"Hooray!"
"Hooray!"
When Li Ang told the players that the match with Vallecano would be played at El Molinon Stadium, the entire locker room was quiet at first, then erupted into loud cheers.
All the players went crazy. This news was too sudden for them, and it made them too excited.
The goalkeeper, Manuel Pastell, suddenly covered his face. He forced himself to calm down, not to cry, not to embarrass himself.
However, this big man who was crying still succeeded in attracting everyone's attention.
"I'm sorry — I!" Pastell was just about to say something.
Javier Blanco came over and hugged his teammate.
Everyone now knew the story of this goalkeeper teammate. His grandfather was a carpenter, and his father was a carpenter. This child from a small carpenter family dreamed of playing football for Sporting de Gijón. His dream was to one day play football at El Molinon Stadium to comfort his grandfather, a die-hard Sporting de Gijón fan …
Blanco came over and hugged Pastell. "Manuel, today, our goal is in your hands."
The big goalkeeper nodded vigorously.
Then, the striker, Álvarez, came over and hugged the goalkeeper. "Manuel, the goal is in your hands!"
After Álvarez, all the players came over and hugged the big man.
Li Ang stood at the side and watched all of this quietly.
He was very gratified.
Fernandez wiped the corners of his eyes. "It's so touching."
Paller was a little emotional. The atmosphere in the team's locker room was simply too good. This was unimaginable during Osvaldo's time. He glanced at Li Ang. All of this happened after his colleague from China came.
*****
When all the teammates hugged the goalkeeper, Li Ang clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
The locker room quieted down, and everyone looked at their manager.
"Manuel!" Li Ang looked at the young goalkeeper and said with a smile, "Our goal is in your hands!"
Wow!
Oh oh oh oh oh!
The players were stunned at first, and then burst into loud cheers. They waved their towels vigorously and whistled!
Fernandez and Paller looked at each other. Just one sentence, a simple sentence, was enough to make everyone explode. This ability was beyond their reach.
Li Ang smiled as he watched everyone cheer.
When the cheers died down, he clapped his hands again, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
The players looked at their manager.
"Did you all bring your cell phones?" Li Ang asked.
Everyone was a little surprised. They didn't know why the coach asked this, but they still answered the coach's question. Some nodded while others shook their heads.
Those who nodded had brought their phones, while those who shook their heads either didn't bring their phones or didn't have any.
In 2004, mobile phones were not yet a necessity. Some children from ordinary families did not have mobile phones, such as Juan Carlos.
"Those who have mobile phones will lend them to those who don't have mobile phones." Li Ang said, "Because you may need your mobile phones later."
The players looked at Li Ang in surprise. They didn't understand what the manager was going to say.
"Today's match against Rayo Vallecano." Li Ang paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face. He suddenly raised his voice, "This match will be broadcasted live on Spain's national channel 5!"
The players were completely stunned.
"It's a national broadcast!" Li Ang added.
Rumble!
Oh oh oh oh!
The entire locker room exploded.
"Live broadcast?!"
"Oh my God! A national broadcast! "
"Did I hear wrongly?"
"I want to make a call. I want to call home!"
"I want to call Lucy. She's in Valencia. She can watch me play football!"
The players were extremely excited.
Li Ang waved his hand, indicating for them to make the calls.
There was another round of cheers. All the players took out their mobile phones and dialed excitedly.
Juan Carlos was at a loss. He could communicate happily with his teammates and integrate into the team quickly. However, he was a child from the slums. When such a material difference appeared, the child would feel worse. It was a normal mentality. He did not have a mobile phone. His mobile phone was with his sister. He had been calling his sister through the public phone in the dormitory.
"Take my mobile phone and call your sister." Li Ang passed his mobile phone to Carlos.
Carlos took the mobile phone and entered his sister's number. However, he saw the name 'Alice' displayed on the screen.
He glanced at Li Ang.
Li Ang shrugged, indicating that he had his sister's mobile phone number. What was so strange about it? Don't be so sensitive, kid.
Carlos glared at Li Ang and dialed his sister's mobile phone.
*****
Alice was at home. To be exact, she was at Li Ang's house, entertaining two guests who had come from afar.
Shakira and her agent, Miss Betty, looked at Alice in surprise. They did not expect the writer to be such a beautiful girl.
Even Shakira, who had always been confident in her appearance, had to admit that she was a little jealous. Alice was younger and more youthful than her. Age was a topic that women were most reluctant to face.
Alice was also surprised. She was not a music fan, but she was not ignorant. She had heard of Shakira's name and had also listened to the Colombian female singer's songs. She felt that they were good.
She also did not expect that the writer would be Shakira. She was also surprised by Shakira's beauty. She looked sexier in real life than on TV.
She also did not expect that when she boldly said that she could not go to Madrid and that if possible, she could only meet in Gihon, Shakira on the other end of the phone would actually agree.
Miss Betty glanced at Alice, who was as beautiful as a fairy, and then glanced at Shakira, who was extremely charming. These two women each had their own beautiful charms.
Miss Betty knew why Shakira agreed to come to Gihon so readily. The reason? Boring! That's all!
Anyway, she was now on vacation, so she could go anywhere.
Moreover, Shakira only asked why she could not come to Madrid, and Miss Alice's answer was that she had no money and no travel expenses.
Shakira and Betty were very surprised, and Shakira, who was extremely bored, rushed from Madrid to Gihon because of this curious reason.
The attentive Miss Betty noticed that Alice did not live in this house alone. There was a pair of large slippers at the door and an ashtray on the coffee table in the living room.
*****
Coffee was served to the two guests.
Alice did not hesitate at all. The girl went straight to the point and said, "I'm very sorry, but I still have to explain in advance."
Her manager, Miss Betty, smiled and nodded, motioning for her to continue.
Shakira, on the other hand, looked on with interest.
"These lyrics were actually not written by me." Alice said, "However, the lyrics do belong to me. A friend of mine gave them to me."
Miss Betty glanced at Shakira, then turned back and said, "Then, this song is a song …"
"It is indeed a song," Alice said. "My friend wanted to give me the music score, but I didn't want it."
Miss Betty became anxious and was about to speak, but Shakira coughed and motioned for her manager to calm down.
"There is no music score," Alice said. "However, my friend sang this song for me, and I recorded it."
Betty breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that there was a recording of the song.
Shakira suddenly said, "Your friend must be a man."
"How did you know?" Alice asked.
Miss Betty smiled and pointed to the ashtray on the coffee table.
Alice's little face immediately blushed.
However, Shakira shook her head. "I didn't pay attention to these. The reason why I came to this conclusion is because this song should have been written by a man. This is my intuition. This song has his story in it. "
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