Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang received a pass from Mark, and slammed his right foot in and left foot, passing by the opponent who came to scramble. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this action is commonly known as fried croquettes. Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Yang used a ball to divide, shook off the second person who came up to rob, and after taking two steps forward, in the face of the defender who pounced, he flicked the outside of his right foot and changed direction at a large angle. Before the defenders pressed, he volleyed into the far corner of the goal in the opposite direction and the ball went into the net.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Yang started from the middle circle and picked the ball all the way until he shot at the edge of the penalty area, and the ball passed the goalkeeper's raised hand and fell into the goal. During the whole process, the football did not hit the ground.

Another five minutes later, Zhuo Yang once again connected several people, pulled out his foot and shot angrily, and the football hit the crossbar and bounced off the field.

A good campus football friendly match turned into Zhuo Yang's personal performance. Pass, break, shoot, pass, break, shoot again.

Zhuo Yang strode after the football rolling forward, before the interception came, stretched out his toes, poked lightly, and instantly surpassed the blocked opponent, facing the defender who was staring at the ball step by step, Zhuo Yang used a large pedal to shake him to the ground, and then took the football and walked away.

In another attack, Zhuo Yang used a fake fax to dunk the defender, then used his ankle to flick the ball in reverse, passed the goalkeeper, and then gently pushed the ball into the empty goal with the arch of his foot.

Zhuo Yang, who hadn't played football for a while, played heartily and didn't care about the opponent's depressed expression at all. In the continuous cheers of his teammates, he teased the opposing players again and again.

"Zhuo, are you a monster from China?" After the game, everyone walked to the dormitory area and chatted. "Are you sure you're not from Brazil?"

"Brazil? Where is that? Does the subway pass by? Zhuo Yang, who was in a good mood, also joked with everyone.

A group of literary and artistic youths who played wild balls burst into laughter.

The sound of laughter mingled through the dense foliage of the roadside and the sound of the piano coming from the practice room.

On a four-story terrace by the side of the court, Professor Norman watched it all with interest, then took a sip of the coffee in his cup.

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Hanover, the capital of the German state of Lower Saxony, is a transportation hub on land and water. The industrial manufacturing industry is highly developed, and it is the center of Germany's automobile, machinery, electronics and other industries. In addition to commerce, finance and insurance, Hannover is best known for its MICE and tourism industries, where TUI, Europe's largest tourism company, is headquartered.

Hannover's football, of course, is best known as Hannover 96 Football Club.

Founded in 1896, Hannover 96 Football Club has been up and down for many years, without much accolades to take, and in good times, it can stand firm in the middle of the German Football League, and in bad times, it is common to mess around in the second and even third divisions.

None of this has anything to do with Zhuo Yang.

On the outskirts of Hannover, on the edge of the German Canal, very close to the Hannover University of Music, there is also a relatively small football club called Hannover Madiburg Football Club, referred to as Madiburg. Madiburg is a team that was only established after the Second World War, and has always been at the bottom of the league, and it is also happy to have no ambitions.

The current president of the club is Angus Mullen. Angus Mullen was a successful businessman whose industries included manufacturing, finance, real estate, and tourism. Angus. In 1990, Mullen bought the barely sustainable club Madibo at the price of cabbage, becoming the owner and sole shareholder of the club. In the following decade or so, Angus. Mullen continued to invest in the construction of a new football stadium with a capacity of 19,000 people. In honour of his father, Angus Mullen named the new stadium after his father, 'Victor'.

Madiborg FC has also gradually stabilized in the past ten years, and the results have steadily improved, and the team finally entered the German third division through the play-offs two years ago.

The third division is already a professional league, and the promoted Madiburg feel the pressure and have been relegated for two consecutive seasons. Before the start of the 2002/2003 season, the team's top scorer and central midfield were poached by the second division team, and another main central defender also moved to other teams, and the transfer work of the new season was very unsatisfactory, and the new arrivals disappointed the club. In the five games at the start of the new season, Madiborg lost 4 and drew 1 and are currently at the bottom of the table.

Angus Malen knew that Madiborg was a small club and it would be too difficult to make it to the second division or even the first division. Although the second division is very tempting, he thinks it is good to stay in the third division. However, the current situation of the club has made Angus Mullen very depressed, and if he wants to improve, he will need to increase his huge investment in the transfer market, but there is no suitable target in the transfer market now. And Chairman Mullen does not want to be reckless on this bottomless pit, he has his own plan and understanding of management.

Angus Mullen sat in an oak chair in his office, his feet high on the black desk, his fingers tapping on the armrests of the chair irritably, wondering if he should call Sylvia, the secretary, in and vent the fire on Sylvia's plump body.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. "Forget it, I'll clean up this little girl's skin later."

The call was from Carl Norman.

Carl Norman and Angus Mullen were both born in Hanover, and the two families are neighbors in the same neighborhood, which is known as Fa Xiao in China. The two are the same age, go to elementary school together and middle school together. When I was an adolescent, I did a lot of ridiculous things together, and I was also the four big irons who went through the window together and prostituted together.

Although the two later chose different careers, one became a famous pianist and the other was a successful businessman, it did not affect their friendship in the slightest. And Karl Norman is also a long-time fan.

"Carl, how did you remember to call me? God, may it be good news that my fragile heart can no longer withstand a single setback. Angus Mullen whined at his best friend.

"What's wrong? Angus, my friend, I didn't disturb your coquettish little secretary to blow the trumpet of your God, did I? "The pianist Carl Norman had a dirty smile." What's her name? Servia? Or Shirnova? ”

"Sylvia," said Angus Mullen proudly, "Sylvia is such a charming little slut, especially with her two legs. Tell you, Carl, you can't imagine how strong Sylvia's plump thighs are. ”

Two men have no good words!

Whether in the East or the West, men are inseparable from women, especially beautiful women. Men often talk about quantum mechanics and cosmic black holes one minute, and the next minute the topic has jumped to 36D breasts, and the beginning and end of the topic are round and smooth, without being abrupt.

After two well-dressed old hooligans talk from Sylvia's lap to Kate Winslet's nakedness, and after their dark lust is satisfied, Carl Norman explains the purpose of the call.

"Angus, I think you can come to my office one afternoon if you have some free time, and I will show you something interesting."

"What would you have there that would interest me? Did you get a new secretary, oh my God......" Angus Malen was clearly unsatisfied.

"No, no, no, not a woman." Professor Norman hurriedly stopped, it was not easy to bring it back after the topic had gone astray. "It's football, specifically, it's a little guy who plays football, and I'm sure you'll be interested."

"Are you going to recommend players to me? It's unbelievable. I'm curious about what a great pianist appreciates in a little one. "Chairman Mullen is still very serious when he talks about football.

"Trust me, Angus, maybe this little guy will help your team."

After hanging up the phone, Angus Mullen leaned back in his chair and was silent for a while, muttering, "What kind of little guy is it?" Then reach for the phone and press a button.

"Sylvia, come in for a moment......"

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Zhuo Yang still attends classes every morning, practices the piano in the afternoon, and then goes to play football. In the evening, I read the messages of my father, mother, sister, and friends on the computer, and then leave them a message myself. Because of the time difference, everyone can't always have the right time to chat online.

Every Sunday. There is no news about the work-study program that Professor Norman said, and Zhuo Yang is not in a hurry.

In the afternoon, after Zhuo Yang finished practicing, he returned to the dormitory to change his clothes, put on a pair of cheap football boots, and jogged to the court.

On the court, it is still the same rhythm as before, Zhuo Yang abuses people thousands of times, but people love Zhuo Yang like their first love. Probably because of the strong artistic temperament, Zhuo Yang's opponents did not have a strong sense of fighting, so they were not annoyed by Zhuo Yang's flower arrangement-like tricks, but were happy because they accidentally cut off Zhuo Yang's ball.

Zhuo Yang used a crotch piercing to pass a celist, and a Marseille slalom to shake off a composer, and then used his speed to eat a clarinet, and then shot through the violin-guarded door with a furious shot.

"That's the kid you're talking about? Is it Chinese? On the fourth-floor terrace, Angus Mullen looked at Zhuo Yang running down the pitch below.

"Well, the technology is good, right?" Carl Norman adds another cup of coffee to his best friend.

"The ball is very familiar and the technique is quite good. But the following matches lack hardness and strength, there is no confrontation, and there is not much to see. "Chairman Mullen expounded his views from his own professional point of view.

"So what?" Professor Norman disagreed with his good friend, "He's only seventeen, seventeen." With a good technical foundation, everything else is easy to say, don't forget, Zhuo is only seventeen years old. ”

"You're right, old friend." Chairman Mullen nodded, "Seventeen years old is a huge advantage, and if he is well trained, his potential will surpass that of a human being." I think I can give him a chance. ”

"There's one more problem," Professor Norman explains, "that he's still my student and that he still needs to finish his studies in school." My God, Zhuo has an unimaginable talent for the piano, and he is one of the most special and wonderful students I have ever met. Therefore, Zhuo must first complete his studies, and the training must not affect his schoolwork. Of course, there will be no absence from the weekend's races. ”

Angus Mullen stared at Norman for three seconds, then said, "Well, who made Carl my dearest friend?" I promise you, however, this Chinese...... His name is Zhuo, right? Zhuo had to start with the youth team. How far he can play is up to the coaches of the team and I won't interfere. Bring me another cup of coffee, your coffee is really good. ”

Zhuo Yang, who finished playing football, was about to go back to the dormitory with Mark when his mobile phone rang.

"Zhuo, come to my office right away, yes, right now!"

Zhuo Yang appeared in Professor Norman's office in a stinky sweat, and he looked at the strange old German man in front of him with a little surprise.

"Zhuo, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Angus Mullen, Angus, this is Zhuo, Zhuo Yang, from China." The Norman presentation was formal.

"Hello, Mr. Mullen, it's an honor to meet you." There is no shortage of politeness for children from intellectual families.

"Hello, Zhuo, you can call me Angus." Chairman Mullen shook hands with Zhuo Yang, and then went straight to the point. "I want to ask you a question, do you like football?"

Zhuo Yang replied decisively: "Of course, of course I like football!" ”

"Well, I heard Carl say you're looking for a part-time job, and I thought, I can help you." Next, Angus Malen gave a brief overview of who he is and the club Madhiburg.

Zhuo Yang's brain spun quickly, and then he looked at Professor Norman: "Sir, I would like to hear your advice. ”

Carl Norman said: "You are significantly more interested and talented in football than in other jobs, and more importantly, the salary is much higher than in other part-time jobs. But you must promise not to affect your studies, otherwise, I will inform your mother, Ms. Yang Hong! ”

Norman obviously knew that Zhuo Yang was in awe of his mother Yang Hong, but he didn't know Yang Hong's aversion to football, otherwise the professor would not have come up with such a hated idea.

Zhuo Yang happily said to Angus: "Mr. Mullen, I can accept this job, but it must not affect my studies, otherwise my mother will kill me." Also, I want to know what my salary is? After speaking, Zhuo Yang said to Professor Norman again: "Sir, please keep this matter secret from my mother!" ”

"Zhuo, you can come to the team every afternoon to train, I've already told Carl about that." Angus Mullen replied seriously: "But you have to be there on time for the game day, it won't affect your studies. If there are no other problems, you can come to the club tomorrow to sign a contract for a youth player. As for the salary, I guess a thousand euros a week would be a good price. ”

"Why not fifteen hundred euros?" Zhuo Yang asked very seriously.

"Hahaha-" laughed Angus Mullen, "this is a funny little fellow. Carl, I like him! ”