Mei Yun is less than fifty years old, has a happy marriage, a pair of children and worry-free, a happy life, a good spirit, and an intellectual and elegant temperament that even the flight attendants on the plane are ashamed of themselves, plus Chu Yu next to her is also so beautiful that she doesn't want to, and the two of them attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared at the airport.

As soon as she walked out of the passage, she saw her own bastard boy greeted her with a bright face, Mei Yun was even happier, although she often called and video, she still couldn't help but think about it day and night, and always felt relieved to see a real person.

The three of them are not as hypocritical as they are in third-rate TV series, and they rush and hug as soon as they meet.

"Thin." Mei Yun patted Chu Yang's shoulder and said.

"That's it every time we meet." Obviously, I just said that it doesn't look like a third-rate TV series.

"That's right, Mom, people don't know how nourishing they live on the land of capitalism," Chu Yu smiled maliciously, "Yes, Ayang, is the nutritious meal delicious?" ”

Chu Yang had complained to her about those foods more than once, Chu Yu was a typical one who didn't open the pot, and the scar was the most painful.

Chu Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes widely, and made a gesture of capsizing, of course, except for Chu Yu, no one knew what his strange action meant.

Anyway, the boat of family affection has to capsize several times at every turn, Chu Yu is also used to it, and Mei Yun is even more accustomed to the pair of living treasures at home.

Chu Yang took Mei Yun's salute, and walked out of the airport with Chu Yu like when he was a child, holding Mei Yun's hand from left to right, smiling sweetly, how naïve and naïve he was.

There are still two days before the start of the game, and the whole club is like a big enemy, but only Chu Yang is full of spring breeze, and he is still in the mood to accompany his family to wander around, and on the day of the game, he is still light and leisurely, like an outsider, and the other people who are cautious are nervous, and the fork in Mr. Marko's heart is aggravated.

It was decided, and the 9th continued to sit on the bench.

…………

After all, the ancestors are wide, Valencia's Mestalla Stadium is not shabby at all, the home team's locker room is not much better than that of Grand Laco, and more than 50,000 seats outside are already filled with swarming fans, this number is completely the standard of La Liga teams, so that Chu Yang, who has barely seen a big scene, can't help but be a little excited.

"I don't think the meaning of this game needs to be repeated, Sesk, Banderas, Fernando, Antonio, you are all from the team's academy, as well as Adrian, Garcia, Lucio and many others, you all know the history of Valencia," Grecel looked at his disciples seriously, "The people outside call us the Clown Army, because they think that we are all clowns who will only dwell in the glory of the past, and even many opponents who have won by us dare to laugh at us, why?" ”

"Because we have disgraced our ancestors," Moya replied, "our team used to be at the top level, excited all of Europe, and made all the enemies tremble, but now we are only in the lower leagues, like the former aristocracy turned hillbilly, the more glorious the history, the more sad it is now." ”

Goalkeeper Fernando. Cayo also said: "Yes, I don't know what you think, maybe playing here is just a job for you, but I grew up in Valencia, this is my home, my biggest dream is to recreate the glory of Valencia, whoever stands in the way is my enemy." ”

The others, whether sincere or fake, echoed one after another, and the atmosphere was finally picked by Grecel to the top, and when the time came, a group of people rushed out as if they were ready to go to battle.

Valencia's home jersey is not the white shirt and black pants of the Bat Army in Chu Yang's memory, but the whole body is white, which is a bit like a shirt with Real Madrid, and Valencia has not been ridiculed for this.

The match was broadcast live on the sports channel of Valencia TV, with Mikel as the commentator and of course the chief commentator Mr. Ugo.

"Oh, Dias, what are you looking for?"

"What about the Chinese boy? Why didn't he play? ”

"So you went to see the footage of that game?"

"Of course, I mean, thankfully I went to see it, Marco did something stupid, he actually put that kid on the bench, he'll regret it, I promise."

"Hahaha, have you also become a fan of the Chinese?"

"No, no, no, early, he hasn't proven himself at the Mestalla Stadium yet, and if he wants me to be his fan, he'll score at least ten goals this season."

"Ten goals in half a season, that's an average of about 0.5 goals per game, are your requirements too high?"

"No, not tall at all, he'll do it, trust me, Mikel, it's a striker's instinct, this kid is going to be a great killer, a white ghost, just like me."

"Okay, let's put the Chinese boys aside and focus on the game, Sesc guessed the coin and won Marchena and chose to kick off first, Valencia still used the 451 formation in this game, Adrian rushed forward, Banderas and Garcia were separated, Sesc led Lucio and Juan. Letta formed the midfield line, and behind him was the centre-back Antonio......"

Chu Yang sat down on the seat and began to search for his mother and sister, but unfortunately he only knew the general area, and the crowd was black and oppressed, and he couldn't see who was who at all, so he could only focus on the court.

Valencia's attacking desire was strong, aggressively pushing forward in midfield from the start, while Ameari was much more cautious, shrinking the defence very far back, with all but two forwards still roaming up front.

Moya showed the style of Prince Mestalla, dribbling and passing the ball with ease, and the entire midfield of the team was revitalized by him.

"It's Moya again, a beautiful breakthrough, our Royal Highness the prince is becoming more and more mature, as long as he succeeds in the armor this season, he can ascend the throne as king."

"Hey, hey, Mikel, what do you mean, I'm the king of Mestalla here, who do you say will ascend the throne?"

"Okay, Dias, you are already in the past, and the future is young...... The ball is passed, Adrian! Oh, alas, I didn't hit the spot, so I was unlucky. ”

"It's not a bit of luck," Hugo said unceremoniously, "the ball is too slow to react, so there is no time to adjust when it comes to the ball, and Ameari's defenders are not stakes." ”

"Well, you always have a point, it's a pity that Moya has a wonderful pass, Brady has a good guts, and he only has one defender next to Sesk."

"That's because he knows that Sesk is inferior in scoring outside of free-kicks, and he can limit Valencia's attack by jamming Adrian and Lucio, who is good at cutting in from a distance."

"Dias, which side are you on?"

British coach Brady showed a confident smile on the sidelines, everyone knows that Moya is the core of Valencia's midfield, as long as Moya is restricted, it is equivalent to forcibly turning off Valencia's offensive engine, but it turns out that there are almost no people who can defend Moya one-on-one in La Liga, and once other forces are invested, Valencia's double forward configuration begins to exert its power.

It is said that the midfielder wins the world, but he just let Moya wreak havoc in the midfield, and then stubbornly defended other attack points, bullying Moya can't shoot.

Now it seems that the results are good, and the next time is for a counteroffensive.