Rejecting Messi's invitation undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention, but after returning to Amsterdam, he missed the team's first training class.

Before he got off the plane, his body developed severe dehydration symptoms and fell straight into Suarez's arms.

This scared the entire team coach and teammates silly.

Club chairman John Jacque directly transferred an emergency vehicle through his relationship with the Dutch police and sent the team's deputy captain to the Royal Dutch Medical College.

The police car drove the road throughout the journey, and the main intersection leading to the hospital was urgently closed to ensure that Long Shute could be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

The doctor and nurse sharpened their knives in the emergency room. As soon as Long Shute was pushed in, he received unimpeded treatment.

In such an emergency, Barcelona's invitation had long been covered up.

-

Long Shute, lying on the hospital bed, knew better than anyone else. This was the price of exhausting physical energy.

Van Basten has made it clear that Ajax's 30th league round will not be put on the roster in three days.

As long as you lose less than 5 games in this game, Ajax will successfully defend the league championship. In such a game... As the vice captain, he has to miss it.

Because he had no family, the club temporarily hired him a nurse to take care of the hospital.

Although Long Shute vaguely proposed to want a young and beautiful blonde girl with a bulging front and a raised back, Van Basten and Borgkamp only heard the last request - they found him a blonde blue-eyed aunt who was older than Long Shute...

Of course, the 21-year-old Chinese young man and a fifty-year-old aunt have no common language. Even if she wears a white nurse uniform, she will not make the young and energetic Long Shute's heart beat faster by 0.01 seconds. It is really helpful for him to rest.

Three days later, on April 10, Long Shute lay on the hospital bed and watched Ajax beat Grafsharp 2-0 in a rotation lineup.

"Congratulations to Ajax, they won the 2010-2011 Dutch League championship four rounds ahead of schedule!"

The broadcaster was excited to announce the news of the team's defending title to more than 40,000 home courts, and cheers surged in the Amsterdam Arena.

Huge fireworks ejected from every corner of the court, and the entire court was shrouded in faint smoke and gold and silver foil.

From the TV screen, Long Shute saw head coach Van Basten being thrown high by the players, and then the champagne splashed out all over his head and face.

The white swan, who has always cared about his personal image, is like a chicken falling into the water. Because his hairline is getting higher and higher, he is worried about affecting the fish, and thus damages his image. Borgkamp, ​​who escapes at the beginning of the celebration.

At the end of the celebration, the Ajax players returned to the court after a simple cleaning, and their jerseys poured with champagne were replaced by another clean dress.

Each of them has exactly the same jersey number and the name behind them.

No. 8.

long.

Long Shute, who was lying on the bed, was not grateful at all. He sneered:

"I'm not dead yet, why do you want to remember me?!"

-

Of course he was not dead, and the mere mild dehydration only allowed him to rest for four days.

While Ajax players were still discussing visiting him in the hospital, he had already appeared at the club's training base.

"Hi, Tony!"

As usual, when Long Shute came to the future training base, the old guard Tony McMalaman had just opened the base door.

Seeing his arrival, the diehard fan who had been guarding Ajax for more than ten years was full of surprise: "Have you recovered? Can you participate in next week's Champions League?"

"Of course, I'm resting for this game." Long Shute patted his chest and gave the guard a guarantee.

McMalaman took out a signature book from the office and handed it to him along with a signature pen: "Can you help me sign a few names? My little grandson is now your big fan! If you sign a few more, he will show off to the children of his neighbors!"

Long Shute took it with a smile, signed his English name for more than a dozen times in one breath, and then returned it to the other party: "If you have time to bring him to see our daily training, I said this was my invitation."

"Since you are so enthusiastic, I'm not polite," Old Tony took out his cell phone from his pocket and clumsily pressed down the number. "Dear, your idol has resumed training, come here quickly! He wants to give you a small gift!"

Long Shute rolled his eyes:

When did I say I wanted to give a gift?!

You old man, don’t be too arrogant!

-

When Long Shute performed half an hour of restorative training in the gym and returned to the training ground to practice ball-sliding, Suarez was the second to arrive at the training base.

"How is the recovery?" Su Buck-Teen Su hurriedly approached and asked with concern.

Long Shute shook his ankle, and the football that was originally flying up and down crawled through his legs with a "swoosh".

Then Suarez saw a white shadow wiped from him...

"Okay, okay, I know that you are the fastest in the world, don't show off in front of me!"

Su Xiaoya, who knew she couldn't catch up, shouted behind him: "Be careful that you are exhausted when you wait for the formal training!"

"I've frozen Messi and asked him to give the invitation on his own initiative. You should respect me more in the future!"

Long Shute smiled and patted his shoulder.

Although he knew he was joking, the Uruguayans didn't want to see him so arrogant. They opened their mouths and bit on his arm.

Long Shute suddenly shivered all over his body, and fell straight on the grass as if he was electrocuted.

Because he did not let go, Su Buckya was also pulled down. The two of them rolled together on the training ground, like two kids fighting.

"What are you guys playing?"

Van Basten's voice rang from not far away.

There were still a lot of footsteps around him, and other coaches and players rushed over one after another.

"Are you practicing fake falls?"

Borgkamp laughed.

"No, they may have fallen in love with the same woman and are about to duel now."

Van Tskypp said seriously, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Long Shute and Suarez quickly got up with their hands and feet.

Suarez rubbed his rabbit teeth with a look of distress: "You boy made me feel so painful!"

"Damn it seems that I misunderstood," Vanskyp quickly corrected, "You are in love with each other and are about to get warm before the training begins..."

"You're enough!" Seeing that the assistant coach was about to fly to the moon, Van Basten quickly stopped him.

But the team members were already laughing.

Witzger coughed, attracting the attention of the players who were rubbing their stomachs: "Before training, I will tell you a notice. In order to cooperate with the club's youth training development, in recent weeks, many children of lower age will come to the base to visit. Some of them may participate in our summer camps, and some may become members of our football academies at all levels. So as first team members, you must pay attention to your image and give them a good start."

Vanzkip added: "If some players are really unable to control themselves, it is better to go to the locker room to solve the problem..."

"You're enough!"

Long Shute kicked the football on his feet directly to the assistant coach's head.

This teaching assistant...has he seen something he shouldn't have seen recently?!

-

Ajax's training usually ranges between one and a half hours to two hours. Before half of the training, one or two hundred children with primary school students gathered on the sidelines.

With more and more spectators, the players had to act more seriously, and each move was 100% motivated. The two captains and captains even used a set of single-on-one offensive and defensive drills to attract the children's cheers.

"After he is, Captain Louis!"

"Fuck him, Captain Long!"

"Captain Louis, I want to see your ass sticking out and shooting!"

"Captain Long, I want to learn the race with you!"

"Captain Long, I am a Barcelona fan. I hope you can transfer to Barcelona, ​​okay?"

"I'm still a Real Madrid fan! Go to Real Madrid!"

The children gave warm applause to their idols. It seemed that even if Long Shute and Suarez fell once, they would watch it with relish.

After the training came to an end, the players walked out of the barbed wire one by one and came to these innocent children, giving them signatures and some small gifts, and satisfying their various problems with football.

This is also a regular publicity activity of the Ajax Club. Players often go to local schools at all levels in Amsterdam. This is not only to respond to the call of the Football Association and promote football, but also to expand the influence of the club and attract children to participate in the youth training camps at all levels in Ajax.

However, the schedule has been too tight recently, and the Champions League has encountered opponents like Barcelona. Whether it is a coach or a senior management, it is impossible to waste time for the team to participate in such activities, so everything can be simple and let the children go to the club to feel the atmosphere.

As the team's number one scorer this season, Long Shute has also been welcomed by many elementary school students with his rapid and lightning posture, especially since he has shined in the Champions League games in succession and has become an idol in the hearts of boys.

Two teenage children, a man and a woman, jumped to him, and the boy spoke nervously:

"Hello, Captain Dragon, I'm Lucas McMaraman, my grandfather said..."

As soon as he mentioned his surname, Long Shute immediately knew that this was the old guard's grandson. He squatted down with a smile and shook hands with the child:

"I'm glad to meet you, Lucas, I heard you are my fan?"

Lucas nodded vigorously: "It's a big fan!"

Long Shute handed him a jersey that he had just signed with a special signature pen: "This is a small gift I gave you. I hope you like it. This is my first jersey that was signed in both Chinese and English."

Lux was so happy that he put the obviously too wide jersey on his body without saying a word, and proudly showed off to the girl beside him: "Julian, how about it?"

"You are so handsome!" The little girl named Julian had a star-shining eyes and kissed Lucas hard on the face.

"Uh...this is..." Long Shute was a little speechless.

Although I have lived in Europe for a long time, the two children in front of me are only eleven or twelve years old...

Lucas held Julian's hand proudly: "This is my girlfriend Julian, very beautiful, right?"

As a big fan of mine, why do you show off your idol?

Do you know how hard your idol works to win a core role in Ajax?

Why are you so cruel?!

Long Shute couldn't help but look at his hands.
Chapter completed!