Football: Signing in at the beginning is a reactionary kick and a quick shot

Chapter 342

Buenos Aires, this south. One of the most beautiful cities in the United States.

In the early morning, Chen Huan was running along an alley in the city, when it was the beginning of the day, and hardworking people had already appeared on the street.

"Hi, Chen!"

From time to time, there were enthusiastic people in the alley who greeted Chen Huan, and the show that Chen Huan participated in was broadcast because of the beauty. With the blessing of the Continental Cup and Maradona, the ratings of the program are naturally very good, and the audience, in addition to being dissatisfied with Chen Huan's failure to put Argentina in the championship position, has a surprisingly good impression of this young man with eastern faces. As a result, Chen Huan also rose in popularity in Argentina.

So on Chen Huan's recent morning run, many people already recognized him and greeted him.

The owner of the fruit shop, an Argentinian with a big belly and a curly beard, was jogging past the stall as Chen Huan pushed open the plastic visor.

"Chen," the boss shouted, "Argentina will be the champion!"

Chen Huan continued to run, just waving his arm back as a greeting.

"Sir!" Behind Chen Huan, the bodyguard he hired suddenly accelerated to catch up, and the bodyguard still held the phone in his hand, "Sir, there is your phone."

Chen Huan took the phone breathlessly, but with only one glance at the caller ID, he felt that his blood that had become hot due to exercise was half cold.

"Old Dutch man."

This is Chen Huan's holiday note to his head coach Van Gaal, and the reason why it is a holiday note is because after the holiday, Chen Huan wants to change this note back, after all, if others see it one day, it will not be good.

"It won't be here to ask Xingshi about sin, right?" Chen Huan said with a flick of his finger on the green call button and connected the call.

"Dear Mr. Coach, I extend my deepest respect to you."

"You're a little noisy over there, what are you doing?" Van Gaal asked.

"I'm running in the morning."

"I'll call you when you're done?"

"No, no need, I..." Chen Huan strolled left and right, and then sat on the steps of a shop that had not yet opened, "Okay, does Mr. Coach have any point?"

"I heard you don't like Martial?"

"No, it's not." Chen Huan hurriedly explained: "I don't know this name. I don't think he's a good fit for us. Of course, this is just a comment that I think Mr. Davis reacted to, and you can completely ignore it. "

The core players of the team have an opinion about the players that the team intends to buy, and I don't want to keep pushing on that." But Anthony Martial is an important piece in my tactical planning for next season. Van Gaal fell silent after speaking.

"I will fully respect your opinion." Chen Huan said, "Actually, I already regret reacting to Mr. Davis a little, and my behavior seems to have exceeded the duty of a player."

Van Gaal was silent for a while and then said, "I booked a plane for the afternoon, maybe tomorrow at noon or afternoon I will go to Argentina, then we will meet and talk in detail." "

Huh?!"

In Chen Huan's heart, another little devil suddenly jumped out and began to yell at this while destroying it.

"Why is it that during the holiday, the teacher will still come to the door, why! Why! The little devil kicked the ball away and roared with collapse.

"Is there a problem?" Van Gaal asked.

"No, sir."

Chen Huan did not hear Van Gaal's continued words, because a blind sound came from the mobile phone receiver.

"I don't know, I thought I was back in high school..." Chen Huan sighed softly, handed the mobile phone to the bodyguard, and he had no intention of continuing his morning jog, returning to the rented house the same way.

"Chen, this morning practice ended so quickly." When passing by the fruit store, the owner said with a smile.

Chen Huan nodded slightly, not very interested.

"I don't know what happened, but you don't seem very happy." The boss stopped Chen Huan and packed a few fruits in a plastic bag to give to Chen Huan, "Please accept it."

Chen Huan was a little stunned, and he quickly turned around and asked the bodyguard for money.

"No need to give me money, this is what I asked you." The owner of the fruit shop smiled and said: "And we lack everything here, that is, there is no shortage of fruits, take it."

"That... Thanks. Chen Huan no longer pushed back and nodded gently.

At this time, the teenage son of the fruit shop owner suddenly kicked out a leather ball indiscriminately, and when he saw that he was about to smash into the fruit stall, Chen Huan raised his foot to stop the ball steadily, and then picked up the ball with a gentle force on the surface of his foot.

"That's awesome!" The little boy saw this scene after rushing out.

Chen Huan was troubled in his heart, and just took this opportunity to turn his emotions, and he waited for the ball to fall in front of him before using his knee to lift the ball again.

He stood on tiptoe, rested the ball firmly on his forehead, stepped forward and backward, and the football was as if glued to his forehead, not moving.

There are more and more onlookers to the south. Midea has a large fan base, and many people recognize Chen Huan at a glance.

In the crowd, Chen Huan made one fancy ball control action after another, which caused countless applause from the surrounding onlookers.

This even caused a small traffic jam, and it was Chen Huan's bodyguards who finally solved all this. This beauty by Mr. Mendes specially for Chen Huan. Continent Star hired from North. American former servicemen from the crowd. dragged Chen Huan out.

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Law. Country, the city of Marcy.

Anthony received a call from his agent, Cedar, at home.

On the other end of the phone, Cidda's voice could not hide the excitement, but his language logic was still clear, "I think if you want, you will really represent Manchester United in the Premier League and Champions League next season." "

Why do you say that?" Martial asked.

"Because just now, I had an online meeting with Manchester United's transfer consultant and they formally asked me if Mr. Martial was interested in moving to Manchester United."

Martial felt his heartbeat sharply speed up a few beats, but this feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared immediately.

"How did you answer him?"

I said: Yes. As long as the salary is reasonable and the playing time is guaranteed, we are willing to move from Monaco to Manchester United. "

Martial felt a hint of unrealism, although he had discussed Manchester United with friends a few days ago, but at that time they had only just been in contact with Manchester United, but this level of contact is very common, and most of the time it does not involve transfers.

But now, Manchester United have taken a big step forward.

Generally speaking, the first step for a big team to buy a player is this, first ask the player if he wants to go.