Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 343 Nowhere to hide
"Yeah! Look at the players who have won this award before, which one is not a big hit now? The two European footballers, Messi and Rooney, also started their brilliant careers with this award. Mo, your future The potential is amazing..." Gala, who was a little older, also congratulated Mo Fei, he was really envious, he didn't have this award at his peak, otherwise he might be eligible to compete for it.At the same time, he felt very lucky that he was able to become teammates with two "two" golden boys one after another-one was his teammate Cesc Fabregas at Arsenal, and the other was the captain of Tottenham.Looking at Cesc Fabregas' current achievements, with Murphy's potential, at least his future achievements will not be worse than the former...

Mo Fei also saw the mixed expressions of disappointment or happiness on the faces of his teammates, and comforted him: "Everyone has the right to fight for their own future, it just depends on whether we work hard... Actually, you don't need to be so excited. I’m not the only golden boy in our team, didn’t Raphael win this award before? I remember he seems to be the first winner of the European Golden Boy Award.”

"Damn! Mo, can I take your words as a sarcasm for me! Have you ever seen a golden boy who is always a substitute?" Hearing that he used himself to comfort others, Van der Vaart immediately quit, ruthlessly He gave Mo Fei a serious look.It is true that he has won the "European Golden Boy Award", but now he is so down and out. Compared with the other "Golden Boys", the situation is very different. He is too embarrassed to mention this. Unexpectedly Could it be that it was revealed in public, making his face flushed.

Mo Fei also felt that his words seemed to have touched on Van der Vaart's sadness, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Raphael, I didn't mean that, you know, I..."

"Come on, come on..." Van der Vaart's sad look flashed away, pretending to be indifferent, and waved his hands, "We are good buddies, I know you have no other intentions. But to be honest, buddies really envy you , is in the limelight, and won this award again, the future is really bright and infinite..."

Van der Vaart also thought about it. He was indeed kicked out by Real Madrid, but this does not mean that he will be devastated. He wants to start a new journey in a new place, and use his outstanding performance to tell those who looked down on him. How wrong was the decision!With a new "golden boy" like Mo Fei, plus a group of good and energetic teammates, he believes that they will be able to create a new era of their own!
"But..." Seeing Mo Fei's relieved expression, Van der Vaart showed a sinister smile, and while winking at his teammates around him, he shouted, "There is always a price to pay for saying the wrong thing... for Celebrate the addition of a footballer in our team, brothers, greet him fiercely!"

As he said that, Van der Vaart took out a bottle of champagne from nowhere, shook it vigorously a few times, pulled out the cork with a bang, and sprayed it on Murphy's mission.The other teammates followed suit, and one after another escaped the prepared champagne and poured it down on Mo Fei's body.

Could it be that he was stunned by the "sudden attack" of his teammates, and his first reaction was to dodge, but when he wanted to take a step, he realized that he was blocked in the middle by the crowd, with nowhere to hide, and was immediately drenched. A drowned chicken.

"Damn it, you bastards!"

Could it be that he let out a strange cry, pretended to be angry, and stretched out his hand towards his teammates, trying to grab the champagne and launch a counterattack.Naturally, the others would not let Mo Fei succeed. While dodging his "claws", they continued to spray towards him.

A group of people laughed and chased wantonly on the training ground, and the youthful vigor permeated the entire stadium. Even the fans outside the court felt the enthusiasm of this vigor and applauded. I lost no time in taking this "Youth Frolicking Picture" with the camera. This is the most precious and sincere picture, and no one can help being moved by it.

After the laughter, a group of young people lay crookedly on the turf of the stadium, feeling the moment of breeze blowing.

"Hey, I said guys, where did you get this champagne?" Mo Fei was exhausted and fell to the ground, his clothes were in a mess, and his eyes were covered with wetness.

"You said this..." Bell shook the champagne bottle that had been squandered, stretched out his mouth to lick it, and said to himself, "It tastes good", before continuing, "There are a lot in the storage room, let's take it easy." Got a few bottles."

"How many bottles?" Could it be that he rolled his eyes speechlessly, looking at the empty bottles piled up messily on the ground, at least there were nearly twenty of them, so how many bottles are there?I'm afraid that the team's inventory has been tossed out, right?

"It seems that this is only used when the team celebrates, right? I don't know if the boss will trouble us if he finds out..." Mo Fei said with some concern.

"What are you worried about, it's okay, the boss knows about it..." Modric smiled indifferently, then pointed to Lennon, and said, "Allen really has a way, and he got it done easily. The head coach agreed with us. With this champagne."

"That's good..." Mo Fei responded subconsciously, and then suddenly thought of Lennon's previous "crime", widened his eyes, and shouted. "Aaron, what did you tell the boss!"

"Uh... this..." Seeing Mo Fei looking like he was going to eat people, Lennon had no choice but to confess the truth, and said, "Actually, it's nothing... I mean you want to celebrate the award with everyone and increase the team's reputation." Unity, the boss agreed..."

"It's really that simple?" Could it be that he didn't believe it.

"And..." Lennon replied weakly, "I told the boss, you will pay for the nineteen bottles of champagne..."

"Oh my god, nineteen bottles, my poor Euro! I'll strangle you!" Mo Fei yelled strangely, turned over and threw Lennon to the ground, strangled Lennon by the neck and shook vigorously.

"I was wrong, don't shake it, I'm going to vomit..." Lennon was so dizzy by Mo Fei's shaking, he begged for mercy helplessly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the funny performance of these two live treasures, the surrounding Tottenham players couldn't help laughing out loud. The clear and youthful voice was like a beautiful jumping note, flying far into the blue sky...

"However, how can we train like this?"

Looking at his teammates lying on the lawn, Mo Fei asked suspiciously.Everyone played too much, everyone's body was wet, and they looked in ragged clothes.If he participated in the team's training with this "glory", Redknapp would definitely be so angry.

"The training has been postponed, we have enough time to go to the locker room to change." Modric said with a smile.

"What's going on?" Mo Fei asked suspiciously.He has been in London for almost two months, and this is the first time he has encountered the postponement of training time, so he immediately became curious.

"Ha, speaking of it, we are still in your favor, otherwise we wouldn't be lazy." Van der Vaart said jokingly, and other teammates around him also echoed.

Could it be that some Zhang Er monks were puzzled, and the doubts in their eyes became more intense.Just when he was about to ask, the assistant coach Kevin walked up to him. Seeing his distressed appearance, he first frowned, and then said softly: "Mo, go to the locker room to clean up, and then follow me. Go to the venue."

"Venue?" Could it be that he didn't quite understand what the other party meant, and asked, "What venue?"

"Reporters from all over the world are waiting for you, and they want to pay their respects to the most outstanding young football player in the world today." Kevin smiled proudly.He explained, "Too many reporters came, so the club temporarily prepared a press conference. Ha, the European Golden Boy was born in our Tottenham Hotspur. This is an unprecedented honor. Mo, good job."

Mo Fei suddenly realized that it was because of his new "European Golden Boy" that the team's training was postponed, and then he went to hold a press conference.But think about it, although this "Golden Boy Award" is not the same as the European Ballon d'Or and the World Footballer, but those who can win this honor are all outstanding young people, and the road to superstars in the future is also clearly foreseeable .

Mo Fei nodded, greeted him, bid farewell to his teammates temporarily, and quickly returned to the locker room to pack up.

At this moment, Tottenham coach Redknapp is sitting on the rostrum of a spacious hall. This is the scene of this press conference. He roughly estimated that there are at least seventy or eighty media reporters from all over the world. Home.Due to the large number of people, Tottenham's commonly used press conference room could not accommodate them at all, so Redknapp decided to temporarily arrange the conference room where the players usually give tactical lessons, so as to be able to accommodate so many people.

Although it was only temporarily requisitioned, the venue was obviously carefully arranged by the staff of the Tottenham club. The words "European Golden Boy Press Conference" were written in English on the wall behind Redknapp. Made up of Mo Fei's posters, Mo Fei, wearing Tottenham's white jersey, poses in various high-spirited shapes, showing the heroic demeanor of the "Youth Mr. Footballer".

The surroundings of the venue were also made up of colorful flags and colorful confetti, which looked beaming. It didn't look like a rigorous press conference, but it was a bit of the lively atmosphere of Chinese New Year.While the audience was already full of bustling sports media workers, each speaking different languages ​​and whispering to their companions, but looking at the entrance of the venue from time to time, eagerly looking forward to the figure worthy of their waiting Appear.

(End of this chapter)