Chapter 224 Qingshan Middle School New Year's Eve PartyAt 10: in the morning, Chelsea players were receiving training from Rozovic. However, in the huge first-team training ground, head coach Mourinho was nowhere to be seen. Oh, and even Leon Brown isn’t here. Rozovic asked the players to run 8×30m. Now it was the fourth group's break time. Hazard was seen padding the ball and slowly walked to Rozovic: "Where is Jose?" "above!" Rozovich pointed to the second floor of the main building, which was the direction of the office. At this moment, in the head coach's office at Cobham Base, Mourinho was sitting with his legs crossed. This morning was physical training, and as the head coach he could finally take a break. Mourinho fiddled with the small tactics board on the table, moving the plastic figures around. Of course, he was not thinking about tactics, but was just sitting there with nothing to do and letting his mind go blank. "Lyon, what's the offer from Paris?" Seeing Brown finish the call, Mourinho looked up and asked.
Brown, who was sitting opposite, pursed his lips and made a "2" gesture with his hand. Mourinho frowned. It couldn't be 200 million euros, so it could only be 2000 million euros. "What the hell did those French people do to him? 2000 million euros. I remember Zlatan only had half a season left on his contract, right?" Ibrahimovic came to Paris from Milan in the summer of 2012 for 2100 million euros with a four-year contract. By this calculation, the Swede has less than six months left on his contract in Paris. The contract expires in less than 6 months, and he is still asking for 2000 million euros. Then there is only one possibility, that Paris has no intention of letting Ibrahimovic go in the winter window. Brown threw his iPhone on the sofa: "When they say we are a Premier League team, they think we are rich. And, you know, Zlatan is the main player of Paris. Breaking up the team halfway through the season will have a great impact on their chances of winning the Ligue 1 title." "shit!" Mourinho slammed the table: "What is the French Ligue 1 championship? Doesn't Paris win the French Ligue 1 championship every day?" Brown signaled Mourinho to calm down first: "I know what you are thinking, but the fact is that Zlatan is very important to them. If we buy Zlatan, they can't find a replacement." "Hey……" Mourinho sighed, sat in his chair and said nothing. Brown leaned his upper body towards Mourinho: "Jose, if this is the case, we can only give up Zlatan. Even if we can negotiate a suitable price, 1500 million euros, we must give priority to the defender. Terry is old, you can see that, he can only last 70 minutes per game now." Brown is telling the truth. In any case, the central defender position is Chelsea's first choice for winter transfer window. It is too dangerous to put the two veterans Cahill and Terry in the backcourt. Zouma is talented but he also needs a rest. For this reason, Mourinho is ready to buy a central defender from the New York Red Bulls. The price has been agreed upon, which is around 450 million euros and will definitely not exceed 500 million euros. It would cost 500 million euros to buy a central defender, so Mourinho would only have 1000 million euros left. Paris offered 2000 million euros, which is far from Mourinho's remaining budget. "Why don't you just give up..."
Brown suggested. "impossible!" Mourinho's reaction was very intense, and he said the word "impossible" in Portuguese. Speaking one's mother tongue is a conditioned reflex when people are emotionally excited. "Lyon, you are a wise man. What I need is not Zlatan's skills, I just want someone who can control the locker room. Otherwise, it will not be the players who leave in the summer window, but me as a coach." "But we have been getting better recently. Little Kurt told me that Diego and Terry rarely say bad things about you in the locker room recently. And you see, we just won two consecutive games!" Brown was very happy when he spoke, because with those two consecutive victories, Chelsea jumped from fourth to third, and had the same points as second-placed Leicester City! “It’s only now!” Mourinho stood up for no apparent reason. "The mentality of those people is not like that of a professional player at all. When they win a game, they go to the bar to drink, and when they lose a game, they quarrel. Especially Eden, have you noticed that as soon as he loses a game, Eden is like a drunk in the next game. His attention is not on the court at all!" As he spoke, Mourinho's face became redder and redder, which made Brown a little flustered. He quickly motioned for Mourinho to sit down. But Mourinho did not sit down. Brown licked his lips. Logically, if the head coach stood up, he, as an assistant coach, should also stand up. The problem was the current situation. If Brown stood up, the two of them would look like they were arguing. After thinking it over carefully, Brown decided to sit on the sofa, but he no longer leaned on the backrest and looked a little restrained: "If I have to do this..." "Do you remember that a Chinese team offered Oscar 7500 million euros the day before yesterday? If you must have Zlatan, we must sell the player." Oscar? Mourinho's expression froze. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and objected: "If Oscar transfers, who will be Cesc's substitute?" 7500 million euros is indeed tempting, but it is not worth Mourinho exchanging the team's future in the second half of the season. Although Oscar cannot start for Chelsea, he can still play a very important role on the bench. Chelsea is now fighting on three fronts: the Champions League, the cup and the league. It is impossible for Fabregas and Matic to play 90 minutes in every game. "Then I'm afraid there's no other way..." Brown sighed. As a result, Mourinho suddenly turned his head, with a thoughtful look on his face: "It's not that there is no way..." …… As the players' competitive level gradually improves, Mourinho is no longer as strict on the players as before. Mourinho even made it clear at the post-match summary meeting held at noon that as long as Chelsea can remain in the top two of the league, he will no longer impose explicit restrictions on players' drinking. This is definitely good news for the Blues players. For a moment, everyone's fighting spirit was ignited by Mourinho, and they were ready to defeat Leicester City, which was ranked second. Both have 41 points, and Leicester City only won over Chelsea by a few goals. If Leicester City can come second, why can our great Chelsea only come third? After the afternoon training, it was back to the familiar physical therapy room. Because the training today was quite intense, more than just a massage was needed after the training. Cold therapy is also needed! All Premier League team bases have liquid nitrogen freezing equipment, and Chelsea is no exception.
After opening the door, a Cryo World freezing chamber taller than a human stood in the middle. Rozovich looked at Jiang Yuan and made a gesture of invitation. "hiss……" Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, threw the bath towel on the ground, and walked in dragging his naked body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Although he had experienced liquid nitrogen cryotherapy many times, Jiang Yuan still shivered unconsciously when he went in. This is an instinctive reaction of the human body, but when it is cold, the pores on the skin will slowly shrink. This is knowledge that even children know. "Haha, how do you feel?" Rozovic was wearing a thick Adidas down jacket, the most classic black style, and it seemed that he was well prepared. “Uh uh uh, I feel really bad.” Jiang Yuan's hands were shaking as he spoke, which made him look quite funny. Rozovic put one hand on the cryochamber: "Low temperature and cold can kill your inflammatory cells. Boy, you don't want your muscles to ache after training, do you?" Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at Rozovic and said, "You have said this to me at least five times. Can I say that I have memorized it?" After staying inside for more than ten seconds, Jiang Yuan's body stopped shaking. I looked back at the temperature displayed on the freezer compartment dashboard. - 161 ℃ It looks exaggerated, but in fact Jiang Yuan had no direct contact with the liquid nitrogen inside. He used the low temperature environment created by ultra-low temperature liquid nitrogen. This low temperature environment is acceptable to the human body. Of course, this thing certainly can't be used for too long. Rozovic's phone set the timer to 130 seconds, and as soon as the ringtone rang, he let Jiang Yuan come out. "Wow! It feels good!" Jiang Yuan shook his head. After the freezing procedure, not only did his body no longer hurt, but he even felt much better in spirit. "Um...boy, why don't you put on the towel first?" Rozovich extended his right index finger, pointing at Jiang Yuan's crotch. In the dark canyon lived a giant dragon from the East. "..." As we all know, dragons are a very mysterious existence in China, and generally no one will see them. Jiang Yuan's reaction was also very fast. He had already put on the towel when Rozovic was halfway through his words. Just when the two were feeling awkward, Jiang Yuan's cell phone rang. "Then I'll leave first!" Rozovic made a "little bit" gesture with his hand in front of Jiang Yuan, and then ran away. "Fuck you!" Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand as if to catch Rozovich and beat him up, but of course he was just joking. Picking up the phone, the +86 area code gave Jiang Yuan a special feeling.
A call from He Qiongshan. The moment the call was connected, He Qiongshan's familiar voice rang out: "Dear Mr. Jin Tong, you finally answered my call." "Teacher He, it should be evening over there, right? Why are you calling me at this time?" "Ahem, it's time difference. It's 1: in the morning here. I'm mainly worried about affecting your training. Anyway, I have nothing to do these few days, so it's okay to stay up for a while." After listening to He Qiongshan's explanation, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. His family, classmates, and coaches from his school days all liked to call him in the afternoon and evening, but this time is early in the morning in China. The reason is simple, to minimize the impact on Jiang Yuan's training. As for why she didn't use text messages, Dong Huiqing said that verbal interaction with Jiang Yuan gave her a sense of security. "Okay, Master He, then you have to..." Jiang Yuan only said half of his words and waited for He Qiongshan to continue. "You're going to play a game, so you should be very sensitive to the date. What day is it today?" ??? "December 12th!" Jiang Yuan answered without even thinking. Just as He Qiongshan said, athletes who are competing are very sensitive to dates. This is just like how students and office workers can accurately tell what day of the week it is, because dates are very important to them as it relates to holidays and salary payments. "You still can't react!" He Qiongshan's voice suddenly became louder, and then suddenly became lighter the next second: "It's like this, the school has a New Year's Eve party every year, and we want to invite you to come and participate. I looked at your schedule, and your next game is about 10 days away." "Forehead……" Jiang Yuan touched his head and said apologetically: "It's not necessary. The time difference between China and London is 8 hours in winter. It's difficult to adjust to the time difference." "You can take this opportunity to go back and see your parents. Your parents returned home last week. They will spend New Year's Day here. The principal has also invited them. Your father will also be a special guest speaker." "Phew... I'll talk to the club first and text you later." …… At 1:1 . on January 6, the playground of Qingshan No. 3000 Middle School in Qingshan City was brightly lit. The stage for the New Year's Eve party had been set up, and more than teachers and students gathered here. Wang Hongming, who was sitting in the middle of the podium, picked up the microphone and said, "Dear teachers and dear students, today is a particularly happy night..." The leaders’ speeches are always boring. The students in school uniforms below the stage are not paying attention to Wang Hongming. They are looking forward to the artistic performance that will begin soon. The New Year’s Eve party is the most important event of Qingshan Middle School. It only happens once a year, so it has to be grand. But today it seemed a bit too grand. There were scattered reporters gathered outside the playground. They were all invited by the principal, Wang Hongming. The reason is: to show the physical and artistic style of Qingshan Middle School students to the society.
Backstage, Jiang Yuan, wearing a mask, sat side by side with He Qiongshan: "It makes me quite nervous..." "Ha ha!" He Qiongshan put his hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and said loudly: "There are 4 people at Stamford Bridge, and there are not even 4 people here. What's there to be nervous about?" 'This is different' Jiang Yuan curled his lips. According to the school's arrangement, he would have to speak as a representative of outstanding students. Jiang Yuan was a Buddhist. He didn't prepare any drafts. He just waited to speak. Anyway, the core is to let these students study hard. As for why it wasn't his younger classmates, after all, Jiang Yuan was only in his third year of high school. One-third of the students in the audience were the same age as him, and there were even dozens of them who had studied in the same classroom with him. Jiang Yuan looked down at his phone. It was still early, so he started chatting with He Qiongshan next to him: "How is our football team doing this year?" Calculating the time, the provincial league should be almost over in December. However, the schedule is different every year, and Jiang Yuan is not sure when Qingshan Middle School will play this season. "Hey" He Qiongshan sighed, "We made it to the finals, but we may not win. The bastards from Shishan Middle School exploited the rules and got a 17-year-old black man from nowhere." "I later found out that the black guy definitely changed his age, because I saw him on the roster of a Brazilian C-level team!" Jiang Yuan curled his lips when he heard that there would be black people coming to play in the game this year. When we played against Shishan last year, I thought the opposing head coach had a good personality, but this year he started to play tricks on the rules. At this time, He Qiongshan raised his eyebrows: "How about you come and help us play in the final? Your student status is still in Qingshan, and the Provincial Football Association has your information registered." Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at He Qiongshan and said, "You can even think of this, you are a talent." "Hahaha, just kidding. We have to save our dignity too." He Qiongshan waved his hands repeatedly. Of course he was joking. Let the current Jiang Yuan go back to school to play in the game? Let’s talk about this after Mbappe transfers to Taishan. …… (End of this chapter)