could my wife be so bad!" The Ice Prince boasted without blushing.

Long Shute glanced at his growing hairline and smiled.

"Hey, three girls and one son, this is a standard super-birth household... hey?" He was stunned for a while, and then showed a flattering smile at Bergkamp, ​​"Father-in-law, what's my wife's name?"

In the photo, Bergkamp's eldest daughter has completely inherited the good genes of both parents. She has exquisite facial features, long golden hair shining like a waterfall, and her blue pupils are exceptionally clear. Six or seven years old, but the curves of the body can no longer be blocked.

Fortunately, Long Shute is not a fool. He spoke the latter question in Northeast dialect, otherwise Bergkamp might kick him out...

Thus, a bachelor and a pseudo-bachelor began a boring cohabitation life...
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"Stop playing, stop playing..."

Bergkamp threw away the game controller, but he was not convinced: "You are taking advantage of the loopholes in the game! There is almost no solution to this low pass! One hit and one hit!"

"You didn't say that you can't make a pass!" Long Shute shrugged and threw his handle on the sofa.

During this week, according to the doctor's advice, he would not even step through the door of the room every day. His biggest exercise was to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then squat down with great effort...

In order to pass the boring time, he and Bergkamp started playing football games, and then Long Shu, who had been playing fifa on his handheld since he was 15, easily killed the Ice Prince who had hardly touched a game console...

Bergkamp looked at his watch and switched the signal source back to the TV: "It seems that there is a lottery today..."

"Draw lots?" Long Shute didn't react for a while.

Instead of Bergkamp, ​​the voice on the television answered him:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Nyon, Switzerland, where UEFA headquarters is located, and the draw for the quarter-finals of the 2009-10 UEFA Champions League is now in progress..."

The famous bald head and UEFA Secretary-General Infantino walked to the front of the screen with a smile on his face and began to introduce to the audience:
"In the quarter-finals, many wonderful games were born, including the thrilling goal battle, and the unexpected victory of the dark horse against the strong..."

Accompanied by the big screen, the results of each group's confrontation were also revealed one after another.

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If it is said that, except for Bayern's victory, the results of other games will not be surprising, so the "dark horse" in Infantino's mouth is naturally a 4-1 victory over Real Madrid's Ajax.

Emilio Butragueno, a special guest, ambassador of this event, manager of Real Madrid's public relations department, and Spanish star, stepped onto the stage. In front of him were two glass pools with four balls each.

"Is this from Real Madrid?" Long Shute immediately became worried when he heard the commentator's introduction, "We just eliminated Real Madrid, they will definitely take revenge on us..."

"Where did you learn all this conspiracy theory?" Bergkamp laughed. "If Real Madrid can have such a big influence in UEFA, then why haven't they been in the quarter-finals for six consecutive years?"

Faced with the fact that the famous title of "Royal Sixteen Lang" is as solid as iron, Long Shute has no power to refute.

Stirring in the pool with Butragueno's left hand, he randomly pulled out a ball.

The old guy unscrewed the ball with some effort, then took out the cardboard inside and showed it to the camera.

"Arsenal."

He then picked another one in the second pool as an Arsenal opponent:
"Barcelona."

There were only eight teams in total, and there was no avoidance problem. The draw was declared over in less than a minute.

In addition to Arsenal's match against Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich drew Manchester United, Inter Milan met CSKA Moscow, and Ajax, who was finally drawn, met Ligue [-] champion Bordeaux.

"This is a good sign!"

Long Shu pouted his mouth, very satisfied with the result.

In his impression, the strength of Bordeaux is far inferior to that of Lyon, the seven consecutive champions in Ligue [-]. Since Ajax can beat Lyon inextricably, it should not be a big problem to beat the weaker Bordeaux.

Bergkamp also showed a relaxed look: "Marco is so lucky, it seems that we are very likely to enter the semi-finals of this Champions League! If you recover smoothly, you may be able to catch up with the semi-finals The second round!"

Ajax drew the weakest opponent in the quarterfinals.

But for Bordeaux, I am afraid the same is true.

Compared with Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich, Manchester United, Arsenal, Inter Milan, and CSKA Moscow, Bordeaux is more willing to compete with the weakest Ajax for a spot in the semi-finals.

In the eyes of neutral fans, Ajax and Bordeaux...

What a boring duel this pecking game will be!
I just don't know if Van Basten, who got this "good sign", has to thank God again?
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I'm too tired today, I can't open my eyes, only this update, I'll make it up on the weekend
(End of this chapter)