At the moment when the whistle sounded, a hint of bitterness floated in the empty court, and the Argentine Olympic players drooped their heads and savored a different defeat.

We actually lost? Saviola stepped on the soft grass and looked at her friend Aimal who had already walked out of the game ten minutes earlier. This was different from what they imagined before the game. She thought she could beat the Chinese team all over the ground, let the Chinese National Olympic Team see the style of the South American Eagles, and show all their talents, but the result was 2:4.

"Poor Pablo," Saviola shook his head, feeling sad for Pablo Aimal. He was sent off early with a red card. He didn't even have the face to ask Zheng Zhi to exchange jerseys. Originally, Aimal thought so before the game, but his red card was taken from Zheng Zhi. How can he be embarrassed to be shameless now?

“What the hell did we do?”

"Oh~"

Not far away, Dalexandro took off his shirt, exposed eight slightly formed abdominal muscles, and walked into the player's passage with his head down.

There was no communication, no comfort among teammates, and they even forgot to shake hands with the players of the Chinese National Olympic Team.

The score hit them so hard that they forgot these politeness. Only coach Peckelman still remembers walking over and shook hands with Holden like a flash, but he hurriedly walked into the player passage.

"Well,"

"It seems they're going to be a fight today."

Horton looked at Peckelman's back as he walked away, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then turned around and looked into the stadium, continuing to slap his disciples in high-fives.

"My masturbation, we've got Argentina done!"

"But that's it."

Chen Xi ran over and hugged Li Weifeng's shoulder.

"Seriously, I really thought we were going to be beaten out at the beginning,"

"Tsk tsk, I thought you couldn't stand it."

Chen Xi did not hide his guilt at all when he opened the show. Li Weifeng gave him a blank look, "Are we that bad?"

"Not confident at all."

"This is not a question of self-confidence or not. They are really strong. He reminds me of the past few years when we went to play national games. At that time, the young people in Liaoning were also boundlessly strong. In the first game, everyone thought we would torture our opponents to death, but we just had a draw."

"Your thinking needs to be changed, we are not weak. We have Zheng Zhi, do you know? As long as Zheng Zhi is on the court, we have the possibility of winning any team," Li Weifeng looked at Zheng Zhi on the bench, "at least this is the case when he was there."

"By the way, I don't know how Zheng Zhi's injury was. That guy's tackle just now was too bad!"

"It doesn't look like something is wrong. Look at that guy is smiling so happily. If he is injured, will he exchange jerseys with Argentina No. 10?"

At this time, Riquelme had already come over to ask Zheng Zhi for the jersey. Zheng Zhi took off the jersey as before. All the Argentine players were exposed, but Riquelme was still here. It was obvious that he wanted to do this. It was not just Aimal who wanted to exchange jerseys with Zheng Zhi, but Riquelme was cheaper.

"Does that No. 10 feel like a person?" Chen Xi's eyes fell on the bench.

"Are you talking about Zhang Xiaorui?"

"Yes, I think it's very similar."

"I think it's more like Yu Genwei," Li Weifeng smiled, but soon he discovered something wrong. "On the other hand, it should be Zhang Xiaorui and Yu Genwei like him. But players of these types are too slow. Li Yin and the others are so good at defending. We are afraid that their small guys are too flexible and they are simply unpredictable."

"A number ten like him has no future,"

"What kind of No. 10 has a future?"

"Zheng Zhi, you are stupid, you are. By the way, we are going to go back to the club. You will play with the Cameroon National Olympic Team next week. Hehe, that's when you are the time to test you."

"Uh, black and hard," Chen Xi's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the impact of African players, he immediately had goose bumps on his body. By then, all the players who played in Europe would return to the club, and only the players from their domestic clubs would continue to practice in Europe. It was really lingering. Without Zheng Zhi, without Li Weifeng, Li Yin and Zheng Zhi, half of the main players were not there, which was indeed quite a test.

"But I think we're fine."

...

...

"Goodbye, Frank,"

"Goodbye, Louis,"

"goodbye……"

In the stands, the scouts were waving goodbye. Everyone walked in a hurry, just like ordinary fans, but everyone had their own ulterior motives. This time they appeared here, they were definitely not just watching the game like ordinary fans. On the contrary, their purpose was very clear and they all had accurate goals.

Arsenal scout Steve walked the fastest and was the first to wave goodbye to everyone, but after he walked out of the stadium, he ran to the locker room of the Chinese National Olympic Team.

Not long after, he saw Frank Arnesen again.

sh-it!

"Frank?"

"Didn't you go back?"

Frank Arnathan smiled awkwardly, "Haha, yes, I'm ready, but there are still some things I haven't finished."

"Then why are you here?"

"Don't worry, we are definitely not looking for the same person, I won't look for players."

Not looking for players?

Then who is this guy looking for...

The moment Steve Lawley saw him appear, he became very alert. He didn't look for players here, so he was a ghost.

At this moment, Frank Arnesen suddenly stood on tiptoe and waved to the side. There was no way, Steve Lawley was too tall and blocked his sight.

"Hey Wu,"

Steve Lawley quickly turned his head and immediately cursed in his heart.

Grass!

This bastard.

Isn’t it Wu Di who came?

This guy actually found Wu Di...

"You made an appointment with him?"

"Yes, I'm here to find Wu. I said I won't look for players. Steve, don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you have contacted the players."

"This..." Steve Lawley was not calm, and he also wanted to chat with Wu Di. He had called more than a dozen times and wanted to ask him to have a meal together, but Wu Di had never been away from him and always looked for various reasons to refuse. Why did Wu Di accept Frank?

It's unscientific!

Can't figure it out.

Why?

It was obvious that Wu Di gave Frank Aneson a very good face, but he didn't give himself a face. He really wanted to ask him clearly on the spot...

At this time, Wu Di and Frank Arnesen were already holding each other tightly together, and a thick hug appeared, which showed that the relationship between the two was really good, and Steve Lawley became more and more embarrassed.

However, Wu Di still ignored him and left here with Frank Aneson.

What am I doing wrong? Steve Lawley still didn't understand.

Not far away, he saw a few familiar figures, all of whom were watching the game in the stands. They didn't leave, but they just appeared outside the Argentine locker room. It seemed that everyone couldn't wait to get in touch with their happy players...

Not long after, Holden walked out of the locker room and Lawley immediately met.

"Bobby,"

"Bobby,"

"Hey, Steve, what wind blows you?"

"Did you fall in love with the players on our team?"

"There is this intention," Steve Lawley did not deny it, but just as he wanted to speak, Holden immediately widened his eyes.

"Water?"

"Then are you still standing here?"

"Didn't Wu just leave?"

"Why don't you stop him?"

“Why?”

The Qu Bo he was looking for this time was not looking for Li Weifeng and the others, so why did he look for Wu Di?

"Don't you know? Almost every player has signed a contract with him, and only a few players are not his account, so you'll be right to find him."

"Ah???" This time it was Steve Lawley's turn to be stunned.

"When did I hear the news?"

"Did..." Steve finally discovered something, "Li Yi is also the player in his hands?"

"Yes, you don't know?" Holden suddenly felt that Lawley was a little amateur, and even the player's agent couldn't figure it out, so he dared to do whatever he wanted.

"Have you contacted Li Yi?"

"I have been in contact with you several times and think this young man is good, but I am more interested in that Qu Bo now."

Since Li Yi lost that single shot, Steve gave up on the inspection of Li Yi. A 20-year-old striker couldn't even stop the ball, so what else can I do? Qu Bo, 18, is fine, it's not too late...

"Steve, so it's your fault. Both of them are his players, not just him, almost the entire team's players are his, and he almost monopolized. You should look for Wu, not for players."
To be continued...