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Chapter 89 87 Happy Birthday Little Xiali

Chapter 89 87 Happy Birthday Little Xiali (Daily Transition)

Abramovich looked at Charles being surrounded by his teammates celebrating with shining eyes, tears of happiness and emotion about to flow from the corners of his mouth.

A few months ago, there were media reports that Chelsea wanted to buy Charles.

Abu really wants to dispel the rumor.

That's true, not gossip.

At the beginning of this season, he invited World Cup champion coach Scolari to coach Chelsea.

He also thought that Scolari was the only World Cup champion coach coaching in the Premier League, but he did not expect that the champion coach would also have difficulty adapting to the local environment.

斯科拉里执教了切尔西25场联赛,取得了14胜7平4负的战绩,25轮之后积到49分,英超排名第四。

It looks pretty good, but this result is only ranked sixth in Chelsea's 17-season history in the Premier League.

Moreover, this is the worst record the Blues have achieved after 25 rounds since he took over Chelsea.

The most terrifying thing is that Arsenal has started to fight for the top four!

There is a great possibility that Chelsea will be overtaken by Arsenal and lose the qualification to advance to the Champions League.

Arsenal, who have transformed into a crazy fighter for the top four, can always use various incredible "miracles" at the last minute of the season to secure their Champions League qualification.

Unable to bear it any longer, Abramovich fired Scolari in February this year and invited Russian national team coach Hiddink to put out the fire.

After acquiring Chelsea, the "breakup fee" he gave to the head coach every year was an astronomical figure.

He doesn't need the team to bring him financial benefits. What he needs is results, results, and results.

But Laporta, the old fox, didn't even give him a chance to use his "money power".

Laporta is unwilling to let go of either of these two superstars, Charles and Busquets.

In addition, there have been recent rumors that Platini will introduce a new financial bill to regulate the club's operations. Before the details are fully announced, no one can find loopholes to exploit.

When Abu thought of this, he became so angry that his teeth itched.

Yes, 2010 was the year of the presidential elections for Barcelona and Real Madrid. Before Calderon was sacked, he was still thinking about bringing the Manchester United superstar to the Bernabeu to win votes for himself.

Laporta must have had a cerebral hemorrhage for selling Charles and Messi before winning the election.

Alas, for now, we can only wait and see the situation after the Barcelona presidential election.

Soon, Barcelona ended the celebration and the game resumed.

Goitom restarted the game and passed the ball back to Sesma.

Just as Barcelona's forward started to move and threaten Sesma, he kicked the ball again and passed it to the back line.

As Charles and Eto'o pressed forward, Prieto seemed to panic and did not pass the ball across to other defenders, but passed it to Bohar.

You have to know that the passing route between him and Bohar is within the sphere of influence of Barcelona players and is very easy to be intercepted.

Bohar naturally didn't expect this, and he didn't even stop the ball. The two of them played like they were playing table tennis. After touching the ball, Bohar passed it directly back to Prieto.

Messi naturally noticed that Prieto was not in good shape and began to approach him.

Unexpectedly, as he approached, Prieto made a mistake in stopping the ball. Fortunately, he quickly caught up with the ball and passed the hot potato to Pedro Lopez.

Seeing the opportunity, Keita quickly pressed the run and pushed Pedro Lopez directly to the sideline.

But as a professional player, Pedro still withstood the pressure, kicked the ball with his left foot, and the ball found Canobbio almost along the sideline.

But Pique had seen through it all. Although he was sticking behind Canobbio, at the moment the ball rolled over, Canobbio was unable to pass the ball normally due to his interference.

The ball drew a smooth C in the air, and no one on this route cleared the ball.

Finally, at the end of the C, Keita overpowered Pedro and kicked the ball out with a high kick.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be unbalanced, and almost all the players gathered on the wing.

After Keita cleared the ball to the middle, the whole tilted situation returned to stability and normal - Barcelona besieged Valladolid's goal.

However, Valladolid's defensive strength, which had already been conceded two goals in a row, was no longer comparable to that at the beginning of the game.

Although Barcelona controlled the situation, they failed to seize the opportunity to expand the score. Valladolid's turtle shell was too thick.

Seeing this, Guardiola also gave the latest instructions: conserve energy and slow down the attack.

The Barcelona players understood the situation and started to play the ball control game, waiting for Valladolid to make mistakes before launching an attack.

Facing the pressure from Valladolid players, Silveño didn't think much, he just tapped the ball with his right foot and transferred it directly.

Pique took a few steps after stopping the ball, and when he saw Goitom deliberately change direction and rush towards him, he swung his leg and hit the ball hard.

The ball was like an arrow shot from a bow and directly penetrated Valladolid's first line of defense.

To put it nicely, Barcelona's midfield and backcourt are playing a ball possession game, to put it bluntly, they are just walking the dog.

When forwards like Charles and Eto'o also joined the ball possession game, the scene on the field became drowsy.

The ball was almost always passed back and forth under the feet of Barcelona players. If Valladolid players chased the ball, the ball would be transferred quickly.

At the same time, the purpose of their passing is not to control the ball, but to attract the opponent players to run to the position they want you to run to.

Once you are caught and a loophole appears in the formation, the ball will instantly turn into a sharp blade, seizing this fleeting opportunity and directly threatening the goal.

In the 71st minute, Alves made a cross and Eto'o headed the ball but it went wide.

Just 4 minutes later, Charles intercepted the ball in the frontcourt and dribbled past two players again, breaking into the penalty area. If his final shot had not hit the left post and gone wide, Barcelona would have been able to further expand the score.

Before it was time for Charles to take a walk, Barcelona threatened Valladolid's goal again.

Alves received the pass on the right side of the penalty area and shot directly. To everyone's horror, Asenho once again performed bravely and saved the ball.

At this time, there were less than ten minutes left until the end of the game.

Not long after, after Alves, Eto'o received the pass and shot from 5 yards, ready to open his goal account again.

However, the ball was blocked by the Valladolid defender with his thigh, and Eto'o's shot went wide of the left post.

During this period, Valladolid also thought about resisting.

In the 87th minute, Escudero made a cross from the left, Goitom headed the ball, but it was quickly cleared by Busquets' header.

The ball was not cleared far away, Rubio volleyed the ball directly from the point where the ball landed, but the goddess of luck did not favor him and the ball went slightly wide.

Soon, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Valladolid 0:2 Barcelona.

……

After packing up in the away locker room, the Barcelona players boarded the bus again.

Charles chose a seat by the window and enjoyed the scenery while eating with a good appetite.

Not long after they sat down, Henry also sat next to Charles.

"You ran too fast. Vilanova couldn't find you." Henry took out a bottle of milk from his pocket. "It should still be hot."

"Thank you," Charles opened the bottle of milk and took a sip. "If I don't run faster, I'll be caught for an interview. If Pep forgets about me, I won't be able to come back."

"Pep won't forget about you. He will ask Puyol to rescue you."

Henry, who has become a father, often finds it difficult to treat Charles as just a teammate when facing him.

"Is it your birthday?"

Charles quickly finished the egg yolk pie he brought from home.

After buying the egg yolk pie, he only opened the packaging bag, but he was too busy and hadn't eaten it yet. "It will arrive in three days." Henry nodded thoughtfully, "In other words, it will arrive the day before the Champions League?"

"Yes, the day before yesterday," Ciel nodded as he put the garbage into the bag and put it away.

Not long after, after Guardiola made sure that everyone was present, the driver stepped on the accelerator, the bus began to speed up, and set off on the road back to Barcelona.

Charles looked at the scenery outside the car window receding, and he didn't know if it was because he was full that he felt sleepy, but he slowly leaned his head against the car window and fell asleep.

After the car stopped, the teammates got out one after another, but Charles still didn't wake up.

Henry patted Charles' shoulder gently and found that the guy was sleeping soundly.

"Charles, wake up, it's time to get off the bus..."

Seeing that he had no reaction at all, Henry had no choice but to prepare to carry him away.

Guardiola was still packing up and soon noticed the movement there, "Henry, what's going on?"

Henry carried Ciel onto his back, "He fell asleep. I was still trying to figure out how to get him back."

Guardiola was wondering why Charles was so quiet today, but he didn't expect him to fall asleep directly.

Normally when he came back from an away game, Charles would be like the protagonist on the bus, with people teasing him, giving him snacks, listening to his jokes, playing games with him... it was very lively.

"Why did he go to bed so early today?" Guardiola came over and the three of them got off the bus together.

Henry shook his head, "I don't know, maybe he wants to sleep after eating, all children are like this."

"There's no one to take care of him at night, so send him to my house for a night," Guardiola said as he opened the car door. "What did this guy eat to fall asleep so quickly?"

Henry carried Charles to Guardiola's car, "We just had some snacks, bread, milk and other things."

"Let me see the thing," Guardiola suddenly realized that something was wrong and he always felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Henry was confused, but handed over Ciel's garbage bag anyway.

Guardiola opened the bag and found only the food packaging bag of egg yolk pie inside.

Find the ingredients list.

Although he didn't recognize the Chinese words on it, he could understand the English words on it.

The two of them came under the light and looked at the densely packed ingredient list.

Suddenly, Guardiola stopped and said, "Henry, is this 'edible alcohol'?"

Henry took the package and took a closer look. It was 'Edible Alcohol'. It was indeed edible alcohol!
The two looked at each other under the light.

Guardiola was silent for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone. "From now on, everything he eats must be checked by his assistant, not just fermented foods, but all foods."

April 2009, 4, Barcelona training base.

Today is Charles' birthday, but Jacques has a game and can't come.

Mom Ange did come over, but Ciel also has a match tomorrow, so she has to stay in the training hotel tonight.

Charles thought that he would probably spend his birthday in the training hotel like Eto'o.

Ciel put on his equipment and began to prepare for today's training.

Let’s talk about language issues again in the locker room today.

Just as everyone was chatting happily, Busquets turned to Charles and asked, "Charles, how do you sing "Happy Birthday" in French?"

Ciel was still putting on his socks and answered subconsciously:

"Joyeux Anniversaire,

Happy birthday,

Acceptor of the bon cur,

Accept it wholeheartedly,
I'm so sorry,

My sincerest wishes,
Joyeux Anniversaire…”

Happy birthday……

Busquets sang along: "Joyeux Anniversaire... and then?"

Henry clapped his hands, beat time, and sang:
"Joyeux Anniversaire,

Acceptor of the bon cur,

I'm so sorry,

Joyeux Anniversaire…”

Charles raised his head suddenly, and everyone in the locker room stood up, clapping their hands and singing:
"Joyeux Anniversaire,

Acceptor of the bon cur,

I'm so sorry,

Joyeux Anniversaire…”

Charles suddenly felt his eyes swelling up, and the door of the locker room was slowly opened.

Guardiola, wearing a ginger-colored dress and looking like he was covered in sunshine, walked in pushing a cake cart.

"Joyeux Anniversaire,

"Accepter de bon cur,

“Mes vux les plus sincères,

“Joyeux Anniversaire…”

Soon, the cake was pushed to the center of the locker room. Bojan pushed Charles over from his seat. Vilanova handed the candle to Charles with a smile, "Put the candles on it, little Charles."

Charles took the candle handed to him by Vilanova, first inserted a 'one' and then a 'nine'.

Guardiola took out the pointed hats, gave the first one to Charles, and then distributed the pointed hats one by one.

Charles put the candles in place, and Henry handed him the lighter, "Light the candles, little Charlie."

After the candles were lit by Charles, the lights in the locker room were quickly turned off.

The warm flickering candlelight sways on everyone's smiling face.

The light from two candles was obviously not bright enough, but Charles felt that everyone's eyes were shining.

Friends of different ages and speaking different languages ​​gathered together and prepared this surprise for him sincerely.

Even though the cake hadn't been cut yet, Charles could already smell the scent of joy.

After making the wish, Charles took the cake knife handed over by Henry, carefully cut off the first piece, put it on the plate, and handed it to Guardiola.

"Thank you, Boss."

Guardiola took the cake from Charles with a smile and touched his hair. "Happy birthday, Charles. From now on you will be a big boy."

Although you can get married at the age of 15 in France, you don't become an adult until you turn 18.

Puyol's eyes were full of smiles. "Big kids, hurry up and share the cake. We haven't opened our presents yet. I think they can't wait any longer."

“Hahaha, that’s right—”

(End of this chapter)

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