[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

Just when Ling Yun was about to board the plane, Nick called him aside, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and symbolically covering the receiver with the other hand.

Ling Yun took a look at him and asked, "Whose phone is it for me?"

Nick nodded, lowered his voice and said, "It's Kroenke Jr. He said he wanted to talk to you."

Ling Yun snorted coldly from his nose, turned his head and walked away, his voice drifted into Nick's ears with the strong wind on the tarmac: "What are you talking about, let him play in the mud, I don't have time to talk to him now."

"..."

Nick looked at the back of his boss who was walking away, and then looked at the mobile phone in his hand, wondering if the person on the other end heard Ling Yun's words just now.

With such a strong wind, it must be impossible to hear it.

So, Nick put the phone to his ear again, and said to the other end in a business-like manner: "Sorry Mr. Kroenke, you also know that the night after tomorrow is the Champions League final, our boss Ling is very busy now, and it is not convenient to answer you for the time being." phone."

Although little Kroenke didn't hear clearly what Ling Yun said just now through the phone, he could tell from his tone that it was not a good thing.

Anyway, he will go to Lisbon to watch the game the night after tomorrow, and it won't be too late to have an interview with Ling Yun.

Ling Yun is very smart. Little Kroenke came to him now for two purposes, either to continue to entangle with him about dividends, or to discuss the matter of equity transfers. However, Ling Yun doesn't want to talk to him now. Let him hang out for a while.

Because the club wanted to shoot a documentary about the UEFA Champions League, as early as a few days ago, some photographers entered the Kearney training base to follow up the players' training and daily life, until the whole team set off, boarded the plane, and The check-in in the hotel was recorded by the camera on the side.

Instead of showing the slightest bit of shyness in front of the camera, everyone was skinnier than each other, except for one person-Kanter.

Ling Yun sometimes sees him avoiding problems jerkyly, or avoiding the camera, and thinks he is very cute, although the appearance of this honest and honest French player is indeed far from the word "cute".

Coincidentally, Real Madrid's plane had just arrived shortly before Arsenal's plane landed at Lisbon's Portela Airport.

There are huge crowds of people outside the airport. At first glance, almost all of them are Meilingge wearing white jerseys. The red and white jerseys representing Arsenal fans are like insignificant embellishments.

The Real Madrid team has three Portuguese players, Ronaldo, Pepe and Coentrao. The UEFA Champions League final at the Stadium of Light is like half a home for them.

There is no doubt that Ronaldo is the most popular player in today's football, especially in his home country, it is not an exaggeration to say that all people are fans of Ronaldo.

Ling Yun took off his sunglasses and took a look. There were a lot of enthusiastic fans wearing No. 7 jerseys, holding Ronaldo posters, and shouting "CristianoRonaldo". They surrounded both sides of the entire passage, surrounded by Real Madrid players. Get out of the airport and get on the bus.

Even the staff at the airport are very enthusiastic about Ronaldo and even the whole Real Madrid team.

Because the number of fans who arrived at the airport to pick them up was astonishing, in order to avoid unnecessary confusion, Arsenal waited for a while after getting off the plane, and they went out after the Real Madrid bus left the airport.

Pogba looked at the galaxy battleship surrounded by thousands of people, his eyes were not without envy, he put Varane's shoulders and asked: "Where have you been treated like this before?"

Varane shook his head: "Of course not, it's just because Chris happens to be Portuguese."

Unexpectedly, Pogba was very proud after hearing this, and laughed and said: "We also had the same treatment last year, but we don't need to fly, we can go to Wembley Stadium by taking a walk."

Varane smiled and pushed him: "Get out!"

"That's right, Wembley Stadium is our home stadium." Wilshere didn't forget to glance at Ling Yun in the distance when he spoke.He made a mistake and was sent to the reserve team by Ling Yun. He returned to the first team because of Wenger's intercession. Now he has to behave with his tail between his legs.

After a lot of fighting, the Real Madrid team finally left the airport surrounded by fans.

Arsenal just left the airport. In fact, after some Real Madrid fans left one after another, Ling Yun found that there were quite a few Arsenal fans who came to pick them up at the airport, and everyone was very patient, waiting for them to come out.

A group of people came to the hotel, assigned a room, and went back to the room to change their clothes. In the afternoon, Wenger took the players to the Stadium of Light where they were about to play for the first training session.

Ling Yun arranged for his celebrities to come to the pre-arranged event venue, and held a meeting with gun fans gathered from all over the world.

The atmosphere at the scene was particularly enthusiastic. After all, the players Ling Yun invited to the platform were all the main players who were unbeaten in Arsenal's 49 Premier League games, Henry, Bergkamp, ​​Ljungberg...Which one was pulled out was full of youthful Gunners fans. with memories.

Although in terms of the number of fans, Arsenal is far behind their opponents in the Champions League final, Real Madrid, and their business operations and development of football peripherals are far behind others, and even many thinking models are borrowed from their opponents, but Ling Yun is developing and developing. Spare no effort in strengthening the popularity and influence of the team and club.

Although her boyfriend was jealous about this, Ling Yun still wanted to go to Botswana to do charity with Harry in the name of Arsenal. Just like other clubs began to pay more attention to the Asian market, Ling Yun did not let go of the potential of the African market.

The next day, the players continued to be busy with training, and Ling Yun was busy attending various events, dinners, meeting with UEFA officials, sponsors and various people.

Everyone was busy, and he and Alonso didn't even have a chance to meet each other.

He didn't return to the hotel until after ten o'clock in the evening. When he got off the elevator, he happened to meet Alonso in the corridor who had just finished a massage and was about to go back to his room to rest.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ling Yun, and greeted him with a half-smile: "Boss, are you still entertaining so late?"

Ling Yun snorted softly, ignored him, and walked past him.

"No, I just came back." Nick beside Ling Yun answered for his boss.

He not only helped the boss answer questions, but also opened the door for the boss, and the three of them walked in one after another.

Ling Yun sat on the sofa, turned on the laptop on the coffee table, and briefly chatted with Nick about today's club work and his tomorrow's itinerary, before letting his assistant go back to his room to rest.

Alonso has been sitting by the side quietly listening to them talk about work, until after Nick left, he got up and sat beside Ling Yun.

"Drinking?"

When the two approached, Alonso smelled the sweetness of wine from him, and his cheeks flushed a little, and he looked a little drunk.

"Well," Ling Yun closed the notebook, leaned against the person next to him, "drank a little."

Alonso raised his hand, inserted his slender and strong fingers into his soft hair, and gently rubbed the back of his head: "Come and play a Champions League game, you boss is better than us on the field." tired."

Ling Yun took his hand, placed it on his temple, and enjoyed the other party's massage service comfortably: "The game is only the most important part of the Champions League final, but it is not the whole thing. Why do we try our best to compete for that place? The championship trophy, is it because of honor? Of course, but it is not only because of honor, but also because of money, the income of the club, your bonuses, the transfer fee for the upcoming summer transfer period."

It is undeniable that what he said is very reasonable. In terms of business, Alonso can't help him much, so... let's try our best to win the game for him.

Ling Yun raised his wrist and glanced at the time, struggling to sit up straight: "Okay, okay, the game is going to be tomorrow night, it's getting late, go back to your room and rest."

Alonso raised his eyebrows, as if he was very dissatisfied with the words "back to the room".

Ling Yun didn't pay much attention, and slapped him on the thigh, urging: "Go."

The more he sees off guests as a matter of course, the more unwilling this person is to leave: "Boss, how about I give you a choice, either I stay, or you come with me to my room."

Ling Yun tilted his head and smiled, then went to hold his hand: "I'll choose the second one."

For the first time in a long time, the two of them were in the same bed the night before a game, let alone such an important game.

Alonso didn't do anything, in fact, he didn't intend to do anything at all, he just slept peacefully all night with Ling Yun in his arms.Holding his most precious treasure in his arms, he felt very solid and at ease. He felt like a knight, about to go to the battlefield for his beloved princess.

So, at breakfast time the next day, everyone saw their No. 14 walking into the restaurant refreshed, sitting down to eat was a rare occasion, joking with the teammates around him.

The aloof Brother Long also suddenly became down-to-earth, which made the young generals feel a little novel.

Almost immediately, Ling Yun also entered the restaurant. He was not in a hurry to sit down to eat, but wandered around the tables, greeting and chatting with the players. The atmosphere of the whole team was very relaxed and harmonious.

The whole morning, the whole team stayed in the hotel for some simple training. The players were relaxed and adjusted very well.

Until everyone boarded the bus to the stadium, everyone sat in their seats and fell silent.Now is their own time to think and settle, and then let go of everything to create history.

When Ling Chen and Viola brought their two children to the Stadium of Light, Ling Yun was listening to UEFA President Michel Platini praise him for being young and promising. The Arsenal under his management for the past two years is simply European. A miracle for a football club.

Ling Yun thanked with a smile on the surface, but felt distressed in his heart. Their opponent today is Real Madrid, the team with the most experience in the finals of the UEFA Champions League, no one. If they continue to give up, he can only pray for Arsenal to win less. .

When Ling Yun arrived in a hurry, his parents, younger siblings and younger siblings were already seated in the box. The two little guys had already changed into Arsenal jerseys. When they saw their elder brother, they rushed towards him immediately.

It was obvious that the two cuties rushed towards him together, but Ling Yun automatically ignored Lucas, but hugged Mia up, kissed and hugged her high, and praised the little princess for her beautiful hairpin today, It's my favorite red.

The younger sister stretched out her little hand to straighten the same red tie for her elder brother, and said with a smile, "My mother and I chose this color just for you."

Ling Yun was really about to be transformed by his little sweetheart, and he didn't even give Lucas, who was looking up at him eagerly, his head up from the corner of his eye.

"Rex, are you mad at me?" Lucas asked his brother seriously.

Ling Yun looked at him condescendingly: "What do you think?"

Lucas curled his lips: "Stingy."

Ling Yun couldn't believe it: "You sued me, and you said I was a cheapskate?"

"You're a cheapskate, huh!" The more Lucas thought about it, the more wronged he became, his little face turned into a steamed bun, and he ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat facing the venue.

Ling Chen and Viola stood by and watched. The couple leaned together and couldn't help but chuckle from time to time, as if bickering between the elder son and the younger son was a particularly fun thing that they enjoyed very much.

Lao Ling even patted Ling Yun on the shoulder, pretending to persuade him to fight: "Oh, forget it, calm down, you see, you are also the CEO of a big club, if you are photographed by the media arguing with your brother, you will be laughed at, don't Fight, have fun, and be obedient."

Ling Yun hugged his younger sister to avoid his father's claws: "Do you think you are coaxing the child?"

"Aren't you my child?"

Luo Cheng, Nick, and a group of staff and bodyguards who stood beside him silently lowered their heads, pampering their 26-year-old son as if they were 6 years old. Probably only an eclectic father like Mr. Ling could do that.

At the same time, in the locker room, the players who had completed their warm-up training returned to the locker room one after another.Wenger was standing at the door, looking at them with admiration and pride.

In front of the locker room where the tactical board was originally placed, there was a desk suddenly, and the laptop that the assistant coach usually used was placed there at some point.

The players are a little strange, because apart from conducting technical and tactical analysis and post-match summary meetings in the conference room, Wenger rarely uses electronic devices in the locker room to convey his tactical ideas to them.

Are they going to temporarily change their tactics today, or does the coach have any secret big moves to explain to them before going on the field?

The players have all sat in their seats and started to take off their training uniforms and put on their playing jerseys.Wenger came to the front of the locker room and said to everyone: "This is the second consecutive year that we have stood in the Champions League final. Last year we won the first Champions League in Arsenal's history. Every player in that game I still remember the details and every goal.”

"Today we are here again, the opponents are equally strong, and even in the Champions League, Real Madrid is more experienced than last year's Bayern. By this time, I have nothing to explain to you, but, I said earlier The days are just starting to prepare a small gift for everyone, and I want to give it to you before the game."

The team members paused as they changed their clothes. They never expected that there would be gifts at this time. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what kind of medicine the head coach was selling in the gourd. Could it be that vitamins were used as a stimulant to coax them into taking them, so that What kind of divine power did they mistakenly think they had awakened on the field?