Two Hundred and Fourteenth Zidane Vs. Mourinho

The Posillipo area of ​​Naples, commonly known as the Bay Area.

The sea breeze flapped the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom, and Sanchez awoke from his bed in the bedroom at home. . .

At the Christmas dinner last night, he had a drink, came back late, and forgot to close the sliding door to the balcony.

After getting out of bed and putting on a coat, he walked out of the bedroom and came to the balcony, where the blue sea was in the distance.

The sea in Naples is as blue as the sea in northern Chile, except that there are no freighters sailing by here from time to time, and there are more silhouettes of mountains and mountains on distant islands.

Before he knew it, he had lived here for almost half a year and got used to it.

Even, sometimes, he has blurred the scene when he lived in Chile.

The only thing I still remember is to remind myself that I can't go back to the past anyway.

This is what motivates him to work hard on the court!

...

When he first came to Naples to rent a house, he immediately fell in love with this three-story detached house near the sea and halfway up the mountain.

The house is a bit old, and the decoration is not particularly high-end, but it is clean, tidy and comfortable, and you can see the sea as soon as you go out, just like when you were in your hometown.

His mother, family and stepfather love it, and they live on the second floor, leaving the third to him.

The younger brothers and sisters are all studying in nearby schools, which is also arranged by the club.

Sanchez still remembers that when the family came to Naples, Gao Shen visited him and told him that no matter what, the younger brothers and sisters must continue to study, so that there will be a way out in the future.

Both Sanchez and his mother agreed with the head coach, even though the younger siblings were reluctant, they were still allowed to enroll.

He hoped that they would be able to go to university in the future, find a decent job, gain a firm foothold in Italy and Europe, and not have to go back to Chile.

Of course, he felt that if he saved up for a few more years and had money, he could live comfortably when he returned to Chile.

There is a huge gap between rich and poor.

Teammate Vidal has a very clear plan. He said that after he earned money playing football in Europe, he will go back to Chile to buy a large farm and hire a lot of workers to work for him. After retiring, he will concentrate on being his farmer. .

Sanchez thought it was a good idea, but he still hadn't figured out how to be a qualified farmer.

...

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went down to the second floor, and before I got out of the stairs, I heard my younger brothers and sisters arguing.

The school was on vacation, and the group of little guys were all at home, currently working on the game console he brought back last night.

When it comes to reading, they are all far behind, but when it comes to playing, these guys are all geniuses, they don’t need to be taught, they can figure it out on their own, how to wire, how to debug, they can study better than you proficient.

Sanchez saw that they were so active, so he didn't go to join in the fun.

When I went down to the first floor, I saw my mother and stepfather standing at the door of the house, chatting.

"What's the matter?" Sanchez walked over curiously and asked.

He noticed that there was a very special gift box on the table in front of his mother.

"You're awake." My mother turned around when she heard the voice, and said in surprise, "Your head coach is here."

"Really?" Sanchez was very surprised, looking around, but where could he see anyone?

"Let's go again." Mother said hastily.

Sanchez frowned, "Why didn't you call me?"

"He didn't let it go. He said he had nothing to do, so he came here to give gifts."

As they said that, mother and stepfather gave way, and happened to see the particularly prosperous gift with a striking Chinese knot on it,

But the Sanchez family didn't know each other, but they always thought it was a particularly good meaning.

"He said, this is their Chinese rule. They always visit during the New Year and give a gift. He was afraid that Christmas would disturb us, so he sent it in advance today. I opened it and looked. It was tea and porcelain tea sets. and a bottle of wine."

Sanchez stepped forward and gently touched the outer packaging of the gift box, feeling warm in his heart.

Last night, he didn't hear that the head coach would pay a visit.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, found Gao Shen's number, and called.

"Hello, are you awake?" As soon as the call was connected, a deep and hearty laughter came from the other side.

"Just woke up, boss, why didn't you call me when you came?"

"It's fine."

"Where are you? I'll find you."

"It's out of downtown Naples, my God, Paul Cannavaro lives really far away." Gao Shen said with a wry smile.

Sanchez couldn't help laughing too.

The boss is going to visit the players one by one.

He remembered Gao Shen mentioned that it seems that in Chinese schools, teachers all do this, and they call it home visits.

...

When Sanchez called, Gao Shen had indeed left the city.

Needless to say, this is a huge project.

Last night's game console was arranged by Gao Shen, and the club paid for it. Today's game console is his own wish.

He entrusted Su Qing from China to help prepare the gift, and the price didn't matter, after all, it was a New Year's gift for his players, and it would be better if it had some Chinese characteristics.

The problem is, there is actually a bottle of Moutai inside.

This is unbearable.

Several times, Gao Shen was so impulsive that he wanted to take out the Moutai in the gift box and replace it with something else, and keep the Moutai for more than ten years, and then take it out later, it would definitely be a profit.

Su Qing doesn't understand the value of Moutai at all.

Is this gift box containing Moutai?

No, that's gold! It is the core technology in China!

In the end, Gao Shen held back and sent Moutai out.

But every time a bottle was given out, Gao Shen would secretly slander in his heart: What a prodigal bitch!

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Strictly speaking, this is the first Christmas that Gao Shen traveled through.

In his memory, last Christmas he lived alone in a rented house in Madrid.

There is really no way, because he was alone at the time.

Now, of course he isn't.

Many people invited him to spend Christmas with him.

For example, the Carlos invited him back to Madrid; Lucas also invited him to go home together; and Sanchez and other players who stayed in Naples, knowing that he alone invited him to go together.

Even Saki called him and asked if he wanted to spend Christmas with him.

But all of these were politely declined by Gao Shen.

On Christmas Day, he stayed home alone and played games.

World of Warcraft also has Christmas events. As soon as Zidane, the high-level little knight, went online, he saw that familiar figure waiting for him at the gate of the bank in Ironforge.

Mourinho.

No need to guess, this dark shadow priest is Su Qing.

"Why did you come in? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mourinho sent a private message.

Zidane replied: "Jet lag, I just woke up here."

"Hurry up, I'll take you to clean up your bloody equipment today. Your old equipment should have been replaced long ago. I've never seen you so salty. You're either fishing or cooking all day long." Mourinho complained .

Zidane sent a smiling face, boarded the plane directly in Ironforge, and flew to the South China Sea.

On the way, he sent another private message to Mourinho: "How much is your Cesc Fabregas?"

"Almost forty."

"..." Zidane was speechless.

Gao Shen began to reflect, was he too salty?

In fact, he had already played a round of World of Warcraft before, and playing again now, many things have changed.

This time I mainly play with Su Qing, the condition is that Gao Shen will name all of Su Qing's characters.

For example, her priest is called Mourinho, the mage is called Cesc Fabregas, and the druid is Van Nistelrooy. Gao Shen also has an elf druid named Adriano, and A warrior named Gianluca...

In his previous life, it was a great pleasure for him to play World of Warcraft to name a character a star.

The same is true now.

Although Su Qing was speechless, she still listened to him.

In World of Warcraft, Mourinho is much better than Zidane.

There is no way, I can't stand the many classmates.

At the beginning, Mourinho and Zidane slowly leveled up from the North County Abbey, and they depended on each other. Mourinho was in charge of hands-on, Zidane was in charge of brainless milk, and the flash of light seemed to be free of money.

But later, for some reason, his classmates found out, so Mourinho began to get on the happy upgrade train. Someone took him along the way, and the level was like taking off. After reaching the full level, he went all the way from Molten Core To the Black Wing Lair, there is no piece of top-quality equipment, and the whole process is dark priesthood.

Zidane couldn't hold back the group book. He was busy on weekdays, so he could only play online from time to time. Fortunately, he didn't care about his level. He went fishing, cooking and so on, and lived a happy life.

Mourinho asked him for an account several times, saying it was to help him upgrade, and then helped him download the team book, but Zidane refused.

As a last resort, Mourinho can only practice the mage's trumpet, that is, Cesc Fabregas, saying that it is faster for the mage to lead people to level up.

"I've researched the upgrade route. Don't go cooking and fishing today. Follow me all the way. After brushing up the bloody equipment, I'll take you to fight monsters and upgrade to do tasks. Be sure to raise your level quickly." Murray Neo ordered.

Zidane nodded solemnly, "I listen to you, special Mr. Mourinho."

So, on the same day, at the gate of the dark city of the tribe on a server in World of Warcraft, you can see a paladin named Zidane, riding a pony that doesn't cost money, running around the big city. On the road, the group of tribes with green faces and fangs were very curious. From time to time, some people ran over and grinned at him, looking like they wanted to eat people.

Zidane was very speechless. The other party couldn't understand what he said, so he could only pretend to be fierce with his actions, but he was caught by a shameless thief lurking in the dark.

No way, let's run to the corpse.

"I think Zidane, who is a dignified man, was bullied like this in World of Warcraft." Zidane complained.

Mourinho rode her little black horse, giggling all the way.

God knows, why didn't those tribes beat her?

"Mourinho, go back to Ironforge, I want to fight you!" Zidane wailed.

What made Zidane even more depressed was that this group of shameless people who bullied the trumpet still guarded his body...

Nima, I just want to get bloody, is it necessary for you to do this?

No way, drag the corpse.

In this way, Zidane kept running, kept dying, kept resurrecting...

After finally being dragged to the gate of the Scarlet Monastery, and getting rid of the abuse of the tribe's shameless queens, Zidane began to welcome the vicious and brutal NPCs.

Nima, I can't live through this day!

What an unforgettable Christmas!