The Midfield Master

"Well, do you want to sign the Chinese name or the English name?"

When Huang Yifei signed it, he suddenly thought of this.

"You are Chinese. Naturally, you have to sign your Chinese name. Of course, you can sign both if you want. I don't care."

The old man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and this smile was very warm.

Okay, Huang Yifei put the old man's clothes carefully and clenched them up, and then seriously signed a word on the old man's clothes.

Because it was the first time that someone signed an autograph, and the old man on the other side would give Huang Yifei a strange feeling.

Although he was a cleaner, the words and deeds of the old man made Huang Yifei seem to be facing the superior. It was like Huang Yifei faced the principal when he was in elementary school.

Therefore, Huang Yifei signed it very seriously, and wrote his name seriously, and also wrote an English huang under his Chinese name.

After Huang Yifei came abroad, he did not deliberately take any fancy English names, but instead used his own surname.

Most people in the Netherlands can speak English. Huang Yifei did not learn Dutch any further after he mastered the daily conversations in English for two months.

However, I have basically mastered English in just 2 months. This also reflects Huang Yifei's strong learning ability from a side perspective.

"Thank you, boy, you sign for me. It seems that this dress can be sold for a good price." The old man lowered his head and looked at the jersey carefully, and then joked.

"Hahahaha, my signature is not well-known. You want to sell it. I think it's worth a meal now." Huang Yifei was a little surprised at first, but he blatantly said that he wanted to sell the clothes he signed. Fans are too incompetent.

Fortunately, Huang Yifei has a strong ability to adjust, and he laughed at himself.

"No, no, young man, I think your jersey is hard to buy in the future."

"My little old man, luck is good, just ask for the signature of a future world superstar, what kind of cleaner I will do in the future, and I will have nothing to worry about in the days to come."

After speaking, he patted Huang Yifei on the shoulder.

"Haha, since you think so, then I will definitely not disappoint your expectations."

"When I become a world star, will you still be willing to sell this dress?" Huang Yifei is no longer humble. He has such confidence to become a world-class player.

"Let's talk about it when you become a world star"

The old man also continued.

"It's late, young man, I have to go first." The old man chatted with Huang Yifei for a while, but the floor of the room was not cleaned.

"The next time I see you I hope it will be at home, after defeating Juventus. You celebrate in the dressing room."

The old man tidyed up his clothes and lowered his hat.

"By the way, don't you tell me your name, old sir."

"You can call me Nilander. Goodbye young man."

Huang Yifei watched Nilande leave the locker room.

"Hey, wait, your room hasn't been cleaned yet, so you will be deducted from your salary.\"

Huang Yifei waved his hand in the direction where Nilande was going, but no sound was heard.

Just as Huang Yifei was considering whether to help Nilande clean up, Aunt Sam, who had always been responsible for the hygiene of the locker room, had already walked in.

Huang Yifei breathed a sigh of relief. With Aunt Sam, he doesn't have to worry about cleaning or not.

"By the way, Aunt Sam, do you know a cleaner named Nilande"

"Oh, there are more cleaners here, who knows Nilande, my health is getting worse and worse recently, I will get tired when I bend over and drink, I don't know when I can do it."

"That won't work, Aunt Sam, you have to rest too."

"No, I have a rest who will clean the locker room for you guys, boys, if you want to win the Champions League, I can't go to Italy with you, I'm here waiting for you to come back."

Huang Yifei didn't continue to struggle with the question of who Nilande was. Aunt Sam's words made him feel a kind of confidence, what he was worried about, he had countless backings.

Huang Yifei sorted his clothes, put his training bag on his back, and walked out the door.

Tomorrow, I will go to Italy with the team. For Huang Yifei, the Champions League is a long-awaited event of the Champions League. Maybe soon, he will be able to play in the Champions League.

Huang Yifei clenched his fist.

"Park Ji-sung, what's going on with you lately, it's only three games, that China is about to climb on your head! A Chinese! Oh my God, it's really hard to believe, isn't this country like China that can play football? The World Cup also depends on luck, Park Ji-sung, what the **** is going on with you."

Park Jixing was sitting on the sofa in his house drinking water calmly, watching Park Youchong in front of him jump up and down in the room almost crazy, venting his dissatisfaction.

When he stopped saying that he was crawled on top of his head by Huang Yifei, Park Jixing squeezed the water glass, and anger projected in his eyes again.

"The Chinese, I don't know what's going on. He was promoted from the youth team to the first team within 2 months. He was obviously not so strong in training."

When this sentence was said, the scene of Huang Yifei circling him in Marseille came into his mind again, but in the previous training, Huang Yifei did not be so strong. It is in line with his ability to be promoted from the youth team.

"But I don't know how to play so well during the game, Hiddink, we all know, you also know who he is."

But he is a Chinese, Pu You kept chanting this sentence in his mouth.

"Okay Dad, no matter who he is, football is still a matter of strength. If I can't play in the future, I might consider switching back to another team."

Park Jixing is helpless. In the current situation, he has already seen that Hiddink is biased towards Huang Yifei,

For example, Park Yoochong, who is over 50 this year, is already a professional football player.

Now I never thought that my son was going to be compared by a Chinese

This is a great shame.

"Don't worry, I will talk to the company. You must know that if you can't play, they have signed a contract with you. You are now representing the entire Asian football. If they lose you, they don't know what they will do. What a loss.

"As for Huang Yifei..."

Pu Youchong lit a cigarette, and his eyes were fierce.