Chapter 37 Rebeto (Recommended Ticket Collection)

After the game, the players washed up in the locker room and went home.

As for going back to the hotel to rest and pick up the bus, it doesn’t exist at home. Doesn’t it cost money to stay in the hotel? Gasoline free?

Fortunately, the Ibiza players didn't want to take advantage of the club, they all own cars.

"White, would you like to take my car back, I bought it a few days ago." D'Agostino chewed gum, leaned in front of the car, and extended an invitation.

"Take my car."

"White, my car," Fabianski yelled. "Today I have a treat."

Jerrysman White Clement felt himself surrounded by thick warmth.

He knows that his teammates will express their gratitude and congratulations in this way, congratulations and thanks for his two goals today to help the team win.

"Whose car should I take?" Clement was a little worried, he had difficulty choosing.

ba ba ~

Fang Jue poked his head out of the car window and shouted angrily, "Fuck off, those who didn't know thought you were driving a Ferrari."

Then he called to Clement, "Come up, I'll see you off."

All the players laughed and left happily on their bicycles.

"Where's your car?" Fang Jue asked.

"The tire was punctured." Clement said depressingly.

"what happened?"

"Uh, they..." Clement hesitated, "After I scored that own goal half a month ago, the tires didn't get better."

puff.

Fang Jue almost laughed.

"Don't worry, there won't be troublemakers poking your tires in the future."

"I hope." Clement said with a smile. After thinking about it, he finally asked, "By the way, coach, how did you see that I have the potential and talent to score goals?"

When he was on the court, he still needed self-suggestion to cheer himself up. However, after scoring these two goals, Clement was full of confidence and believed in the coach's words.

"Just because I am the youngest professional coach in UEFA." Fang Jue said lightly.

Clement was in awe.

...

Clement's home is on Nevada Avenue, and many of the people who live on this street are the island's original fishermen and their descendants.

"Thank you for taking me home, coach." Clement said goodbye to the coach.

"Work hard, White." Fang Jue waved his hand, "You will be proud of your current choices and efforts."

Clement nodded gratefully and waved goodbye to the coach.

"Baby, I'm back." Clement pushed open the courtyard door and shouted.

"Daddy, thank you for your gift." A blond little loli rode a baby carriage and greeted her cheerfully.

"Baby, muwa." Clement picked up his daughter, kissed her, and looked down at the baby carriage under his feet.

"Daddy, here..."

Clement took it, and it was a letter.

"Mr. Clement, I am the guy who insists on puncturing your tires every day these days, please forgive my recklessness and stupid behavior... I was going to buy a new bicycle to compensate you, but I have nothing Money... hope this little gift can make up for my mistake."

Clement's eyes were a little sore, he rubbed them.

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

"No."

"Nonsense, just crying."

"Honey, do you remember what the guy who brought the gift looked like?" Clement asked.

"Lilyka was playing a camera game, and I took a picture of it."

"Great!" Clement was excited:

God, earth, I finally caught this bastard, and I made him look like a fool, riding a bicycle to the training base every day, and returning with the bicycle on his back.

...

Fang Jue returned to the dormitory.

He threw himself directly on the sofa, rolled to the left, rolled to the right, and fell to the ground.

Hey hey.

He didn't pay attention to it at all, Fang Jue only cared about being silly.

It's amazing.

One day ago, he was just a traditional Chinese art disseminator, a computer network worker, a natural vegetation intensive worker, and a non-professional in water conservancy dredging. Now, he is a coach, standing on the sidelines , Sitting on the coaching bench, directing with determination, and scolding Fang Qiu is a cool and handsome coach, and he even won a 2-0 victory in the first game of his coaching career.

It was simply a dreamlike experience.

Only this time, Fang Jue felt that he was obsessed with the job of coaching, and he liked that feeling.

When Clement scored a goal, at the end of the game, when he politely and reservedly extended his right hand to the opposing coach, his inner excitement was beyond words.

I feel so refreshed.

Fang Jue decided to give the guy who wanted to treat him to dinner a chance.

"Hey, Reberto, didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner last year?"

...

"I really doubt that I know a fake Chinese." Leiberto picked up a piece of eel meat, shaking his head and said, "Don't you know what polite words are? And, that's what I said last year."

"The biggest thing about me is that I am simple and trustworthy." Fang Jue broke open the crab legs and ate happily. "Besides, you, a Spaniard, are always being polite all day long. Is this appropriate?"

As he spoke, he took a sip of dark beer and burped, "Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"I'll come back to see Sophie." Leiberto looked up into the distance, the night was black and the ocean was calm, but behind this calm was a black storm that would suddenly erupt.

Fang Jue didn't say any words of relief, but just patted Leiberto's shoulder.

Sophie was Leiberto's lover. She died of drowning a year ago. It can be said that there were no bones left. At that time, the two were inseparable. Leiberto would take Sophie with him wherever he went. After this incident, Leiberto left This sadly.

"It's my responsibility." Leiberto looked at the dark sea, sad, "I should have checked in advance."

Fang Jue didn't speak. At this moment, all Leiberto needs is a listener.

When Leiberto finished drinking the glass of wine and was about to refill, Fang Jue got up and took the glass away.

"Enough!" Fang Jue couldn't take it anymore, "Didn't you buy another one later? What? It leaked again?"

"No, this one is very durable." Leiberto shook his head, "It's just that I will still miss Sophie."

Get off meow balls!

Fang Jue was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He suspected that if he had been in touch with this guy for a long time, he would become out of tune.

"When did you become a reporter?" Fang Jue asked, and he decided to change the subject.

"How?" Leiberto stood up, opened his arms, and stretched out his hand, as if to catch the sea breeze, then turned his head to look at Fang Jue, winking, "Today we cooperate tacitly! I didn't expect that we haven't been together for a year, and we are still like this." There is a tacit understanding."

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