National Treasure Striker [Football]

Julian pushed the door open, ready to see if anyone was inside.

The door opened, as if someone had been there, but there was no one in the room.

Julian looked around and saw a pot of plants on the table in the dressing room.

He leaned over to identify it for a long time, and the rich fragrance of flowers seemed to come from nowhere.

Like tulips?

Julian got it!

Fathead fish is really on the road!You keep your word, you're a man!

Counting the time, Van Persie should be back. If he hadn't gone on vacation with his family, it would have been possible in London.

After all, I live in London all the time, but somehow I came to the club.

If you don't deliver tulips to your elder brother's door and put them in the locker room, are you sure that your elder brother will pass by the locker room?

Holding the beautiful pot of tulips in his hands, Julian happily left the locker room and walked towards the playground.

One road will go through the coach's office before you can get to the dormitory.

Julian was humming, and when he walked into Wenger's office, he subconsciously took a look inside. When he came to the club, he greeted the doorman. The old man at the door told him that the old man came to the club today.

Is the boss so dedicated?

Sure enough, Wenger was inside, the old man's door was not closed, and a breath of air-conditioning came out from the crack in the door.

Julian was thinking of going in to say hello to his boss, whom he hadn't seen for more than a month, when he took half a step, he was attracted by the voices inside.

Only Wenger's voice sounded like he was talking to someone on the phone, and his tone didn't sound so calm, as if he was discussing business with someone.

"...why should we sell him to Manchester United when we can get £3000m from Manchester City or Juventus?"

"...Yes, we may not be able to give players more money, but Arsenal is not the same as it used to be, listen Alex, you know what I mean..."

"Arsenal deserve the credit, no doubt about it."

"I understand his intentions, but the player's mind may change until the last moment."

Then there was the sound of the phone hanging up. Obviously, this was a very unpleasant call.

Julian blinked, and digested the sentences in his ears a little slowly... Is the boss talking about the transfer of someone in the team with Manchester United?

Julian should not be in charge of this matter, although he always feels that the "he" in Wenger's mouth is one of his better friends-the club is like this, an iron-clad club, flow-through players, a team always needs There are replacements.

Anyway, he can still be friends without being in the same team in the future, Julian thought very openly.The boss probably wasn't in the mood to meet people right now, so he turned around and prepared to leave quietly.

But the coach in the room obviously noticed him, and Wenger stopped Julian: "Why did you go back to the club so early?"

Of course he couldn't leave when he was discovered, so Julian opened the door and went in, explaining to Wenger why he came back.

The old man nodded: "Thirsty? Go over there and get a glass of water."

Do you have something to say to your elder brother?Julian held the water glass and looked at the coach desperately.

Looking at the well-behaved little apprentice, Wenger sighed from the bottom of his heart, but his face was still cheerful: "Congratulations on winning the European Cup."

Julian rolled his eyes: "Thank you, boss. It's all thanks to my national team teammates, the coach, and your teaching, boss."

Wenger smiled: "Who taught you to be so humble?"

Julian blinked, but said nothing.

The boss doesn't understand, this is the wisdom of Chinese people...Of course it was Captain Huo who taught him

He looked at the pile of materials spread out on Wenger's desktop, and thought that the boss is the boss, and he was still working overtime after everyone was on holiday, so he asked Wenger, "Do you have anything to worry about?"

The old man shook his head slightly: "It's just a routine job."

Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, Wenger didn't really want to say anything to him, so he let him go first, looked at his tulips before leaving, and mentioned one thing to him: "Robin is back too , you go all the way, maybe you can meet him."

Julian responded, went out and took a few steps, and began to think about Wenger's words... Huh?There is something about what the boss said.

As he was walking, he saw a familiar figure at the bench next to the court.

No one was moving around in the Emirates Stadium, and the man's back was very conspicuous.He sat there by himself with his arms on his knees, seemingly thinking about something.

With this background, like a lone wolf.

That is not ordinary loneliness, it is a kind of proud independence due to one's own strength.

Great players all have this kind of feeling. Tokgo seeks defeat. Julian stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes.

After such a long distance, the man noticed something, and turned his head as if feeling something——

The eyes of the two people collided in the air, they looked at each other, a silent and powerful aura surrounded them, and no one looked away first.

Julian thought to himself, it really is a fat fish.

After a while, the person on the opposite side moved, turned his head back again, and continued to sit in the same posture just now, but Julian understood that it was a silent invitation.

Tsk, what kind of riddle is Fathead Fish playing?

Julian walked over, still holding the pot of tulips in his hand, and sat down beside Van Persie.

"Captain, why did you come back to the club so early? Don't be in a hurry for extra training. The European Cup is just over, why don't you rest for a few days?"

Van Persie looked at the tulip in his hand: "Aren't you here too? Congratulations on winning the championship."

Julian noticed his gaze, and lifted the flower pot with a smile: "It's hard for the captain to remember this, thank you, captain, I like it very much. After I moved, I put it on the balcony and kept it well."

Van Persie nodded and said nothing, moved his right hand on his knee and put it on the stool instead.

Julian's observation skills are always outstanding, and he found that Van Persie's right hand was wrapped with a circle of cloth.

This is hurt?But I haven't played against the Dutch team that day.

Julian smashed his mouth, took out his cigarette from his pocket, and was stared at by Van Persie when he took out half of it. After thinking about it, he took out a handful of candy instead.

One for myself, and one for Van Persie by the way.

Van Persie continued to look at the lollipop he brought over, but didn't take it.

The light bulb above Julian's head lit up, and he understood.It is inconvenient to peel the fat head fish by yourself.

He tore off the candy wrapper, and stuffed the candy into Van Persie's mouth without any explanation.

The captain gave me a tulip, and I gave the captain a lollipop

The scheming boy fed the captain candy, but he didn't eat it himself.Anyway, the fat head fish is so thin, it doesn't matter if it gets fatter.

Fat teammates don’t get fat themselves√

"Tell me," Julian noticed something, "Did you go to the boss just now, captain?"

Van Persie was noncommittal.

Julian raised his eyebrows, that's it.

The current captains all have to pretend to be deep.

Van Persie tipped the candy on the tip of his tongue, and suddenly asked him: "What are your plans for the future?"

Julian said: "Win the championship. Cousin will come to Arsenal next season. I don't know if Mesut will come, but I think he wants to come. The boss probably has his own ideas. I think we will be very stable next season." .”

Julian emphasized a wave of "next season will be very stable", and then said: "Captain, didn't you say you found a house for me? We will be neighbors in the future, and we can bring Tudou to your house to visit if we have nothing to do."

"Yes, I found it. I can take you to see it later," Van Persie paused. Julian probably mentioned that Marchisio and Ozil were coming, and he immediately said, "Next season, the team There will probably be a big shakeup."

Julian looked at him.

Van Persie said: "I heard that the boss prefers two young forwards, one German and one French."

Julian didn't react too much: "It's time to strengthen our striker."

Van Persie was silent for a while, and said a few more words: "They are only a few years older than you, and they are all young people with potential. You should have a lot of common topics. Next season, you can help them adapt to Arsenal more quickly. Rhythm."

That doesn't sound right.Although Julian himself is the goal forward, there should be a tacit understanding among the forward teammates, right?Isn't it better to let the goalkeeper teach them the rhythm?

As the captain, Van Persie must command them. Otherwise, there is Wenger, which round will get Julian?

Julian lowered his eyelids, and when he raised them again, the look in his eyes was not quite the same as before.

Van Persie realized that he understood his voice.

The gentle light blue of Italy in his eyes turned into the inorganic gray-green of Germany, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained the same, he just touched the tulip, and his tone became lighter: "It's a change of blood, I understand. Who wants to go?"

If someone comes, someone will definitely leave.

The two turned their heads and met each other's eyes.

Under the rare sunshine in London, Julian spoke first: "Do you want to go to Manchester United?"

There was a familiar light in Van Persie's eyes, with a bit of determination and a bit of reluctance.

A long time ago, he also saw it in the eyes of his previous captain, and then his captain left, and the next captain of the team became Julian.

Julian straightened his expression. Van Persie didn't speak, so he took it as his acquiescence: "Why? For money? Or for the championship?"

Van Persie looked away, not ready to answer directly: "I just follow my inner voice."

What the hell is this panacea answer.

As soon as Julian contacted him, he understood everything. The boss definitely didn't want Van Persie to leave. Even if he really had to let him go, he probably didn't want him to go to Manchester United.

Neither the Champions League nor the League Golden Boot could change his mind. The eldest brother just didn't understand what the captain was thinking.

Don't ask him why he is so sure, the boss hopes that he can persuade Fathead Yu, so it can be seen that Fathead Fish's talks with the club have collapsed.

In fact, it is not impossible to force him to stay, but obviously, the current club executives have no intention of forcing Van Persie to stay. They are very skilled at selling the captain.

When the European Cup was still playing before, Julian heard about the conflicts between the top management of the Arsenal club and the Arsenal fans. Maybe there were clues at that time, but Julian was busy preparing for the game and did not pay attention to these things.

"Hey," the expression on Julian's face changed back to heartless in a second, "Captain, are you sure you want Manchester United? I think Juventus and Manchester City are very good."

Van Persie didn't expect Julian to say that, and was taken aback for a moment.

Manchester United, Manchester United.Now that Julian heard about Manchester United, his first reaction was that his capitalist said that he would buy Manchester United if he did not have a league title last season.

I don't know if it's true or not, as if I didn't hear anything.

Yes, the capitalist still owes him a condition.

Not to mention anything else, if it really happens, isn't Fathead Yu going to make a living under the hands of capitalists?

I don't know why, but just thinking about it makes me feel weirdly happy.

Julian held his face together: "I think Manchester City is very good, rich, and there are many past teammates... By the way, Hart and Mario are there. It's easy to get acquainted."

Trying to make Fathead Fish change his mind, he must explain the benefits of different choices to him. It is not easy to say anything when the chips are in place.

Van Persie bit the candy in his mouth and bit the candy off the stick.

Julian saw it and said, "Don't waste the sugar sticks, wash them and give them to me."

Van Persie was puzzled: "...what are you going to do?"

Julian said, "Instead of a cigarette, play with it."

Van Persie: "..."

Julian carefully studied his expression, then suddenly reached out and poked his gauze-wrapped right hand forcefully.

Van Persie's reaction was a little big, obviously painful.

"Men are also afraid of pain?" Julian narrowed his eyes, full of aura, "Captain, who did you fight with?"