Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0410 What about love?
Chelsea changed its owner, and without waiting for reporters to discover it, Catherine quickly held a press conference to announce that the Boleyn family had taken over Chelsea.
The day after the press conference, The Times published the news, and also published in red bold letters a sentence that Catherine said at the press conference: "I swear on the honor of the Boleyn family that I will lead Chelsea to restore its former glory."
The common people of Eagle Country were not too fond of the nobles, but Chelsea fans were ecstatic about Catherine's words.
On this day, people were talking about Chelsea in London's cafes, restaurants and bars, and some were imagining what they thought was Chelsea's best lineup.
In general, Chelsea fans are optimistic about Catherine's entry into Chelsea, and they are not averse to her taking over.
Chelsea's situation is already bad enough. Without any rich players coming in, the team is about to face disbandment. The fans are holding their breath to see what Catherine can bring to Chelsea.
Don't be in a hurry to curse or throw wine bottles.
Nan Yi racked his brains and remembered that the old Sir's name was Ferguson, and he seemed to be a very awesome coach.
When Catherine heard Nan Yi mention this name, she immediately knew who it was, and ran to the Aberdeen Football Club to invite Ferguson, who is still the "young Sir Alex Ferguson", to take charge of Chelsea. Before she even offered any conditions, she mentioned this idea, and the other party said in return: "Thank you, but I have been a fan of Manchester United since I was a child, and I am waiting for Manchester United to call me."
Later, when he found out, Nan Yi couldn't help but erase the "Cao" in Cao Cao's name. When Ferguson went to Aberdeen to coach, there was a clause in his contract with the club - if Manchester United asked him to transfer, Aberdeen had to let him go unconditionally and could not charge a transfer fee.
Damn, he is really a die-hard fan of Manchester United. He watched Manchester United games when he was a teenager, wanted to play for Manchester United when he was young, and became a coach in middle age, just waiting to lead a team at Manchester United.
If Ferguson doesn't come, Nan Yi can't think of a second suitable head coach.
As far as he could remember, there were only a few football team coaches left. One of them was the head coach of the German team, the one who ate booger... he couldn't remember his name, and that was many years later. God knows where he is now or what he is doing.
The key is that he can't remember the name and can't find it.
There are also two others who have fallen to the point of being head coaches for the Human Relationship Team. I guess their levels are just so-so, so there is no need to look for them.
There is also a hair blower expert, well, forget about that, he is still peeing and playing in the mud. Besides, even if he is grown up, why do you need to ask him to blow his hair? How can you see his face clearly?
Nan Yi thought about it and couldn't help but cover his upper lip with his lower lip, and blew his hair left and right seven times in a row. With the blessing of his own fairy energy, his hair stood up and became as hard as steel.
Standing up from the chair, Nan Yi stretched his strong old waist. It is said that when it is full, it will overflow. Last night, he got up secretly to wash his pants. His second baby is about to be born, but he can still draw the western hemisphere. He has to give himself a thumbs up.
Ring, ring, the phone rang. After Nan Yi answered the call, he was confused.
It was crazy, absolutely crazy. After Catherine failed to get Ferguson over, she immediately invited another coach, but he still didn't come. So she invited a salesman in a shoe store in Italy because the salesman worked as an auxiliary coach in a small club after work.
Is this a broken jar?
"Isn't it obvious that Catherine doesn't treat her own money as real money?" Nan Yi thought about it and realized it wouldn't work, so he hurried to Boleyn Castle, intending to find Catherine to question her.
Killing all the way to Catherine's study, Nan Yi was greeted by a pair of innocent eyes.
"Where's Yami?"
"She went to the club to clean up the accounts and adjust the staff ."
"Oh, why don't you just get a coach?"
"Adam, do you know what a good coach is?" Catherine didn't care about Nan Yi's harsh question and said calmly.
"I don't know, but I know that those who can make it must have real talent and knowledge."
"But the famous coach didn't come, so I could only find the unknown one, Mr. Arrigo Sacchi from Italy. I don't know where he got the news from, but he took the initiative to call the club, got my phone number, and then talked to me for a long time.
As for his love for football, I can tell that he really loves it. Adam, you are not a football fan, you don't understand the love that real fans have for football.
He also talked to me about what he would do if he became the head coach. He spoke in great detail. His qualifications were not good, but he made a cross-border phone call for more than three hours just to recommend himself to me.
I could have easily rejected him, but I couldn't. I invited him to come over and talk, and I would cover his travel expenses. Whether I would use him or not, I had to talk to him, just for the love of football. ”
"Passion?"
These two words made Nan Yi unable to open his eyes.
Once upon a time, he was also a passionate young man who could do anything for his passion.
But in the end, life smoothed out his edges, and he not only had to deal with the immediate reality, but also had to face dog shit and the rolling winter thunder in the distance.
He learned to sneak onto the train without paying the fare. He learned to say "I bought the ticket" against his will when facing the microphone of an interview on the train. He learned to pretend to be blind and dumb. He learned to sing praises to capital.
But he forgot what love is.
He gave up his passion and his true self, and gained a lot - he got very low housing prices; he no longer had to look for a job and his life was stress-free; and if he liked a girl, he didn't need to chase her, she would come to him just by beckoning him.
Yes!
All of this will happen.
But what about passion? Where is passion?
"Catherine, do whatever you want. You and Yamei have the final say on everything in Chelsea." After saying that, Nan Yi turned around in a desolate manner, picked up his feet, and moved out step by step.
Catherine noticed that something was wrong with Nan Yi, so she quickly stood up and ran to him, asking with concern, "Adam, what's wrong with you?"
Nan Yi showed an ugly smile and said, "Nothing, I was awakened by you, and I want to be quiet and think about what I love. By the way, don't ask me who is Jingjing."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm sure ." Nan Yi waved his hand, "I'll come see you tomorrow."
Catherine stood there, watching Nan Yi leave, thinking: "It turns out that he also has moments of weakness."
After hesitating for a moment, Catherine chased towards Nan Yi again.
She wanted to comfort this man, comfort him properly.
After catching up with Nan Yi, Catherine hugged Nan Yi from behind and put her face on his warm back.
Nan Yi was stunned for a moment, then stood still quietly.
The two of them stayed like this for a long time, so long that a spider was weaving a web on Nan Yi's head, and so long that two flies found the wrong place to reproduce.
Catherine's fingers moved very lightly, and tapped tentatively on Nan Yi's chest drum, and then, as if stroking a flute, she stroked it up and down.
The naughty fingers made Nan Yi irritated. He wanted to calm the fingers down, so he turned around suddenly and blocked the other person's mouth with his mouth.
"Woo, woo, woo," Catherine murmured.
Slowly, the murmurs became louder, and Nan Yi also began to echo - woooo, what's more, what's more!
A train departing in the warm spring derailed, hit the bedroom door, rolled several times, and finally came to rest in the waves.
An old man named Matthew listened at the door of the bedroom for a while, then walked away, came to the stairs, and made the sign of the cross on his chest, "Lord, please bless the Boleyn family and protect the Boleyn family from passing on."
The school beauty sitting on the sofa on the first floor hummed a folk song from Bac Ninh Province - bèo dat may troi [White clouds are floating and duckweed is flowing].
