The Midfield Master

In 2013, Xia.

"The following is a news that Xia Ze, a player of the Guangzhou R\u0026F Youth Team, has been spotted by Manchester United's legendary coach Sir Alex Ferguson and will be transferred to Manchester United. He is worth 18 million pounds. In the new season, he will wear the legendary number 7 jersey of Manchester United."

A slender young man wearing a suit with the Manchester United logo appeared in front of the screen. He had a straight nose, piercing eyes, and his complexion was dark due to long-term training.

He is Xia Ze who is about to transfer to Manchester United.

Xia Ze walked briskly into the press conference hall. The flashlights of dozens of reporters kept flashing in the conference hall, and the focus was on this talented player from the East.

Entering the conference room with Xia Ze was Manchester United's David Gill and coach Ferguson.

After the three sat down, most of the reporters' questions were for Ferguson and Xia Ze, and very few questions were asked about David Gill.

"Sir Ferguson, may I ask why you signed Xia Ze and gave him the No. 7 jersey? You must know that he has just turned 18." A reporter asked.

"Xia Ze has a very good football talent, he will become the best Asian player. He will become an outstanding player like Rooney, I am very optimistic about him." Ferguson replied with a smile, so far he is in a good mood.

"Aren't you worried that he will become the next Dong Fangzhuo or Beibei?" A male reporter looked at Ferguson and Xia Ze with a malicious smile on his face.

Ferguson's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at the anxious man with sharp eyes, which seemed to be enough to kill him.

"Are you a fan of Liverpool or Manchester City? Manchester United has always had a good tradition of signings. Why don't you focus on Van der Sar, Rooney and Little Pea? Even if you are not a Manchester United fan, you should know that we There are far more successful signings than failures!"

The audience was silent, everyone knew that Ferguson was angry, and no one dared to offend the legendary coach. The reporter's face turned pale like a pig's liver. He wanted to make things difficult for Ferguson, but he didn't expect Ferguson to be so powerful.

"the vast horizon is my love……"

When the scene was dead silent, a series of ringtones rang, Xia Ze frantically took out the phone from his pocket, glanced at it before hanging up.

However, the string of ringtones eased the atmosphere of the press conference, and a reporter asked Xia Ze a question.

"Xia Ze, your transfer this time is very surprising, let alone that you can get the No. 7 jersey. Are you afraid that you will be overwhelmed by the significance of Manchester United's No. 7 jersey like Valencia did?" collapse?"

"I have been a Manchester United fan since I was a child. It can be said that it is my dream to join this great club..."

"the vast horizon is my love……"

Xia Ze's unique cell phone rang again, interrupting his own answer. Picking up the phone, it was Zhang Wei again. This guy made two calls in a row. Don't you know that I'm launching a press conference now?

Xia Ze hung up the phone again angrily, and even pressed the power off button for a long time to turn off the phone, so as not to be disturbed again. He could already feel that Sir Alex Ferguson's face became more ugly beside him.

"Aze, are you still sleeping? Get up quickly, we're going to be late!" A rough voice suddenly sounded at the press conference. Xia Ze's knockoff phone has been used for many years, and the buttons have been malfunctioning. At this time, the power off button has become the answer button!

And it was directly in the hands-free mode, and the sound of Zhang Wei's broken bowl resounded throughout the conference hall.

Embarrassment appeared on Xia Ze's face, and he could even feel the murderous aura emanating from Ferguson from the side.

"Why are you calling me? I'm developing a press conference, and Ferguson is beside me!" Xia Ze whispered to Zhang Wei on the phone.

"Open the Nima press conference, Ferguson has retired! Don't dream, get up, we're going to be late!" The rough voice still reached Xia Ze's ears through the hoarse speaker.

When Xia Ze heard the words "Ferguson has retired", he was suddenly shocked, looked up,

What caught the eye was not the gorgeous lighting in the conference hall, but the yellowed ceiling.

Turning his eyes to look around, the narrow room, the messy clothes, and the walls covered with star posters, what kind of press conference is this, it is Xia Ze's own room!

"Come down quickly, your grandpa won't let me go upstairs." Zhang Wei's voice sounded again.

Xia Ze was only fully awake at this time. Today is the day to play a teaching match with the Guangzhou Evergrande youth team. It is said that scouts and coaches from Real Madrid have come to investigate. Even Manchester United, which is playing a warm-up match in Hong Kong, has sent scouts. Observe the players of the two youth teams.

Manchester United scouts come to see their game! This opportunity must not be missed!

He turned his head and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, and realized that it was only before 7:00 in the morning, and there were still two hours before the 9:00 meeting time. It was enough time to walk there. Zhang Wei was even more nervous than himself.

"Why are you in a hurry? Although there will be scouting coaches from Real Madrid and Manchester United watching the game, you don't need to knock on my door before 7 o'clock, do you?"

"What is 7 o'clock? Look at what time it is, we are already late!" Zhang Wei was furious on the other side.

Xia Ze looked at his phone, and at 9:25, he immediately sat up from the bed in fright!

Let me go, why is the alarm clock slow for more than two hours!

At this time, he couldn't sit still anymore, he turned over and got out of bed, and hurriedly packed his jersey, sneakers and other sundries. And Zhang Wei's rough and hoarse voice kept ringing in his ears, making this already sweltering summer even more irritating.

beep……

Xia Ze pressed the disturbing Gionee Voice King, picked up his stuffed satchel, ran down the stairs, and walked out of the house under the displeased eyes of his grandfather.

A big man with an anxious face and a height of nearly 1.9 meters was waiting for Xia Ze outside the door. He was Xia Ze's friend Zhang Wei.

The two walked through the narrow alleyway, and the sunlight leaked through the corridors, cutting the dark alley into pieces. The faint smell from the trash can, mixed with the dust in the air, mixed into an uncomfortable smell. In addition to avoiding the air-conditioning water dripping from the upstairs balcony at any time, they also have to make way for the tricycles loaded with goods from time to time.

While trotting, Xia Ze lightly rubbed his temples, trying his best to recall the dream just now, for fear that he would forget any details of it.

But thinking that it was Ferguson who held the press conference with him, and thinking that sitting on the Manchester United coaching bench was Moyes whose skin was wrinkled like a bun, he was convinced that he was indeed dreaming just now.

Five minutes later, the two turned left and right, and finally walked out of those narrow alleyways. The sun was shining brightly, and a summer breath came over them. Xia Ze didn't have time to bask in the sunshine like in the past, so he headed sullenly and ran towards the entrance of the subway station on the left.

"It's too late, let's fight." Zhang Wei grabbed Xia Ze.

"A fight? It costs more than 50 yuan from here to the sports center!"

"Today's teaching match was attended by scouts and coaches from Real Madrid. Isn't this opportunity worth 50 yuan?" As soon as he said that, Zhang Wei stopped a taxi and dragged Xia Ze into the car.

"Master, please come to Tianhe Sports Center." Zhang Wei told the taxi driver the location, then turned to look at Xia Ze and said, "You pay the fare today, if it wasn't because you slept like a pig, would we rush like this?" ?”

"I don't know, I went to bed early last night, but my head is still groggy." Xia Ze leaned on the seat and patted his head.

He obviously set two alarm clocks last night, but neither the phone nor the alarm clock went off today. What's even more outrageous is that the time on the alarm clock was more than two minutes behind.

Looking down at the electronic watch on his wrist, it was already past 9:30. At this time, the coach was probably already sullen, sitting in the locker room and waiting for the arrival of the two.

Thinking of the coach's gloomy face and harsh methods, Xia Ze couldn't help shivering.

Seemingly aware of Xia Ze's worries, Zhang Wei's cell phone rang as expected.

"Zhang Wei! Where are you and Xia Ze!? The game is about to start, do you want to miss this opportunity for nothing!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Wei seemed that the vicious woman had appeared in front of him, and he replied with fear, "Sister Xiaolin, I'm calling Xiaoze, we're almost there, we're almost there."

"You answer the phone for him." Xiaolin's voice softened slightly.

"Hey, Xiaolin, it's me." Xia Ze took the phone.

"Aze, why can't you get through on your mobile phone? Where are you now?" Xiaolin's voice became softer, and she couldn't be connected with the voice that yelled at Zhang Wei just now.

"Uh...you know, my Voice King often fails, we are rushing over here, and we should be able to arrive before the start of the game."

"Well, that's good, come on quickly, the coach is very angry. Stop talking, goodbye."

"Understood, bye."

Xia Ze hung up the phone and turned to look at Zhang Wei, seeing his surprised face, Xia Ze shrugged helplessly, women are really fickle.

"Master, how long will it take to get to Tianhe Sports Center?"

"It's hard to say. It might take an hour if it's fast, or it might take a long time if it's slow." Master said slowly.

"What!?" The two were taken aback when they heard the words, and quickly looked out the window, only to see a car queue leading to the sky in front of the road, with no end in sight, and the taxi they were sitting in also slowed down.

"Master, take a detour." Xia Ze said decisively.

"Young man, it will cost dozens of yuan to detour." The master looked at the two of them disdainfully from the rearview mirror.

"Go around!" Xia Ze gritted his teeth and made the most important decision in his life. Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 188 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 388 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 188 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 388 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 88