It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 275 Blanco: Your max level account is mine (daily transition)

The awarding ceremony ended quickly.

Charles and his group returned to the hotel to rest.

No matter how crazy and exciting the outside world was, Charles slept in for a rare nap and only got up lazily at noon.

While eating lunch, I watched Jacques playing with Charles' various trophies and medals.

In addition to the replica of the World Cup trophy, this time Charles also brought back the championship medal, the World Cup Golden Boot Award and the World Cup Best Young Player Award, which he deservedly won, as he was 8 goals ahead of the second place in the scorer list, as well as the medals awarded last night and various miscellaneous awards such as certain sports awards after the game.

The World Cup Best Young Player Award is only given to players under the age of 21 in the World Cup finals.

As for the World Cup Golden Ball winner, it was Iniesta.

Since Ronaldo, this award has become a runner-up consolation prize, recognizing players who performed very well but ultimately failed to win the game.

Spain's overall strength is about the same, with no particularly outstanding or bad players.

As for the Golden Ball Award, it can be given to either Iniesta or Xavi.

"I never thought that one day I would be able to touch the World Cup trophy with my own hands, and I never thought that it would be you who brought it back."

"Thinking back on my life, I didn't seem to have won any awards. The happiest thing was getting the A-level coaching certificate."

Jacques said with emotion.

"I can take a few more photos for you."

Ciel said with a smile.

Ange came over, pulled out a chair and sat down, "He took enough photos last night. The camera you'll see later, oh, it's full of all kinds of group photos."

"I didn't even know how many times I pressed the shutter button for him last night."

Jacques smiled and said nothing, but carefully put away all the trophies and gold medals.

On the other side, Anais came over and poured a glass of water.

"When are we going home? Do we have to visit the coach later?"

"I will be home in a few days. We will go to visit the coach in the afternoon. I just asked him. He is still handing over to Domenegue and the people from the Football Association. We can just go directly to his office."

Ciel explained.

After lunch, after a while, Charles prepared to look for Blanco.

And the other side.

While Charles was still sleeping in, Blanco was woken up by the alarm clock at 5 a.m.

Blanco, who originally wanted to rest and catch up on some sleep, took a look at the date on his phone and immediately jumped up.

His work alarm isn't set for 5 a.m.

Today was the day he and Charles had agreed to meet.

Blanco, in his pajamas, rushed into the bathroom quickly and started washing.

Half an hour later, Blanco touched his smooth chin, walked out with satisfaction, and began to choose clothes.

A full suit?

No, this will give people a very serious and rigid feeling. Today is the day he wants to make friends with the top star. Wearing this will make people feel too distant.

Blanco's hands quickly slid through the closet and soon saw a pair of short-sleeved shirts and shorts.

After thinking for a while, Blanco slid over.

This is too informal and may come across as disrespectful.

Success is all about attention to detail!
After changing several sets of clothes, Blanco finally found one that he was satisfied with.

After combing her hair in front of the mirror again, she finally walked out of the house with satisfaction.

Breathing the stale air of Paris, Blanco felt like he was about to step into space, and he felt a lot more energetic.

After being stuck in traffic for a while, he finally arrived at a high-end supermarket.

He came to buy drinks.

Charles doesn't drink alcohol, and won't even touch drinks that might contain alcohol, so the usual red wine or something like that for entertaining guests is not appropriate.

After choosing and choosing on the shelf again and again, he finally found a bottle of original green and additive-free freshly squeezed orange juice among a variety of sky-high-priced beverages.

After choosing the drinks, Blanco recalled the cups in the office, which seemed to be used for making coffee. He then hurriedly carried the shopping basket to the tableware area.

After picking out a few simple vertical-striped glasses, Blanco went to pay the bill with satisfaction.

By the time he arrived at the office, the time was just right.

Domenegue had not yet arrived.

Blanco thought he was preparing unemployment compensation claims.

As a coach, he didn't understand Domenegue at all. He was taking the World Cup winning bonus and the high compensation for coaching salary, but he was actually thinking about getting unemployment compensation.

Time passed minute by minute, and as the sun passed by the window, Blanco, who was originally in the office sorting out and handing over various documents, was not at all calm and collected like a coach, but stood in the office pacing continuously.

Charles should be a very easy-to-get-along-with person, but since he had never actually met him, he wasn't particularly reassured.

Domenegue has no manners of a coach at all. He just acts like a dog for his core players, which is a disgrace to their coach.

He, Blanc, the pride of French coaches, is not at all a bootlicker like Domenegue!

Before Blanco could figure out how to talk to Charles later, and how he should respond if Charles was very tough, he heard a commotion outside the window.

Confused, Blanco stuck his head out and saw that the outside was full of people.

People, it’s all people!

Whether black or white, tall or short, they were all dancing and holding various banners, writing boards, or tricolor flags.

If you look closely at the clothes they are wearing, they are basically various World Cup championship commemorative jerseys.

And in the midst of this frenzy, the car carrying Charles slowly drove over.

"Ciel!"

"I love you, Charles, give me an autograph—"

"This is my phone number, Charles, you can call me anytime!!!"

Charles turned his head and looked out the window. In addition to countless fans, there were also reporters from various media outlets who were rushing in like a zombie siege.

With the protection of the security guards, Charles managed to escape.

But even after walking from the courtyard to the stairs, I could still hear the restless enthusiasm outside.

Blanco, who had been very reserved, ran out of the office. Just as Charles went upstairs, he met Blanco head-on.

"Hello, Coach, I'm Ciel."

Although Ciel was almost startled, he still extended his hand politely.

Blanco's face was instantly filled with smiles, and he held Charles' hands with both of his own. "No need for introductions. If anyone needs to be introduced, I should be the one to do it. Who wouldn't know you now? Come in with me, hero."

Domenegue, who had just been alerted by this series of movements, walked out slowly from another office and looked at the flattering Blanco with disdain on his face.

But seeing Charles chatting and laughing as he walked into the head coach's office with Blanc, Domenegue couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately put down the coffee cup in his hand and walked towards the office.

"Blanc, you didn't even tell me that Charles was here. Aren't we still in the process of handover? I could have a chat with you two." Domenegue sat directly next to Charles, while Blanc, who had just walked to the sofa opposite, was full of question marks on his face.

No, why are you, my ex, getting involved?

Blanco, who was originally smiling, instantly turned cold and aloof.

"Nothing, Domenegue. Haven't you almost finished handing over your work? Why don't you go to the theater now?"

Looking at the two gray-haired old men arguing with each other, Charles just felt a headache.

Blanco stood up and took a bottle of orange juice that he had prepared for a long time. "How about orange juice?"

"of course can."

Domenegue also stood up and put the cups in order. Blanco unscrewed the bottle cap and poured orange juice into three cups.

Domenegue picked up the orange juice, took a sip, looked at the sunlight coming through the window, and instantly felt drunk.

"Charles, thank you. No matter what, I know that without you, we wouldn't have achieved such success in this World Cup."

"coach……"

"No, listen to me," Domenegue interrupted Charles with a wave of his hand, "You are more fascinating than all the stars I know, and more magical than all the magic. Although I don't have a deep understanding of magic now, I have a feeling that there will never be a more magical existence than you."

"Perhaps, the meaning of my studying divination for so many years is to meet you."

After saying that, Domenegue drank the orange juice in the glass. Blanco silently picked up the bottle and filled it up for him.

"Blanco, you are a double champion, you will be a better coach than me."

"Platini doesn't think highly of me. You are the coach he highly recommended. You may be arrogant, but don't forget one thing: the importance of the core players is beyond your imagination."

After saying that, Domenegue sighed and walked out silently.

He is his ex now, and no amount of advice can compare to the actual running-in between the two of them.

After Domenegue left, Blanco shook his head. "That's just the way he is. I think you should be used to it."

Ciel picked up the glass and took a sip of the orange juice as well, keeping his smile.

Blanco continued, "Okay, I have already handed over some basic issues about the team to him. Let's talk about tactics now."

After winning the World Cup this year, he has to clear out some players, including those who are older, and some who do not fit the tactical arrangements or those who he thinks are unsuitable.

No matter which aspect, he must first deal with the boss in the French locker room, otherwise, he will not be able to move forward.

“你在之后的战术安排中有什么特别的偏好么？比如说4-2-3-1或者说4-3-3？”

"Or any other special request?"

"Everything is up to you, coach. I won't have any other requests."

Charles said.

He will not interfere with the coach's tactical deployment.

Hearing this, Blanco was relieved. "I was in Bordeaux before, but unfortunately I only made it to the quarterfinals this season. Otherwise, maybe we could have met in the Champions League final."

"I still remember watching the Champions League final in my office. I have to say that your performance was really unforgettable. I can still remember the wonderful scenes at that time."

"When I won the 98 World Cup and the 2000 European Championship, there were many excellent players in the team. I am a defender, so I can see this even more. You are destined to become someone like Zidane."

Charles heard the hidden meaning.

"Coach, your coaching achievements are as good as they were when you were a player. No matter from which aspect, you have the final say in the national team, and we will listen to your arrangements."

Blanco smiled with satisfaction.

"I think you also know that our main task now is the 2012 European Cup. If we can win it, we will have successfully reproduced the miracle of that year."

“I think we can do it.”

Ciel continued to express his support.

"Oh, that's good. We also have a friendly match against Norway in August. I really hope you can attend."

"Norway is not very strong either. I will symbolically substitute you for 10 minutes at the end of the game. What do you think of this?"

Blanco picked up the schedule, took a look at it and asked.

This game will also be his first game after taking over the national team. Although it is just a friendly match, it is not that important for the players who have just won the World Cup. Especially for Charles, this is purely useless, but there is no way, this is still too important for him.

"When is it? Are we away from home?"

"August 8, to Norway."

Ciel began to ponder upon hearing this.

Blanco pursed his lips as well.

A second later, Charles smiled and said, "Of course, the coach can decide the personnel arrangements."

You have to go.

If Charles doesn't go, it won't have any impact on him, but it will have an impact on Blanc's coaching.

He is a new coach and doesn't have much foundation in the current national team.

However, this also means that his Premier League debut will be postponed until September.

"Well, you've rarely come over today, and I've been talking to you about this. Are you going to go home or go on vacation in a few days?"

Blanco put down the schedule contentedly and started chatting with others.

Coaches and players are all human beings. It is impossible for them to talk only about work all the time. Talking about other things appropriately can also promote the relationship between the two sides.

"I will indeed go home tomorrow. The sunflower fields near my home are blooming. I can still enjoy the flowers if I go back now."

"If you're not busy, coach, you can come over to see the flowers and the sea together."

Charles picked up the glass and took another sip of orange juice.

Blanco took out his photo album and said, "I want to go, but I just can't spare the time. I've always wanted to go skiing with my family, but now the snow has melted and I don't have time."

"Here, this is a photo of our family going skiing. Look, isn't it beautiful here?"

Anyone working in football is very busy.

The players are busy flying around and playing games everywhere.

The coach is even more exaggerated. In addition to the days of the game, there are also days of preparing for the game.

Even when the players are on vacation, the coach rarely has time to rest.

Charles turned sideways and said, "Where is this place? It seems familiar."

Blanco smiled and said, "Of course you are familiar with it. This was taken when we went to Tignes several years ago. The only difference is that we went there in winter and it is summer now, so there are many differences."

"Speaking of this, I haven't been to Norway yet, so I don't know what Norway looks like now. I heard that there are polar nights and polar days in Norway. Can we see them?"

Ciel asked excitedly.

Speaking of this, Blanco became excited, as he had done a lot of preparation.

"It only happens within the Arctic Circle, so it's not just in Norway. We can't see it..."

(End of this chapter)