Chapter Twenty-Nine: To England?
With this game, the New York Red Bulls, who have already lost their qualification for the playoffs, have finished all their journey this season. For them, the holidays have already begun.
Head coach Mr. Dittmar returned to the dressing room after attending a press conference to announce the disbandment of the team. The players gathered in twos and threes, packing their things and talking about where they were going to go this holiday.
Qin Shou didn't join the discussion, for a poor guy like him, he didn't have the money or energy to play around, and with that kung fu, he might as well practice more for himself on the training ground.
Soon, Qin Shou packed his bags. In fact, he didn't have much to pack, the jerseys and shoes were all prepared by the club, so he only brought a set of tracksuits with his sports bucket bag. Take off your grass clippings and mud-stained jersey, take a shower, change into your tracksuit, and hit your bucket bag on your body, and you're done.
Qin Shou greeted his teammates and coaches, and then said goodbye and left.
As soon as he walked out of the exit, the sound of a car horn attracted Qin Shou's attention, and when he turned his head to look, Henry stuck his head out of the window and nodded to Qin Shou with a smile.
Qin Shou walked over.
"Packed up and ready to go back?" Henry smiled and said, "Get in the car, I'll send you back." β
Qin Shou was not polite, and while pulling the car door and sitting in, he replied, "Your movements are really fast enough." Isn't it just waiting here to take me home? β
"It's an honour to have the opportunity to send our future big stars home." Henry quipped.
Qin Shou rolled his eyes, knowing that Henry was making fun of his previous "tsundere posture" to Beckham, so he pursed his lips and didn't bother to reply.
Henry laughed and started the car.
On the way, the two chatted with each other, and there was no specific topic, and they talked about where they wanted. However, when the car stopped in front of the Violet Bar, Henry stopped Qin Shou, who was about to get out of the car.
"Qin, the team is disbanded, what are your plans for this holiday?" Henry leaned his hands on the steering wheel, looked at Qin Shou and said.
"What can I plan, I guess I can only work here again with empty pockets......" Speaking of this, Qin Shou laughed. It suddenly occurred to him that he now had a formal job with a decent salary, and he no longer had to run errands for a little pay like before. As for old Carl, it is estimated that he will not need himself.
Thinking of this, Qin Shou turned to say, "I guess I will spend it in the training ground." Taking advantage of the holidays, I want to practice more and improve a little more. After all, I started late, and it's not easy to catch up with you. β
"I'm relieved that you can think so." Henry nodded noncommittally, "A lot of players get carried away easily when they have a little bit of success or a little bit of good performance, and now that you can have such a clear self-awareness, it seems that I am too worried." β
"I don't have the capital to be proud of." Qin Shou shook his head and chuckled.
"Or do you practice alone?" Henry asked again.
"It should be, after all, it's a holiday, and Coach Juan can't always come to the training ground to help me."
On weekdays, Coach Juan already takes good care of himself, and if the other party helps him outside of work, Qin Shou himself feels a little guilty.
Qin Shou shook his head and smiled, and changed the subject: "What about you, Thierry, what are your plans for the holiday?" β
"Me?" Henry was a little stunned, his eyes drifted into the distance, deep and confused, "I'll go back to England." β
Qin Shou knew that Henry had played in the English league before, and he had many friends over there, so he nodded and said, "Is it to visit friends?" β
"It's not. It's to kick the ball. Henry seemed to come back to his senses from that distant memory, with a big smile on his face again, "I'm going to play in the English Premier League. I've been out of there for so long, and the thought of returning to that land makes me feel excited. β
"Huh?" Qin Shou was a little confused, he understood what Henry said, but didn't he just transfer to the New York Red Bulls, isn't it less than two months before he wants to transfer and leave?
Thinking of this, Qin Shou felt a little reluctant in his heart. Although the contact time is not long, it is officially because of Henry's selfless help that he can make rapid progress in such a short time.
Seeing Qin Shou's somewhat gloomy appearance, Henry laughed: "Don't think about it, Qin, I'm not transferring to leave." I had already decided that I wanted to retire in the United States. So, we'll be teammates next year. β
At this point, Henry paused for a moment and continued with a little meaning: "Perhaps, soon we will be able to fight side by side again. β
Qin Shou didn't know why, and wanted to ask again, but Henry laughed and waved his hand, and then drove the car and disappeared at the end of the street with a puff of smoke.
"I said a lot of things inexplicably, I really don't understand!"
Looking at the car in the distance, Qin Shou shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked into the Violet Bar.
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London, England.
It was already late at night, and the Kearney training base seemed extremely quiet under the darkness of night.
Steve. Steve Bould was unusually busy late into the night because of some delays during the day. When he took care of his business and closed the door to leave, he stopped in front of the manager's office.
The faint glow of light in the crack of the door, and the muffled sound of the room from time to time, were signs that there was someone in the room. Boulder was slightly distracted, could it be that Mr. Wenger hadn't left yet.
Boulder hesitated slightly, then raised his hand, ready to knock on the door. The next moment, however, the door suddenly opened, and Mr. Wenger, with silver hair and a tired look on his face, appeared in front of him.
"First...... Mr. Boulder embarrassedly lowered his hand in mid-air and explained, "Seeing the light in your room, I wonder if you haven't gone back yet......"
"I need to receive something, and by the way, I watched the video from over there." Wenger raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said with a gentle smile: "It's so late, I really should go back." By the way, Steve, has Thierry's winter loan move to the club been taken care of? β
"Ah, it's been dealt with, everything is fine, the United States is not making things difficult. Now it's just a matter of waiting for Thierry to come home. Steve nodded busily.
"Then it'll be fine. Go back early, Steve, you're not young anymore, don't stay up late and work so late, it's not good for your health. Although Wenger's face was a little tired, his expression was still elegant and warm, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"You too, sir, please don't work too late, the team can't live without you."
"I'm going back."
Arsene Wenger turned to close the door, patted Steve on the shoulder and smiled goodbye.
After taking two steps, Mr. Wenger suddenly turned back again.
"Steve, the kid Thierry recommended, come on loan as well. I agreed. β
"Oh...... Yes, sir. Boulder nodded yes.
Looking at Mr. Wenger's fading figure, Boulder turned his head, and then he reacted.
"That kid that Thierry recommended? Is it the Chinese player who has not been in professional football for a long time? It seems that 'Mr. Professor' has found another good seedling. β
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Early in the morning, Qin Shou, who was wearing sportswear and carrying a sports bucket bag on his shoulder, came to the team's training ground early, but was told by the assistant coach that the head coach Mr. Dietmar wanted to see him.
When he met Dietmar in the manager's office, he was a little overwhelmed by the words.
"Sir, please rest assured, I will clean up the training ground every day before leaving, and I won't cause too much trouble to the staff." Qin Shou said hurriedly.
Dietmar told him he didn't have to come to the training ground again from today until the end of the holiday. This means that during this time, Qin Shou will not be able to train himself in the training ground.
This news made Qin Shou wonder if he had done something wrong, so the head coach would punish him like this. If there is no training ground, where will he train? In a bar, at home, or on the street? Don't be funny, these places are not impossible, but the space is limited and not very convenient, not to mention the complete facilities in the training ground, which is incomparable to other examples.
"No, no, no, it's not a question of not giving the club a problem. Qin, you seem to have misunderstood what I meant. Dietmar waved his hand with a warm smile on his face, "The fact that Red Bull's training ground is not open to you for the time being is not a bad thing for you. β
"I'm 'homeless', isn't that a bad thing?" Qin Shou muttered, his eyes full of doubts.
"It's not a bad thing. Just because you can't train here doesn't mean you don't have anywhere else for you to improve. β
Ditemar looked at Qin Shou with a sad look on his face, and while laughing, he didn't want to hang his appetite anymore, he opened the drawer, took out an envelope from it, and put it on the table.
"Take it apart and take a look."
Qin Shou nodded, picked up the envelope, opened it, and a green ticket full of English letters appeared in his hand.
βAmericaβ¦β¦ EnglandοΌ β
Qin Shouhu looked at the ticket in his hand suspiciously, his eyes suddenly widened, and when he thought of a possibility, he blurted out an exclamation: "England? England? Oh my God, sir, you don't mean to send me to England to train, do you? β
Dietmar laughed and got up from his chair and slapped Qin Shou on the back with a heavy slap.
"Good boy, you're in luck! The club has accepted loan applications from Arsenal Football Club in the English league, which means that you are part of the Premier League team Arsenal for three months from now until the end of the holiday! β
The ticket in his hand slipped to the ground, Qin Shou opened his mouth wide, and instantly fell into petrification.