022 Premiere

  Remember in one second

  After leaving the bank, Wu Yun and Gao Wei had dinner at Hua Bin's house before returning to their own place. After taking a bath, Wu Yun sat on his bed playing with his newly bought mobile phone. Although it was in Portuguese, he could already understand most of the text on the phone after half a month of studying.

  He input the familiar number in his mind into the phone book, wanting to dial several times, but thinking that it was already late at night on the Chinese side, he restrained his thoughts and gently tapped the keyboard on the screen to send a text message to Wang Peijun:

  "Are you sleeping? I scored a goal yesterday."

  Wu Yu didn't expect Wang Peijun to respond immediately, he just wanted to share the joy in his heart with this lover who was far away. After sending this text message, he put down his phone and started playing with his newly bought laptop.

  Beep beep——

  Five minutes later, a short and abrupt sound suddenly came from the mobile phone, which was the system's built-in message ringtone.

  。

  "Right in the middle of a good sleep, he actually sent a text message to disturb my peaceful dreams!" Wu Yu looked at the words on his phone screen and thought of that face that was both angry and displeased.

  "Do you know who I am?"

  "I know you're a rat!"

  "Never mind, the mouse has gone back into its hole."

  "You've been bullying me, and you haven't even called me for so long!"

  "Pei Jun sister, sorry about that, I didn't have a phone before, but now I've bought one, and I'll call you every day."

  "Hmmph! You got lucky~~" "By the way, your goal yesterday was too beautiful, now all football fans across the country know your name."

  "Really? I also met a beautiful female fan today and she even took a photo with me."

  "Beautiful female fan! You're not allowed to flirt with girls!"

  "Yes, I dare not."

  ……

  In a room in Madeira, Portugal, Wu Yu was half-reclining on the bed, his fingers swiftly tapping on the phone screen, with a happy smile on his clearly outlined face. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Guangzhou, China, the residential area was quiet and dark at midnight, except for a warm yellow light shining from a high-rise apartment. Wang Peijun, wearing a pink nightgown, was rubbing her sleepy eyes while looking at her phone screen, with a faint smile on her lips. Although she had been woken up by a text message in the middle of the night, her heart felt warmth and comfort.

  You spoke one sentence, I spoke another, separated by thousands of miles, pouring out our longing through the mobile network. We chatted for almost an hour, until Wu Yu worried that Wang Peijun's lack of rest would affect her health, and insisted she continue sleeping. Only then did Wang Peijun reluctantly bid goodnight, put down her phone, and drift off to sleep in a sweet haze.

  The next day, Wu Yun still trained at the training ground as usual. The goal in the weekend league match and the comments from all Portuguese fans that followed made him the most popular player in the Super League for nearly two days. However, his mentality did not change because he simply didn't know about these media comments on himself.

  Training is still going on as usual. Wu Yu, Gao Wei and Dick O will still have to undergo physical special training after the end of training.

  The two of them went to attend Hua Yan's Portuguese class after finishing their first training session in the morning.

  Two days later, when the three finished their afternoon training and were about to start special physical training, assistant coach Houlger walked over and told them to stop the special physical training.

  "Coach, does this mean we won't have any more physical training sessions?" Dick asked incredulously.

  "Not tomorrow, just today. There's a Portuguese League Cup match tomorrow and all three of you will be playing, so don't waste your energy here today." Jorge explained: "In the future, if we enter the big game roster, we won't have to do special physical training the day before."

  After finishing speaking, Haurge turned around and left.

  "Coach, are we starting or coming off the bench?" Dick asked hastily.

  "Go and see for yourselves."

  Three people looked at each other and ran towards the bulletin board, even Wu Yu, who had already made an appearance, was driven by the two to sprint past Hauri.

  Hao'erhe watched the three people running wildly and couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile.

  Wu Yu and the others walked three steps in two strides, quickly arriving at the notice board. At this time, because they had just finished training, there were still two or three teammates standing in front of the notice board watching. When they saw Wu Yu and the others arrive, they left the notice board and headed towards the locker room.

  Three people were panting and quickly browsing the competition list on the bulletin board. When they saw their names among the starting 11, Gao Wei turned around and said to Wu Yu: "Little Yu, pinch me, see if I'm dreaming."

  It's clear that he himself didn't dare to believe it, his professional career's first appearance was a starting one. Although it was just an ordinary Portuguese League Cup match against Varzim of the lower-levelled Liga de Honra, Gao Wei still felt unbelievable.

  Wu Yu gave him a slap in the face without any politeness, and the crisp sound echoed in the corridor.

  "You're not dreaming, this is real." Wu Yu said calmly, but beneath his calm expression, he was suppressing a laugh. He finally caught the opportunity to slap the big guy's ear in a justified manner.

  Gao Wei was taken advantage of but didn't realize it, covering his burning cheek, and his eyes quickly sparkled with laughter: "I'm not dreaming, haha, I'll be the first to publish!"

  ！”

  Gao Wei's loud laughter echoed throughout the entire corridor, and even in the locker room not far away, someone heard his loud laughter. Wu Yu followed Dick O to cover their ears and looked at each other with wry smiles.

  In Carrington Training Centre in Manchester, England, several coaches of Manchester United were watching the reserve team's training while chatting.

  "How's the reserve team's training going?" Phil Neville asked. He was the first-team coach and rarely got involved with the reserves, but with injuries mounting in the senior squad, Moyes had sent him to take a look at whether there were any youngsters who might be ready to step up.

  "There are a few players who performed quite well, especially that young lad from China." said Niky Butt, a 40-year-old bald coach looking at the field. He is one of the representatives of Manchester United's Golden Generation in 92, and can be said to have known Phil Neville since childhood.

  "What a pity he doesn't have a work permit, so he can't play for the first team." Phil Neville said with some regret as he watched the Chinese player sprinting down the flank.

  "I don't think he should be playing so soon, this kid has got talent but his mind doesn't seem to be focused on the game," said a short-haired, blond-haired middle-aged coach. It was Solskjaer, who had retired in the summer and rested for several months before returning to Manchester United's coaching staff in September.

  Of the 92 Golden Generation, three players are concentrated on the edge of Carrington's training ground, not including Giggs who is still playing and coaching in the first team. Among the six representatives of the 92 Golden Generation, only Beckham and Gary Neville have not returned to the club for work.

  "Indeed, this Wen Yinghang, the Chinese kid, does have talent, but he seems to be relying too heavily on his talent and isn't as diligent as I imagined." Nicky Butt nodded in agreement.

  "Let's loan him out for some training and let him see the world," replied Fleur Delacour.

  "By the way, Phil, what happened to that young Chinese player you mentioned last time who played in the Portuguese Super League?" Suddenly spoke up the taciturn Scholes.

  "Oh? Paul, are you going to have a long shot competition with him?" Faye Neville joked: "David has already sent Toni to Portugal, there is a match tomorrow and he should be on the field."

  "I heard he also played in that game in China, how come you didn't see him?" Nikki Butt asked him somewhat strangely.

  。

  "At that time I only watched half of the game, didn't expect them to put such an excellent player on the bench." Phoebe Neville said with some regret.

  "I hope Tony doesn't miss this opportunity like you did," Nikki Butler said with some concern.

  On the other side of Manchester, in an office, a man around 50 years old with slightly graying hair sat at his desk, head down writing something.

  A coach wearing a tracksuit walked in and said to the man, "Manchester United's Portuguese region chief coach Toni Nuno Cruz left for Portugal today, apparently to scout young players."

  "Young player?" The man put down his pen and raised his head, asking with some interest.

  "Uh-huh, I heard he's a Chinese genius player, who scored in last week's Portuguese Super League..."

  "No, we don't need Chinese players in our current lineup." The robust young man interrupted the coach's words and waved his hand.

  "Coach, that player really looks special." The coach didn't get annoyed at being interrupted and continued to tell him.

  "Listen, we are no longer the dark horse of ten years ago." The man looked at the coach and said seriously: "We don't need Chinese players like Sun Jihai anymore."

  "Alright, I've disturbed you." The coach saw the other person's serious and determined tone and expression, helplessly shrugged his shoulders, and left the luxurious office with some disappointment.

  That robust man continued to lower his head and write in the notebook after the coach left. In the past, whenever there was any news about Manchester United, he would basically send a ball scout to investigate, but this time when he heard it was a Chinese player, thinking of China's current status in international football, he completely did not consider and negated this investigation.

  Indeed, today's Manchester City already has a lavish royal boss and the introduction of Chinese players is just a small matter. They really look down on it. If it were ten years ago, when Manchester City had just been promoted to the Premier League, Sun Jihai's presence was indeed very important, but now Manchester City is no longer what it used to be, they don't need those mediocre players from China.

  They just didn't think they would have a day of regret.

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