Football: From becoming a god-level striker

Before the match against Liverpool, Zhao Gang invited his teammates for a dinner.

This time, it is not only to enhance the relationship, but also to celebrate that I won the Golden Boy Award.

Of course he spent the money. Although he is only 19 years old, he still has a lot of money in his account. His salary and business contracts have already reached tens of millions.

Originally, he wanted to spend some money on investing in the football school, but Boss Xu took over the matter of spending the money, and with the involvement of the Manchester City consortium, the money suddenly had no place to spend.

Zhao Gang looked at the balance, even if he didn't do anything now, he would go to work every day and earn interest, which would be enough for his life to be free and easy.

However, he doesn't have much pursuit of money. Otherwise, based on the information he knows, he can already make a lot of money by just buying some World Cup European Cups. Why bother playing football so hard?

Since you can do it all over again, you can't let go of this opportunity.

He must realize the dream of his previous life and make the name Zhao Gang a legend in the football world. He can also use his influence to make some contributions to the already rotten Longguo football.

The night before the game, his teammates all went to the rented place of Zhao Gang. He is no longer the same as he was in Norwich. When he came to Manchester, with the help of Perrin, he rented a super-large house, even with a swimming pool and gymnasium.

The whole backyard is enough for these people to gather together.

Including Guardiola's coaching team, as well as the team doctor.

Erin wore a very bold and elegant evening dress, showing a very proud figure.

She also looked at Ollie in a strange way.

Everyone gathered together to congratulate Zhao Gang for winning the Golden Boy Award.

At the same time, let's celebrate Manchester City's brilliant record this season.

This is already the best start in the history of the entire Premier League. The once brilliant Manchester United has not created it, nor has Arsenal, which has created the longest unbeaten record in the history of the Premier League.

Aguero, who has scored 28 goals in the [-]th round of this season, is no surprise, and can break the Premier League single-season scoring record.

Now he is headed towards the most glorious moment of his career.

The person he would like to thank the most is of course Zhao Gang, who felt a little smug after drinking some wine.

In front of Oli, he hugged Zhao Gang and kissed him.

Oli felt cold all over her body, looked at Aguero's kissed face, and after a while, she had to wash Zhao Gang's face well, otherwise she wouldn't be able to speak.

Zhao Gang also trembled a bit. This guy was too enthusiastic. He used to put his arms around his head, but now he just opened his mouth.

"Brothers! Let's raise a glass to Zhao! My Premier League golden boot, Manchester City's Premier League title! He brought it all, he is my best brother...except for Leo...he is the best player... ..." Aguero raised his voice, and suddenly felt that he had said too much. He glanced at the people nearby and blinked, "Of course, there are all the hard work of everyone, teammates, team doctors, coaches..." Ah Quiro's voice became lower and lower, he spoke his mind, but something didn't feel right, didn't this betray his good brother?

So many people have heard it, no matter how good the relationship between teammates and coaches is, they still feel a little petty in their hearts. He praises Zhao Gang so highly, and some people will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Everyone knows that Aguero is telling the truth, but it's a bit awkward.

He's your best brother, what about us?

He's the best player, what about us?

Although it is true, it is too bad to say it.

Guardiola shook his head, Aguero, this guy, performed quite well on the court, but this character and this mouth are not very reliable.

"Well said." Guardiola clapped his hands vigorously, and everyone present applauded, which seemed to break the unnatural atmosphere.

Next, Aguero even performed two shows, and he had to sing Argentine songs. Although everyone didn't understand, but the rhythm could still keep up. If Guardiola didn't stop him, Aguero could sing all night.

His enthusiastic and direct character, although sometimes his words may not be euphemistic, but his teammates can understand, respect and like him very much. This should be the strongest attacker in Manchester City's history.

Poor De Bruyne was dragged on stage by Aguero and sang a song, which made De Bruyne anxious, his face flushed, and he scratched his head.

He can't activate the atmosphere, and he also understands Aguero's thoughts and wants to make him and his teammates better united.

De Bruyne has great skills and is recognized by his teammates on the court, but he can't let go of it in private. There is a strange gap between him and his teammates. Aguero hopes that everyone, whether on the court or in private, Can have fun.

Only in this way can we have stronger cohesion.

Rather than what Neville said, Manchester City is just a group of mercenaries.

In the end, it was Guardiola who ended the party because there was still a game against Liverpool and he should take a good rest.

Aguero hugged Guardiola with the strength of alcohol, Guardiola was sullen, and a group of people suffocated their laughter, not knowing what to do.

"That's what the coach says, Zhao, you can't take the coach with you at the next meeting, okay?"

"Must~must~d!!" Without waiting for Zhao Gang to respond, Aguero yelled by himself, and the Longguo dialect improved again.

In the end, everyone went home except Aguero.

With Guardiola present, no one else dared to drink too much, but Aguero drank too much himself.

He was a bit helpless, so he could only sleep in Zhao Gang's place, and he kept his arms around Zhao Gang, determined to sleep in a bed.

He kept yelling that he wanted to introduce the most beautiful girls to Zhao Gang. The big girls in South America were definitely exciting enough.

The supermodel of Brazil and Argentina is absolutely top.

When he returned to Argentina to participate in the competition, many big girls wanted Zhao Gang's contact information.

The footage of Zhao Gang being stripped of his pants in front of the camera has spread to South America.

That size, paired with his unsolvable physicality on the court, is mouth watering.

The big girl from South America has never had much contact with Asians. Seeing Zhao Gang's performance, she wanted to try something new.

"You don't need to be responsible. Let me tell you, brother, Ollie won't know. We will follow the original plan. We told Ollie to take you to the Argentine Derby, and I will make it clear for you by the way!"

Aguero sat on the bed and opened his eyes slightly, his voice suddenly lowered, as if he was afraid that Ollie would hear it.After speaking, he plopped down on the bed.

Zhao Gang stood beside her, her face was turning green, and she glanced back, Oli cocked her hips and tilted her head, staring at Zhao Gang's eyes as if she wanted to eat someone.

"He's drunk, with such a big mouth, he dares to say anything! He will never do such a thing, and I will never do such a thing."

"Then how did he say it was according to the plan? And you said that you want to go to Argentina to watch the national derby the most. You want to go to Argentina the most, not to watch the derby, right?"

"It's broken, I can't explain it clearly." Zhao Gang walked up to Aoli.

"Then what should I do?" Oli looked at Zhao Gang with a half-smile, and her big eyes became clearer after drinking some wine.

"I can only use a trick."

"what!!"

With a scoff, Ollie's blue evening dress was torn apart by a pair of big hands.

With this figure, who wants to be a supermodel!

"You're crazy, you..." Oli stretched out her hands nervously to cover her, tilted her head and glanced at Aguero on the bed.

"He can't see it again." Zhao Gang's thick body completely blocked his sight, and he pushed Aoli out of the room. As soon as the door closed, he was about to carry Aoli back to the bedroom when Aoli held on to the wall with one hand.

"I'm going to be here."

Zhao Gang turned his head and glanced at the door, "There are people inside."

"He can't see it again."

……

The next day, Aguero, who was sober, took a shower, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Aguero went downstairs and saw Zhao Gang and Aoli were eating, so he sauntered over to him and sat beside Zhao Gang, his eyeballs rolling around, walking back and forth on Zhao Gang and Aoli.

He held it in for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "I drank too much last night and fell asleep in a daze. I seem to remember getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, but I didn't seem to get up... Maybe it was dream."

"Well, what happened?"

"In a daze, I heard someone calling for help outside the door... That voice seemed to be beaten badly... Was it a dream?"

Zhao Gang was still eating the bread calmly. Oli shook her body, thought of something, and said unconsciously, "oh, mygod!"

Aguero's eyes widened, and he slapped the table, "It's this voice, and it's the same sentence! It's worse than this, it sounds like I'm dying!"

Ollie covered her mouth, a little flustered.

"You are dreaming, she is not doing well!"

Aguero rubbed his head, maybe it was really a dream, but why did he dream of Ollie's voice?

Somewhat strange.

……

On the training ground, the atmosphere is better than before.

In particular, De Bruyne was forced to sing a song last night. He was ashamed and lost at home. He let go of a lot of burdens and talked and laughed with his teammates.

Aguero still thinks about dreaming from time to time.

He not only heard oh, mygod, but also the voice for help.

Crying, please, please, I'm dying... please!

This dream is too real.