Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 119 Happy New Year! (Second update)

The meaning is obvious.

Barcelona is no longer a rival to Manchester United. The game between the two teams will be a crushing situation, and naturally it will not be exciting.

The reporters in the audience suddenly became energetic and finally waited for the main show.

At this time, there was another conference room.

Guardiola answered reporters' questions calmly.

"I'm sure this defeat will impress the Manchester City players."

"The previous winning streak did change our mentality. Fortunately, it has been corrected in time."

"That's a good thing!"

"Finally, congratulations to Manchester United and congratulations to José."

As for the reporter's suggestion that the two turned against each other because of their position as Barcelona's head coach.

Guardiola also chose to avoid it. He did not want to answer this question. It was an unpleasant memory.

Two hours later.

Chu Feng declined the invitation from his teammates. He had more important things to do today.

That’s New Year’s Day!

Although we are in a foreign country, our traditions cannot be forgotten.

In fact, the main purpose of Yan Lanxia and Chu Changzheng coming to England was not to watch football, but to spend a good holiday with Chu Feng. They had missed too much before.

After Chu Feng drove to pick up his parents, he first went to the supermarket near the Carrington training base and pushed the shopping cart into the shopping mode.

Pork, glutinous rice balls, rice cakes, green onions.

The products in British supermarkets are quite complete, and you can find all kinds of condiments such as Laoganma and Shisanxiang.

The three of them took the minibus and arrived at the Shaxian snack shop.

Before, Chu Feng was planning to find a restaurant to eat, but then he suddenly had an idea, so he proposed to Zhang Zhongbing, the owner of Shaxian Snacks, about borrowing his restaurant's kitchen.

The latter naturally agreed readily. If Chu Feng's attitude was not very tough, he would not even be willing to accept the money.

The family has a clear division of labor.

Yan Lanxia assembles the noodles, and Chu Changzheng chops the stuffing.

Where is Chu Feng?

"Mom and Dad, let me show you my skills. Stir-fried yellow beef, Bincheng stir-fried subs, and braised whole shrimps are all included."

Chu Feng smiled and put on his apron and handled the ingredients familiarly.

Yan Lanxia originally wanted to stop him, but after seeing the look in Chu Changzheng's eyes, she swallowed back what she wanted to say.

In fact, it doesn’t matter what the family eats together, what matters is the feeling of having fun together.

Amidst the clanging sounds of pots, bowls, ladles and basins in the kitchen.

The aroma of the food gradually spreads.

Yan Lanxia looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table and said with some surprise: "Son, are you a much better cook than your dad?"

Chu Changzheng did not refute, because it was a fact.

"Mom, I used to like to cook and eat by myself when I had nothing to do. As time went by, I got better at it."

Chu Feng was silent for a moment and suddenly said softly.

Actually he lied.

How could someone who usually eats in the canteen have such cooking skills?

That was before rebirth.

"Mom and Dad, let's all drink some today."

Chu Feng wisely changed the topic and stood up to pour the wine.

He gave himself a day off today, not thinking about replaying the game or training plans, and focusing on spending the holidays with his family.

“Hey, is there Moutai in the UK too?”

When Chu Changzheng saw the bottle in Chu Feng's hand, his throat kept rolling, and the wine bug was suddenly hooked.

Originally, in order to support Chu Feng in playing football, the family basically had to make ends meet.

Don't talk about Maotai

What he drinks on weekdays is Yushu Daqu, which is considered a representative wine for common people. It is not expensive and tastes good.

“It’s cheaper than buying it in duty-free shops in China.”

Chu Feng nodded.

"Happy New Year's Day!!!" The three of them sat around the dining table and raised their glasses together.

At this time, the Manchester United fans outside the window were still celebrating, which could be regarded as a different kind of "fireworks". The room was suddenly filled with the warmth of home and the deep affection of family.

Chu Feng saw the smiles on his parents' faces and felt that all his fatigue had disappeared.

He became more determined to play well.

"Son, are you going home during the Spring Festival?"

Yan Lanxia picked up some vegetables and put them into Chu Feng's bowl.

"We happened to have a game that day."

Chu Feng took a big mouthful of food and muttered.

"It's okay, we still have to focus on the game."

"Lao Chu, go and cook the dumplings. It's time to celebrate the Spring Festival in advance."

Yan Lanxia's expression was slightly disappointed, and she turned to urge Chu Changzheng who was drinking next to her.

"Mom, should I go?"

Chu Feng poured Chu Changzheng another drink, got up and headed to the kitchen.

"By the way, the boss asked me to bring back a signed jersey from my son. He said he wanted to frame it and hang it up."

"No, it's just like this."

Looking at Chu Feng's busy back, Chu Changzheng felt extremely relieved. This was his happiest moment.

"I told the class before that each of the top three in English improvement would be given a signed jersey, but guess what?"

Yan Lanxia put the peeled shrimp on Chu Feng's plate.

"how?"

Chu Changzheng is a very qualified admirer.

"As a result, the most naughty students were sitting in the classroom memorizing words during recess."

"It's been less than two months, and my English scores have generally improved by more than 30 points."

"And they also said that if their son can play a game with them, they are guaranteed to improve by another 30 points."

Yan Lanxia's expression was filled with pride.

The two of them chatted with hammers here and there, talking about insignificant things.

Soon Chu Feng came back with three bowls of dumplings.

Yan Lanxia suddenly said: "Son, I think our Chinese Super League is developing well. If you feel too tired -"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Changzheng surprisingly took on the posture of the head of the family, "What do you know?"

"If you can stay in Europe, don't go back to China. Your mother and I can't give you much help, so you have to rely on yourself for everything."

"Now that we have made some achievements, we must persist no matter how hard or tired we are."

Yan Lanxia did not refute because she knew Chu Changzheng was right.

"I don't think it's too hard. It's good to be able to turn my hobby into a career."

Chu Feng ate a dumpling stuffed with pork and green onions, feeling the familiar taste and couldn't help but laugh.

I don’t know what kind of emotions arose. I just felt a little dazed and emotional, so I almost uncontrollably recalled the path I had traveled in “these years”.

Being able to play football again can improve the conditions at home.

And compared with the bleak future of his previous life, his current life is full of hope, and he is already very satisfied.

The happy time is always short-lived, and soon this "family banquet" in a foreign country came to an end.

Chu Feng asked the club staff to drive his parents back to the hotel, while he walked back to the training base in the cold night wind.

He drank almost half a catty and took the opportunity to sober up.

Although he said he would have a day off today and would not review the game, he still analyzed it subconsciously.

no doubt.

Manchester United had a tough time winning the game.

If it weren't for the heavy snow

(End of this chapter)