After the game, the players finished washing up in the locker room and went home.

As for what to say, when you go back to the hotel to rest and pick up the bus, it does not exist at the home court. Does staying in a hotel cost? Does gasoline cost?

Fortunately, the Ibiza players didn't think about taking advantage of the club, they were all car owners.

"White, do you want to take my car back? I bought it a few days ago." Dagstino chewed the gum and leaned against the car and sent an invitation.

"Go into my car."

"White, my car," Fabianski shouted, "I'll treat you today."

Jerrysman White Clement felt like he was surrounded by a strong warmth.

He knew that his teammates would express their gratitude and congratulations in this way, and congratulations and thank him for his two goals today for helping the team win.

"Whose car is better to take?" Clement was a little worried. He had difficulty choosing.

Bomb~

Fang Jue poked his head out of the car window and shouted angrily, "Get out, those who don't know think you are driving a Ferrari."

Then he shouted at Clement, "Come up, I'll give you."

The players laughed and left happily on their bicycles.

"Where is your car?" Fang Jue asked.

"The tire was pierced." Clement said depressedly.

"What's going on?"

"Uh, they..." Clement stammered, "After I scored that own goal half a month ago, the tires were not getting better."

puff.

Fang Jue almost burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, there will be no troublemakers who will poke your tires in the future."

"Hope." Clement said with a smile, thinking about it, and finally asked, "By the way, coach, how did you see that I have the potential and talent to score in the shooting?"

When he was on the court, he still needed to suggest himself to cheer himself up, but after scoring these two goals, Clement was full of confidence and could be said to be confident in the coach's words.

"Just because I am the youngest professional coach in UEFA." Fang Jue said lightly.

Clement was in awe.

...

Clement's home is on Nevada Avenue, and many of the people living on this street are native fishermen and their descendants on the island.

"Thank you for sending me home, coach." Clement said goodbye to the coach.

"Work hard, White." Fang Jue waved, "You will be proud of your current choices and efforts."

Clement nodded gratefully and waved goodbye to the coach.

"Baby, I'm back." Clement opened the gate and shouted.

"Dad, thank you for your gift." A blond and blue-eyed little luoli rode a baby stroller and greeted her happily.

"Baby, muwa." Clement picked up his daughter, kissed her, and looked down at the stroller under his feet.

"Dad, give it to..."

Clement took it and it was a letter.

"Mr. Clement, I am the guy who insists on poking your tires every day these days. Please forgive my recklessness and stupidity... I originally planned to buy a new bicycle to compensate you, but I don't have much money... I hope this little gift can make up for my mistake."

Clement's eyes were a little sour, and he rubbed them.

"Dad, why are you crying?"

"No."

"I just cried."

"Baby, do you remember what the guy who gave the gift looked like?" Clement asked.

"Lilika is playing a photo game, I've taken it."

"That's great!" Clement was very excited:

Oh my God, the earth, I finally caught this bastard, making me look like a fool, riding my bicycle to the training base every day and carrying the bicycle back.

...

Fang Jue returned to the dormitory.

He threw himself directly on the sofa, rolling left and right, and fell to the ground.

Hehehehe.

He ignored it at all, Fang Jue was just concerned about silly joy.

Too amazing.

A day ago, he was just a Chinese traditional art disseminator, a computer network worker, a natural vegetation refining worker, and a non-professional person for water conservancy clearance. Now he is the coach, standing on the sidelines, sitting in the coach's seat, commanding with determination, and swaying a cool and handsome coach, and he also won a 2-0 victory in the first game of his coaching career.

This is a dreamlike experience.

But this time, Fang Jue felt that he was obsessed with the job of coaching, and he liked that feeling.

When Clement scored a goal, when he politely and reservedly stretched out his right hand to the opponent's coach, his inner excitement was hard to express.

I'm in a great mood.

Fang Jue decided to give the guy who wanted to treat himself to a meal.

"Hey, Rebeto, didn't you say you wanted to treat me to a meal last year?"

...

"I really suspect that I met a fake Chinese." Rebeto said with a piece of eel meat on his back and shook his head. "Don't you know what polite words are? And that's what I said last year."

"My biggest thing is that it is simple and easy to trust people." Fang Jue spread his crab legs and had a happy meal. "Besides, you are a Spanish and you are a polite person all day long. Is this appropriate?"

As he said that, he took a sip of dark beer and burped, "Why are you coming back suddenly?"

"I'll come back and see Sophie." Rebeto looked up and looked into the distance. The night was black and the ocean was calm, but behind this calm was a black storm that would suddenly erupt.

Fang Jue said nothing to comfort himself, but just patted Rebeto on the shoulder.

Sophie is Rebeto's lover. He was killed a year ago due to drowning. It can be said that his corpse was gone. At that time, the two of them were inseparable. Rebeto would take Sophie with him wherever he went. After this incident, Rebeto left this sad place.

"It's my responsibility." Rebeto looked at the dark sea and was very sad. "I should have checked it in advance."

Fang Jue didn't speak. At this time, all Rebeto needed was a listener.

When Rebeto finished drinking the glass of wine and was about to refill it, Fang Jue got up and took the cup away.

"Enough!" Fang Jue couldn't stand it anymore, "Didn't you buy another one later? Why? Is it leaking again?"

"No, this one is very durable." Rebeto shook his head, "but, I still miss Sophie."

Get out of here!

Fang Jue didn't bother to pay attention to this guy. He suspected that he would become uncontrollable after he had been in contact with this guy for a long time.

"When did you go to be a reporter?" Fang Jue asked, and he decided to change the topic.

"How is it?" Rebeto stood up, spread his arms, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab Haifeng, then turned his head to look at Fang Jue, winking, "Today we cooperated with each other! I didn't expect that I still had such a tacit understanding after not being together for a year."
Chapter completed!