Chapter 235: A lot of debts don't weigh you down
The smell of hot bread from the shops along Kievskaya Avenue was more enticing than any perfume Chen Xi had ever smelled. As she walked down the street, an elderly grandfather pushed a tricycle full of jam and sweetbread, fragrant with blueberries, lemons and almonds.
After a whole day of playing in Kyiv, my stomach was already empty, "Can you give me one?" She heard herself speak in English, but was afraid that the old man would not understand, and gestured "lemon, honey or ...... Or whatever it tastes like. ”
The old man in the cart looked her up and down, his face full of confusion, he really couldn't understand what Chen Xi was saying, but following his gaze, he raised a hand, and compared it to a drawing.
The freshly baked jam cake was steaming, the fragrance was so hungry that she drooled, she took out a 500 hryvnia from her pocket, the old man found 4 100 pieces, handed her the bread wrapped in oiled paper, only to hear him say: "Welcome to Ukraine" This time Chen Xi understood, and heard him say again: "Come on, Spain!" "You see, there's a Euro vibe everywhere.
Chen Xi, who was walking and gnawing, found her husband in a fan store, and at the moment he was concentrating on playing live football with others, the ball on the TV was firmly controlled by the Italian team in the blue jersey, No. 9 Balotelli jumped out from the right side, and received a long pass from Pirlo at the back about ten meters from the penalty area, and with the two tackles of Buzquets and Ramos were shaken by the bicycle, in the blink of an eye, Ba Shen was only a penalty away from the goalkeeper. Casillas spread his wings, but it was a shot that didn't have much power and flew right into the net just right past the post.
Compared to playing on the field, the live situation is really simple.
Standing next to Hydward stood a blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged Ukrainian beauty who spoke fluent English, "Awesome kick, my lord!" With that, he put a pair of slender jade hands on Ward's shoulders.
Chen Xi, who came in from the door, happened to see the scene in front of her, "Oh, my lord" She deliberately adjusted her tone and said in a weird manner. As soon as Ward turned around, he happened to see his wife who was holding bread in her hand, like a squirrel gnawing, and subconsciously kept a little distance from the beautiful women around her to prove her innocence.
The long-legged Ukrainian girl pulled the Spanish jersey on her body to show her good figure, smiled at Chen Xi, walked away slowly, walked a few steps and turned around and deliberately winked at Ward. He just smiled and lingered on the perfect body of Eastern European beauties.
"Oh, my lion," Chen Xi continued her strange tone, "My king", "Come and tear me to pieces!" The woman kept teasing and eating flying vinegar.
Taking advantage of the holiday, Hydward and his wife came to Eastern Europe to watch the 2012 European Cup, from June 8th to July 1st, Poland was followed by Ukraine, and the last stop was Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, which lasted nearly a month, witnessing Cristiano Ronaldo in the atmosphere of chanting "Messi" in the audience, "scored two single goals, and witnessed the withering of tulips, and then was "surrounded" Iniesta, even if he was surrounded he could still send a precise straight stopper, Of course, this is also a European Championship for Balotelli and Pirlo, as well as Ibrahimovic's barb and Shevchenko's farewell.
In the match between France and Ukraine, the game was suspended for a while due to heavy rain and thunder, but the conscientious photojournalist photographed Hyde Ward, who kissed his wife in the heavy rain, and later revealed that this person was the manager of Portsmouth, a promoted horse in the Premier League, which also made Ward a little popular during the European Championship.
"It's more involved than the players and coaches who are commentating," he describes it.
Ward lowered the handle and gently took her hand and pulled it over, if there was no one at the moment, he would definitely do something indescribable! Of course, this was impossible, so Ward picked out two jerseys, one red and one blue, and walked out after settling the bill.
"How long is the game?"
"Hmm...... About two and a half hours. ”
Chen Xi's whole face straddled, "Go eat something!" ”
"You just had a loaf!!"
Ward took his wife's hand, and then understood how much he needed this person, since he went from last season to the promotion play-offs, he hadn't gotten along well for almost a few months, and after tonight, he might have to start boring negotiations, boring looking for someone, boring contract extension, if that was the case, he would rather think about Chen Xi for two weeks than about Sensibile, Icardi, Benjamin. Mendy, Vardy and many more.
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In the evening, the European Cup final was staged as scheduled, Spain 4-0 has achieved the ultimate Italy, but the single-core Pirlo is difficult to support, the Matador dynasty reached its peak, after the 78th minute of the game, the Spanish players who played on the field were actually from the two giants of La Liga, Real Madrid and Barcelona, and the passing and no striker team went to the extreme under the hands of the old coach Bosque this night.
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On the other side of Europe, when Hydward's beauties are around, Sensibile has no way to be idle, and the simplest reason is that he meets a group of difficult and principled agents.
When the club is promoted to the Premier League, players have to increase their salaries, bonuses, individual players have to increase the number of years of their contracts, and some are liquidated damages, and even the image rights of players are also part of the discussion that needs to be discussed.
If it was a year ago, when these boys didn't understand anything, the club would have signed whatever they wanted, such as Mendy's weekly salary of one or two hundred euros, and a five-year maximum number of years. But at this time, most of the players have changed agents, and the purpose of this professional existence is naturally to maximize the interests of the players.
In order to retain the player, the contract offered by the club is naturally more beneficial to the club, while the agent's pursuit is the opposite.
Experienced men such as Raiola, the fat man who would hardly agree to a raise when the club offered a salary extension mid-season, was his usual tactic of rallying a group of people at the end of the season and making a fuss about his contract when the team was in a mess over his contract.
In the past, Sensibile would report the progress of the negotiations to Ward by email or phone almost every day, but lately he has become a bit lazy and has been very amuseful to send an email every week in a row.
Then three words were written on it: "No money!" ”
It was money (¬_¬) that went through a crisis of 25 million, and Ward now has nothing but peace about it, as he replied to the Italians: "Money is just a number, a number on paper." As long as this is understood, money is no longer an issue. ”
"Somebody has to share this great responsibility for you," Sensibile replied, with a few loan slips from the Banque de France, and Ward calculated a little bit of 30 million euros for 20 years, "My price is the fairest," said the other side.
Oh, the price code, maybe it's the so-called debt is not pressing.