[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

Alonso didn't expect that his boss could make such a difficult request in public. He really is a little... wishful for it.

So, he held Ling Yun's shoulders with both hands, slightly opened the distance between the two of them, lowered his head, and answered his question with practical actions.

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There were more than 2 Arsenal fans left in the stands who were still unwilling to leave. At first, they had attracted their attention. Seeing this scene, they let out screams one after another, and the flash lights turned on.

"What's the situation? It doesn't count that the boss and the boss are hugging each other. Why are they still kissing?"

"What a fuss, the two of them are famous for their good relationship, and it's not just once or twice that they go in and out together."

"Is there anyone who doesn't know that they have lived together for more than two years?"

"Not to mention, these two people are a good match when they stand together."

"Is it that as long as Alonso wins the Champions League, he must have a fierce kiss with someone to celebrate?"

"..."

The kiss was actually not very intense. On the contrary, the Spaniard looked very gentle, as if he was holding a rare treasure, carefully touched it with his lips, and then parted, looking at Ling Yun with eyes full of affection .

Ling Yun, on the other hand, was amused by his serious expression, pushed him, and punched him on the shoulder again. The two had a quarrel for a while, and then they leaned shoulder to shoulder towards the player under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people. Go in the direction of the passage.

Just now, the melon eaters who thought they were ambiguous, affectionate, and compatible were instantly confused by their frankness.

This is probably just a simple relationship between the players and the owner.

After all, Alonso has a criminal record, and this is not the first time he has done something like this.

Alonso was really wronged. The last time Gerrard rushed to kiss him, this time it was his boyfriend who asked him for a kiss. He actually did nothing.

The two returned to the locker room. Unexpectedly, there was no celebration scene of demons dancing wildly, and it was even a little quiet.

The two turned a corner and saw the situation in the locker room. Wenger had already returned, and was sitting on the bench in front of the cabinet at the moment, with all the players surrounding him.

He looked up and saw Alonso, and beckoned to him, and Alonso walked over and sat beside him.

Ling Yun saw this posture and knew that the head coach had something to say, so he stood quietly and waited.

Wenger still has his usual gentle smile on his face, holding the Champions League trophy in his hand, looking at the children around him, his eyes are full of kindness: "Since the day I came to Arsenal, the Champions League has always been It is my goal, last year we achieved a zero breakthrough, and this year, we became the first Champions League defending champion since the restructuring."

"I thank you for letting me realize my dream, and you have realized your dream here. This season, we have won all the championships we have participated in so far, but it does not mean the end, but the beginning."

"From today, everything has changed. You will all be unique, with higher status and more attention. But I hope that each of you will not forget your original intention and continue to work hard for your dreams."

"Finally, I wish you all the best results in the World Cup, and then have a happy holiday. Next season, I am waiting for you, everyone."

Ling Yun realized that what he said was not meaningful. Indeed, there are more than 20 players in the current Arsenal first team. Many of them have very limited opportunities to play, and some young players who desire more playing time are actually very contradictory.

On the one hand, they want to stay at Arsenal. There are champions and dreams here, the teammates are friendly, the boss is nice, the salary is high, and the fans are very enthusiastic. Who doesn’t want to die here?

But on the other hand, they are still young, and all of them are in their prime. If they cannot maintain enough playing opportunities in a season, they will have no way to improve, and it will be difficult to get a place with the head coach of the national team.

Which players already had such thoughts in their minds? Ling Yun had actually noticed it a long time ago.But he is not dissatisfied with the players because they are interested in leaving. On the contrary, he has been trying to find a comprehensive way to deal with this problem.

At this time, a staff member came in from the outside and said something to Wenger's assistant coach, Ling Yun stood beside him and heard it clearly.

The man said that Kroenke Jr. would come to the locker room to celebrate winning the championship with the players, and asked them to get ready to receive the boss.

Ling Yun never had such ostentation when going in and out of the locker room. Unexpectedly, Kroenke was quite the air of a boss.

The second boss wanted to congratulate the employees, Ling Yun, the big boss, had no choice but to find a seat in the corner and wait for a good show.

It didn't take long for the only son of the Kroenke family to walk into the locker room surrounded by a large crowd.

He held his head up, walked and spoke slowly, like a leader inspecting work, walked up to Wenger, stretched out his hand, and said "Congratulations" lightly.

Whether he is sincerely congratulating, or just by acting, you can tell at a glance. In fact, little Kroenke is quite happy. The team's unprecedented success in defending the Champions League, the club's market value must be a big move, and Ling Yun is so eager If he wants to buy Arsenal, he will not worry about selling his shares at a good price.

Wenger didn't seem very enthusiastic either. He answered every question asked by the other party. He was very businesslike and didn't give the second boss any face.

The team members obviously didn't like to see the second boss very much. They returned to their positions and did their own work, and they didn't enthusiastically surround him.

The corner where Ling Yun was sitting happened to be the handover position. On the right hand side, Alonso was arranging things with his upper body naked, his chest muscles rising and falling with his movements. Boss Xiao Ling's mouth was dry, so he had to turn his head to the other side.

On the other side sat a child with light chestnut hair, big and round eyes, and his father's gold medal hanging on his chest. When he looked up at Ling Yun, his little face was full of innocence and ignorance.

Ling Yun knew him, this is Rosicky's youngest son, named Dylan.Xiaocuti often goes to the Kearney training base with her father, so naturally she also knows Ling Yun.

The two chatted in a short while, and when Alonso packed up his things and turned around, he happened to see Ling Yun cheating the only lollipop from the little friend.

Ling Yun lowered his head and concentrated on peeling off the candy wrappers, smiling until his eyes half-closed, as if what he was holding was some kind of rare delicacy.

Dylan watched him eagerly from the side, and Alonso even saw the kid swallow.

He sighed, like an old father in the eyes of his own children, he snatched the lollipop from Ling Yun's hand and stuffed it into the hand of the kid next to him.

Unexpectedly, Dylan stuffed the sugar into Ling Yun's hand again, and said in a childish voice, "Give it to brother."

Ling Yun laughed loudly, holding up the candy and proudly showing off in front of Alonso: "Did you hear that, give it to brother."

Alonso gave him a playful look: "Are you willing to eat?"

Ling Yun peeled off the candy wrapper and handed the lollipop to Dylan's mouth: "Let's give it to the little one."

At this time, Kroenke Jr. just walked up to them, first extended his hand to Alonso, and lavishly praised his performance on the field today, with a particularly exaggerated tone, as if the next sentence would give him a salary increase.

Alonso said "thank you" indifferently, and looked at the other party coldly, polite and alienated, which was in stark contrast to the patience and pampering he had shown to Ling Yun just now.

Little Kroenke looked at Alonso, then at Ling Yun, feeling that the atmosphere between these two people was a bit strange.

He turned his head to look at Ling Yun again. When the other party saw him, he stood up from the bench. Little Kroenke could see that this action was out of politeness, not respect for him.

He stretched out his hand to Ling Yun: "I didn't expect Boss Xiao Ling to be here."

There was a noncommittal smile on Ling Yun's face, which meant that I was sitting here, but you couldn't see me.

But he still said very restrainedly: "Mr. Kroenke rarely comes to the locker room. Naturally, he wants to get together with the players more."

Indeed, when they could draw blood from Arsenal before, the Kroenke father and son didn't often go to the scene to watch the game. Now that Ling Yun is here, they don't show up for a season at all. Out of sight, out of mind.

Coming to the scene today, firstly, it was the final of the Champions League. As a shareholder, it was a good opportunity to show his face in front of the public. Secondly, he couldn't wait to chat with Ling Yun.

Ling Yun had nothing to talk to him about. The more anxious he was, the less anxious Ling Yun was. He bluntly declined the other party's invitation to sit in the box. The team is about to return to London, and there will be a lot of celebrations tomorrow. Events await him.

After the Arsenal team left the stadium, they went straight to the airport. Even so, it was already three o'clock in the morning when the whole team returned to London.

On the plane, after winning the championship, the players were obviously over excited, making noise and posing for photos. Even if Ling Yun sat at the end of the cabin, he couldn't bear it, leaned there groggy, and didn't know if he was asleep or not. did not fall asleep.

The next day's activities started at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was almost four o'clock when they got home. Ling Yun went to the bathroom to take a shower in a trance, and fell asleep right after coming out.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by the alarm clock, turned over, and groped for a long time, but he couldn't find the phone or the boyfriend next to him.

He pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep again. The alarm clock rang and stopped, stopped and rang again, and repeated several times, but he couldn't hear it. After an unknown amount of time, someone patted gently through the quilt: " Rex, it's almost nine o'clock, are you still up?"

Ling Yun didn't move, and Alonso went to pull his quilt. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and finally Ling Yun gave up the resistance, revealing a messy head from under the quilt.

Alonso rubbed his hair: "Get up quickly, the first stop today is Buckingham Palace, you can't let Her Majesty the Queen wait for you."

These words can be regarded as pulling Ling Yun back from the sweet dreamland to reality. He lifted the quilt and sat up, slowly opened his eyes, but was so scared by the familiar yet unfamiliar face that appeared in front of him that he immediately woke up.

"Fuck, who are you?"