In recent games, the best player in Chelsea team has been Zheng Zhi, even when Drogba got a penalty kick and hat trick.

This time Drogba finally won the best, and the best in the game. However, what Zheng Zhi said in the locker room changed his mind, and Zheng Zhi said he could do better.

He was not so confident at first, but now with Zheng Zhi, he feels that he can improve further.

Although he is not young, 26 years old, at the best age of his career, it was not until he came to Chelsea that he truly was on the road to success.

On the plane back, Drogba sat next to Zheng Zhi, recalling his past.

"I was born as a wild football player and I have been honing my initial skills on the streets outside Paris."

"Until 14, I still didn't decide whether to play football as my lifelong career. I once played basketball and later decided to concentrate on my studies. However, my initiator Longkar taught me to participate in training on time and no longer eat McDonald's, a food that is not good for strengthening the body."

"At the advice of Longkar, I finally showed my strength in the French Youth League. From 14 to 18, I often scored 20 to 25 goals in one season. In 1998, Paris Saint-Germain wanted to sign me who was only 20 years old at the time, but Longkar suggested that I "better go to a smaller ball first and hone it."

"This decision has been a 6-year bump in me: Le Mans, Gugan, Marseille... At the age of 27, I changed 8 clubs before I came to Stamford Bridge."

It sounds like Drogba was a little bit complaining about his mentor's advice back then. He could have directly joined Paris Saint-Germain and perhaps could have reached the peak of his life, but he has been going through so many years.

The career of a professional player is not long. At the age of 26, according to normal estimates, there are only a few good years left. So it is understandable that Drogba is a little sad now.

Zheng Zhi patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as you are self-disciplined enough, your monster-like body can be kicked for a long time."

"Age sometimes has no effect. Some people retire before the age of 35, while others can play until the age of 40. There are many such players in Italy."

Others were also quite emotional. They had similar experiences with Drogba in their previous life. Even though he was much worse than Drogba, Drogba was able to come to Chelsea at least, but he could only go to Charlton, which was not at the same level at all...

"Brother, we Chinese have a saying that "accumulating strength and making progress". Without those training, you may not be able to block the gods and kill the gods now, and the Buddhas will block the Buddhas and kill the Buddhas."

"What does it mean to block the gods and kill the gods? Buddhas and kill the Buddhas?" Drogba didn't understand many of Zheng Zhi's words very well.

"Ah, no one can stop it, haha!" Zheng Zhi laughed and explained Chinese to Drogba. It would be better to teach him to sing Liu Dehua's song...

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The two men walked out of the London airport with their suitcases one after another, and there were many Chelsea fans in front of them. It was obvious that Chelsea fans were very happy about the victory. Before the players arrived, their screams broke the tranquility of the late night.

A young man rushed out suddenly and stood in front of Zheng Zhi, holding a blue Chelsea suit in his right hand.

"Hey, Zheng, can you sign me?"

The security guard at the scene immediately came over, grabbed the guy with a low figure, and pulled it out with force.

"Please, I just want him to sign me, let me go!"

The young man wanted to struggle to get rid of the security guard, but he was not strong enough and was still dragged away from Zheng Zhi.

"Let him go,"

"It's just about signing me, there's no need to do that."

The security guard is completely unnecessary. Isn’t it just asking for an autograph? It’s not like driving people out. Besides, the airport is not as lively as the vegetable market at this point, so what order can be maintained?

After hearing Zheng Zhi's words, the security guard finally let the young man go.

The young man was overjoyed and rushed to Zheng Zhi with his blue Chelsea jersey.

"Thanks,"

"You're a great man."

The young man was very excited.

"If possible, can I write a line of words? My friend is your loyal fan." The young man made a new request.

"Why didn't he come in person? What should I write?" Zheng Zhi immediately understood when he heard this. It turned out that he was not his fan, but just helped his friend ask for an autograph, but he still communicated with the other party patiently.

"He can't come. He is lying in the hospital now, and maybe he can't come out forever." The young man's face immediately dimmed.

"Ah..." Zheng Zhi used his heels to think about it and knew what was going on. Perhaps he was a serious ill friend.

"Young man, don't be so pessimistic, he will get better." Zheng Zhi comforted him, and then wrote a paragraph in front of the jersey.

"I wish you a recovery soon, Zheng Zhi and your friends"

Then, Zheng Zhi stopped and looked at the young man:

"May I have your name?"

"Jamie."

"Jamie Valdy."

"oh,"

Zheng Zhi lowered his head again and continued to follow the sentence just now, "Jamie Valdy is supporting you, come on!"

After finishing writing, Zheng Zhi's mind came to his senses, then he looked at the young man again, and then looked at the name on the jersey.

"What's your name?"

"Jamie?"

"Jamie Valdy?"

"Are you Jamie Vardy?" Zheng Zhi asked again, a little excited.

Jamie Valdy was a little stupid now, a little confused? He touched his head and nodded seriously.

"Yes, I'm Jamie Valdy, what's wrong?"

"Well, I understand." Zheng Zhi's eyes locked Jamie Valdi tightly.

The outline is very similar, it is definitely the legend of Valdy, the future Leicester City and England. He actually met Valdy when he was young!

This guy should be playing football in a semi-professional league now, right?

At this time, Drogba shouted in front:

"Hi, Zheng, it's time to leave."

Zheng Zhi did not respond to him, but took out a piece of paper from his backpack and told me your mobile phone number.

Vardy was a little confused and confused. The star asked him for his phone number?

But he blurted out and told him the phone number.

"I'll call you."

"Wait for my call."

"tomorrow."

"Let's go see your friends together."

He didn't say he wanted to play football with Vardy, as this would scare Vardy, but he couldn't miss Vardy, so he took the initiative to ask for his phone number.

As for what happened next? Everything will become very simple...

"I'm not in London!"
Chapter completed!