[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

【Law van der Ley's final glory should not be on the podium that has gone through countless calculations and operations. ] After Raul finished speaking, he patted Aarau on the shoulder and turned away.Alau frowned as he watched the Spaniard go away, and stopped staying where he was, and turned back.

Last Glory?

Row van der Rey gave a sudden sneer, what a joke.

What is the real purpose of Raul Gonzalez's words, Aarau doesn't want to think about it for the time being, this sentence is like encouraging him to die, don't you think he doesn't know?

Hmph, Lao Vanderlei decided to die, does he still need others to instigate and fool him?

Lou van der Rey returned home. In recent days, because he couldn't hold Candice in his arms or carry him on his shoulders all the time, his little candy had shown several times of displeasure recently.After finally waiting for Candice to take a bath and then tell a story to fall asleep, Aarau walked into the study, opened the window of the study, and the wind blowing in made Aarau startle.He looked out of the window with some hesitation, and this hesitation had troubled him for a long, long time.

There is a solution, and the result seems to be right in front of Aarau's imagination.Although the two situations are not quite the same, there is actually not much difference.In fact, he has no contact with that senior. Speaking of which, if it wasn't for Raul, he wouldn't even feel any similarity.

Arau breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the phone in his hand for a long time, hesitated but still didn't make a call, and even threw the phone on the leather chair.He has made up his mind, and he knows that he will regret it if he doesn't do it.

Maybe it was like in Real Madrid, when he was too young to look at the Argentine who seemed a bit too tall, Fernando Redondo.It's just that he is more for Real Madrid, and Lou van der Ley himself, except because he has never been able to bring Bayern a European championship, in fact, he does not intend to really end with this.

It's so peaceful.

Thinking of this, Alao slowly raised a hand to cover his eye sockets. Yes, if this is the ending, it will inevitably be too peaceful, and he doesn't want it to be like this.

On the second day of Bayern Munich, Van Gaal looked like he hadn’t slept well all night, his eyes were bloodshot and he asked Wolfart, who had been annoyed by the head coach recently, “Do you think Lou van der Rey is healed from injury? Already?" Wolfart repeatedly told himself not to be impulsive, but still said to him angrily, "Did I tell you that he is cured at the beginning of this season?"

"Dong dong dong——" Van Gaal's office door was knocked regularly, and Van Gaal and the tempered German looked at each other, wondering about the identity of the visitor, "Come in!"

The one who opened the door was Lou van der Ley. He saw Wolfart stunned for a moment, and the next second he looked a little embarrassed. For some reason, Wolfart actually understood his plan from here.The team doctor looked repeatedly between the head coach and the players who didn't cooperate at all, finally snorted, picked up the file on the desktop and walked out.

Van Gaal saw the protagonist who was talking just now standing in front of him, he picked up the water glass on the desk and took a sip to calm down, knowing that he must be here at this moment to say something, then, "What do you have?" idea?"

"I want to fight hard—" Aarau looked at Van Gaal and said, Van Gaal always felt that Lou van der Rey was actually amazing, as if he was still able to maintain calm at this moment, as if this incident had something to do with He has nothing to do with himself, "I have never won the Champions League for Bayern, and I want to fight hard; I don't want to leave regrets for my career, I want to fight hard."

The one who hesitated now was Van Gaal who had repeatedly confirmed with Wolfart just now whether he could do it or not. "To be honest, Bayern's current lineup really doesn't look like a champion."

"It's okay sir," Lou van der Rey laughed when he heard Van Gaal's words, "actually, that's what I'm best at."

Van Gaal was silent for a long time. He still needed to communicate with the medical team about Lou van der Ley's treatment method, but after being a coach for so many years, he guessed what it would be like.Including patients with sports pain such as lumbar muscle strain, Van Gaal guessed that it was closed therapy.

And what Lao van der Ley thought was probably this kind of closed therapy.

"Have you thought about what you will do in the future?" Van Gaal changed the subject abruptly, and Aarau couldn't keep up with the old man's thinking for a while, "Sorry...what did you say?"

"What will you do in the future, have you thought about it? Goalkeeper coach, head coach, commentator or some other important positions in Dutch football, have you thought about it?"

Aarau paused and shook his head. Van Gaal looked a little weird, "Actually, I think you would be suitable for a job like, uh, you know, a Dutch image ambassador."

"I'm not very good at these aspects..." Aarau subconsciously chose to refuse, but it seems that this reaction was expected by Van Gaal, "Actually, this has nothing to do with politics, but maybe you don't realize it yourself. To, you will live yourself into the dream of a generation."

This kind of compliment doesn't seem to come from a serious old man like Van Gaal, Lou van der Ley spread his palms to express his surprise, "Are you kidding, I mean, this is not a good thing."

Van Gaal also understood that what he said was inappropriate, so he shrugged and stopped explaining what he meant.

Of course, Aarau needs to tell Celesen about this kind of thing. Calling him may explain it directly on the mobile phone, but it happened that in Munich, Celesen heard the words "I want to tell you something big". After the seemingly serious beginning, he stopped him from continuing, "I'll go! I'll go today! You made me ready!" The next second hung up the phone.

Since the age of 17, Cheletsen has lived with such a beginning that often frightened him: "John, I have something big to tell you—"

When Chelesen rushed to Aarau excitedly, thinking that he had finally been selected into the first team of Real Madrid, the kid was sorting out the cardboard boxes while talking about this beginning, announcing the fact that he had met Ferguson.

"John, I'm going to tell you something big—"

Cheletsen watched the guy with his legs crossed on the sofa flipping through the newspaper with a calm expression, as if suddenly remembering an inconspicuous 'big event', he announced that he was dating Alexandra.

"John, I'm going to tell you something big—"

Chellesen gives this cloud in a breakdown!light!wind!light!The stars began to toss about transfer matters, and were forced to accept the fact that the star's sexual orientation is somewhat different.

"John, I'm going to tell you something big—"

Cheletsen looked at a baby that the man had brought out from nowhere with a 'fuck' face, and was told by the man with a rippling face that it was his own baby.

So after Chelesen heard the next thing of "John, I want to tell you a big thing", the whole person sat down on the sofa like an auditory hallucination.The instigator opposite him was cheerfully holding a glass of milk. Seriously, Chelesen had long forgotten when was the last time he cried because of a bad incident, but how to measure a 'bad' situation?He means, isn't it now?

"Stop laughing, you're laughing like a lunatic." Chelesen felt that every time he accepted the idea of ​​"ah, this is Arau, there will be no next time anyway", he would always toss a little to make him More crazy things come out.Like now—although, in fact, this time he would have such an idea, John Cheletsen could be said to have vaguely expected it.

"No, how could it be?" Alao shook his head solemnly with a sullen face, but finally he burst out laughing, as if he couldn't stop it at all.Chelesen sighed, "You think it through, right? Just because you got everything, and because you probably won't stay at Bayern if nothing happens, you just want to keep working hard. right?"

"I've never won the Champions League for Bayern, no matter how close I am, I never have." Lao van der Ley turned around and brought Cheletsen a glass of milk. But throwing a glass of red wine is very grand, but what is it to drop a glass of milk?The next day when people pack it up, they might think of something dirty.

"It's you who kept telling me that 'professional players and teams are professional', right? 'Paying salary is the same as going to work', you said it, right? Don't you dare to say it aside? I am so skinny and shameless, so realistic, what I do is 'others can owe me, but I can never owe others'?" After shouting this, Cheleisen drank the whole glass of milk, as if angry It disappeared instantly.

"However, if this is my last chance to reach the highest podium in Europe, you don't want me to end in failure, do you?" What a cutie, this cutie made Cheletsen tremble and disgusted Lou Vandre himself.

"You really don't have to be as pessimistic as you think. I mean, even if Bayern already intends to contact Neuer, you are not necessarily at a disadvantage. Minor surgery, a light knife, who said you can't fully recover? , who said that? comeon! You are the number one man in the world, why did you become the last time for no reason?" Cheleisen put the milk cup on the table, walked around the room with his waist full of annoyance, Alao said carelessly from the side, 'What if!if! ' was stared back by Cheletsen, "Don't let anything completely out of your control, right!"

Cheletsen pointed at Lou Vanderlei and cursed confidently, from how many unpleasant things he had done to how much he actually disliked him, Aarau's "ohhhhh" Take it all, Cheletsen said and finally collapsed on the sofa, staring at the lights on the roof as if out of his body.

"Stop laughing, come, let's seriously discuss the matter of sealing you... Lou Vandre, I'm telling you something serious, don't fucking laugh anymore! My ancestors, I beg you, stop laughing Ah, I'm going to be driven crazy by you!"

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Sterling was sitting in the office waiting for the answer. He knocked on the table anxiously and made irregular noises. Suddenly someone pushed the door open.

This is a woman. As an agent, she once became the spokesperson of a certain star. Of course, many fans remember her because she was also the girlfriend of that star for a while.But things seemed to be back to normal after her breakup with the star, until she reemerged as a rising star among City journalists.

"Genty, it turns out—"

"Manchester United's opponent in the semi-finals of the Champions League, teacher." Alexandra's face was a bit complicated, "Master, it's not Real Madrid or Barcelona, ​​it's Bayern Munich!"

The author has something to say:

ohyeah - Bayern Munich v Manchester United

Don't go with history this season... it's going to be messy

Row van der Rey was in a mode of madness when he made up his mind, so he drove his poor agent mad...

I originally planned to let Dong Ge play, but in the end... I think Aarau has passed the age when he still needs other people's advice.

Atletico Madrid is the 8/1 final, and Manchester United is in the semi-final...

As for the story of last night... please read it with me, victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs...