That night, Fang Jue brought a gift to the home of the club's old chairman Javier Nieto Alfonso.

"Your birthday a few days ago, I planned to invite you to dinner, but I know that many people will congratulate you on your birthday." Alfonso said with a smile, "So, I didn't join in the fun."

Alfonso was very excited, drank a lot of wine, and took Fang Jue's hand to a room to see his treasures. The old man said this was his treasure house:

This is a room of more than 100 square meters, with jerseys hanging on the walls!

"This is the signature jerseys of all the players in the thirty-three years after I bought Ibiza." The old man was very proud, his old eyes swept across the dense jerseys on the wall, his eyes full of nostalgia and nostalgia, perhaps memories.

Fang Jue suddenly felt a little sore in his nose. This stingy old man was so cute at this moment. His lifelong love for the club and Ibiza was on this wall.

Back at the dining table, Mrs. Alfonso apologized in a hurry, saying that the old man had drunk too much.

"Shut up, I'm not drunk!" Afangsuo scolded his wife.

Mrs. Alfonso glanced at the old man, then lowered her eyebrows and said with a pleasing look, "Okay, okay, you're not drunk."

Finally, when Fang Jue said goodbye, he left, drunk Alfonso insisted on sending him away in person, and held Fang Jue's hand and said, "My biggest concern in recent years is the team. I often have nightmares and dreamed that those guys from Besot asked me, how is the team? I was very scared, and I was afraid to tell them that the club is over, bankrupt, and Ibiza is gone, I am afraid... Now, I feel relieved, but I am not satisfied. I once told Besot that bastards that our Ibiza is going to win the championship, and I am a liar... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Looking at Chairman Alfonso who was crying like an old child, Fang Jue was at a loss.

Also, Chairman Alfonso mentioned the name Besotto twice in a row. Who is this?

"Mr. Chairman, you wake up," Fang Jue shouted, "Oh, don't wipe my trouser legs!"

Mrs. Alfonso wiped the corners of her eyes and came up to hug Mr. Alfonso, "Old man, you're so shameless!"

Fang Jue was shocked.

Then Mrs. Alfonso said to Fang Jue again, "Be careful on the road."

After walking two steps, Mrs. Alfonso came to her senses and hugged her old man. The other party nodded slightly and bowed, "Thank you."

Looking at the sturdy Mrs. Alfonso, the princess hugged Chairman Alfonso, who was not thin, slowly and carefully walked back to the courtyard. Fang Jue was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly felt that this scene was really beautiful.

"Mr. Chairman." Fang Jue suddenly shouted, "Champion! I will bring you a championship! The Copa del Rey in Spain, how about it? You will invite me to have a drink at that time!"

Without an answer, Fang Jue saw through the window that Mrs. Alfonso was busy taking care of the drunk old man.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The sound of the whistle of a ship on the sea in the distance came. Fang Jue looked up and saw the lights of the lights on the sea flickering...

...

Ibiza has sent a fax to the Premier League Manchester City club, asking for the purchase of the team's contract to expire in half a year, and has not received a reply from Manchester City yet.

As for Dong Fangfang, after learning that Ibiza would not promise the main position, it was said that the player's agent was very angry and said, "Mr. United's star didn't give the main player in the Spanish Second Division team, and his mind was in trouble." However, it was just a rumor after all, and Fang Jue ignored it.

Ms. Roberta is still in contact with Chelsea, and there is no more progress for the time being. Ms. Roberta is friends with Granovskaya, the personal assistant of Chelsea club owner Abramovich, which can play a certain role. However, the key to the problem now lies in Marclayle himself. The player's personal wishes are the most decisive, so this will eventually be a tug-of-war.

On 0th, Ibiza away against Espanyol in the first leg of the Copa 16, the day before the first leg of the Copa 16 in the away game, in the morning.

Fang Jue is leading the team to train as usual.

Fang Jue called for a pause.

"Malco, think about it yourself, how should you make a choice just now? Is it a pass, a breakthrough, or a shot!"

"Robert, you're running too early!"

"Pierre, you either pass the ball or shoot the ball. Who told you to pass Ayala!" Fang Jue laughed and scolded, "You just want to taste the feeling of being captured alive by Roberto?"

There was a burst of laughter on the training ground, and even Aubameyang laughed himself. This was a very optimistic and cheerful young man, and he would not be unhappy because of being exposed. Moreover... this is a fact, he had no choice, he just wouldn't be able to surpass others.

At this moment, Fang Jue saw the club chairman Rebeto, who had not seen him for a few days, appearing on the training ground, and he was surrounded by his former general manager Savage.

Fang Jue handed over the training to assistant coach Sebalus, walked over by himself, and Rebeto appeared on the side of the training ground. He must have something to do with him, otherwise this guy would rarely come to the training base.

And what made Fang Jue strange was what Savage did when he came to the training base?

...

"Mr. Chairman." Fang Jue and Rebeto joked, "You actually came to the training base in person, which is rare."

Rebeto responded with a rare smile when he didn't smile. He looked at Fang Jue, "Fang Jue, bad news."

"What's the matter?" Fang Jue asked when he saw Rebeto's serious expression and stopped joking.

"Mr. Javier Nieto Alfonso, honorary chairman of the club, passed away." Rebeto said with a straight face, "I just received a call from Mrs. Alfonso."

Fang Jue was stunned for a moment. He suspected that something was wrong with his ear, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Alfonso has passed away." Rebeto patted Fang Jue's shoulder, "The matter has been confirmed."

"It's a myocardial infarction." Savage said with sad expression and red eyes, "What happened last night, the doctor said Javier was walking peacefully and didn't suffer much pain!"

Fang Jue was stunned, stunned. What did he just hear?

Chairman Alfonso.

That old man.

That stingy old man.

The old man who loves clubs better than everything.

The old man proudly took him to visit the treasure house made of hundreds of jerseys on four walls.

The old man who called him to drink two days ago and wished him a happy birthday, but ended up getting drunk and cried like a child while holding his legs.

The old man passed away?

Now let's go?

How is that possible!

...

"Javier's funeral will be the day after tomorrow. Mrs. Alfonso invites you to attend. She said, Javier must be very happy to see him off." Savage patted Fang Jue's shoulder and turned to leave. This old minister of the Ibiza Club, an old minister of the Alfonso era, was in a state of dismay at this moment and almost fell down when walking.

"The day after tomorrow, all the players of the team are going to attend the funeral." Rebeto said, then patted Fang Jue on the shoulder and turned around and left.

Fang Jue returned to the sidelines with stiff steps. Although his eyes were looking inside the field, he did not focus and looked confused.

"What's wrong, Fang?" said assistant coach Sebalos.

"Sol, what would you feel if we won the King's Cup championship?" Fang Jue finally came back to his senses and asked.

"This is impossible," said Sebalos.

"Don't worry, it's impossible!" Fang Jue was excited and raised his voice and said, "I mean, we won the King's Cup, are you very happy? Very, very happy?"

"I will! Even if I die, I will live a laugh." Sebalus didn't understand why Fang Jue asked this question. He saw that Fang Jue was in a bad mood and finally answered honestly.

"Very good, very good." Fang Jue murmured to himself, Old man, I promise you, I will definitely do it, you will watch happily in heaven and smile.

"Fang, what's wrong? What happened?" Sebalus asked.

"Chairman Alfonso has passed away." Fang Jue's tone was plain and he could not see sadness, but it also made people feel the sadness of the speaker.

"What?" Sebalus widened his eyes. He looked at Fang Jue, and then he was silent when he saw the other party nodding.

Both of them stood on the sidelines, silent and without saying a word.

On the training ground, the players were a little distracted, and Sebalus was about to say something, and then he heard Fang Jue's roar of rage.

"What are you doing? Concentrate on training! Mata, you passed the ball so casually just now!"

"Aubameyang, your eyes are caught by the dog, the goal is there!"

"Farreco! What were you thinking just now?"

The entire training ground was filled with Fang Jue's roar...

Thirty-three hours later, they will go to Barcelona to challenge the La Liga giants away, currently the third place in the La Liga!

The day after tomorrow, they will attend a funeral and say goodbye to an old man.
Chapter completed!