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Chapter 816

Chapter 816

When a group of Manchester United veterans joked with each other, the Carrington training base kicked out.

"crunch~"

A sharp sound suddenly sounded, a black taxi came from a distance at lightning speed, and then it flicked its tail beautifully, and suddenly stopped on the side of the road. Even the ground has several obvious traces.

"Ha, Bingo, the destination has arrived! Welcome to the great Carrington training ground!"

Hilrat snapped his fingers, then lit a cigarette on his own, looked at the pale young man in sunglasses lying on the back seat, and "kindly" reminded, "Here, there is a trash can over there. you can……"

Before the words were finished, the car door was suddenly pushed open, and Fan Bizhuang rushed to the trash can on the side of the road, leaning on the railing and vomiting like a sea.

"Damn it! This bastard...vomit..."

"I swear, I must blow his face...I...vomit..."

While vomiting and venting his dissatisfaction, Fan Bizhuang at this moment finally understood the meaning of the term "Manchester City Car God". You can only see it in the F1 formula in the book. This guy is purely a lunatic. Safety concerns, as well as concerns about pedestrians on the road.

Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way, but Fan Bizhuang's stomach couldn't take it because of the bumps and shakes so badly that he vomited as soon as he got out of the car.

When Fan Bizhuang was extremely resentful, Hillat walked up to him with a bright smile on his face, a cigarette in his mouth. Regarding Fan Bizhuang's "threat", Hillat just shrugged and said that he didn't care: "I believe you can put a flower on my face—but that's when you're in good physical condition. Now, can you do that?"

"..."

Fan Bizhuang gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the other party. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and smile wryly.At this moment, not only was his stomach upset, his hands and feet were a little weak after going through the bumps and violent shaking of this journey, let alone a fight, he probably even walked wobbly.

"Don't let me see you again."

Fan Bizhuang could only say a harsh word without any real meaning, then took out a few euros from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

It's okay to be unhappy, but the other party dragged him to the destination after all, and if you work, you will gain. Fan Bizhuang would not choose not to give the other party the reward he deserved because of his own dissatisfaction.

"Well, thank you boss." Hilrat grabbed the banknotes without counting them, and put them in his pocket directly, "Tips if you have more, you know, us taxi drivers who get up early and spend late at night Earning some hard-earned money, tips from customers, no matter how much, are still extra income, which can improve life, maybe you can order an extra dish when you eat out."

"..."

Fan Bizhuang was completely speechless at the rogue driver in front of him, and couldn't stop rolling his eyes.

"Okay, buddy, spit it out slowly, see if you see, there is the gate of the training ground, usually at this time, the training ground is open to the public, you can go in, just find a staff member, he will tell you how to train Field." Hilrat flicked out the cigarette butt that was almost burning out with his hand, and patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, "Don't thank me, I am very professional, ha, I am a happy A good driver in Manchester City who helps others. Tell you this, it will be considered as your reward for tipping... Oh, yes, this is for you. "

Hilrat rummaged through several pockets of his clothes and trousers, but he still couldn't find what he wanted, so he turned and ran into the car. After searching, he ran over again and took a crumpled note Stuck it into Fan Bizhuang's coat pocket.

"Although you may be very reluctant to see me again, who knows what will happen in the future, maybe you will need a car? ... Ha, here is my business card with my phone number on it, what you need Just call the number above. Don’t worry, buddy, as long as I’m around, I’ll be there for you.”

After finishing speaking, Hilrat turned around and returned to the car, stuck his head out and yelled at Fan Bizhuang again, "Goodbye, buddy! Remember, Manchester City welcomes you!", stepped on the accelerator, and ran away in a hurry , and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.

"This guy……"

Seeing the little black dot gradually disappearing into the distance, Fan Bizhuang shook his head, but his impression of this very individual taxi driver changed a lot. Well, although he looks a little ugly, his temper It stinks a bit, the service attitude is mediocre, the speed of the car is a bit too fast, and everything else seems to be reluctant, at least, it is still conscientious for work.

This kind of "good impression" only lasted for less than half a minute. Fan Bizhuang, who always felt that he had forgotten something, suddenly patted himself on the head and shouted: "My luggage...Damn bastard!"

……

The driver of a black taxi was driving on the road at high speed. There was deafening rock music playing in the car. Hillat was controlling the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette in the other, shaking his head from side to side from time to time.

"Why do you always feel as if you have forgotten something?"

Hilrat shook his head, thinking hard to the sound of "Bang bang bang~", but he just couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it. Since I can't remember it, it must not be something important, so it doesn't matter."

He popped the cigarette butt out of the car smartly, and saw a pedestrian waving on the side of the road, and stopped the car. Arms covered in tattoos and a face full of flesh were sticking out of the window, showing a professional smile: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The mother and daughter waiting on the side of the road were frightened by such a "sinister" smile, and the young daughter was even frightened and cried.

Hilrat touched his big bald head depressedly, and said with a smile: "Do I look so scary..."

……

In the training ground, a group of people were still chatting and spanking.

"Hey, hey, can you stop talking about me? Although the Dutch team lost in the final, I am very sad, but it has nothing to do with me. I didn't go to South Africa, and it wasn't me who scored the goal. Guard... Ha, I’m not bragging, if I were standing in front of the team’s goal, it’s really hard to say what the final result would be.”

"Anyway, I'm not talking big. I'm not afraid of Fan. If it's a direct confrontation, I have full confidence in myself."

Although he is not young, he can't admit defeat no matter what he says. His teammates set fire to him, and Van der Sar quit immediately, patted his chest and boasted nonsense.

The old guys burst into laughter, and Neville followed suit, putting gold on his face: "That's the truth. After all, he is still a young man, a junior, we have to make way, don't hurt his self-confidence, so ah , I didn't give my best in the previous competition!"

"Ha, Gary, I found that your skin is getting thicker. Well, what I mean is, I only played a small half of my strength before. If Fan Dare and I have a speed duel face to face, I will share I will teach him to be a man in minutes!" Giggs also clapped his chest.

A group of veterans, who used to have an attitude of "not accepting the old", now overturned their own conclusions, and started to fart again. A group of people laughed and played, having a good time.

If any fans saw this scene, their eyeballs would probably fall out—this group of famous and glorious big stars did not expect such a funny face in private.

"Gary!"

"Gary!"

Neville was still talking and talking, when suddenly there was a shout in the distance, he looked up, and outside the fence on the sidelines, a young man in sportswear and sunglasses was waving at him.

Neville was stunned for a moment, only to feel that it looked familiar. He rubbed his head and recalled it carefully in his mind.

Giggs patted him on the shoulder: "Gary, why are you in a daze? There are fans calling you, ha, the training camp has not officially started yet, and there are not many fans here. That guy looks like yours." Die-hard fans, why don’t you go over and give someone an autograph.”

"Sign? Sign you big-headed ghost! It's almost the same if I ask him for an autograph! His current reputation is much louder than that of an old guy like me!"

Neville finally recognized who the young man in the sunglasses was. With a look of surprise and surprise on his face, he slapped his old friend's palm away and ran over with a "whoosh~".

"Hey, Gary, what are you crazy about?"

Giggs yelled at his back in confusion.

"Idiot! Didn't you recognize it? He's Fan! Fan came to Manchester early!"

The voice came from afar, and Giggs and all the old guys were stunned. After careful observation, except for the large pair of sunglasses, it seemed that it was the one who had made them eat up in the game. Bitter boy?

A group of people suddenly screamed and ran over in unison.

The players of the second team who were jogging on the field looked inexplicable. They wondered what kind of madness this group of seniors, who were serious and awe-inspiring outside, had a lot of different brain circuits from normal people. They looked curiously. Followed by a group of "Old Immortals" yelling and rushing to the fence.

"Hey, Fan! Ha, it really is you. Why did you come to Manchester early? Isn't there still a few days left before the official signing? Could it be that you can't wait to join Manchester United and become one of us?"

Neville laughed and greeted Fan Bizhuang through the fence, and was startled when he saw Fan Bizhuang look weak, "I said, is there anything wrong with you kid? Why do you look so uncomfortable? "

"Don't mention it, it's nothing serious, just a little soft, just take a rest." Fan Bizhuang took off his sunglasses, waved his hand, and remembered what his friend C. Luo said to Neville when he needed help, and said to Neville , "Do me a favor, it's like this, I met an unscrupulous driver on the way here, my luggage..."

(End of this chapter)