There is a dream called football

Chapter 134 An Old Friend in Madrid
When he came to Madrid, Li Qiao was invited by Milito Sanz. He was Li Qiao's coach when he was in China, and now he has returned to work in Real Madrid.

Milito Sanz drove to pick Li Qiao to his home in Madrid.

"You were the best among the group of kids last year."

Li Qiao, who was in the passenger seat, looked at the scenery of Madrid outside the window, which was the same as a year ago. He was also feeling emotional, what would have happened if I had stayed at that time?

Maybe the second team is still struggling.

A wealthy family is based on seniority, even if you are talented, it is useless. This is the cruelty of a wealthy family, and it is also the reason why Li Qiao left in the end.

"What happened to Milito, Mandzukic and David? Do you know?"

In the previous life, these two people would eventually become big names, but Li Qiao was very afraid that the butterfly effect he caused would make things go astray.

"Later, they all went back to China and played professional football."

"Ah."

When he arrived at Milito's house, his wife had already prepared dinner. Milito also had two sons, a daughter, and a huge family.

"Li Qiao, I don't think you will stay in Porto for long."

"Why?" Li Qiao was a little curious.

"Because Porto can't resist the money of the rich."

Ha ha.

Everyone laughed.

This is cruel, but it is also very realistic. Money has played an increasingly important role in modern football.

"I don't know about that, but I'm really happy in Porto."

"Well, I'm glad you left, too."

In fact, Real Madrid people are not satisfied with Real Madrid's performance in recent years, especially the unstable coaching team, which is a big problem.

Milito Sanz didn't talk too much about the club, but talked about some happy pasts of the youth training camp last year.

"Is the youth training camp still going on this year?"

"No, this year there is the European Cup in Europe and the Asian Cup in Asia. I think it may resume next year."

"That's good."

Li Qiao thinks that for children from outside Europe, the youth training camp is an easier channel to go to Europe.

After all, the possibility of shining in the league and finally being bought by the giants is still very small.

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The Bernabéu, one of the best stadiums in Europe, is also the dream of many players.

Although Li Qiao is from Real Madrid, this is the first time he has set foot on the lawn of the Bernabéu, because the second team is not qualified to play here.

"How does it feel?" Maniche asked.

"It feels a little bit grander than the Dragon Stadium."

"Haha, don't let the fans hear that, or they'll beat you up."

"Ha ha."

This is the only chance to warm up at the Bernabeu before the game. The last time he was a guest at the Bernabeu, Li Qiao could not play in the Champions League and could only sit in the stands.

Mourinho made simple warm-up arrangements, such as running, passing and catching training, etc. In fact, for a stadium of the Bernabeu level, there is no need to warm up at all, because the conditions here are the best, so if you do not perform well here, you must not rely on the stadium.

At this moment, Maniche found Li Qiao sneakily, "Look over there."

Li Qiao looked over and immediately remembered the scene that Gotze staged in his previous life, which was about urinating on the side of the court.

At that time, Gotze played away with Dortmund. The suddenly impatient Gotze originally wanted to solve it on the sidelines without anyone noticing, but he didn't expect to be photographed.

"That's Jorge."

"Hey, let's scare him."

"No, I've heard it's going to freak out."

"fine."

Li Qiao felt that this matter could not be done, but the bastard Maniche couldn't listen to him, so he sneaked over.

"Jorge."

In the next second, something that Li Qiao will remember for a lifetime happened. When Ruo hot turned around, he happened to urinate on Maniche.

"..."

"..."

"I kill you."

There was a chase at the Bernabeu, but it's not the age of the smartphone, otherwise...

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Lafayette came to the club and found the head coach Queiroz. The Spanish club is membership-based, and Florentino is rich, but he was elected as the chairman of Real Madrid, and his Pavenga Zidane policy was obviously unsuccessful.

For Real Madrid, success is to win the Champions League, otherwise it is a failure. This is the simplest criterion.

"Carlos, you should have heard that the fans are quite dissatisfied with me."

Queiroz heard more than these. In short, the whole club has not been so peaceful in recent years, and Barcelona has a tight bite.

"Carlos, the Champions League... everything depends on the Champions League, whether it is your future or my future depends on the results of the Champions League."

"Boss, I know."

"If we don't win the Champions League, then our future is over for both of us."

The 0-0 score in the last round was actually good, but it is a pity that they did not get an away goal, which means that Porto only needs 1-1 to end the battle.

"Carlos, do you need me to give a speech to the kids?"

Queiroz shook his head, "That's not necessary."

Florentino stood up and patted Queiroz, that's all for now, there is no need to say a lot.

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Sleepless in Madrid, this is the voice of many players in Porto today. For these players, this is the first Champions League semi-final in their lives, and the excitement of their autonomic nerves is uncontrollable.

It's like the night before the college entrance examination. Few people can sleep like a dead pig. At this time, the Porto players almost feel like this.

Maniche got off the treadmill, "Oh my god, I'm not tired, I swear I'm not on doping."

"Hehe, this is normal. The autonomic nerves are beyond our control. In fact, this is the product of human evolution..."

Baia said a lot of things.

"Then what can you do to make me fall asleep? I just know I can't go on like this."

"It's very simple. I'll hit your forehead with a wine bottle." Jorge Costa laughed.

"You bastard."

Hahaha.

Everyone in the team knew that Maniche played tricks, but Jorge Costa pissed all over.

"By the way, I'll go find Li Qiao, maybe he has some kind of oriental wisdom and can help me fall asleep."

Unexpectedly, the answer Li Qiao gave him was - counting goats.

"Counting goats? This doesn't seem to be invented by the Chinese, does it?"

"Yes, China counts dumplings."

"Follow me and count, one dumpling, two dumplings, three dumplings..."

"It's so boring, what are dumplings?"

"food."

Maniche touched his stomach, "I'm really hungry."

sweat.

"Forget it, I'll go to the restaurant for a meal, anyway, I've lost my sleep."

(End of this chapter)