Perhaps God wants to play with the Dutch again. When the proud Van Basten led the team from Madrid to Amsterdam, the chief team doctor Pim Van Donald told him a bad news:

"The dragon's calf has very minor signs of bone cracks, and it is expected to take at least 30 days to recover..."

Van Basten didn't react for a long time.

It took a long time before he turned around in a daze, his eyes looking out of focus: "Pim, are you kidding?"

"I'm helpless, Marco," the old team doctor looked bitter. "I suspect it was caused by that sudden emergency stop in the game, and he played the entire game in a high-intensity confrontation, which caused the injury. Although it was very mild, with the dragon's age and physical fitness, you'd better prepare for him to miss 6 to 8 weeks..."

"8 weeks?! This was a whole two months! The season was almost over at that time!"

Van Basten went crazy, and he couldn't help but pull a handful of hair off his forehead.

Then he started counting his hair:

One can recover in advance; two can not recover in time; three can recover; four can not; five can…

The sea breeze in Amsterdam suddenly blew, blowing away all the golden hair in his hand.

The white swan is almost crazy!

Ah, damn thief!

What kind of hatred do you and me, Marco Van Basten?!

Do you have to play with me like this?

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At this moment, Long Shute was stunned when he was watching his right leg with a cast.

This is his first injury since he became a professional player, but it is far from the first time he has been injured.

As early as Chelsea, he had sprained his ankle and recovered for half a month; at the Ajax youth training camp, he had to recuperate temporarily due to thigh strain. As for minor injuries such as scratches and falls, it is even more common for professional players.

But he has never been told by those doctors that in the next two months... he will not be able to participate in training or competitions!

Even in the first week, he couldn't even take care of his own daily life! He even had to walk with a cane!

What should I do?

Do you have to call others to help yourself in the toilet every night?

He was thinking about it, and the driving assistant coach Borgkamp stopped the car: "Here."

"Uh...thank you, Dennis (it's not illegal to call the coach's name privately)." Long Shute opened the car door and stretched out the crutch first.

But when he looked up, he didn't move for a long time.

Borgkamp walked around from the other side and opened the door completely for him: "You are just a very slight fracture. Are you still waiting for me to carry you?"

"Oh no," Long Shute came out with some difficulty, and then he looked at the strange villa in front of him, "This is not my apartment..."

"Nonsense, this is mine." Borgkamp rolled his eyes and took out the key from his pocket. "You are not convenient for moving now, so you will live in my house for the time being."

"This...is not very good, it will disturb your family..."

No matter which country you are in, people there may be very enthusiastic, but they rarely invite you to live in their homes without saying a word, because this involves personal privacy and living habits.

"My family lives in London now and will not come to Amsterdam until the summer." Borgkamp opened the door. "And, the club is already looking for a new place for you, and you won't bother me for too long."

"Okay..." Long Shu nodded and walked in with him.

Perhaps because of his life alone, Prince Bing’s home is a little messy, but due to Long Shute’s current physical condition, even if he wants to help clean, he is powerless, so he can only be a guest obediently.

His eyes were circling around the room, and in a family photo, he saw the Borgkamp family.

"Hey, your wife is very beautiful..." He couldn't help but praise.

"That's right, I, Dennis Bergkamp, ​​is also a famous Dutch male god. How could my wife be bad?" Prince Ice boasted without blushing.

Long Shute glanced at his growing hairline and smiled.

"Hey, three girls and one son, this is a standard extra-birth household... Hey?" He was stunned for a moment, and then gave Borgkamp a flattering smile, "My father-in-law, what's my wife's name?"

In the photo, Borgkamp's eldest daughter completely inherited the excellent genes of both parents. Her facial features are delicate, her long golden hair shines with a faint light like a waterfall, and her blue pupils are particularly clear. Although she looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, her body curves can no longer be blocked.

Fortunately, Long Shute is not a fool. He said the question in Northeastern dialect, otherwise Borgkamp would probably kick him out with one kick...

So, a bachelor and a pseudo-bachelor began to live in boredom...

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"I won't play anymore..."

Borgkamp threw away the gamepad, but he was dissatisfied: "You are taking advantage of the game's loopholes! This one is almost unsolvable when crossing the bottom! One hit is accurate!"

"You didn't say you were not sure to cross it from the bottom!" Long Shute shrugged and threw his handle on the sofa.

During this week, he followed the doctor's advice and would not even step over the door of the room every day. His biggest exercise was to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then squat down with all his might...

In order to pass the boring time, he and Borgkamp started playing football games, and then, since he was 15 years old, Long Shute, who had started playing fifa in the handheld console, killed the Ice Prince who had basically never touched the game console without any effort...

Borgkamp looked at the watch and cut the signal source back to the TV: "It seems like there is a lottery today..."

"Draw lots?" Long Shute did not react for a moment.

The sound on the TV instead of Borgkamp answered him:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Nyon, Switzerland, the headquarters of UEFA. The draw ceremony for the 2009-10 Champions League quarter-finals..."

The famous big bald head, UEFA Secretary-General Infantino walked to the curtain with a smile on his face and began to introduce to the audience:

"In the quarterfinals, many exciting games were born, including exciting goal battles, and unexpected dark horses defeated the powerful..."

Along with the large screen, the results of the matchups of each group are also revealed one after another.

Manchester United beat AC Milan 7-2, Arsenal swept Porto 6-2, Barcelona defeated Stuttgart 5-1, Inter Milan defeated Chelsea 3-1, Bordeaux also defeated Olympiacos 3-1, CSKA Moscow defeated Sevilla 3-2, Bayern Munich narrowly defeated Lyon 4-4 with the away goal advantage...

If it were said that except for Bayern's victory, the results of other games would not be surprising, so the "dark horse" mentioned by Infantino was naturally a 4-1 victory over Real Madrid's Ajax.

Special guest, ambassador of this event, manager of Real Madrid's public relations department, and Spanish celebrity Emilio Butragno took the stage. In front of him were two glass pools with four balls each.

"Is this Real Madrid's person?" Long Shute immediately became worried when he heard the commentator's introduction, "We just eliminated Real Madrid, and they must take revenge on us..."

"Where did you learn this conspiracy theory?" Borgkamp laughed. "If Real Madrid had such a great influence in UEFA, why did they fail to enter the quarterfinals for six consecutive years?"

Faced with the fact that the famous name of "Royal Sixteen Lang" is like iron, Long Shute had no power to refute.

Butragno's left hand stirred in the pool and casually found a ball.

The old guy struggled to unscrew the ball, then took out the cardboard piece inside and showed it to the camera.

"Arsenal."

Then he picked up an opponent in the second pool as an arsenal:

“Barcelona.”

There are only eight teams in total, and there is no problem of avoidance. The draw in less than a minute was announced.

In addition to Arsenal's match against Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich drew Manchester United, Inter Milan met CSKA Moscow, and Ajax, who was finally drawn, met Ligue 1 champion Bordeaux.

"This is a good sign!"

Long Shute smashed his mouth and was very satisfied with the result.

In his impression, Bordeaux's strength is far less than that of the seven-game champion Lyon who played in Ligue 1. Since Ajax can be hard to defeat Lyon, it should be no problem to defeat Bordeaux, which is slightly weaker.

Borgkamp also showed a relaxed look: "Marco is so lucky. It seems that we are likely to reach the semi-finals of this Champions League! If you recover smoothly, you may still be able to catch up with the second leg of the semifinals!"

Ajax drew the weakest opponent in the quarterfinals.

But for Bordeaux, the same is probably true.

Compared with Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich, Manchester United, Arsenal, Inter Milan, Moscow CSKA, and Bordeaux are more willing to compete with the weakest Ajax for a spot in the semi-finals.

And in the eyes of neutral fans, Ajax and Bordeaux...

What a boring showdown this game of pecking chickens!

I just don’t know if Van Basten, who got this “good sign”, wants to thank God again?

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I'm so tired today that I can't open my eyes. Only this update will be made up for it on the weekend
Chapter completed!