After the game, the players washed up in the locker room and went home.

As for what to say about going back to the hotel to rest and bus transfer, it doesn't exist at home, and you don't need money to stay in a hotel? Don't you want money for gas?

Fortunately, the players in Ibiza did not want to take advantage of the club, they are all car owners.

"White, do you want to take my car back, I bought it a few days ago." Dagstino chewed gum, leaned in front of the car, and extended an invitation.

"Take my car."

"White, my car." Fabianski shouted, "Today I have a treat. ”

Jerry Sman. White. Clement felt like he was surrounded by a thick warmth.

He knows his team-mates to express their gratitude and congratulations in this way, congratulations and thanks for his two goals today to help the team win.

"Whose car should I take?" Clement was a little worried, he had difficulty choosing.

Horn~

Fang Jue poked his head out of the car window and shouted angrily, "Fuck off, I don't know and think you drive a Ferrari." ”

Then he shouted at Clement, "Come up, I'll send you." ”

The players laughed and rode away happily.

"Where's your car?" Fang Jue asked.

"The tires were punctured." Clement said depressedly.

"What's going on?"

"Well, they ......," Clement said, "I scored that own goal half a month ago, and the tires haven't been better. ”

Burst.

Fang Jue almost burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, there won't be any troublemakers poking your tires in the future."

"Hopefully." Clement said with a smile, thought about it, and finally asked, "By the way, coach, how did you see that I have the potential and talent to shoot and score?" ”

When he came on the pitch, he still needed to give himself self-suggestion to cheer himself up, but after scoring these two goals, Clement was full of confidence and believed in the coach's words.

"I'm UEFA's youngest professional coach." Fang Jue said lightly.

Clement was in awe.

……

Clement's home is on Nevada Avenue, where many of the island's indigenous fishermen and their descendants live.

"Thank you for sending me home, Coach." Clement said goodbye to the coach.

"Go for it, White." Fang Jue waved his hand, "You will be proud of your choices and efforts now." ”

Clement nodded gratefully and waved goodbye to the coach.

"Baby, I'm back." Clement pushed open the courtyard door and shouted.

"Daddy, thank you for the gift." A blonde little Lori rode a stroller and greeted her happily.

"Baby, muwa." Clement picked up her daughter, kissed her, and looked down at the stroller at her feet.

"Daddy, give ......"

Clement took it, and it was a letter.

"Mr. Clement, I'm the one who has been going to puncture your tires every day these days, please forgive me for my recklessness and stupidity...... I was going to buy you a new bike, but I didn't have any money...... Hopefully this little gift will make up for my mistakes. ”

Clement's eyes were a little sour, and he rubbed his eyes.

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

"Nope."

"Talking nonsense is crying."

"Baby, do you remember what the guy who sent the gift looked like?" Clement asked.

"Lilika is playing a photo game, I took a picture of it."

"Great!" Clement was thrilled:

God, earth, finally caught this bastard, the bad man is like a stupid fork, riding a bicycle to the training base every day, and carrying the bicycle back.

……

Fang Jue returned to the dormitory.

He threw himself directly on the couch, rolled left, rolled right, click, and fell to the ground.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ignoring it at all, Fang Jue only cared about silly music.

It's amazing.

A day ago, he was just a disseminator of traditional Chinese art, a computer network worker, a natural vegetation refinery worker, and a non-professional in water conservancy dredging, but now, he is a coach, a cool coach who stands on the sidelines, sits in the coach's seat, commands Ruoding, and scolds Fang Xuan, and also won 2-0 in the first game of his coaching career.

It's a dreamlike experience.

Just this experience, Fang Jue felt that he was obsessed with the job of coaching, and he liked that feeling.

When Clement scored, when the game ended, he politely and reservedly extended his right hand to the opposing coach, and his inner excitement was indescribable.

The mood is so refreshing.

Fang Jue decided to give the guy who wanted to invite him to dinner a chance.

"Hey, Rebeto, didn't you say you were going to invite me to dinner last year?"

……

"I really suspect I know a fake Chinese." Reberto picked up a piece of eel meat, shook his head, and said, "Don't you know what polite words are?" And, that's what I said last year. ”

"The biggest thing about me is that I am simple and easy to trust people." Fang Jue broke the crab leg and ate happily, "Besides, you are a Spaniard who is polite all day long, is this appropriate?" ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of his dark beer and burped, "Why did you come back all of a sudden?" ”

"I'll come back to see Sophie." Reberto looked up into the distance, the night was dark, the sea was calm, but behind this calm was a black storm that did not know when it would suddenly erupt.

Fang Jue didn't say anything reassuring, just patted Rebeto's shoulder.

Sophie is Rebeto's lover, a year ago because of drowning, it can be said that there are no bones, at that time the two of them were like glue, Rebeto would take Sophie with him wherever he went, after this incident, Rebeto left this sad place.

"It's my responsibility." Reberto looked at the dark sea and was sad, "I should have done a check-up in advance." ”

Fang Jue didn't speak, at this time, all Reberto needed was a listener.

When Reberto finished drinking the glass of wine and was about to refill it, Fang Jue got up and took the glass.

"Enough!" Fang Jue couldn't stand it anymore, "Didn't you buy another one later?" How? Leaking air again? ”

"No, this one is durable." Reberto shook his head, "It's just that I'll still miss Sophie." ”

!

Fang Jue didn't bother to pay attention to this guy, he suspected that he would become out of tune after being in contact with this guy for a long time.

"When did you become a journalist?" Fang Jue asked, and he decided to change the subject.

"How?" Reberto stood up, stretched out his arms, stretched out his hand, as if to catch the sea breeze, and then turned his head to look at Fang Jue, squeezing his eyebrows, "Today we have a tacit understanding!" I didn't expect that I hadn't been together for a year, but I still have such a tacit understanding. ”

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a collection, ask for a reward, thank you.