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Chapter 408 You Will Remember His Name

Chapter 408 You Will Remember His Name

The few people standing at the entrance of the venue and chatting quickly attracted the attention of many reporters and fans at the scene.

"Why didn't Sir Alex Ferguson enter the venue? Who was he chatting with?"

"Who is that Asian young man? It looks a little familiar... Uh, he's quite handsome!"

"I said, are you a reporter or a nympho! But... I also feel familiar? I remembered, he is Fan, the best rookie in La Liga last season and the league's assist leader!"

"Fan? I seem to have heard of it, but this is the first time I've seen a real person. I didn't expect him to be so young... This is amazing. Could it be another talented future superstar? Such a young assist king! The pattern of world football is really getting younger and younger!"

"The point is not whether this is good or not! I just want to know what they are talking about. Seeing how happy they are talking, is it possible that Sir Alex Ferguson admires this Chinese young man? Manchester United want to introduce Fan?"

"Does it need to be said? Last year, Manchester United made a transfer request to Villarreal, but was rejected by the submarine... But I think Sir Alex Ferguson is unlikely to 'seduce' Fan face to face at this moment, Mr. Manuel, the head coach of the submarine, is still here, do you think he is air?"

"...Well, it makes sense. Don't worry about it, just take a picture first, and go back and think about the manuscript!"

"..."

The rustling discussions of the reporters reached the ears of the people in front of the door. Ferguson and Fan Bizhuang continued to chat indifferently, while Pellegrini was even more vigilant, if it wasn't out of etiquette The problem, maybe he wants to drag his disciples to run away now.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning the La Liga runner-up last season."

After chatting for a while, Ferguson seemed to remember that there was another club head coach standing next to him, and he looked at Pellegrini.The latter has an urge to burst into tears, Nima, how low is my sense of existence, such a big living person is standing on the side, you are so old that you only remember it now?

There were countless resentments in his heart, but he said on his mouth: "This small achievement is not worth mentioning. Sir Alex Ferguson's team is the real top giants. Last year you won the Premier League and the Champions League double. Manchester United is all the teams. A role model to learn from."

Ferguson shook his head, and his tone was full of admiration: "This is different. Manchester United has hundreds of years of foundation and historical accumulation in the Premier League, so it is only natural to achieve results. Villarreal is different. , With all due respect, it is remarkable that a small country team can go this far and beat Barcelona. Mr. Manuel, you are a very capable and excellent coach!"

This kind of praise, Pellegrini has heard of not one hundred but eighty, but the affirmation of the industry leaders, this represents a different meaning, a smile appeared on his face, obviously he is very satisfied with his coaching achievements very satisfied.

Only to hear Ferguson continue: "You have many outstanding players, Roman, Diego, Santiago... and... Fan!"

When the last name was mentioned, Ferguson's eyes swept towards Fan Bizhuang, who was looking eastward or westward intentionally or unintentionally, and his tone became a little bit more serious, and the appreciation and longing contained in the words were not concealed at all.

Pellegrini scolded in his heart, dared to go around a big circle, you are always waiting here?Praise my team, praise my players, real goals, or eye drops?Or do you want to hit my disciple?

"Ha ha."

Pellegrini could only respond with a dry laugh.

For the vigilant eyes of the Chilean coach, Ferguson saw it clearly, but he didn't care at all.There's nothing to hide about it, liking is liking, admiring is appreciating, it's no secret that he wants to get Fan Bizhuang, there's no need to hide it.

"I have always believed that excellent players should display their talents to the fullest on a broader stage. What do you think, Coach Manuel?" Ferguson raised his eyelids and spoke sharply.

"So here we are. On the stage of this year's Champions League, my players and I are full of ambition. We will go as far as possible!" Pellegrini's face has no smile, very solemn respond.

"Of course, it is the wish of every participating team to achieve good results in the Champions League." Ferguson nodded, not intending to provoke the other party, "I hope you can achieve your goals, ha, I am really looking forward to the group draw this time, Maybe our two teams met together? The La Liga runner-up must be very strong, and it has always been our tradition to exchange and learn with strong teams, because this allows us to know ourselves better."

"This is also our wish. Every strong opponent will make us grow."

This is very official, but Pellegrini has already yelled in his heart, what the hell is willing to be in a group with you, you are the Premier League champions, the defending champions of the Champions League, and last year's double champions, the limelight Zhengjin, whoever meets will be unlucky!Anyway, our small temple is small, so we can't afford it!

Ferguson smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Ronaldo finally escaped from the siege of fans and reporters and walked to the entrance of the venue.

"Boss, are you still going in?"

C. Luo glanced at Pellegrini and Fan Bizhuang on the side slightly, raised his eyelids, then turned his head without the slightest interest, and asked his coach.

He really didn't know Pellegrini, nor did he know Fan Bizhuang, and since he didn't know him, there was no need to know him now.His temperament is a little arrogant and arrogant, and he only has opponents of the same level in his eyes, and he does have the capital of pride. He is the winner of the Premier League double crown, and he was also the top scorer and best player in the Champions League last season. In the past year, he won the European Ballon d'Or and World Footballer of the Year. It can be said that he has stood at the pinnacle of world football and is a real superstar.

And what the hell is Villarreal?What the hell is Fan Bizhuang?

Sorry, he doesn't know, and has no interest in knowing!

Would a superstar standing at the top be interested in a country team, a rookie who just emerged?

Without even thinking about it, the answer is no.

Regarding C. Luo's ignorance, Fan Bizhuang frowned, but said nothing.There is nothing to say, the opponent is now a big star, and he is just a rookie on the road, there is only harm if there is a comparison, even if he is upset, he is powerless to refute.

Ferguson glanced at C. Luo, with complicated meanings in his eyes, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and then he looked at Fan Bizhuang again.

He saw the flash of anger and unwillingness in the eyes of the Chinese youth, and he also saw the flame of refusal to admit defeat in the youth's heart.

"Let's continue our chat next time we have a chance. It was a pleasure talking to you, Monsieur Manuel."

Ferguson said this to Pellegrini, he did not say goodbye to Fan Bizhuang, but when he passed by, he patted Fan Bizhuang's shoulder meaningfully, and walked into the venue without stopping. .

C. Luo still held his head high, and he didn't pay any attention to the two people next to him from the beginning to the end.

"What a proud young man." Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Pellegrini sighed with a somewhat unnatural expression, "I have watched his game video, and he has to admit that he is very A talented player, one of the most talented young players I have ever seen, maybe in the future, he will achieve more and more brilliant achievements. But...why can't I like him?"

"No one else needs your liking, sir." Fan Bizhuang teased the coach, but his eyes moved slightly, and he whispered firmly in his heart, "Maybe you don't know my name now, and you don't even want to see me more One glance, but a year later, two years later, you will find that the boy you don't pay attention to has already made it impossible for you to ignore him!"

Shaking his head, Fan Bizhuang turned and walked into the venue.

Pellegrini looked at Fan Bizhuang who suddenly fell silent, his expression changed slightly, and he also stepped in.

the other side.

Ferguson stopped suddenly.

"Cristiano, you don't know the Chinese youth just now, do you?"

C. Luo nodded calmly: "I don't know. Is it necessary to know?"

"Originally I wanted to introduce him to you, but... that's good." Ferguson left a sentence that made C. Luo confused and confused, and continued to move forward, "One day, you Will remember his name. Believe me, that day is not too far away."

C. Luo froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly revealed the color of memory.A few years ago, such a person said similar words to him.Then...then he followed that person to the UK, and then, he became what he is today. He became a real football superstar, not only won the Premier League title, won the Champions League title, but also became the champion of world football. gentlemen.

"Believe me, your name will be remembered by the whole world soon!"

This is what Ferguson once said to him.

And now, Ferguson said almost the same thing to himself.

However, this time, the protagonist in the story is no longer him.

C. Luo suddenly became interested in that Chinese youth.

But that's about it.

Although he has to admit that the boss has a unique vision and is very accurate in judging people, but the boss is a man after all, not a god. There are thousands of geniuses in the world, how many of them can make it to the end, and climb to the top?

Not everyone is Cristiano Ronaldo!

What the future holds, who knows?

"One day I will remember his name? And it won't be too far away?"

C. Luo sneered abruptly, shook his head, restored the arrogance and arrogance on his face, and raised his heels to follow Ferguson's pace.

(End of this chapter)