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September 22, 2003.
At eight o 'clock in the morning, Qin Xiong stood outside the Ajax training ground, as if it was his first time here. He smiled, appreciating everything in front of him.
Almost a month ago, he came to the Netherlands. Four weeks ago, he joined Ajax.
Free agent, youth team, reserve team, first team!
In less than a month, he had completed a three-level jump in the Dutch football flag club!
The first team's morning training would start at nine o 'clock. At this time, no first team players had arrived at the club's training ground. The staff in charge of the locker room walked into the locker room and pasted a brand new name tag on the unused wardrobe: Qin Xiong.
Of course, it was in English letters.
Then, a brand new Ajax jersey was hung in the wardrobe. There was no number or name on the back. Because Qin Xiong's transfer to the first team was a sudden decision, the club could only give him a standard jersey today.
The jerseys for the youth team and the reserve team were roughly the same, but there were also differences. Therefore, Qin Xiong would receive a new jersey today. As for the official jersey for the competition, it would be rushed out for him within two days.
Qin Xiong, who was still wearing sportswear and reluctant to buy new clothes, was the first player to come to the locker room in the morning. He looked at the room, which was obviously more exquisite than the youth and reserve team's locker rooms, as if it exuded a different atmosphere.
He walked slowly in front of the wardrobe and looked at the name tags on it. There were different jersey numbers and names on the back of the jerseys. The fighting spirit in his heart surged!
Ajax's first team roster is as follows.
Goalkeeper: Lobonte (main player), Stekelenburg (substitute), Boschkel.
Defenders: Grygera, Trabelsi, Heitinga, Eskuder, Van Damme, Pasanen, Maxwell.
Midfielders: De Jong, Galasek, O 'Brien, Van Der Vaart, Snede, Pienaar, Litmanen.
Forwards: Sikora, Sotars, Sonk, Midia, Ibrahimovic.
Now, one name had to be added to the lineup of geniuses: Qin Xiong!
Qin Xiong finally stood in front of his wardrobe. He put down his shoulder bag, unzipped it, and took out a handkerchief. Then, he carefully wiped his wardrobe again. Regardless of whether he wiped it or not, the effect seemed to be the same. It was originally very clean.
But he still did it very seriously, put away the handkerchief, and began to change his clothes.
On the chair in front of the wardrobe, there was a neatly folded training shirt.
He took off his sportswear and shoes and changed into a training shirt. He locked the wardrobe and left the locker room. After asking the staff, he went to the gym to warm up before training.
After 8: 30 in the morning, cars of different grades drove into the parking lot of the training base. Other than the staff, only a small number of reserve team players and most of the First Team players drove here. With the salary of a First Team player, it was easy to buy a car. The only difference was the grade of the car.
Most of the players who came to the team's locker room in casual clothes automatically ignored the wardrobe in the corner. They did not notice that the wardrobe had a name tag attached to it.
As usual, everyone was doing what they usually did. Some were listening to music, some were relaxing, some were chatting, and the clique was still very obvious. Those who fit in would talk loudly, while those who did not fit in would wait quietly in the corner.
When training was ten minutes away, the locker room door was pushed open from the outside and someone walked in.
The players in the room immediately looked at the person because they subconsciously thought that all their teammates had arrived. At this time, the person who would enter the locker room should be the coach, urging them to start training.
But when they saw the person clearly, everyone stopped what they were doing. It was as if time had stopped.
Ibrahimovic, who only had a pair of underwear to cover his private parts, was about to put on a pair of training shorts when he saw the Asian youth walk in. He was wearing a training shirt and a towel around his neck. Sweat dripped down his cheeks as he walked to the wardrobe that did not belong to anyone. Ibrahimovic could not help but murmur, "Seriously, I've seen a ghost!"
In the blink of an eye after putting on the jersey, Van Der Vaart suddenly saw the Asian youth who had come to the locker room a month ago. He was instantly stunned.
He was here again?
And the situation was a little strange!
He was wearing the same training shirt as them and was in front of a wardrobe with personal items. He opened the bag inside and put the towel inside …
The other teammates also stared at the Asian youth who had "left and returned."
They saw him take out a water bottle from his shoulder bag and drink a few mouthfuls of water. Then he put away his items and closed the wardrobe. He turned around to face everyone and said calmly, "Hello, I'm Qin Xiong. I've been promoted from the reserve team to the First Team today and will be training with you."
Although Qin Xiong liked to be alone, he would still take the initiative to introduce himself when necessary. Moreover, football was a team sport. It was difficult to integrate into a group if you did things your own way.
Most of the people in the room looked at each other.
Reserve team?
Sorry, they really did not pay attention!
Even if Ajax was not included in the reserve team, there were more than 200 youth players in this huge training base. As First Team players, they stood at the top of this internal competition system!
They had no interest in "overlooking all living things." Because their own income was worlds apart from the players in the other echelon, they did not spend time paying attention to the lower echelon. If they had the time, they would rather enjoy the entertainment in the world of sensual pleasures.
Instead, Snede and Derong seemed to have confirmed something through their eye contact.
They had heard a little about the disturbance caused by an injury in the youth team a week ago. They only knew that the person who had injured someone was an Asian player. As for the details, they were not interested in learning more. To put it bluntly, it was just a fight. What was the big deal?
But now that they saw Qin Xiong for the second time, they could not help but associate him with Qin Xiong. They were sure that their guesses were not wrong.
The short winger, Sikora, remembered the last time Qin Xiong came here, Ibrahimovic's clamor. He winked at Ibrahimovic and whistled.
Ibrahimovic quickly pulled up his shorts and walked in front of Qin Xiong, as if to settle old scores. "You really dare to show up again! Kid … "
Before he could finish, Qin Xiong interrupted him.
He raised his chin slightly and looked into Ibrahimovic's eyes. With a calm expression, he said, "If you really don't like me, we don't need to argue here. It's meaningless. What do you want to do? Right now, I, Qin Xiong, am standing in the Ajax First Team locker room. My wardrobe is next to it. I am a part of this place. I will not leave until I reach my goal. So, you don't have the right to tell me to leave. So, what do you want to do? "
Ibrahimovic's expression was very unhappy. "I want to beat you up!" he said in a low voice.
Qin Xiong turned slightly and gestured in the direction of the door with his hand. "Okay, let's go outside now and have a fight in front of everyone. No matter who wins or loses, after the fight, don't harass me again!"
Ibrahimovic was stunned.
He had never thought that Qin Xiong would be so … straightforward!
To be honest, at this moment, Ibrahimovic's opinion of Qin Xiong had clearly changed.
The last time they met, he had only wanted to tease Qin Xiong. Later, he was angered by Qin Xiong's "avoidance" and "disregard" reaction. In the end, it was because he had lost face in front of his teammates!
But now, Qin Xiong was suggesting that they go outside and have a fair fight as a way to resolve their inexplicable conflict. This was actually in line with Ibrahimovic's style. Rather than entangling and playing tricks behind his back, he might as well say it out loud and use a man's method to resolve it!
Now, he was riding a tiger and had no way to back down.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Qin Xiong. Moreover, Ibrahimovic believed that if they really fought, he would definitely win!
He had the strength of a black belt in karate!
But if he ran out and fought with Qin Xiong, it would definitely cause a commotion.
And this fight would definitely be inexplicable!
In the eyes of outsiders, they would definitely think that Ibrahimovic was "bullying" the outsider Qin Xiong!
It would be unreasonable and ungentlemanly. He might even be punished by the club.
Between them, there was no conflict that required them to fight.
At most, it was the first time we met, and I didn't like you.
Ibrahimovic was speechless. He didn't know how to respond to Qin Xiong.
If he really fought, the gains would not make up for the losses.
If he didn't fight, it would seem that he was scared!
F * ck, you stinking brat, you're really stubborn. Why are you putting me in a difficult position?!
The Dutch players in the locker room were already overjoyed. At this moment, Ibrahimovic looked like he had been beaten in front of Qin Xiong. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.
As the captain, Van Der Vaart did not step forward to resolve the situation. He was eager to see Ibrahimovic's speechless and conflicted appearance.
In the end, it was the 30-year-old veteran Galasek who stepped forward to "mediate."
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