Preface
"According to sources, Wu Yu, a young player from Guangzhou Evergrande's youth team, has been spotted by Manchester United coach Ferguson and will join Manchester United for ￡2 million. In the new season, he will wear the legendary No. 7 jersey of Manchester United..."
A young man, about 1.8 meters tall, with deep eyes, a straight nose bridge, and slightly dark skin tone, wearing a dark suit, appeared on TV. He is Wu Lei, who is about to transfer to Manchester United. With big strides, he walked into the press conference venue, where more than a hundred reporters' camera flashes immediately lit up, focusing on this young talented player.
Behind Wu Yu, Manchester United's head coach Ferguson and Fuli Club's manager Wang Jingcun entered in order. After the three sat down, reporters began to ask questions, with most of the microphones pointing at Ferguson and Wu Yu, occasionally asking Wang Jingcun.
"Sir Ferguson, can you tell us why you signed a Chinese player who is under 18 and gave him such an important No. 7 jersey?" a female journalist asked first.
"There's no doubt about it, Wu Yu has outstanding talent, he is the most talented Asian player I have ever seen. I believe this is another great deal after Rooney, I have high hopes for him." Ferguson said with a red nose.
"Aren't you worried that this is another Dongfang Zhuo or Bei Bei kind of deal?" A male reporter hesitated for a moment before speaking out his doubts, and his tone was also somewhat sarcastic. From his press card, it seemed he wasn't from the local Guangdong media.
Ferguson's face suddenly fell, he stared at the reporter for two minutes, his eyes sharp enough to kill a person, forcing the male reporter to avoid his gaze.
"Are you a fan of Liverpool or Manchester City? We have a great tradition at Manchester United, why can't you focus on Cristiano, Wayne and Javier instead? Even if you're not a Manchester United fan, you should know that our successful signings far outweigh the failed ones."
As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience was silent. The male reporter's face turned bright red, and he finally learned a lesson from this old coach who had been galloping on the football field for decades. ??The Road to the Golden Ball
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Just as the atmosphere was awkward, a mobile phone rang, and Wu Yu hastily took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at it briefly, and hung up without hesitation.
However, Wu Yus bell ringing relieved the awkward atmosphere of the press conference, and then a reporter asked Wu Yu questions.
"Wu Yu, this time your transfer is very unexpected, and getting the No. 7 jersey is even more shocking. Are you worried that you will be overwhelmed by the significance of Manchester United's No. 7 jersey like Valencia was last season?"
"Manchester United is a club I've liked since I was young, joining Manchester United can be said to be a dream..."
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That unique ringtone sounded again, directly interrupting his own answer. He hurriedly took out his phone to take a look, and it was Gao Wei again. This guy had called twice in a row, and he didn't know what important matter it was about. Wu Yu originally wanted to hang up the phone again and turn it off, but he accidentally pressed the answer key.
"Xiao Yu, what are you doing? Hurry up and come down, or you'll be late!" A loud, rough voice immediately rang out at the press conference. Wu Yu's phone had been used for many years, and the receiver was already broken, leaving only the speaker mode.
Wu Yu's face was filled with embarrassment, and he could even feel the intense killing intent emanating from Ferguson's side profile.
"What's going on? I'm holding a press conference and Ferguson is standing next to me!" Wu Yusaid awkwardly, lowering his head in frustration.
"Kanimah press conference, Ferguson has retired! Get up, we're going to be late!" The rough voice still came through the hoarse loudspeaker into Wu Yu's ears.
Wu Yu heard that Ferguson had retired, and suddenly he was struck by a thought. He looked up to see not the lavishly decorated press conference hall, but the yellowed ceiling tiles. He turned his eyes around the room, taking in the narrow space, the messy clothes, and the walls plastered with posters of soccer stars. What kind of press conference was this? It was none other than Wu Yu's own bedroom!
"Come down quickly, your grandfather doesn't allow me to go upstairs." Gao Wei's voice sounded again.
Wu Yu suddenly woke up, remembering that today was the day when Guangzhou Evergrande Youth Team invited Guangzhou R&F Youth Team to play a teaching match. It was said that Real Madrid's scouts and coaches would be present to observe, and even Manchester United, who were currently playing a warm-up match in Hong Kong, had sent scouts to watch the two youth teams' players. Thinking about the possibility of having Manchester United's scouts watching his own game, Wu Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.
He turned his head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table and found that it was only 8 o'clock, still an hour away from assembly time. He couldn't help but tease Gao Wei, who was in a hurry. ??The Road of Golden Ball
"What's your hurry? Although Real Madrid scouts will come, you don't have to knock on my door at 8 o'clock, do you?"
"What's at 8 o'clock? We're all late!" Gao Wei's urgent voice came through the hoarse phone receiver once again.
Wu Yu was shocked, and quickly looked at his phone, 9:25! At this time, he couldn't sit still anymore. He flipped over and got out of bed, busily gathering his jersey, sneakers and other stuff. Meanwhile, Gao Wei's rough and hoarse voice kept echoing in his ears, making the sweltering summer even more annoying.
Wu Yun pressed the annoying Jinli voice king, picked up his bulging backpack, and rushed down the stairs in a flurry of footsteps. Under his grandfather's displeased gaze, he pushed open the door and walked out. A tall, anxious-looking man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was waiting for Wu Yun outside the door - it was Gao Wei.
Two people walked through the narrow alley, sunlight filtering through the gaps between buildings, cutting the dim alley into pieces. The faint smell of garbage cans, dust in the air mixed together, creating an uncomfortable taste. In addition to avoiding the air-conditioning water dripping from the balcony above, they also had to make way for the tricycles loaded with goods from time to time.
Wu Yu ran quickly while gently rubbing his temples, trying his best to recall the dream he just had, afraid of forgetting any details. And when he thought about holding a press conference with Ferguson, and then thought about Manchester United's current coach being Moyes, who has wrinkles like a steamed bun, he was convinced that he was indeed dreaming earlier.
Five minutes later, the two of them turned left and right, finally emerging from those narrow alleys. Suddenly, the sunlight was bright and a summer breeze hit their faces. Wu Yu didn't have time to bask in the sun like he usually did, and instead rushed headlong towards the subway station entrance on his left.
"It's too late, let's fight." Gao Wei grabbed Wu Yun.
"Really? It's over 50 yuan from here to the Sports Center!" Wu Yu opened his eyes wide, staring at Gao Wei in disbelief.
"Today's teaching match has Real Madrid scouts and coaches coming to watch, do you want to give up this opportunity for 50 yuan?" Just as he said that, Gao Wei hailed a taxi and pulled Wu Yun into the car.
"Master, trouble to Tianhe Sports Center." Gao Wei told the taxi driver the location, and immediately turned his head to look at Wu Yun and said: "You pay for today's car fare. If it wasn't because you slept like a pig, we wouldn't be in such a hurry?"
"I don't know, I went to bed very early last night, but my head is still dizzy now." Wu Yu leaned back in his chair and patted his forehead. He had clearly set two alarms the night before, but neither his phone nor alarm clock rang this morning, and what's more, the time on the alarm clock was actually over an hour slow.
Looking down at the electronic watch on his wrist, it was already past 9:30. At this time, Coach was probably sitting in the locker room with a gloomy face, waiting for the two of them to arrive. Thinking of Coach's stern face and severe methods, Wu Yu couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
As if knowing Wu Yun's concerns, Gao Wei's phone rang at an opportune moment.
"Hao Wei! Where are you and Xiao Yu?! The match is about to start and you're still not here, do you want to waste this opportunity for Bai Bai?!"
Hao Wei listened to the voice, and it seemed that the fierce woman had already appeared in front of him. He replied with a fearful expression: "Sister Pei Jun, we are rushing over now, and we should be able to make it before the competition starts. Wu Yu is by my side right now."
"Give him the phone." Pei Jun's voice was slightly softer.
"Hello, Peijun, it's me." Wu Yu said after picking up the phone.
"Xiao Yu, what's wrong with your phone? I've been calling you all morning but couldn't get through. Where are you guys now?" Pei Jun's voice had become even softer and was completely unrecognizable from the one that had yelled at Gao Wei earlier.
"Anyway... you also know that my phone often loses signal. We're rushing over now, should be there soon." Wu Yu replied.
"Okay, good, you guys come quickly! The coach is very angry. Nothing more to say, bye-bye."
"Got it, bye."
Wu Yu hung up the phone and turned to look at Gao Wei, only to see a surprised expression on his face. Wu Yu shrugged helplessly, women are indeed unpredictable.
"Master, how much longer will it take to get to Tianhe Sports Center?"
"It's hard to say, if it goes quickly, it might take an hour, but if it's slow, it could be stuck for half a day." The master said slowly.
"What!?" The two were shocked and quickly looked out the window. In front of them, on the road, a long line of cars stretched all the way to the sky, with no end in sight. The taxi they were sitting in also slowed down.
"Master, take a detour." Wu Yu said resolutely.
"Hey kid, taking a detour will cost you dozens more." The master glanced at the two of them with disdain from the rearview mirror.
"Master, take a detour! I'm the man who's going to win the Golden Ball Award, how can I let these trivial tens of dollars stand in the way of my dreams!" Wu Yu looked at his master with determination.
The taxi driver's body shook as he heard this, and his face also showed a solemn expression, as if he was moved by Wu Yu's words. He immediately turned around before being surrounded by the dragon-shaped cars, broke through the encirclement, and drove onto another road that led directly to Tianhe.
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