NABC Chapter 337
Chapter 337
The old Porsche still lasted until the last moment, as the second largest city in Colombia, Medellin, although it was night, but it was difficult to hide the bustling scenery of the city.
Men and women walked around on both sides of the street, and the night was a little cold, and people didn't care.
"Hey, your car is super cool!" When Chen Huan drove by in his old sports car, many people waved at him and shouted this loudly.
Chen Huan parked her car in front of a restaurant, a Spanish-style restaurant.
"I really can't drive," Chen Huan unfastened his seat belt, "Maybe this classic car is stronger than we thought."
Timothy laughed and jumped down from the co-pilot, "Now do you understand why I drive you to the training base every day?"
Chen Huan nodded thoughtfully.
As the two pushed the door and walked into the restaurant, which seemed to be doing very well, a waiter came up to greet them.
Chen Huan was stunned for a second, he couldn't understand the other party's words.
Timothy smiled in response to the waiter's greeting, tilted his head and said in English, "Spanish is spoken here."
"I almost forgot..." Chen Huan patted his forehead.
The waiter led the two to a seat near the window, allowing them to enjoy McGlen's night through the huge floor-to-ceiling window during their meal.
Naturally, Timothy, who is familiar with many foreign languages, is also in charge of the order.
"Maybe I should have learned Spanish in advance."
"Why?"
Chen Huan did not say his messy thoughts, shook his head with a smile and did not answer.
Since the end of the league match with the national team, his originally intensive schedule suddenly turned into a blank rest day, Chen Huan certainly enjoyed all this, but he also felt a little lost.
The waiter chose a good location for them, where they could admire the mountain scenery a little farther away, and today the moonlight suppressed the starlight, and the night was a little brighter than usual.
The Spanish special food was served, Chen Huan and Timothy looked at each other, and then began to concentrate on eating, they were really hungry.
After dinner, the waiter told the two that they could go to the terrace in the backyard to watch the moon and drink beer, and the two bored people immediately accepted the request and went to the terrace hand in hand.
There were already quite a few people here, and Chen Huan noticed a few Asian faces.
"Brother Huan?" A man with short hair saw him, and leaned over in surprise and joy, "I should not be mistaken, you are our international footballer..."
Chen Huan was also surprised, he had long been accustomed to being recognized by fans in daily life, but he didn't expect to encounter it on vacation in a foreign country.
"Yes, it's me."
"Can we take a picture together or something?" I like you very much, both at the club and in the national team.
"Of course you can, come on." Chen Huan smiled and invited the fans to his side, and then the tool man Miss Timothy held up the fans' mobile phones to take a photo.
The evening breeze is gentle, and the people on the terrace gradually disperse.
When Chen Huan and Timothy were also about to leave, someone stopped them with a smile, "Do you want to make a bet, the bet is... A bottle of beer. The person who stopped them was the pianist who was playing the piano on the first floor just now, and Chen Huan noticed him just now. He seems to have been playing a little game of guessing photos with people, and during the time that Chen Huan has been paying attention to him, he has given away a lot of beer, and the other party's questions should not be very difficult.
"Of course, just ask." Chen Huan agreed with a smile.
The pianist put down the wine bottle and took out a black-and-white photo of a little boy from the pocket of his tunic, "Guess who the person in the picture is, the most famous person in Argentina, for the sake of foreigners, young man, you have three chances."
Chen Huan looked at the photo seriously for a while, but he couldn't tell who it was at all.
"Maradona?" Chen Huan decided to use three opportunities to try again and again, as a person who did not know Nan. People who are beautiful and Argentine, generally the Argentine characters he knows are extremely famous in the world.
"Maradona is a famous man, but not him." The pianist shook his head gently.
"Messi." Chen Huan didn't hesitate, "This time should always be right, right?" "
Hahaha." The pianist smiled softly and shook his head again, "It's still not right, it's the most famous person, don't limit him to a certain field."
Timothy's eyes lit up slightly, and she reached out and tugged on Chen Huan's sleeve, giving Chen Huan a look.
Chen Huan followed his girlfriend's gaze and looked at the continuous houses.
"Could it be... Che Guevara? Chen Huan was not sure.
"Wrong, wrong." The pianist waved his hand gently.
Timothy finally couldn't help it, "It's Pope Francis, right?" "
It seems that your girlfriend is smarter than you," the pianist said, pulling a bottle of beer from the beer crate beside him and handing it over.
Chen Huan finally reacted after hearing his girlfriend's words for about half a second, "She guessed correctly, not me, sir, you can also take a bottle of beer, I invite you."
The pianist smiled and picked up a bottle of beer, then carefully put the photo away.
"Sir, are you playing football?" The pianist opened the cap and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.
"Yes."
The pianist nodded, "Are you a famous player?" Just now I noticed that some people were secretly looking at you, with kind eyes. "
It should... It's pretty famous. Chen Huan smiled and said, "Do you watch the ball? The
pianist shook his head gently.
Chen Huan and he did not continue to chat, Chen Huan and Timothy drank the last bit of beer and left.
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Netherlands.
"Detailed scouting reports from Martial with Depay, Edinson Cavani and Roberto Firmino?" Davis looked uncertainly at Van Gaal's list of players he desperately needed to know.
"Yes, we need one or even two good centers." Van Gaal put down the papers in his hand and said patiently, "And this center must also have excellent auxiliary ability, he can be used as a fulcrum in the front court, like a bridgehead on the battlefield." The center in our squad is not enough to accomplish such a thing.
"But will there be too many centers in the roster? If we do bring in two centers, we have four full-time centers. "No
," Van Gaal said firmly, "we need talented centre-forwards and Van Persie in our squad can't do that, so I need people who can do it, which is the most important part of my new tactics this season." "