When Yang Pan appeared in front of Bellucci with a big bag on his back, Bellucci hugged him tightly: "Great! I said you were coming back the other day and you're finally back! ”

Yang Pan didn't struggle, just smiled: "You're still so energetic, Claudio!" ”

Yes, he is back in Bologna, where AC Milan have officially loaned him until the end of the season. Luckily, his house in Bologna hadn't been disposed of yet, so he had to move in.

In addition, he could go to the Chinese restaurant and learn French from the owner, and he could see her again......

Having very hard to decline Bellucci's invitation to dinner, Yang Pan plans to go to the "chinachina" restaurant now.

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"Welcome!" Hearing the door knock, Yilan quickly turned around and shouted loudly in Chinese, but she was immediately stunned.

Yang Pan took off his hat and sunglasses, and then said to Yi Lan: "One black pepper steak, seven ripe, one Italian macaroni." ”

Is this really him? Elan hasn't come to her senses yet. She confessed that she had secretly prayed to God a hundred and one times in the hope that he would appear in her presence again. But when he really appeared in front of him as he wished, he was a little overwhelmed.

Yang Pan didn't care about Yilan, he walked directly to his "special seat", put down his backpack, and waited for dinner.

Yilan finally came to his senses, it was indeed Yang Pan. She hurriedly went to serve tea to Yang Pan, and on several occasions almost poured water on the table.

I don't know why, Yang Pan seems to like to see Yilan's embarrassment. "You can't even hold a teapot, do you? Miss Ilan? He joked that he was in a good mood today, and he rarely even said anything to Yilan.

But to his surprise, Yilan's hand stopped shaking, and the tea fell steadily in the teacup, and stopped just a little more than the mouth of the cup, but it didn't spill out. Yilan looked at Yang Pan with some smugness, and the look in his eyes seemed to say: "If you have the ability, you don't spill a little bit of it, and then drink the tea!" ”

"This ......" Yang Pan just put his hand on the table, and the water on the mouth of the cup swayed as if it was about to spill out.

Elan snorted softly and turned to leave. I don't know why, she was so surprised by Yang Pan's sudden appearance just now that she was in a hurry. But after hearing Yang Pan's ridicule, he suddenly calmed down and responded to Yang Pan's "challenge" with practical actions. Isn't it supposed to be a very touching meeting? She rehearsed that touching scene countless times in her dreams......

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"Welcome!" Hearing the door knock, Yilan quickly turned around and shouted loudly in Chinese, but she was immediately stunned.

Yang Pan took off his hat and sunglasses, and then said to Yi Lan: "One black pepper steak, seven ripe, one Italian macaroni." ”

Is this really him? Elan hasn't come to her senses yet. She confessed that she had secretly prayed to God a hundred and one times in the hope that he would appear in her presence again. But when God fulfilled her request, she was a little overwhelmed.

"Huh? What happened to you? Yang Pan looked at Yilan a little strangely.

"No, nothing! You're back? Didn't you go to AC Milan? Elan asked, like a wife waiting for her husband.

"Because I'm ...... I... I can't bear you. On the night I left Bologna, I couldn't stop thinking about you! So in order to face this feeling, I finally made up my mind to come back to you! Then take you to Milan, where together we build a love hut! Yang Pan held Yilan's hand and said gently, "Then we will give birth to many, many cute little dolls together!" ”

Yilan's face flushed, and she squirmed: "I hate it!" How bad are you......"

……

Sorry, I've watched too many romance novels and soap operas.

It should be like this, but why is it a different scene now?

"Yo! Yang is here, why did he think he came to us? Aren't you in Milan? The bearded man came out of the kitchen and saw Yang Pan stunned in front of a cup of tea.

"You never read the newspapers, or the news, do you? I went back to Bologna on loan from AC Milan. Yang Pan glanced up at the bearded man and then focused his gaze at the teacup. He was worrying about how to drink the tea without being ashamed, and it was absolutely impossible for him to lie on the table and drink it like a dog. But if you hold it in your hands, such a hot cup will definitely spill the water.

"Oh, I've been too busy lately to pay much attention."

"What are you busy with?"

"Move." The bearded man glanced at his daughter, and her shoulders shook.

"Oh! It's a pity, it looks like I'm going to have to find a place to eat again. Yang Pan was still fighting wits with the teacup, and he didn't understand the meaning of the bearded man's words at all.

"But now you don't have to." The bearded man laughed. There is really no need to move, Yang Pan is back in Bologna, what else do they want to do in Milan?

"That's great...... Pregnant! Yang Pan suddenly thought of a good idea, and he shouted to Yilan. Miss Ilan, can you give me a straw? ”

“……”

Yang Pan sucked the hot tea in the cup with a straw, his eyes wandered away from the crowd outside the window, and his thoughts returned to the Olympic Games a few days ago, and his expression couldn't help but be a little gloomy. If you work harder, you should still be playing with each other in Athens, looking forward to it. It was he who ruined all their dreams, and for them who couldn't play abroad, how much they cherished this opportunity to show themselves in front of the world! Thankfully, though, a few people did come out eventually. Li Yongle, Xiang Tao, Wang Yu...... How are you doing now?

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Inter Milan's youth coach, Juan Manuel Alfano, looked at the tall Chinese boy standing in front of him with satisfaction. "Yes, it's stronger than the one on the video!" His eyes don't look like they're looking at a player, but rather at a horse, a foal that will be a thousand miles away.

"Do you speak Italian?" Alfano asked the translator next to Li Yongle, but he didn't expect Li Yongle to answer him directly in Italian: "A little, a little, sir." ”

This was a pleasant surprise for Alfano. It seems that this young man has made a lot of preparations to come to Inter Milan, and people who work so hard will become great. "Haha! Good, lad. However, in order for you to adapt to the situation more quickly, a translation is still needed. But don't forget to keep improving your language skills, a little is not enough. From tomorrow onwards, train with the youth team and if you do well, I'll let you play too. ”

"Can I participate now?" Li Yongle asked impatiently after listening to the translation.

But Alfano only smiled slightly: "Don't worry, young man. It's good that you want to work hard, but if you're not in good shape, don't force it, it will ruin you! Remember, it's normal to do some extra exercises for your surname after you've completed your regular training, but only in moderation. I don't think players who train like crazy every day but don't know how to rest are good and they won't be played. Maybe you China will think it's glorious, but in Italy it's stupid. Players who don't know how to rest don't know how to train! ”

Li Yongle knew that his training at Inter Milan had already begun, starting with the clash of Chinese football ideas and Italian football concepts.

Although he was educated a little by the coach, Li Yongle was still very excited. I went to Milan, Italy, and came to Inter Milan. This morning, interpreter Gu Lin took him to the Meazza Stadium (San Siro of AC Milan) and sat in the stands, looking down on the field. Even though it wasn't a game and there was no one else except a few maintenance workers and them, he seemed to see the fanatical fans in the stands during the game, cheering, singing, applauding...... It's a blessing to be able to play here!

It's like a dream, he's here and now he's going to try to prove himself in Milan. Next year! I'll definitely be here next year and play in Meazza!

Facing the empty stands, Li Yongle made an oath in his heart.

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Belgium is a rich and beautiful country in Europe, and Brussels, as the capital of Belgium, is known as "the most beautiful city in Europe" and "the capital of Europe......

Xiang Tao stood in the center of a spacious and beautiful square, turning his head to look at the spired buildings, it was dusk, and the sunlight made the whole square golden and brilliant. "It's so beautiful!" He couldn't help but admire.

"This is the Place de la Brussels, a collection, well, of the architectural essence of the Gothic, Renaissance and Louis XIV eras, the square was built in the twelfth century, the ground is all made of granite, and among the many buildings, the most striking is the town hall, which is a Gothic building, the building was built in two phases, the left half was built in 1442; The right half was built in 1444. The main building is ninety meters high and is topped by a five-meter-tall statue of Saint Michel, the patron saint of Brussels. Place du Brussels is an ancient ......"

"Say, girl. Reading according to the tourist brochure will not be any! Don't look at that thing! Take a picture of me so I can send it home. Xiang Tao posed in front of the city hall - two fingers of a hand stretched out to make a "V" shape. Wang Yu raised the digital camera and pressed the shutter.

"Here, let's take a picture!" Xiang Tao beckoned to Wang Yu.

"Group photo?" Wang Yu raised his camera, "Which one will take a picture of us?" ”

"There are so many people here, just pull one of them!" Xiang Tao walked towards a tourist, but he quickly turned back. "I don't speak English, so go ahead!" He said to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu smiled and stepped forward to negotiate with the other party. Wang Yu was sent to Liverpool's youth team for a period of training as a member of the exchange between Sichuan and Liverpool, but unfortunately he was not able to stay due to his limited ability. As soon as the three-month training period was up, he returned to Sichuan. Originally, there should have been Xiang Tao who went together. But due to some "ulterior" reasons that everyone knows, Xiang Tao was brushed off, and his place was replaced by a striker who usually pays attention to having a good relationship with the coach. However, the striker was brought back by Liverpool after only a month. Until now, Wang Yu still thinks that if Xiang Tao also went to Liverpool at that time, he must have been promoted to the first team of Liverpool by now, but it is a pity that it has been delayed in China for several years!

Wang Yu finally asked the tourist to take a group photo of them, and he and Xiang Tao were in front of the glorious Brussels City Hall, and the sun illuminated their smiling faces extraordinarily brightly.

The past will eventually become the past, and the future will only begin in the present. In their first sabbatical days with Anderlecht's youth team, the duo made a memorable moment at Brussels Square. Two Chinese youngsters have started their way to the dream of world football in the unfamiliar "European capital".

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After Zhang Jun's recovery and treatment went well and he was able to read and walk, he received a call from Qiu Suhui asking him to go to Utrecht, where there was a very good sanatorium, the conditions were much better than that of him in Volendham, and the director was his friend, and the cost was not a problem.

After discussing with Feng Qing, he decided to go there to continue the treatment.

The city of Utrecht is the capital of the province of Utrecht in the central region of the Netherlands, and it is also the main transportation point of the Netherlands, where railways, highways and highways from the south to the north meet. Take the bus from Volendamm to Amsterdam and then take the train to Utrecht. But Zhang Jun and his team took the special car provided by the club, and it took less than an hour to arrive from Warrendam to the St. Edron nursing home on the outskirts of Utrecht.

The sanatorium was originally a convent, but due to World War II, it was completely destroyed, and the nun priest ran away. After World War II, the land was bought and a sanatorium was built, and it has been more than half a century since then.

Feng Qing is very satisfied with the environment here. Located on the outskirts of Utrecht, it is quiet, with very good greenery, fresh air and complete recuperation equipment, which is very suitable for patients to treat and recuperate. But what surprised Zhang Jun even more was that there was a football field with natural turf at the back of the nursing home!

"Haha! Qiu and I are old friends, so naturally we also like football! When I'm not working, I'll get a bunch of friends to kick it here! The director of the sanatorium, Dutchman Michel Stadson, laughs.

Although the Sanatorium of Saint-Edro is on the outskirts of the city, the traffic is very convenient, and there is a bus stop not far from the city, which can directly lead to the city, and the sanatorium itself has a special car. So if Zhang Jun is bored in the sanatorium, he can also take a car to the city to walk around.

It's really much better here than Warrendam! No wonder Qiu Zhi wants to let himself come here!

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On the second day of arriving in Saint-Edron, Feng Qing went out early in the morning because he was going to Utrecht City. Traditional Chinese medicine is still quite developed in the Netherlands, and he wants to see if there are any Chinese medicine shops with a complete range of Chinese medicine, and the Chinese medicine required for medicinal fumigation is almost exhausted.

Zhang Jun, accompanied by Sophie, strolls along the country roads near the sanatorium, smelling the fragrance of the soil in the early morning, and his mood will be much more relaxed.

said that Sophie accompanied Zhang Jun, but in fact, it should be said that Zhang Jun was seizing the time to accompany Sophie. As the opening date of the domestic university is approaching, Sophie's return date has finally been decided. Zhang Jun really hopes that Sophie will always be by his side like this. But Sophie also has her own studies and life, even if she is a lover, she doesn't have the power to bind each other, so he has been urging Sophie to go back to school. In addition, she must have been missed by her parents for a summer vacation in the Netherlands, and Sophie could not stay in the Netherlands any longer.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Zhang Jun asked Sophie, who was holding his arm.

"Well, twenty-eight."

"I'll send you ......"

"Don't." Sophie refused, "Don't send me, I know how to walk, your feet are not good yet, don't run back and forth." You have to pay attention to your body. In fact, Sophie was afraid to cry in front of Zhang Jun. The two have been together for so many years, and only when they won the right to participate in the national competition in the sophomore year of high school and when they graduated from the third year of high school, she cried in front of Zhang Jun. She didn't want Zhang Jun to see too much of her weak side.

"Huh! Don't say the same as life and death. Zhang Jun smiled, "I'll pay attention, you have to be careful on the road." I can't go back to New Year's Day and Spring Festival, you will wait for me in Luoyang next summer. ”

In fact, Sophie's trip to the Netherlands, the most regrettable thing is Zhang Jun, in the more than two months that he was alone with Sophie, a big beauty, he did nothing but hug and kiss. On the one hand, Sophie is very stubborn, and on the other hand, he himself has a thief's heart and no courage. So from this point of view, Zhang Jun hopes that Sophie will not leave and stay by his side.

"Well, since you're leaving the day after tomorrow, let's kiss goodbye!" Zhang Jun pouted and was about to kiss Sophie, but Sophie deftly dodged him. "Hee-hee! Want to take advantage of me? No way! She laughed.

"I'm your fiancé, how can kissing you take advantage of you?" Zhang Jun pouted and said aggrievedly.

The two of them were immersed in happiness, but they didn't notice that there was a person standing not far from each other, and they were wondering whether to walk straight over. However, once a man or woman in love plays, they can completely ignore everything around them, including living people. Considering the high energy of the boys and girls, this kind of ignorance is likely to continue for a long time, so wouldn't he have to stand here for hours like a fool?

He stepped forward and coughed softly.

The faces of the two people were almost touching their faces, and Zhang Jun was very upset when he heard this cough, who is it? Disturb him at this time! Don't you see people busy? But when he turned his head to see who was disturbing him, he was stunned.

Sophie blushed and stood aside very neatly, but she didn't understand why Zhang Jun was stunned, the other party was just an ordinary middle-aged Dutchman!

But Zhang Jun stammered and shouted, "Horse...... Marco van Basten ...... "He speaks Dutch, not Chinese or English.

"Huh! We must be meeting for the first time, right? "It's none other than Marco van Basten, the current head coach of the Dutch national team.

"Yes, yes...... Zhang Jun licked his lips, he was a little flustered, and blamed himself in his heart for his rudeness just now, he didn't expect to meet his idol here.

"Ah, I was going to play with a few friends in front, but I didn't expect to meet you here." In comparison, Basten was much more relaxed, and it was clear that he had come prepared.

"Ahead?" Zhang Jun is a little strange, so familiar with the direction......

"Stupid! It's St. Edron! Sophie reminded him in a whisper. After coming to the Netherlands for more than two months, she has not relaxed her Dutch learning for a day, and she and Zhang Jun have tried their best to communicate with people in Dutch when they go out. Now she has no problem with basic conversation.

"Huh?!" Zhang Jun was taken aback.

"Huh! It seems that Michelle didn't tell you that he and Qiu are old friends, and I are also old friends! Basten laughed.

"Do you mean...... The friend who often plays with him is ......"

"That's me." Basten smiled brightly, but Zhang Jun felt a sense of powerlessness after figuring out the situation: Oh my God! What kind of people are here!

"I'm just going to play football, are you interested in going and seeing?" Basten sent an invitation to Zhang Jun, how could Zhang Jun refuse?

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"But, sir, aren't you the head coach of the Dutch national team? How do you have time to play here? Zhang Jun raised his own questions on the way.

"Just call me Marco, don't be so inhibited." Basten smiled. "The head coach of the Dutch national team also needs to take a vacation, right?"

But Zhang Jun is well aware that the World Cup qualifiers in Germany have begun, and Basten's first game in charge is against his archrival Czech Republic, and it is impossible for him to take a vacation at this time. Someone must have worshipped him...... Thinking that Qiu Suhui asked him to come to Utrecht-Basten's hometown, Yang Pan once told him that Basten and Qiu Suhui were friends. So this client must be Qiu Suhui, that's right!

For his own sake, Qiu Zhi can be described as well-intentioned!

"It's here!" Basten threw the bag he was carrying into the grass. Zhang Jun looked at the stadium, where a group of people were playing "Monkey Teasing", and the "monkey" was Michel Stadson, the director of the Sanatorium Saint-Edlon.

"Watch us play here, you can't touch the ball yet." With that, Basten took off his trousers and jacket, took out a pair of ordinary sneakers from his backpack and changed them into, and after a little preparation, he ran into the court and joined the battle.

Later, the crowd divided into two teams, four men each, and played small games in the big penalty area.

In Zhang Jun's opinion, those tall, short, fat and thin figures are like any middle-aged man he has seen in Luoyang who loves football before, and he meets three or five friends to get together to play football on weekends. Although they may not be able to run, their love for football does not fade with age.

Now these Dutchmen in front of them are the same, some of them are as fat as meat balls, but they are still running on the field at all costs, sweat reflecting the sunlight on the bald head of the head, which is a little dazzling and a little funny.

Everyone loves football, whether it's China or the Netherlands, hehe! Zhang Jun thought and smiled.

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In that group, it was clear that Basten's skills were the best, and his shot from a small angle in the game pierced the opponent's goal, which made Zhang Jun's eyes light up, as if he saw the Basten in the 1988 European Championship final, Basten in his prime.

After all, I was older, and after not playing for a while, the game was over. The friends said hello to Basten and left, leaving only Basten and Stadsen.

Basten sat next to Zhang Jun to rest.

"Those people are ......," Zhang Jun asked.

"When I was a kid, we played together, but only Michelle and I became professionals. But Michelle retired due to a serious injury after playing at the World Youth Championships in '83. Basten said slowly.

Zhang Jun realized that this chubby and somewhat cute Stadterson was also on the Dutch national youth team, and participated in a World Youth Championship with Qiu Suhui, no wonder they knew each other.

"Well, let's not talk about the past, let's talk about you." Basten looked at Zhang Jun and said.

"Me?"

"How's the injury? I heard that you now have a TCM doctor who is treating you? ”

"Yes, and the treatment worked very well, more smoothly than I expected." Zhang Jun looked at his left ankle and said. Feng Qing's set really worked, and he could even feel that his ankles were gradually becoming more flexible.

"So how are you going to play football when your feet are ready?" Basten's words made Zhang Jun not understand. "I mean you can't go back to the way you were before you got injured, that just increases your chances of getting hurt. You have to know that the striker only needs to shoot and score. ”

But Zhang Jun was silent, he didn't say yes or no right away, but thought for a while before saying firmly: "Thank you, Marko." A lot of people said that to me, including my treating doctor, who advised me to play football differently. However, if that were the case, it would not make sense for me to take the risk of this TCM treatment. I know everybody is doing it for my own good, so that I can play for a longer period of time. But in my heart, I don't like to be a striker who can only shoot. Maybe just shooting can be a great goalscorer just as well. But I prefer to get the ball and break through and put it in the back of the net, that's the kind of football I want to play. If it's just shooting, I think football is half the fun for me. ”

"You're insisting on playing like you used to? Even if you get injured again because of this, don't you regret quitting football forever? That's why I retired......"

"No regrets! Actually, I know that there was a time when you didn't allow anyone to talk about football in front of you, and you played golf every day. But your happiest time is when you're on the pitch with your friends, right? Zhang Jun looked at Basten and said.

Basten's face twitched, and it was an expression that was on his mind. In retrospect, it was truly the happiest time of his life, with Luther, Ronald, Frank and his AC Milan team-mates winning one honour after another together......

"What a stubborn person!" Basten shook his head and smiled, Qiu Suhui told him that Zhang Jun was very stubborn, even if he was wrong, he would not hit the south wall and not look back, and today he can be regarded as an insight. "Well, since you're so insistent, then I have some advice, would you like to hear it?"

Zhang Jun knows that the key point is reached, Basten's advice is not ordinary advice, as a person with a lot of experience as a center forward and has been in charge of the Ajax youth team, his advice will definitely make his level improve by leaps and bounds. Qiu Zhi came to him for this!

Zhang Jun nodded vigorously.

"Good. So, first, you are not allowed to use the 'Scorpio' you invented in the future. Basten said with his index finger.

But there was a boom in Zhang Jun's head! Don't use "Longteng"? Why?

Even Sophie on the side was stunned, "Dragon Teng" is Zhang Jun's signboard, Zhang Jun's symbol, if you don't let it be used, Zhang Jun's feelings can't be accepted no matter what.

Zhang Jun looked at Basten, but saw that his expression was very serious, and he was definitely not joking.

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