Football: The god-level goalkeeper makes the whole of Europe call him brother

[PS: Hello everyone, they said this chapter is poisonous, just turn it over here! (T﹏T)]

Torres said hello to Bianchi. Except for Franco who was in a bad mood, everyone else was laughing and preparing to go out to relax and celebrate that night.

Old hands like Petrov, Calvo, and Lucin naturally chose to go to nightclubs for entertainment. Some young people made an appointment to go to Sanato Gran to soak in the hot springs, and the rest followed Torres to eat hot pot! Today's hot pot team is getting bigger and bigger. Tonight Torres, Pablo, Perea, Lopez, Velasco, Gabi, and Kezman are all going. Li Ming is not a problem. He just thought to himself that it was a good thing that Pablo said in advance to pay the bill, otherwise with so many people, he would really go bankrupt!

Everyone came to the never-closed Puerta de Alcalá restaurant, and this time there were even more copper pots. Gabi and Kezman were originally quite disgusted with this way of eating food cooked at high temperatures, but Gabi was attracted by Li Ming's words that he would be the old captain of Atletico Madrid in the future, and Kezman, as a Serbian, was full of another level of affection for Li Ming's oriental face.

In the big box, the steam was fragrant, but Li Ming was taking care of his three brothers in his dormitory. Recently, Gil and Regalon had not gotten a chance to play in the B team and U18, and Bernavi was still competing fiercely with Cuellar in the B team, and no one had a good life. Everyone was complaining, congratulating and envious of Li Ming's progress. Gil sighed, "I'm 18 years old, but my height is not yet 180cm. I can't play as a goalkeeper."

Regalon laughed and said self-deprecatingly, "No big deal, it's about the same as me, but my model in my mind is Cordoba of Inter Milan. Unless I don't like football anymore, I will definitely find a chance to play."

Li Ming praised, "Well said, unless you can't have fun, there will always be a chance if you persist!"

Pablo comforted them, "Don't worry, I also played in the lower leagues. If you really can't make it, I will contact you with professional teams in Class B or Class C."

Gill and Regalon hurriedly thanked him. After all, the main players in the La Liga can buy a lower-level team as long as they are willing!

While they were talking to each other, the waiter came in, looked around, found Li Ming, and whispered, "Sir, someone in our other box wants to see you."

Li Ming was confused and looked at his phone. No one called. Could it be that Ronaldo changed his mind and came here to treat him to hot pot? He was determined to find out, so he said to Bernawi and others, "I'll be back soon, wait for me."

Li Ming followed the waiter and went around several circles to a small private room. There was only one person sitting in the room, with a full forehead, a gentle face, slightly gray hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were full of peace, fortitude, wisdom, and courage to kill.

Li Ming was so shocked that his jaw dropped. Why did Florentino, the president of Real Madrid, also appear in this restaurant and ask to see me?

When Mr. Ferguson saw Li Ming coming, he smiled. Li Ming felt uneasy. He knew his own ecological niche. Why did he have to meet such a political and business tycoon at such a good time to eat hot pot?

Mr. Ferguson saw Li Ming's concerns, but he reached out and poured a cup of black tea, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Young man, sit down. Our conversation does not involve Atletico Madrid. I just come to ask some questions!"

Li Ming laughed dryly and sat silently opposite Mr. Ferguson. He glanced at Mr. Ferguson from the corner of his eye and suddenly felt an infinite sense of oppression coming over him. Li Ming immediately took two sips of tea and tried to calm himself down: "Mr. Chairman, I know you. If you want to talk about my transfer, I will leave."

Frederick raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Not really. We have Casillas. It will probably be difficult to introduce other goalkeepers in the next many years."

Frederick said "difficult to introduce" instead of "no need to introduce". Li Ming heard something strange, but he didn't dare to say more. He could only whisper: "What do you want to see me for?"

Frederick: "Ask you some questions."

Li Ming: "What if I don't want to?"

Frederick: "I will pay you, I can give you what you want."

Li Ming: "As the president of Real Madrid, you ask questions to Atletico players. Do I believe you are sincere, or do you believe I can surpass Casillas?"

Frederick: "As long as you can answer one of my questions, I will give you what you want."

Li Ming: "Then why do you think I can answer your question?"

Frederick's eyes suddenly became cold, and then gradually relaxed. There seemed to be a storm under his warm face. He said to himself: "My question is, do you think I will leave Real Madrid?"

Li Ming was shocked. You leftIf you don't want to leave, make your own decision. Why ask me? But Master Fu was not willing to give in and continued, "Many times, I don't know where the problem comes from. I feel that my Galaxy Battleship is about to end. I am hesitating whether to stand on my battleship and sink, or jump out of it and prepare to build another one."

Li Ming saw that Master Fu's attitude was indeed sincere, but he secretly complained in his heart. He really wanted to end it as soon as possible and return to the world of hot pot.

Master Fu didn't seem to be surprised by Li Ming's silence. He felt relieved. He looked at Li Ming silently for a long time, and slowly took out an exquisite box with There were two cigars of unknown brands: "Want one?"

Li Ming: "I'm an athlete, how can I smoke this stuff!"

Frederick smiled: "It's okay to taste cigars occasionally."

Li Ming: "No, if I smell like cigarettes, Brother To will definitely scold me."

Frederick laughed: "You are much more self-disciplined than the stars here."

Li Ming: "Nothing, I'm leaving!"

Frederick waved his hand, signaling him to continue sitting down, and his imposing manner made Li Ming uncomfortable: "How much do you make per week? ? "

Li Ming: "Not much, but keep it secret, hehe!"

Foye laughed and said: "Among the young people, the highest paid ones should be Jeremie Menez of Monaco and Fabregas of Arsenal. With your talent, 2,000 euros a week is really a waste of talent."

Li Ming was shocked: "How do you know my weekly salary!"

Foye: "In Europe, what I want to know will be known within half an hour, including the details of your contract. How about coming to help me? Fill in the salary yourself!"

Li Ming: "Didn't you say that you won't introduce more players after you have Casillas? Goalkeeper? If you are interested in my goalkeeping skills, I am still very happy, but I will not come to Real Madrid, otherwise Togo will ignore me in the future! "

Frenchman nodded and smiled: "It may not be a goalkeeper. If you want to enter the political and business circles, it won't hurt to work with me early!"

Li Ming: "Sorry, I'm not interested. I just want to play football well."

Frenchman laughed and was quite satisfied: "If you want to work with me, call me anytime."

Li Ming thought, I don't even have your phone number, why am I calling.

Frenchman seemed to have the ability to read minds: "I will call you tomorrow morning and I will give you the promised reward! You can go back to celebrate your insignificant victory!"

Li Ming was about to say a few words, but when he saw Frenchman's posture, he didn't dare to say more.

Back in Atletico's box, Li Ming finally relaxed again, but he kept thinking, I didn't say anything, what reward would Frenchman give me?