Lao Li turned around and looked around, and found that Xiao Zhengtai was indeed the only one standing in front of him, and he was very surprised, could it be that this fifteen or sixteen-year-old pink little guy turned out to be a "blue annihilation" who worships the enemy inside and out?

"Xiao Zheng...... Guy, do you know who I am? Lao Li tried his best to pretend to be pure, smiling like a strange Shu millet who abducted Zhengtai.

"You are Mr. Rice Bucket, the head coach of Real Madrid, and I also know that you are the first Chinese coach to coach abroad," in the face of Lao Li's slightly teasing question, Xiao Zhengtai was unequivocal and proudly raised his head: "Because I am also Chinese!" ”

Well, Lao Li took a closer look and found that the little guy really had a bit of a yellow appearance between his eyebrows, but the black hair was the same as many foreign children, soft and drooping, long covering the ears, it was this very Westernized hairstyle that deceived Li Tongfan's first impression, but to say that he is purely Chinese is not very accurate, Xiao Zhengtai should be a product of Chinese and Western - mixed-race!

Hehe, it's actually a "mixed-race rice bucket", in this case, Lao Li unceremoniously took the paper and pen in the little guy's hand, and signed his name with a brush.

Who knows that the little guy looked at Lao Li's signature, frowned and was not satisfied: "Mr. Rice Bucket, can you leave your contact information...... Not really, or by email, I'm your crazy admirer,......"

Children's words are the truest!

Lao Li, whose vanity is greatly admired, did not hesitate to leave his email address, as a high-quality idol of the new generation, Li Tongfan once again showed a pure smile to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Hey, Gigi, hurry up and get to work, we're going to be scolded!" In the distance, a foreign imp shouted hello.

"Got it," the little guy turned his head and agreed, carefully put the notebook with Lao Li's signature and contact information into the big pocket behind his buttocks, turned around and ran two steps, and then turned back to Lao Li and said, "My name is Jiji, Mr. Rice Bucket!" ”

Watching Gigi run to the other side of the pitch to pick up the ball with a few imps, Lao Li found out that this "half-race rice bucket" turned out to be a ball boy at Stamford Bridge.

This scene was just a small episode, Lao Li was blowing cool air under the night sky of the stadium, it was a little cold, and he turned around and walked towards the locker room! Once the hammers have finished bathing, the team will have to return to the hotel to rest, with a tight schedule at the end of November, with Real Madrid facing them in the Madrid derby three days later.

When he came to the door of the locker room, Li Tongfan was surprised to find that there was no sound inside, what was going on? Could it be that the hammers have already left early? It's really unbearable for uncles and aunts, so unorganized and undisciplined!

Who knew that just when he opened the door, a stream of golden liquid sprayed over, and the thick aroma of wine suddenly filled the dressing room, and a huge cheer broke out, Lao Li wiped a few handfuls on his face in embarrassment, and saw through the blur that the golden wolf Guti was holding a champagne bottle in both hands to himself, and the other hammers were clapping their hands and laughing evilly...... Uncle, it's been sneak attacked!

Lao Li immediately snatched the champagne bottle from Guti's hand with lightning speed, shook it a few times, and launched an indiscriminate all-round covering firepower attack, and there was a cheering exclamation in the dressing room of Real Madrid!

The Chelsea players walked past each other in a neat group, looked at each other and shrugged, no way, celebration is the prerogative of the winners!

…… Although it was a Champions League group stage match that had lost its meaning, the miraculous victory made everyone extremely excited, and after returning to the hotel, Li Tongfan finally used the authority of the head coach to suppress the celebration of the hammers and force the over-energetic players to go back to their rooms to rest!

The itinerary has been arranged, and tomorrow at 8 o'clock, everyone will fly back to Madrid, Spain, to prepare for the upcoming away game against Atletico Madrid. The opponent is Real Madrid's century-old enemy, and in a sense, this match is the most important match for Real Madrid in the whole of November!

As the head coach, Lao Li shamelessly enjoyed the privilege of living in a single room, and was about to go to bed after taking a shower, when suddenly there was a knock on the door! Li Tongfan looked up at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, his uncle, that immoral thing came to disturb the labor and management sleeping so late? People have to go to work tomorrow!

When I opened the door, it was a very handsome hotel waiter!

"Hello, is this Mr. Rice Bucket?"

"Huh?" Lao Li nodded, could it be that even the waiter in the hotel is a "rice bucket"? Is it true that labor and management are so attractive now, and their fans have spread all over Europe and abroad?

"Sorry to disturb your rest, there is an important guest who wants to meet you, please come over!" The waiter said very sincerely, with a hint of panic on his face!

Lao Li understands that a five-star hotel like this has a strict system, and it is definitely an unforgivable thing to knock on the door and disturb without the greeting of guests, but why did this waiter still come resolutely? There are only two explanations: either this guy didn't want to do it and deliberately waited for himself to go to the front desk to sue, or he took a tip from that so-called "important guest"! And judging by the waiter's expression, it should be the latter.

Lao Li's principle has always been to be convenient for himself, and it is not easy for a small waiter to make some extra money, it would be too immoral to sue for this hour, and Lao Li also wants to know who this guest who wants to see him is, as if he has no relatives and classmates in England?

"Lead the way!"

The waiter sang a breath of air, secretly glad that the crazy coach in the media was still good at talking, otherwise this hard-won job would have been lost. God bless the good-hearted madman Lee in all battles!

The place to go is very close to Lao Li's room, turn a few corridors around the corner, it is an ordinary guest room, Lao Li looked up at the house number: 2014!

Knock knock!

The waiter knocked on the door, turned sideways to signal Lao Li to go in, and turned around to leave! There was a middle-aged foreign uncle in a suit and leather shoes standing in the door, holding the armrest and nodding to signal Lao Li to come in.

Yes? Uncle, is there any mistake, I don't know you, so you let me in?

At this moment, a clear baritone with the surname "Oh, dear Mr. Rice Bucket, I'm glad you came over, I think we'll have a nice conversation!" ”

It turned out that this person at the door was not the main owner, Li Tongfan nodded to the foreigner at the door and walked into the room! Waiting to see the "important guest" who wanted to see him in the waiter's mouth just now, even if Lao Li's nerves were big, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, how could it be this master?

Not only an important guest, but also an important guest!

A foreign-looking man with a short yellow beard on his face is a little thick, not tall, so ordinary that if he is put in the crowd, no one will take a second look, but it is this man in his forties who has a smile and is even a little shy, but because of football, he has almost reached the point where women and children know him in the British Isles!

Roman Abramovich!!

The owner of the Blues Chelsea!

The owner of Stamford Bridge!

The richest man in Russia!

The 15th capital giant in the Forbes world rankings!!

Lao Li complained bitterly, his first reaction was to recall whether he had been seen when he came just now, the dead Russians played this game completely put up a circle for themselves to jump, and it was a shame that he swore in front of more than 100 reporters and crazy uncles a few hours ago that he would not coach Chelsea, and now if this scene is seen by the paparazzi, it will be yellow mud smeared into the crotch of his pants - not is!

"Mr. Rice Bucket, please be seated!" Abu estimates that he has been in Britain for a long time, and his every move is personable, and he can't see that this man who looks like an uncle next door is actually a black-hearted businessman who makes a fortune by smuggling and selling oil!

Now, it's too late for Lao Li to pick a pick, so he has to sit down and watch which play the uncle next door wants to play! Someone next to him immediately served a strong coffee, it was Lao Li's favorite Blue Mountain bitter coffee, it seems that Abu really took a lot of effort to meet today!

Does the uncle next door really want labor to coach Chelsea? Just because he defeated Mu Maniac twice in a row? Changing the commander is like changing the knife, although you can play how you want if you have the money, but this is too child's play, right?

"Li, sorry to bother you so late, you Chinese have a word called straight to the point, frankly, I appreciate your coaching style very much, Jose has no way to make the team go further, but you can do it, that's why I came to you."

The uncle next door's false praise made Lao Li Mei smile, but it couldn't impress the madman's sullen heart, he already had a foundation in Real Madrid, there was no need to go to rainy London to start anew, of course, more importantly, the FM2007 system would not "promise" himself to play with a different team!

However, the uncle next door seemed very patient and seduced Lao Li step by step: "You are a coach with magical powers, but only in the Premier League, in Chelsea, you can get all the rights you can get as a manager, not just an ordinary club employee who arranges tactical training like in Spain......"

It is clear that the uncle next door is a clever negotiator and hits the nail on the head to get to the essence of the problem.

Indeed, for football coaches, the Premier League is heaven. Only in this league will the head coach really become the boss, become the real manager of the club, and have the opportunity to buy and sell players and build a team according to his own ideas and blueprints!

(To be continued)