[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

When Alonso heard him say "Who are you?", he was in a bad mood. After sharing the same bed for two years, this kid actually showed him what it means to lift his pants and deny recognition.

He pinched Ling Yun's chin, forced him to look at him, and asked in a very unpleasant tone: "You don't know me after sleeping all night?"

Of course Ling Yun knew him, sleeping like that was just to express his surprise at his new image.

The two domineering presidents held each other's chins and looked at each other.

Alonso got up early in the morning and shaved off the beard that he had grown for many years, leaving only an iron-blue mark on his chin, which was as rough as sandpaper to the touch, and Ling Yun couldn't put it down.

"It looks like he's a few years younger, as if he's back to the handsome guy who fascinated thousands of girls back in Liverpool."

It didn't sound like he was boasting himself, Alonso squeezed his hand dissatisfied: "Am I very old now?"

"Not old at all, very young." Ling Yun lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and dragged his boyfriend straight to the bathroom, "Today I will give you a haircut."

Alonso's hairstyle is usually the kind of retro British oily head. With his well-groomed beard, he looks particularly elite of a British gentleman.

Today Ling Yun made his hair fluffy on purpose, and he shaved his beard. In the past two years, he has lost a lot of weight, and he looks much younger.

On the way, Ling Yun remembered and asked curiously: "Why did you suddenly remember to shave your beard?"

Alonso rubbed his chin, still a little unaccustomed to his change: "Isn't this discussed with everyone? I don't want to shave my head, so I shaved my beard."

Ling Yun admired the hairstyle he personally made for the other party, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was: "Let's wait until the World Cup defends successfully before shaving."

Alonso liked to hear this, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips: "Then what if you think I'm ugly?"

Ling Yun patted his face lightly: "Don't think too much, first break the curse that the defending champion group can't get out of the line."

Alonso resisted the urge to beat him up, sat up straight, turned his head out of the car window, and planned to ignore him until he reached his destination.

The meeting place for the whole team in the morning is still the Hall of Honor at the Emirates Stadium.Because Ling Yun changed his boyfriend's hairstyle, the two of them were a little late when they went out. Although they were not late, when they entered the exhibition hall, almost all the team had arrived.

When Alonso walked in through the gate, the teammates who were chatting and laughing immediately fell silent the moment they saw him. A few seconds later, the entire exhibition hall was boiling.

The booing boys screamed and whistled, and they all surrounded them in a swarm.

"Ah, Brother Long is returning?"

Because Ling Yun often called him that, so a few friends in the team also called him that. As long as Ling Yun didn't get jealous, Alonso didn't care.

"This is too handsome, it is simply the face value of our team."

"That's right, that's the temperament of Hollywood male stars."

The brats were chattering, and it sounded like they were praising Alonso for changing his look, which made everyone's eyes shine, but they were actually teasing him.

Ling Yun laughed so hard at the side, he said when it was time to set off: "Enough is enough, after talking about it, he really thinks he can go to the Oscars to walk the red carpet."

A very important event this morning is that the whole team arrived at Buckingham Palace to receive congratulations from the Queen of England.

Hundreds of reporters gathered in front of Buckingham Palace. Queen Elizabeth II and her husband Prince Philip, accompanied by Ling Yun, shook hands with the coaching staff and all the players one by one.

The Queen also said that Wenger has made outstanding contributions to the development of English football and should honor him.

According to the usual practice, the afternoon is the time for players and fans to celebrate the victory together-the championship celebration parade.

This time the parade route was also registered in advance with the traffic department. The fans put on the red and white jerseys belonging to Arsenal early, turning the entire North London into an endless red.

In just two weeks, this is the second time for Arsenal to win the championship. Players and fans are still enjoying it.

To be honest, Ling Yun is a little tired of this kind of celebration, anyway, it has nothing to do with him as the owner of the club, he can't board the float and parade with the players, it's better to lie in the car and blow the wind The air conditioner is comfortable to catch up on sleep.

The final official celebration was held at the Emirates Stadium at night. Unlike the brightly lit games in the past, the entire stadium was darkened tonight, and only dots of light sticks in the hands of the fans could be seen, looking from a distance, flickering Shining like stars in the night.

Ling Yun was still sitting in his box, looking at the stage, the players came on stage one by one under the introduction of the host, finally Arteta, Mertesacker, Rosicky and Alonso were holding The four championship trophies of the Champions League, the Premier League, the FA Cup and the League Cup entered the stadium.

What is being played on the big screen are highlights of the goals scored in various competitions this season, accompanied by impassioned music. Not to mention the fans in the stands, even the players are watching with enthusiasm.

Seeing the cheers of the fans in the sky reach its peak, four championships are not enough, far from enough, there are still three championships waiting for them to conquer next season, and they will become an unprecedented seven championships!

Next, the head coach, captain, and players spoke one by one, and then the whole team sang the team song. At the end, Ling Yun had fallen asleep again.

The windows in the private room have been closed tightly under Ling Yun's order, and the sound insulation effect is very good. No matter how deafening the shouts of tens of thousands of people are outside, you can't hear anything in the private room anyway, and the lights are not turned on to suit the atmosphere of the scene , Ling Yun lay comfortably on the chair, don't sleep too contently.

When he woke up, he was already good at the activities, Ling Yun sat up and stretched, Nick handed over his suit jacket in good time: "I really don't understand, such an exciting moment, You can still sleep?"

Ling Yun casually grabbed his messy sleeping hair: "Of course you don't understand, it's because of this time that I can sleep peacefully."

After returning home and taking a shower, Ling Yun felt refreshed, and sat on the low cabinet in the cloakroom to watch his boyfriend pack his luggage.

It is now late May and approaching June, and there are only two weeks left before the opening of the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. The national teams have already started pre-match training a week ago, and only these players who participated in the Champions League final are allowed to delay their return.

Ling Yun sat on the cabinet, and stepped on the carpet with two long legs that had nowhere to rest. "Isn't it okay to go back to Madrid a day later? Wangcai is still waiting for you to take him on an outing."

When Wangcai heard his name, he appeared at the door of the cloakroom shaking his head, putting on a look of anticipation, and cooperated with his father.

Alonso raised his head from the neatly packed suitcase at home, looked at him tenderly and smiled: "Does Wangcai want to go on a picnic, or do you want to go on a picnic?"

"It's me, it's me," Ling Yun nodded, "It's me who wants to go on an outing, so can you leave one day later?"

"No." Alonso stood up, walked up to Ling Yun, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, "Bosque (the head coach of the Spanish national team) told me to return to the team tomorrow. This is discipline, and I cannot disobey it."

Ling Yun nodded, expressing his understanding, but this season has finally come to a successful end, he just wants to stay with his boyfriend for a while in this relaxed state.

Seeing this scene, Wangcai understands that as a tool dog, its mission has been completed, and there is nothing to do with it here, so he should go out and dismantle the house to entertain himself.

Ling Yun wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, sitting at a height where he could bury his head in his arms: "Have you packed your things?"

"Well," Alonso actually has nothing to take care of. The training base has everything, and the team's uniform is uniform. He only needs to prepare some personal items, which can be packed in a small suitcase. "Almost, Just the last one."

Ling Yun asked casually: "What else is there?"

"I almost packed you up and took them away."

Ling Yun glanced at his suitcase: "It's too small to fit."

Alonso touched the top of his head lightly, and inserted his fingers into his soft hair: "I'm serious, I really want to take you to Madrid."

"Then... take me with you." Ling Yun raised his head, his blue eyes sparkled like countless little stars, "I will be your assistant, responsible for bringing you tea and water every day .”

Alonso imagined that scene, not to mention that the Spanish Football Association does not allow players to bring their families. Even if it is allowed, what he brings is definitely not an assistant who serves tea and water, but a young master who needs him every day That kind of busy schedule.

"You just stay at home."

O man!

Ling Yun pushed him and put distance between the two of them, with the arrogance of a domineering CEO on his face: "I just said it casually, you really thought I was going to Madrid with you."

"Huh..." He pretended to sneer, "The club still has a lot of work waiting for me, and the contract with Maserati has not yet been negotiated, and I have made an appointment with Harry to go to Botswana together..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was gagged fiercely, and a fierce and punitive kiss, like a siege, made Boss Xiaoling's legs weak instantly.

Alonso was willing to let him go until his cheeks turned red due to lack of oxygen, and before parting, he took a bite on his lips: "Go to Botswana, I will pack your things for you now, with I'm going to Madrid."

Ling Yun rubbed his face and looked at him proudly and provocatively: "I have promised him that I will stay with him in Botswana for a week to save the rhinos there."

He was going, and it was impossible for Alonso to stop him, but he still felt a little worried, so he couldn't help telling him, "Take care of yourself and be safe."

"Don't worry, Harry has been doing charity there all year round, and he is very familiar with the environment there, so there will be no problem."

Having said that, Alonso is even more worried!