.【First of all, I have to say proudly that this book foresees the future for the second time. Wanda's idea of ​​returning to Chinese football was similar to what I designed in my book. Haha. Does this book have the potential to become a divine book? I hope that Chinese football can develop according to the development in this book, and that there will be a lot of cups. fine, the book is back to the main text.】

The dim lights made the road home long, and the narrow streets made the whole street hesitant and uneasy. Liu Yunshang walked home, gently blew the burned place just now, wiped the tears that were about to shed, and unconsciously had been watched for a long time.

Suddenly, two figures flashed in the shadow of the street lights, blocking Liu Yunshang's way. A bright folding knife tossed and turned in the hands of a young man.

"Little girl, take some money to spend money." The excuses of robbers all over the world are similar. Will they pay back if they borrow money to spend money? A gangster wearing a fat T-shirt and an iron chain said grinning. Another thinner sucked his nose hard, which was obviously an addict.

Chino rubbed his fingers in the distance, and this accident was unexpected. Should I go up and help? Chino doesn't want any accidents to be seen by this girl who has been watching for a month, because this is his meal ticket. When a person dies, the commission will naturally end. A very dark thought flashed through Chino's mind - is this the plot of the employer waiting? Let's call the employer to ask what he meant. But now will hesitate... After a while, Chino still dialed the employer's number~

"Uh... Sorry, I want to ask if the person under surveillance is robbed, do I want to help?"

He pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then said, "Protect her and don't let her be hurt."

"That... needs extra money."

"No problem, report the situation at any time."

Chino curled his lips and shook over the walls on the street. Just disperse these two gangsters. In fact, there is no big danger. Now he is becoming more and more curious about the purpose of this surveillance operation. Interesting.

"There is only these change." Liu Yunshang felt indescribable grievances. Every time she was at this time, she would think of the unfaithful man far away in England. However, she insisted on returning the house that Master Yang rented for him and the bank card that Master Yang gave her. In the words of her mother, you just want to be faced and suffer.

The gangsters were obviously not satisfied with Liu Yunshang's bags.

The thin gangster showed a lewd smile: "Do you think this girl is worth some money?"

The gangster who plays with the knife understands it: "It's just the average, your idea is good. Hehe~"

As he said that, he reached out and wanted to grab Liu Yunshang's arm.

Chino thought to be bad, but these two gangsters seemed to be not as simple as robbing money. Just as Chino was about to stand up from the shadow of the alley, Liu Yunshang kicked the egg of the folding knife man firmly. The thin man who had squinted his eyes and had not yet reacted, soon saw a fist constantly magnifying in front of him.

Ouch ~! Ouch ~!

Two sounds!

Liu Yunshang picked up a square brick from the ground and slapped it hard on the thin man's head, and blood immediately flowed down.

"Bitch, dare to hit me." The thin man didn't expect that he would be so violently resisted. He waved his hand to grab Liu Yunshang's arm.

The gangster holding the knife covered his crotch, and the knife in his hand swung in the air. The tip of the knife left another blood mark on Liu Yunshang's arm.

Chino didn't care about surprise. At this time, while making a phone call, he walked out: "Yes, someone is robbing this, please send someone here quickly."

When the two gangsters saw that someone had called the police, they supported each other in disappointment and disappeared into the corner of the alley - "Stupid bitch, you wait!!"

Under the street light, Liu Yunshang sat on the ground with his butt. The brick in his hand was still in his hand, covering his face with one hand and finally cried out loud.

"Miss, are you okay? Your arm needs to be bandaged. I'll take you to the hospital?" Chino had to play the role of a kind passerby to the end.

Liu Yunshang stopped crying and shook his head. The hole in his arm was not very big, so he just went back and applied some medicine. But what should I do when I went home in the future? What if I met those two gangsters again? Liu Yunshang didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Thank you, I'm fine, my home is right in front of me. It'll be here soon."

Chino thought to himself, of course I know your house is right in front, I also know what floor and number of your house, and there is also the eavesdropping device I put in it.

"Miss, I'd better take you to the doorstep, it's safer."

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The game at Mestana Stadium has reached a fever pitch. Valencia saw the dawn of advancement, and Newcastle wants to keep the precious away goal.

After Mista came on the court, Valencia's offensive point had left the middle of the heavy defense, and was looking for opportunities on both sides. Van Den Bore and Babayaro's defense can only be said to be exhausted, and the excellent skills of the Spanish players made these two defenders exhausted.

Flores stood on the sidelines waiting for the goal that had not been coming. He felt sweaty in his palms, and even his shirt was soaked in sweat.

At this time, Yang used his last substitution quota, with Ameo on Bramble and Ahmay off. Newcastle's formation became five defenders, three midfielders, one frontcourt libero, and one forward.

Now, except for relying on the advantage of numbers to defend intensively, Yang has no means to attack. You can replace a winger like Milner, but if the ball is under the opponent's feet and there is no one in front of him, Milner is just practicing back-and-running. It's better to put a defender on the court.

Why did I change Ameobi instead of Irving who had few runnings? Master Yang also had another plan in his mind - Irving was 26 years old and Ameobi was 24 years old, but Irving obviously had the advantage in experience. At this time, it was not who has better physical fitness, but who has better ability to seize opportunities. The difference between winning and educating players is still clear. The rest depends on whether Irving can repay Mr. Yang's trust.

Next, there was nothing to do except wait for Master Yang. Time flies too slowly every minute. Master Yang suddenly thought of someone, not knowing what this person is doing now, is he still hating him, and will he show his tiger teeth when he is happy?

Villa completely put down his burden of zero goals, and the two goals in this game were enough to make him the best player in this game. On the court, his teammates were gradually willing to pass the ball to his feet and use him as the core of the offensive.

Villa got the ball, drifted past Faye who was robbed, and continued to dribble the ball.

Negro responded, two passes and one cooperated.

"Okay, Valencia created an opportunity on Newcastle's right side again. Van Denborre was almost broken by Valencia's players. If I were Coach Yang, I would replace him. Otherwise, I would lose the ball sooner or later. I think although Carl is old, he is still better than this young man. Unfortunately, this veteran didn't even make the roster. As an Englishman, objectively speaking, the Newcastle is doing well enough now, and the quota in the League Cup has no meaning for this Newcastle." The dangers on the court made England's commentator involuntarily find a way for the team.

The ball hit the right side, Angulo and Vincent cooperated, and the ball returned to Alberda's feet.

No one from Newcastle's players went up to press, and the physical exhaustion made them have to stand in their own position and rely on the ladder to defend.

Alberda suddenly kicked the frontcourt with a big kick, and the ball flew towards Newcastle's penalty area.

"Branbur and Mista are competing for this header. Bramble header! Ah, it actually came over! Mista stole this ball, Mista reached the penalty area, Mista, shot! The ball entered!!" The Spanish commentator was extremely excited. The situation on the court changed again because of a small mistake.

3-1! Valencia leads with a total score of 3-2.

Master Yang's expression did not change at all.

Flores, opposite, jumped into the air with joy.

This is football, this is fucking damn!

Mista never thought he could get the ball. He was so bored that he had just gotten on the court that he was in good health and went to squeeze the big black man, but unexpectedly he received an unexpected gift. This gift was a goal and a ticket to the League Cup.

"I think our coach Flores is not worse than the coach who only knows how to sleep. His substitution is decisive and effective. He rationally judged the situation on the court, replaced Cruyvit, and replaced Mista. It was Mista's assist and goal that allowed us to go to the League Cup." The Spanish commentator talked endlessly and presented the praise to Flores.

Every coach has successful substitutions and failed substitutions. Mr. Yang's substitutions are not always successful. Just like this time, he did not count on Bramble's old habit of inattention.

There were less than 10 minutes left in the game. Newcastle saw one foot step into the League Cup, but was hit back with a stick.

On the bench, Hiller looked at the situation on the court anxiously, thinking how good he would be on the court. On the bench on the other side, Aimal looked at his celebrating teammates, with a forced smile on his face but felt that he was getting further and further away from the team.

Mr. Yang, who was standing in the coaching area, really wanted to return to the coaching seat and use a bag of ice bags to his hot forehead. But he had to stand at this position on the court, listening to the booing of Valencia fans, and thinking about how to change which foot to put in the soon-to-close League Cup gate.

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"Uncle, I'm here, thank you." Liu Yunshang stood at the door of his house and bowed to Chino.

Chino nodded and turned around and was about to leave.

"Uncle, why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee before leaving." Liu Yunshang opened the door and turned around and said to Chino.

Chino raised his eyebrows and held the handrail downstairs: "Little girl, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?"

Liu Yunshang smiled generously: "Uncle, I also have bricks in my house to deal with bad people. But there is also coffee for kind-hearted people."

Qino let out a hissing sound and smiled - the daughter's bricks are really unparalleled. Following Liu Yunshang's guidance, she entered the room. This room is very small, with the kitchen connected to the bedroom, and it looks like the simplest apartment-style layout. However, Liu Yunshang's place is well organized. Qino thought about the room monitoring Liu Yunshang on the opposite side, and couldn't help but grin.

Apart from a bed, the most eye-catching thing in the room is a painting board and an old-fashioned sewing machine. Chino pointed to the sewing machine: "Are you a fashion designer?" In fact, Chino has already known this a long time ago.

"Uncle, you are so smart~ you can tell at a glance." Liu Yunshang was brewing coffee in the kitchen.

"It's really not easy. I'll go abroad to study alone. When will I graduate?" Chino pretended to be ignorant like this.

"I'll graduate next June."

"Will you stay here? Or go home?"

"I don't know either." Liu Yunshang smiled bitterly. "Say, don't laugh at me. My dream is to become a world-class clothing designer, but look..." Liu Yunshang pointed to a pile of clothes in the corner of the wall. "I can't even put the clothes I designed in a clothing store to sell them."

"Oh?" Chino picked up a piece of clothing and compared it in front of her. "It looks good. Can I try it?" Chino asked casually when she looked down at her suit full of ashes and wrinkles.

"Of course, if it fits, I'll give it to you." Liu Yunshang put the coffee on the table. This Italian uncle looked quite like the American movie star "Al Pacino".

"Oh, it's pretty good, it's quite fit. It's just a bit narrow here." Chino changed into the suit made by Liu Yunshang, then took a sip of coffee. "Well, I have a premonition that you will succeed, and this dress will be valuable by then."

Liu Yunshang smiled happily: "Thank you, uncle."

"I know you must think I'm joking, so I'll tell you my story. I have a son who likes football very much, because in Milan City, he likes Inter Milan very much. Later, he went to Inter Milan for a trial. As a result, he played badly in that game and naturally lost the election. He cried that day."

Liu Yunshang: "Ah, what a pity, what happened later?"

"Later, he went to a Class C team in Milan to try out, and then played football there."

"Well, although he can't score in the big club, he should be very happy to be able to do what he likes, right?"

"Of course, the happiest thing is that their team played football with Inter Milan, so he entered two of them alone. Later, Inter Milan's coach found him and asked him if he wanted to play football in Inter Milan. As long as he didn't give up, there was hope..." Speaking of this, Chino looked at Liu Yunshang, "I don't think you would give up so easily, right?"

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"You won't give up so easily, are you?" The scene of Liu Yunshang waving his little fist to cheer him up suddenly appeared in front of Master Yang's eyes.

Mr. Yang cheered up and shouted at the players on the court: "Everyone cheer me up, the game is not over yet!" After shouting, he made a gesture to Jerus.

Newcastle's sideline ball, Van Denbore stood beside Mr. Yang to make the corner kick, and Vermalen ran forward and snatched the ball.

Now Vermullen is on the verge of going wild. In this new team, he plays not only for himself, but also for the Chinese who let him follow him. Victory is the bond that connects two people, and they both hate failure. Looking at the teammates around him who are unable to lift their spirits, Vermullen suddenly missed the weak Valleheim, the desire to win in the small ball club, which made this so-called English giant only sigh.

Have you given up? You guys?

Did you give up like this?

"Boss, is there any way?" Vermallen rubbed the ball with his jersey, as if he was about to throw it hard.

Mr. Yang said beside him: "Let Genes do create a few corner kicks, and then you go and compete for me! It depends on you!"

Vermullen nodded, threw the ball to Van Denborre, and ran towards Genes.

"The head lets you create more corners, set pieces, and pass them to me," Vermallen said to Genes.
To be continued...