Football: Signing in at the beginning is a reactionary kick and a quick shot

Chapter 360

"I see, please tell Mr. Van Gaal, I am grateful that he has placed such trust in me."

"Well," Davies continued, "let's move on to the second thing, earlier Mr van Gaal had a two-hour closed-door meeting with the senior management of the team, which gave the team more budget and higher prize money in the transfer window, but the corresponding team also has a higher goal, we have to win the Premier League or reach the last four of the Champions League, and we have to try to win in cups such as the FA Cup.

"I understand." Chen Huan's tone was calm.

He certainly knows how difficult it is to win the Premier League again or reach the last four of the Champions League.

But he didn't care.

He wants to be the best player in the world, at least one of them, and he has to compete for these accolades that give him points, and his goals coincide with the goals of the team, and nothing makes him happier than that.

'You sound confident, which is a good thing, Mr Van Gaal thinks the training starts earlier than usual this season as the team competes for defending the league and making a breakthrough in the Champions League.

"When."

"Fifteen days later."

"I'm okay, I'll be at Carrington Training Base on time."

"Then I don't have a problem here, I hope you make good use of your last fifteen days of vacation." Davis and Chen Huan exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

Timothy, who was on the couch, turned around and asked, "Is there something going on with the team?" "

This season we have to train intensively early and we have 15 days left on our holiday."

"It's a pity that it's the first time I've learned about Yi. Summer in Dali is so charming. Timothy picked up the snack on his plate, "Would you like to have one?"

Chen Huan's hand had already stretched out, but it was controlled and retracted.

Timothy, who was holding the plate, had a puzzled look on his face.

"From now on, I'm going to control my diet."

"It's better to finish this piece and start again." Timothy narrowed his eyes and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Chen Huan shook his head and went to the shoe cabinet to take out a pair of running shoes that he usually used for morning jogging.

"I'm going to go for a run, do you want to go together?"

Timothy shook his head and spread his body on the sofa, "I'll forget it, I just want to lie down for a while now." "

......

Law. Country.

At a home for street children in Marcy, Martial and several other celebrities born in Massy are moving boxes of supplies they buy from trucks in front of cameras.

After all this, the children of the orphanage gave them ice water and towels.

"Thank you." Martial touched the head of a young boy.

"Brother, will you transfer to Manchester United?" The little boy wearing a 13/14 season Monaco shirt asked in a whisper.

Martial heard the words but a trace of bitterness in his heart, this matter is not very clear, originally the transfer of everything went smoothly, but in the final stage Manchester United hesitated to make a move, and with Paris Saint-Germain center Cavani in the same league scandal, which made Martial, the transfer "insider" can not see the future situation.

"Please stay in Monaco." The little boy prayed softly, "We can only watch the game here."

Martial didn't say anything, just rubbed the little boy's head.

After finishing this public welfare activity, he didn't even go home, he closed the car door directly in the parking lot and called his agent.

"Hey, my dearest gentleman, can you tell me clearly," said Martial urgently, "in which club does my future lie in?" "

Be patient, Martial." The agent's voice was tired, "I'll give you an explanation."

"Sir, I have never questioned your professional competence, but now I have begun to question it."

"Hey, you can't blame me for that. Everything was going well, but I can't blame Manchester United for being slow to make a suitable transfer offer in the final offer. "

Listen," Martial said solemnly, "I don't mind playing in Ligue 1, but if it's possible to go to a bigger platform, I won't give up."

"I understand, I totally understand. Martial, be patient, I will coordinate things between the two clubs and will ensure your interests to the greatest extent. But I also need you to continue to be calm and patient, especially not to put pressure on the club, you should know what I mean?!

"I know, get this done as soon as possible, see you later." Martial shouted angrily and hung up the phone.

"Boom—"

A thunderous sound shattered the heavenly dome.

Martial raised his head and looked out the window, the blue sky did not know when it was shrouded in clouds, and the world under the sky dome darkened.

"Damn it..." Martial slammed the steering wheel of the car hard.

Three days later, Martial received a call from his agent.

"Is there any progress on my transfer?" As soon as the phone was connected, Martial asked eagerly.

"Hey, I'm sorry to tell you..." the agent's voice sounded slightly muffled, "United withdrew all offers fifteen minutes ago. "

What?"

'They withdrew their latest offer, even though it was an offer that the club couldn't accept.' The agent said, "Manchester United have abandoned their intention of bringing you back to the Premier League. "

What?" Anthony Martial raised his voice.

He was a little confused.

Ever since he learned that the club was discussing his move with Manchester United, especially after the agent and the club had high expectations for the transfer, he began to share it with friends and team-mates.

Even at the height of the transfer scandal, he followed Manchester United on social platforms.

The attention also led to many media reports, when everyone said that Martial's departure to Manchester United was almost a certainty.

"I know it's not good news, but unfortunately, that's the reality." The agent said, "But I will continue to help you find other higher platforms, maybe Liverpool, maybe Juventus."

"I see, bye." After Martial finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

He silently looked out the window, took out his mobile phone a moment later, quickly logged into his social platform, and unfollowed the official Manchester United account in the following column.