Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

2009/10/28

Headquarters of Marca, Spain.

Reporter Qin Luoyun took the manuscript he had just written and was about to hand it over to the editor-in-chief for review.

There were thick dark circles on her delicate face, it was obvious that she did not have a good rest last night.

After coming to Spain for two years, this is the first time he stayed up late for a football article.

Colleagues have already sent out yesterday's key news, the report of Real Madrid's lost game.

But she was the only one who came home alone, and the lights in the study were lit all night.

An extremely professional and in-depth analysis of Real Madrid's intensive schedule in the past month, including the game status of each player.

There are even various rumors about the locker room, pre-match news about the players, and the formation of the head coach.

It can be described as extremely detailed, but part of the page was given to that Chinese man Lin Di.

What's more, it was preached that it was because of him that Real Madrid suffered this humiliating defeat.

The editor-in-chief crossed his legs and looked at Qin Luoyun with a smile, "Wow, are you serious? Now readers, who would like to read this kind of boring data analysis?" He adjusted his glasses and continued.

"The rumors about the locker room and those big-name lace news can be kept. As for the third-level team, there are no Chinese people. Everyone doesn't care about this, ok?"

Hearing the editor-in-chief's words, Qin Luoyun couldn't sit still, "But this is the core reason. If you delete them all, it will be just side news."

"Yeah, but don't the audience just like to watch this? Taking advantage of the fact that Real Madrid is still losing the game, wouldn't it be nice to take a break?"

The editor-in-chief stood up, walked around behind her, tapped her shoulders with both hands, and signaled her to sit down.

"I know that you are both Chinese, and it is normal for you to help your compatriots, I can understand that.

However, it must be based on respect for the facts. "The editor-in-chief continued to hold Qin Luoyun who was about to stand up, and continued talking in her ear.

"What is journalism? It's the sales of newspapers. We are not CNS or Lancet. To hell with those boring data, to hell with those personal emotions.

Can you understand?Dear Qin? "

Hearing this, she fully understood that this was no longer the Marca newspaper she was familiar with.

In addition to chasing fame and fortune, they also distrust Huaxia people.

Squeezing out a beautiful smile, "Okay, editor-in-chief, I'll modify it according to your request immediately." After speaking, Qin Luoyun withdrew.

When she returned to her work station, she was emotionally on the verge of explosion. She took a step back and thought about it more and more, and the more she thought about it, the more she suffered.

She thought of the big brother in China who once took her with her, picked up the phone, "Brother Li, it's me, Luo Yun, I have a report..."

……

Lindy got up consciously early in the morning.

This is a habit developed by the body's biological clock. After breakfast, he has already arrived at the fitness center.

At this time, the time was only 07:30, but Picasso, the club's uncle, was used to it.

For two years, this young man got up as early as he did every day.

The whole morning passed in a blink of an eye, and when he came out of the gym, he found that the head coach Ander was waiting for him outside.

Seeing Andel who couldn't wait, Lindy understood in his heart, "Good afternoon, boss."

"Oh, dear Lin, do you have time for a chat?" Ander suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and forced a smile on Lindy.

"Of course, boss, to your office?"

When the two came to Ander's office, Lindy found that the assistant coach Robbie was also there, holding a document in his hand and looking at him with an aunt smile.

"Well, Lin, you performed very well in yesterday's game, so the club intends to give you another chance..." Ander was about to pua, but was interrupted by Lindy.

The man in front of him had never treated him so nicely in the past two years. This was the first time in history, and Lindy only thought it was a little funny.

"Sorry, boss, I don't intend to renew the contract."

"In the future we... what? What did you say? Not to renew the contract?" Ander planned to talk about the future with Lindy, but Lindy refused without listening to his conditions.

Lindy looked at Ander calmly, without speaking.

"I think I must have heard it wrong, Lin, what we are talking about is your long-awaited renewal. We plan to give you the highest salary in the team: 3000 euros, which is equivalent to a million Chinese dollars. How? The club is It cost a lot of money." The smile on Ander's face became more and more embarrassing, and the speed of his speech became more and more urgent, he didn't know what went wrong.

The Huaxia man in front of him has never faced himself so calmly in the past two years, not to mention that he has already given the team's highest weekly salary of 3000 euros.

Lindy was so indifferent that he couldn't figure it out.

He had no choice but to look to Robbie for help, and the situation was beyond his control.

After yesterday's game, all the fans, including the club's top management, have accepted Lindy.

No, I shouldn't say I accepted Lindy, but I should say I was completely overwhelmed by Lindy's performance.

If he can't be signed and let him go as a free agent, then his position as head coach will not be secure.

Assistant coach Robbie is helpless. In fact, his relationship with Lindy is very ordinary, and they don't even chat with each other.

"As you can see, Lin, the current highest salary in the team is Borja's 2100 euros. We are a small team, and we can give a weekly salary of 3000 euros, which is already the standard for a second-tier team. I hope you can Think carefully about it."

Robbie's words are more like a coping, very official, and specifically mentioned that Alcor is a small team, as if to remind Lindy.

Ander, who was on the side, still looked at Lindy expectantly. In his impression, most Chinese people only recognize money.

Looking at them, it seems that they will not be released if they don't sign a contract today, Lindy secretly smiled.

I still remember that last week, Lindy was also in this office, begging Andel to give him another chance.

The results of it?Ander didn't speak, and just quietly enjoyed Lindy's performance for nearly half an hour, as if Lindy's begging could give him great psychological satisfaction.

It's really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

Immediately, Lin Di got up straight away, showing a harmless smile on his face, with a sincere face, "Thank you for your [careful cultivation], but our contract expires tomorrow, I think, I should go back and tidy up. "

After all, he turned around and left, not caring that Ander's face behind him had turned livid, and he didn't forget to close the door before leaving, which seemed very polite.

After walking a few steps, there was already a faint roar coming from behind the door, followed by the sound of something fragile falling.

In the past two years, every time Ander was in a bad mood, he would take Lindy under the knife and beat him to pieces in front of everyone.

That angry and mocking ugly face is still fresh in my memory.

Many times, Lindy thought about leaving, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Before he came out, he knew what the domestic environment was like, and he broke through all the shackles before coming to Spain.

He, absolutely don't go back to that dye vat!

This is his oath, and it is also Lindy's oath now!