When Yang Pan contacted Zhang Jun at the airport in London as agreed, he couldn't believe his eyes. A man with brown hair and brown eyes would be Jang Jun? But yes, the Sun in hand, wearing a dark blue trench coat, a beige suitcase, and an orange and black travel bag......

"excuseme......" Yang Pan decided to test the temptation first, and it would not be too embarrassing to recognize the wrong person.

“yes？” The man put down the newspaper and looked at Yang Pan.

“are…… areyou…… zhangjun？ Yang Pan finally decided to ask clearly, his luck won't be so good, right? As soon as I came out, I met the reporter.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out fluent Chinese: "Lean!" You kid can't be Yang Pan, right? ”

Well, no need to say anything, the truth is revealed. Underground worker Yang Pan and underground worker Zhang Jun finally connected.

Yang Pan took off his sunglasses and pulled Zhang Jun to a secluded corner. "Damn, how did you get this done?"

"Hey, my idea, dyeing my hair brown, wearing a brown contact lens, and speaking fluent Dutch, doesn't it look like a Dutchman?"

"Yellow-skinned Dutchman, ha!"

"Half-breeds...... You're still laughing at me, what are you doing with a fake beard? Pretending to be old? ”

"At least it worked well, and no one recognized me along the way. Ho ho! Yang Pan put on his sunglasses, "Let's go, go put your things away and go out for a walk......

"Whose name did you open the house?"

"Mine? What's the matter......" Yang Pan suddenly understood, "isn't it?" ”

"yes." Zhang Jun nodded.

"Uh...... I had to pray that the inn owner and waiter were all ball blind. Yang Pan drew a cross on his chest.

"I hope so...... Oh yes, we don't speak Chinese unless we're two people alone when we come out, it's always in Dutch. Zhang Jun reminded again.

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Yang Pan handed over his passport and prayed in his heart that this usher would not be a fan.

"Yang Pan!" The waitress exclaimed, startling the two who were nervous at the counter.

"Ahh We are not Yang Pan and Zhang Jun, we ......" Yang Pan found that the other party stretched out a hand, and said to him with a smile: "I know, because I never look at Serie A!" ”

Yang Pan rolled his eyes, then took out his wallet, took out a hundred euros and put it in the man's hand: "OK!" You have taken the money, you have to be honest. ”

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm also a person with professional ethics!" The hostess grinned and put the money in his pocket, then took out a key, "Room 206, two please." ”

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Zhang Jun put the box by the door and looked around at the double room, "To borrow the words of General George Patton, this is a hotel, and it is clearly a kiln. ”

"Well, be content! It's your idea to stay in a cheap and remote hotel, saying that you are afraid of being known. What now? I'll go see if the shower in the bathroom can be used first, and you can put your luggage away. ”

Zhang Jun put the box in the corner, and then sat on the large double bed and felt that the mattress was not too soft, but he liked to sleep on a hard bed. The room is not big, and the decoration and furnishings are simple. Zhang Jun suddenly remembered why the double room had a large bed instead of two small beds.

To unravel the mystery, he opened the drawer on the bedside table. Sure enough, I saw several packs of condoms inside......

Depend on! The hotel that Yang Pan is looking for! Zhang Jun can imagine how many men and women have rolled on the bed he is sitting on now, and it is indeed a "kiln".

Yang Pan came out of the bathroom, "I've seen it all." Basically, it can be used, except for the dryer......" He saw Zhang Jun holding something and shaking it at him, and walked over to pick it up and take a look. "Oh, what should I be? Condoms...... I know what you mean, so don't be particular about it, it's only for two nights anyway. Let's go, let's go out and find something to eat. Yang Pan threw the condom into the drawer again.

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"Really...... I was looking for a hotel in such a place. It's basically a forgotten corner of the city! Zhang Jun was still scratching because he hadn't found a satisfactory restaurant all the way. This place feels like a rural-urban junction with low and dilapidated houses, narrow roads, idle people, ugly girls, and ......

Zhang Jun felt that he had been bumped, and then heard a voice: "Sorry! A thin figure sped past him.

Zhang Jun subconsciously touched the waist that was hit and found that it was empty.

…… The Ugly Girl, and the Thief......

"Catch the thief!" Zhang Jun rushed out as soon as he shouted, and Yang Pan beside him also followed.

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He turned left, and the two men behind him also turned left. He turned right, and the two people behind him also turned right. He overturned the garbage can on the side of the road, and the two of them also ...... Naturally, they couldn't, so the two jumped over the trash can and continued to chase.

Damn it! Why are those two so able to run?

"Don't run! You can't outrun us! We're wearing Nike! A man behind him shouted.

Fuck you! Lao Tzu is still wearing adidas!

He made another left turn, and the two of them followed. No matter, it's my place in front of me! When the time comes, hum......

An iron railing appeared in front of him, and he took an arrow step, grabbed the railing with one hand, and crossed over with a vertical body. "Someone's chasing after you,!" He tossed his fanny pack to a yellow-haired boy, then leaned against the wall and gasped.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan saw that the thief was surrounded by a group of people in the same costume, and it seemed that they were in a group. Hurriedly braked sharply and stopped in front of the railing.

Nike's grip surname is really good...... Well, it's not about shooting commercials for Nike right now. "Give me back the bag!" Zhang Jun shouted to the thief in English.

"Not bad, not bad. I'm not tired after running so far. The yellow-haired boy threw his waist bag in his hand and threw it down, looking at Zhang Jun and Yang Pan's yin and yang strange qi.

"Less nonsense! Hand over the bag! Yang Pan shouted on the side.

"Oh, let me see what I get out of this time...... Ah, that's a lot of money! John, you've done a good job this time, and we'll get more points later. ”

"Hey, hey, thank you, boss!" The thief who stole Zhang Jun's waist bag just now panted and laughed.

"Hand over the bag!" Yang Pan shouted again.

"You scream, no matter how loud you scream, no one will come here. This is my place! The yellow-haired boy continued to rummage through his wallet, "Huh? Or a Dutchman? Ha! Foreign tourists! ”

"Do you give or don't give?" Yang Pan grabbed the guardrail with both hands and was about to flip over and fight with the other party.

"Dutchman...... Football ...... in the Netherlands Well, so be it, for the sake of you being foreigners, I'll give you another chance. Play with us, if you win, you will give it back, if you lose...... Hehe, just cry and report the crime! His younger brothers burst into laughter.

Zhang Jun realized that this was an abandoned parking lot, and those people were sitting on several dilapidated cars, and there was a small goal at each end of the parking lot, and there were tennis nets hanging on each end.

"There are only two of us, how do we kick?" Yang Pan said that he couldn't ask for more than football.

"Of course, we're only two people. What do you think? How fair I am! ”

"We agree." Before the words fell, Yang Pan had already turned into the parking lot. There were only four people in the huge parking lot, and they didn't have any problems with physical fitness.

Zhang Jun also jumped in.

"Crewe, Vane! You two! The boss waved his hand, and the two men jumped out of the car and walked to the center of the field.

You idiots just wait to suffer! We're people who specialize in streetball, fight me! The boss laughed wildly in his heart, "Oh, I forgot to say, the game is decided by one goal, you guys be careful!" He added.

You idiots just wait to suffer! Yang Pan threw his coat onto the railing, then squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

A soccer ball rolled into the middle of the field, and the blonde boy known as "Crewe" kicked the ball to Zhang Jun, "Tee off, yellow-skinned Dutchman." He said coldly.

Zhang Jun kicked the ball back to him, "I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ball later, yellow-skinned Englishman." ”

Crewe's pupils shrank and she stomped the soccer ball under her feet. "Very good...... Wayne! He knocked the football to Wayne, a short, red-haired teenager.

As soon as Wayne received the ball, Yang Pan went up. He seemed to despise his opponent and wanted to show off his footwork, but his series of feints looked like a clown dancing in a burlesque dance in Yang Pan's eyes, and when his feet were off the football, Yang Pan stabbed the football with one kick, and then accelerated, overtaking Wayne. The next Yang Pan did not dribble the ball, but directly volleyed vigorously!

The soccer ball brings up a gust of wind that blows the confetti on the ground, then slams into the wall behind the goal, making a muffled sound before bouncing back into the middle of the field.

"Let's serve." Yang Pan stared at the other party and said.

The people on the sidelines had been shocked by the ball, and they were silent, so Yang Pan's soft words were particularly powerful and clear at this time.

Crewe looked at the wall behind him, then at Yang Pan, then at his feet, and kicked it to Wayne again.

Wayne knew he couldn't get past Yang Pan, and kicked the ball back to Crewe. He knew there was always someone who could solve the other's problems.

Zhang Jun and Kru faced each other, Yang Pan didn't go over to help, just stood a little behind Zhang Jun, and took care of the red-haired boy not far away, he believed that Zhang Jun could deal with the other party.

But before Zhang Jun could make a move, he was given by the other party! There was a whistling sound from the sidelines.

Yang Pan hurriedly went to fill the position in a panic, but it was too late, Crewe got up and shot!

The football passed past Yang Pan's feet, then flew over the goal, slammed into the wall and bounced back.

The whistle on the sidelines stopped, and everyone was stunned. "Hey, Crewe. Simply stop playing! The boss shouted dissatisfied.

Crewe looked back at the boss and kicked the ball to Yang Pan again: "Let's serve." ”

Yang Pan kicked the ball to Zhang Jun: "Do you need me to defend him?" His movements are ......."

"No, you don't." Zhang Jun shook his head.

"Then you have to be careful, he is a master."

"Hmm."

As he spoke, the two had already crossed positions, Yang climbed to the right side, which he was most familiar with, and Zhang Jun was on the left.

Zhang Jun took the ball and pedaled a bicycle. But just step on it once, and the second time you directly use your left foot to move the ball to the left front, and accelerate with your right foot! Succeed in surpassing Crewe!

But when he looked up for Yang Pan, he found that he couldn't send the ball to Yang Pan's feet. Because of the venue, it is impossible to use the method of transferring long passes, and if there is a short pass, that Crewe is "just right" on the route of his pass, and another person is guarding Yang Pan.

It seems that I can only bring my own.

Crewe saw that Zhang Jun had no intention of passing, so he forced up. Seeing this, Zhang Jun moved forward with his left foot and leaned forward, as if he was about to break through in a straight line. Crewe was fooled, and his center of gravity retreated.

Fooled! Zhang Jun changed his right foot and flicked the ball sideways to the right, and his body twisted inward in an instant!

But he stumbled and found that he had rushed over, but the ball was left at the opponent's feet!

It turned out that although Crewe's center of gravity shifted, his left foot was still dragging behind, just stopping the ball that Zhang Jun was dialing to the right.

Crewe held the ground with one hand, then hooked the ball back in front of him with his left foot, and with a force of his right and right foot, the man jumped off the ground. At the same time, he stepped on the ball with his left foot and avoided Zhang Jun's reflexive pressing very coherently.

Crewe turned and rushed forward with the ball. Yang Pan didn't care about Wayne anymore. Rushing up to grab the ball, Crewe is a little too big, it should be a good time to break the ball!

But Crewe took a big step and pulled the ball back with his right foot, and at the same time braked hard! Then he knocked the ball from behind him to the left side of his body with the inside of his right foot, and his body flashed to the left, just past Yang Pan who rushed over!

However, Crewe, who had just passed Yang Pan, was stabbed away by Zhang Jun, and at the same time he accelerated to catch up with the ball, and dribbled the ball to the opponent's half. Wayne is pressing on Jang Jun, and Crewe is chasing back. However, Zhang Jun's speed was too fast, and the small field just gave full play to his advantage of fast acceleration, and Wayne couldn't catch up, so he had to reach out and pull Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun's body was stagnant, and the football had rolled out of the bottom line.

"What is this?" Zhang Jun was a little annoyed.

"Out of bounds, we serve." The off-court boss answered him.

"Isn't there a foul?"

"This is my territory, and I have the rules to my heart's content. Kicking the ball into the opponent's goal is the only rule. Hey! A group of people echoed the boss and laughed.

"You ......" Zhang Jun was a little angry, but was stopped by Yang Pan. Is that so? He stared at the other man.

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Crewe turned his back to Zhang Jun, pulled the ball back in front of him with his right foot, and then changed to his left foot to pack the ball, and at the same time turned around, and even turned the ball from Zhang Jun's right! But this time, Zhang Jun didn't just let him pass easily, but grabbed it with his backhand, and at the same time turned around and pasted it.

When the two were entangled, Yang Pan rushed up from the side to see the right time to squeeze Crewe aside and snatch the ball away. In terms of body, although Yang Pan is a little shorter than Kru, he is obviously stronger than the other party with muscles all over his body.

After winning the ball, Yang Pan passed the ball to Zhang Jun, who was inserted, but unfortunately Zhang Jun's shot was high under Crewe's interference. The small goal, which is four meters wide and two meters high, is not so easy to hit, although it is unguarded.

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Vane passes the ball to Crewe, who gently picks it up on his toes, then rushes forward, and his heel just slams the ball forward in mid-air! Over the top! Pretty!

It's a pity that the power of this last knock is a little too big, and Yang Pan, who rushed up from behind, jumped in the air and pushed the ball out of bounds.

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Yang Pan received the ball that Zhang Junhui made for him, and then picked it up with a kick, and the football cannonball hit Wayne, who had no time to dodge, and hit the bull's-eye - the face.

Vane fainted on the spot!

Someone stood up in the audience, but Yang Pan looked at them disdainfully: "What? Doesn't it mean that there are no rules other than kicking the ball into the goal? ”

The boss's face turned blue: "Okay, very good." Go and take him down and get someone on it! But as soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly found that behind the excitement just now, there was now silence. He looked back and saw the same iron-blue faces—frightened. "What? What to return? You, on! He pointed to the person who had stolen Zhang Jun's pocket.

Although he was unwilling, the boss's fist was also very powerful, and the ball might be kicked at Crewe, and with such a fluke mentality, he took the ball hard. But when he got on the field, he secretly made a cross on his chest: God forbid don't get hit by that guy's ball.

It's a pity that God seems to be asleep. As soon as the kid came on the field, he was hit in the lower abdomen by Yang Pan's vigorous "shooting", he held his stomach and knelt on the ground and tried his best to vomit, but he couldn't spit out anything except for the uncontrollable saliva.

"Next time remember to stay away from goal." This is Yang Pan's words, "Who's next?" He stomped the ball at his feet and looked at the crowd with his hands on his hips.

"! You, give it to me! "The boss grabbed a guy who was desperately pushing backwards and kicked him onto the field.

This time, as soon as Yang Pan slammed his foot, the poor creature immediately fell to the ground desperately, but Yang Pan did not shoot, but passed the ball to Zhang Jun. That's the end of the "shooting game", it's the right thing to do if you get your wallet back to dinner early.

It was Jang Jun against Crewe again, but this time closer to the goal. For the shooter Zhang Jun, he is more advantageous, because he doesn't need to pass Crewe, he just needs to flash a little space, and that's it.

The essence of the word "shooter" is in the door.

Zhang Jun buttoned it and dialed it again, but Kru was unmoved. This will not work, and it must be resolved quickly. Zhang Jun suddenly had an idea, he flicked the ball inward, and then rushed forward, as if he was about to rely on his speed to force his way out of the void. Sure enough, Krewe moved his body over to block it.

But this time, Zhang Jun did not continue to play the ball with his left foot, but stepped over the ball. Then he pinned his right foot behind his left foot and poked his toe in a very weird way!

Crewe kept an eye on it, but there was no way to stop Zhang Jun, because this time it was not a change of direction, but a sudden shot!

The ball went past Crewe, flew up, and then hit the far post of the goal and bounced into the goal!

The ball is in!

Zhang Jun kicked the ball in with a common move used by South American players! This ball didn't even expect Crewe, he actually kicked the ball in with his own foot!

One goal determines the winner, so Zhang Jun's side won.

"Bring the bag." Yang Pan stretched out his hand to the other party.

The boss laughed and said, "Stop telling jokes! Do you really think I'm going to give you the bag back? Ha ha! ”

"Haha......" everyone laughed.

"Bang!" The soccer ball flew past the boss, slammed into the wall, and then bounced out and rolled to Yang Pan's feet.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Yang Pan, who was trampling the football under his feet and pulling it around, with a little horror. "I'll say it again, hand over the bag!"

"You can take the cash, but you have to give me back the rest of it." Zhang Jun said.

The boss looked at Zhang Jun, then at Yang Pan, and then looked down at his wallet. Then he took out all the cash and stuffed it into his pocket. Finally he threw the bag over: "Take it!" Don't let us run into you next time! With a wave of his hand, he left with his men.

Zhang Jun saw that Crewe looked back at him, and then followed. The technology is very good, but why mix in such a place? Zhang Jun was still thinking about it when he bent down to pick up the bag.

"Bang!" He was so startled that he almost fell to the ground. When he raised his head, he saw Yang Pan spitting in the direction where those people left: "A bunch of miscellaneous pieces!" "And a popping soccer ball was lying quietly under the barbed wire.

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During his trip to the UK, in just three days, Zhang Jun did not leave much impress. If it weren't for meeting the guy named "Crewe", the trip would have been a failure.

Back at their respective clubs, it's time to prepare for the second half of the league. The Serie A league will restart on January 6, and Zhang Jun's Volendamm will send the whole team to Marbella, Spain for a training camp.

From time to time, Zhang Jun still thinks of the "Klugh" with blond hair but an oriental face, and I don't know how he is now?

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"George, you and White don't have to train today." Perizalo said to the two children in the blue jerseys.

"Huh?" George looked at the coach with some surprise. It's impossible to be lazy in the usual training, so why don't you take the initiative to train them today?

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George and White walked down the street, chatting casually as they shopped. At this moment, a figure caught up from behind, and then accidentally bumped into George.

"I'm sorry!" The man hurried away with a bow.

"Ah...... Yes? Catch the thief! George and White rushed out.

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"Two more people...... Hey! It's a lot of money. In this way, play with us, the winner will be determined by one goal, and the bag will be returned to you if you win. How is it? The yellow-haired boy tossed his wallet as a soccer ball was kicked at George and White.

George looked at the football at his feet and smiled: "I hope you don't regret it." ”

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"The ball is in! Oh! Crewe was fantastic! Ha ha! The crowd shouted, George and White looked at the ball in the goal behind them in surprise, in front of them, stood a tall back, with long blonde hair and a cold expression, just now he was alone with the ball to shake George and White to the ground, and then hit the empty goal.

"Haha!" The yellow-haired boy smiled, "Very good, according to the rules, you lost." The wallet is ours! That's a lot of money! ”

"Wait! You ......" George had just stood up when he heard sirens and eager footsteps behind him.

"We're the police! You're all surrounded now! If you don't want to die young, just give me all the fucking and squat on the ground! The first officer shouted at the crowd in the parking lot with a gun in both hands, surrounded by heavily armed police officers and people pouring into the abandoned parking lot.

"This ......" The wallet fell to the ground, and the boss looked at everything in disbelief.

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"Let's go! Be honest! ”

"Push what? Lao Tzu has feet! ”

"Be honest!"

Perizalo handed a cigarette to the officer: "Thank you! ”

"Ho-ho, you're welcome!" The police officer took the cigarette and lit it, "I'm a Chelsea fan, and I can help the team if I can, haha!" He turned his head to look at the thugs who were being escorted into the car, "Let them hurry!" Damn it! Grinding! ”

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The bosses went to jail, and the others dispersed. Because he was too young, the plot was slightly released, but in the face of the crowd coming and going, and the lively street, Crewe didn't know where to go.

Is it left, right, forward, or simply backward? He looked back at the police station behind him.

A middle-aged man appeared in front of him. "It's out."

Crewe looked at him and didn't speak.

"And where are you going?"

Crewe shook her head.

"Don't know? Well, I have a place where you can get out of this life, do you want to come with me? ”

In a moment of confusion, such a person appeared, as if he had been sent by God. Crewe nodded.

"You agreed? Oh, that's good! So let's introduce yourself. ”

"I, my name is Crewe Lee."

'Well, I'm the coach of the Chelsea youth team, you can just call me Mr. Gilgio.' Perizalo held out his hand to Crewe.

Crewe looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, it was still the same world just now, but there seemed to be something different.

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