Chapter 126 Mixed-race Rice Bucket Jiji

Lao Li turned around and looked around and found that Xiao Zhengtai was really standing alone in front of him. He was surprised. Was this fifteen or sixteen-year-old pink little guy actually a "blue J" who worshipped the enemy?

"Xiaozheng... Dude, do you know who I am?" Lao Li tried his best to pretend to be pure, with a smile on his face like a strange man who abducted Zhengtai.

"You are Mr. Rice Bucket, the head coach of Real Madrid, and I also know that you are the first Chinese coach to coach abroad," in the face of Lao Li's slightly flirting question, Xiao Zhengtai was unambiguous and proudly raised his head: "Because I am also Chinese!"

Er, Lao Li took a closer look and found that there was really a little yellow look between the little guy's eyebrows, but the black hair, like many foreign children, hung down softly and covered his ears. It was this very westernized hairstyle that deceived Li Tongfan's first impression, but it was pure. Chinese people are not very accurate. Xiao Zhengtai should be a product of a combination of Chinese and Western - mixed blood!

Hey hey, it's actually a "mixed-race rice bucket". In this case, Lao Li rudely took the paper and pen in the little guy's hand and signed his name.

Who knew that the little guy looked at Lao Li's signature and frowned and was not satisfied: "Mr. Rice Bucket, can you leave your contact information... If it really doesn't work, the email is also good. I'm your crazy admirer..."

Children's words are the most true!

Lao Li, who was greatly admired for his vanity, did not hesitate to leave his email address. As a high-quality idol of the new generation, Li Tongfan once again showed a pure smile to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Hey, Gigi, come and work quickly. We're going to be scolded!" A foreign kid greeted loudly in the distance.

"I know," the little guy turned his head and answered, carefully put the notebook with Lao Li's signature and contact information in the big pocket behind his buttocks, turned around and ran two steps, and then turned back and said to Lao Li, "My name is Ji Ji, Mr. Rice Bucket!"

Watching Gigi run to the other side of the court to pick up the ball with a few little ghosts, Lao Li found that the "mixed-race rice bucket" turned out to be a caddie at Stamford Bridge.

This scene is just a small episode. Lao Li blew cold air under the night sky of the court, which was a little cold. He turned around and walked to the locker room! When the hammers finished bathing, the team will have to return to the hotel to rest. The schedule at the end of November is tight. Three days later, Real Madrid will be greeted by the derby of the Madrid region.

When he came to the door of the locker room, Li Tongfan was surprised to find that there was no sound inside. What's going on? Have the hammers left early? It's really unbearable for uncles and aunts, so unorganized and undisciplined!

Who knows that as soon as the door was opened, a golden ** sprayed on the face, and the strong fragrance of wine suddenly filled the locker room. A huge cheers erupted out. Lao Li wiped a few times on his face. Through the blur, he saw the golden wolf Guti holding the champagne bottle in his hands to himself, and the other hammers patted on the side. Bad hands laugh... Damn it, I was sneaked up!

Lao Li immediately grabbed the champagne bottle from Guti's hand with lightning speed, shook it a few times, and launched an indiscriminate all-round covering fire attack. There was a shout of exclamation from Real Madrid's locker room!

Chelsea players packed up and walked by, looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. There was nothing they could do. Celebrating is the privilege of the winner!

... Although it was a meaningless group match of the UEFA Champions League, the magical victory made everyone extremely excited. After returning to the hotel, Li Tongfan finally used the authority of the head coach to suppress the celebration of the hammers and force the overenergy players to go back to their rooms to rest!

The itinerary has been arranged. At eight o'clock tomorrow, everyone will fly back to Madrid, Spain, to prepare for the upcoming away game of Atletico Madrid. The opponent is the century-old enemy of Real Madrid. In a sense, this game is the most important match for Real Madrid in November!

As the head coach, Lao Li shamelessly enjoyed the privilege of living in a single room. After taking a shower, he was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knock on the door! Li Tongfan looked up at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Damn it, did that immoral thing bother me to sleep so late? They have to go to work tomorrow!

Open the door, it's a very handsome hotel waiter!

"Hello, is this Mr. Rice Bucket?"

"Huh?" Lao Li nodded. Is it possible that even the waiter in the hotel is a "rice bucket"? Is it true that labor is so charming now that fans have spread all over Europe and abroad?

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest. There is a very important guest who wants to see you. Please be sure to come over!" The waiter spoke sincerely, with a trace of panic on his face!

Lao Li understands that such a five-star hotel system is strict, and it is absolutely unforgivable to knock on the door without guests, but why did this waiter come resolutely? There are only two explanations: either this guy didn't want to do it and deliberately waited for himself to sue at the front desk, or he received a tip for the so-called "important guest"! Judging from the waiter's expression, it should be the latter.

Lao Li's principle has always been convenient for others. It's not easy for a small waiter to earn some extra money. It's too immoral to sue for such an hour. Besides, Lao Li also wants to know who this guest who wants to see him is. It seems that he has no relatives and classmates in England?

"Take the way!"

The waiter sang loudly and was secretly glad that the crazy coach in the media was easy to talk, otherwise the hard-won job would have been lost. God bless the kind-hearted madman Li Baizhan!

The place I'm going to is very close to Lao Li's room. It's just around the corner of several corridors. It's an ordinary guest room. Lao Li looked up at the house number: 2014!

Dong Dong!

The waiter knocked on the door, sideways signaled that Lao Li could go in, and turned around and left by himself! In the door stood a middle-aged foreign uncle in a suit, holding the armrest in his hand and nodding to Lao Li to come in.

Ah? Uncle, is there any mistake? I don't know you. So I'm going in?

At this moment, a clear magnetic baritone came from it: "Oh, dear Mr. Rice Bucket, I'm glad you can come over. I think we will have a pleasant conversation!"

It turned out that this person at the door was not the master. Li Tongfan nodded to the foreigner at the door and walked into the room! Waiting to see that the waiter just wanted to see his "important guest", no matter how nervous Lao Li was, he couldn't help but be a little stunned. How could it be this master?

It's not just an important guest, it's simply an important guest!

A foreign man who looks very ordinary, with a short yellow beard on his face is a little thick and not tall. He is so ordinary that if he is put in the crowd of people, no one will look at him more. But this man in his forties who smiles is even a little shy is almost well known to women and children in the British Isles because of football. Step by step!

Roman Abramovich!!

The boss of Chelsea of the Blues!

The owner of Stamford Bridge!

Russia's richest man!

The 15th capital giant in the Forbes World Rankings!!!

Lao Li complained bitterly. The first reaction was to recall whether he had been seen when he had just come. The dead Russians played this game and completely set up a circle to let himself jump. Fortunately, a few hours ago, he vowed to more than a hundred reporters and mad uncles that he would not coach. Ersi, if this scene is seen by the paparazzi, it will be yellow mud in the crotch - it's not shit, it's shit!

"Mr. Rice Bucket, please sit down!" Abu estimated that he had been in England for a long time, and his every move was elegant. He couldn't see that this man like the uncle next door was actually a black-hearted businessman who made a fortune by smuggling and selling oil!

Up to now, it's too late for Lao Li to choose, so he has to sit down and see where the uncle next door wants to play! Someone around me immediately served rich coffee, which was Lao Li's favorite Blue Mountain bitter coffee. It seems that Abu really took a lot of pains to meet today!

Does the uncle next door really want to coach Chelsea? Just because you defeated Mu Kuangren twice in a row? Changing the coach is like changing the knife. Although you have money, you can play as much as you want, but this is too tricky, isn't it?

"Li, I'm sorry to bother you so late. You Chinese have a word called straight to the point. Frankly speaking, I appreciate your coaching style very much. Jose can't make the team go further, but you can do it. That's why I'm looking for you."

The fallacy of the uncle next door made Lao Li smile, but it did not touch the muffled heart of the madman. He already has a foundation in Real Madrid, and there is no need to go to London to start a new stove. Of course, more importantly, whether the FM2007 system will "compromise" to change a team!

But the uncle next door seemed to be very patient and seduced Lao Li: "You are a magical coach, but only in the Premier League and Chelsea can you get all the rights you can get as a head coach, not just a club that arranges tactical training like in Spain. Employees..."

Obviously, the uncle next door was a good negotiator who caught the essence of the problem.

Indeed, for football coaches, the Premier League is heaven. Only in this league can the head coach truly become the BOSS, the real manager of the club, and have the opportunity to buy and sell players and build teams according to his own ideas and blueprints!

(to be continued)