Chapter 33 Seeing the Magic Flute for the First Time, Destiny Sets Sail!
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Sheng Xia De Pi Ka Qiu
Chapter 33 Seeing the Magic Flute for the First Time, Destiny Sets Sail!
"Boss! I'll go or"
Inside Mourinho's office.
Su Qin sat opposite the madman and asked carefully.
To be honest, since Slaven Bilic called him last night, he has been lying in bed thinking all night.
Now is his critical period in Inter Milan.
Su Qin knows how tough Milito is this season.
Because of Milito's accidental injury, he started two games and performed so well. It stands to reason that he should not have participated in a friendly match against a weak team like East Timor.
At this time, it is the best choice to continue to stay in the club and train well to consolidate your existing starting position.
But Su Qin is indeed greedy for the miraculous Drogba back-up technique on the talent tree.
These days, he has learned a lot from Vieri.
However, what I have learned can only be regarded as superficial.
The most important thing is that on the 25th, you have to go back to the Nou Camp, which makes people feel mixed.
Now Su Qin, apart from the opportunity to play in Serie A, does not have any other competitions that he can participate in and score goals.
The Coppa Italia, as last season's Serie A champion, Inter Milan had to wait until the top sixteen to play at the earliest.
As for the Champions League, it's hard to say whether he can get a substitute position with Balotelli since his injury will be healed by then.
Therefore, this friendly match against East Timor is indeed the only chance for me to score goals now.
Forehead.
Does thinking this way disrespect the East Timor team?
However, Su Qin can't control so much anymore, time is running out.
"I don't know what you mean by going to that kind of friendly match!"
The madman's pursed lips showed his attitude.
As the head coach of the club, what he hates the most are these international match days.
Although it does not affect the weekend league in the middle of the week, more than 95% of Inter Milan's team are now international players.
And many of them are still in South American countries like Brazil and Argentina.
Participating in a national team game this time and again, anyone knows how much physical reserves the league will have when those people come back.
"Forget it, tell Bobo, you can go on your own, but try to be careful not to get injured. If you get injured, you can report to the reserve team yourself!"
Ok!
Reluctantly, Mourinho agreed.
Su Qin's expression, to put it bluntly, is that he wants to go. Didn't he stop him from going?
"Thank you, boss!"
that's it!
Su Qin successfully got Mourinho's approval.
Dare not to delay.
After leaving the gate of Mourinho's office, Su Qin got into Old Stan's car and rushed to the airport.
Because it's a Wednesday night game.
So Su Qin had to go to Zagreb, Croatia to report on Tuesday.
Fortunately, the game was held at home in Croatia, and Su Qin didn't have to take another ten-hour long flight.
After arriving in Zagreb, Su Qin immediately took a taxi and rushed directly to the Croatian national team training base in the urban area.
Croatia is a very small country.
Therefore, even the capital, the size of Zagreb is less than a thousand square kilometers.
It's full of money, and it's not even as good as a third-tier city in Huaxia that sells beef noodles.
As for population?
Croatia has a population of less than 500 million.
However, it is such a small country that cannot be smaller, but it is a real football power.
In the first World Cup that Croatia participated in after independence in 1998, the Croatians won the third place in the World Cup.
From the airport to the training base, it took almost 10 minutes.
After Su Qin paid the driver the fare in the Croatian language that he hadn't used for a long time, Su Qin carried his bag and planned to enter the training base.
Forehead.
Unexpectedly, I haven't entered yet, but I was stopped by the guard.
Obviously, the chubby doorman didn't know the black-haired Asian in front of him.
After cross-examination, it was not until Su Qin called Bilic that Su Qin entered the door.
Got it!
Su Qin was not angry either, who made him still an unknown young player.
Although at this time he has scored 3 goals in Serie A.
After entering the gate, Su Qin saw a bald middle-aged man.
Karbazi, the assistant coach of the Croatian national team.
As soon as he saw Su Qin, Karbazi, who had watched a lot of videos of Su Qin's explosive goals with his head coach these days, walked to Su Qin with a smile.
reach out!
"Subraqi, it's really early, why didn't you know to call in advance, so I can pick you up!"
Dig!
Subrac!
The memories of ancient times suddenly appeared in Su Qin's mind.
That's right, this Subrac is exactly Su Qin's Croatian name.
However, this is what his deceased mother and uncle called him.
His cheap old man always felt awkward that all the Croats were all fucking Qi, so he helped Su Qin change back to Huaxia's name very early on.
However, anyway, his mother and the people on his mother's side still called himself Subrac, even his Croatian passport was called Suqin Subrac.
"Ahem, Mr. Karbazi, you should call me Su."
"Oh! Good! Haha, let's go, let's take you to the dormitory to rest first, the time set by the boss is two o'clock in the afternoon, by then, everyone should be able to arrive."
In this way, Su Qin followed Karbaqi into the dormitory of the training base with his bag on his back.
Not fancy and a bit dated, but clean.
The arrangement of two single beds is obviously an arrangement to enhance communication between teammates.
However, what attracted Su Qin the most was not the furnishings of the room, but a photo on the left side of the bed.
A group photo.
On the left is a plainly dressed woman carrying a small black bag.
And the person on the right, Su Qin is very, very familiar with.
It is the 37-year-old who can still run for 120 minutes, played several overtimes and is still the world's number one midfielder who led a group of veterans to the World Cup semi-finals!
Luka Modric!
Karbaqi, who brought Su Qin to the room, obviously saw Su Qin's surprise.
"Haha, let's meet Luka, this is what the boss and Luka mean."
"By the way, this is your jersey, which is temporarily the same as your club's number."
After all, Karbazi left Su Qin and left the room.
After Karbaqi left, Su Qin didn't think about anything else. He put down his backpack and lay down on the bed to rest.
Since it was arranged by the head coach, he just waited patiently.
Su Qin was really tired after not sleeping well last night and catching the plane so early in the morning.
It's just that I didn't lie down for long.
The door of the room creaked open suddenly.
Su Qin quickly sat up.
A blond-haired, thin-looking man poked his head up and looked at Su Qin.
"Huh? Sue?"
It's the magic flute.
"Well! Yes! Hello, Mr. Modric!"
"Hello, Sue, don't call me Mr., just call me Luka!"
"Forehead"
"Forehead"
Both are not very talkative people.
When it's just the two of them in the room.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
"When are you?"
"you arrived"
After a short awkward silence, the two unexpectedly spoke at the same time.
(End of this chapter)
"Boss! I'll go or"
Inside Mourinho's office.
Su Qin sat opposite the madman and asked carefully.
To be honest, since Slaven Bilic called him last night, he has been lying in bed thinking all night.
Now is his critical period in Inter Milan.
Su Qin knows how tough Milito is this season.
Because of Milito's accidental injury, he started two games and performed so well. It stands to reason that he should not have participated in a friendly match against a weak team like East Timor.
At this time, it is the best choice to continue to stay in the club and train well to consolidate your existing starting position.
But Su Qin is indeed greedy for the miraculous Drogba back-up technique on the talent tree.
These days, he has learned a lot from Vieri.
However, what I have learned can only be regarded as superficial.
The most important thing is that on the 25th, you have to go back to the Nou Camp, which makes people feel mixed.
Now Su Qin, apart from the opportunity to play in Serie A, does not have any other competitions that he can participate in and score goals.
The Coppa Italia, as last season's Serie A champion, Inter Milan had to wait until the top sixteen to play at the earliest.
As for the Champions League, it's hard to say whether he can get a substitute position with Balotelli since his injury will be healed by then.
Therefore, this friendly match against East Timor is indeed the only chance for me to score goals now.
Forehead.
Does thinking this way disrespect the East Timor team?
However, Su Qin can't control so much anymore, time is running out.
"I don't know what you mean by going to that kind of friendly match!"
The madman's pursed lips showed his attitude.
As the head coach of the club, what he hates the most are these international match days.
Although it does not affect the weekend league in the middle of the week, more than 95% of Inter Milan's team are now international players.
And many of them are still in South American countries like Brazil and Argentina.
Participating in a national team game this time and again, anyone knows how much physical reserves the league will have when those people come back.
"Forget it, tell Bobo, you can go on your own, but try to be careful not to get injured. If you get injured, you can report to the reserve team yourself!"
Ok!
Reluctantly, Mourinho agreed.
Su Qin's expression, to put it bluntly, is that he wants to go. Didn't he stop him from going?
"Thank you, boss!"
that's it!
Su Qin successfully got Mourinho's approval.
Dare not to delay.
After leaving the gate of Mourinho's office, Su Qin got into Old Stan's car and rushed to the airport.
Because it's a Wednesday night game.
So Su Qin had to go to Zagreb, Croatia to report on Tuesday.
Fortunately, the game was held at home in Croatia, and Su Qin didn't have to take another ten-hour long flight.
After arriving in Zagreb, Su Qin immediately took a taxi and rushed directly to the Croatian national team training base in the urban area.
Croatia is a very small country.
Therefore, even the capital, the size of Zagreb is less than a thousand square kilometers.
It's full of money, and it's not even as good as a third-tier city in Huaxia that sells beef noodles.
As for population?
Croatia has a population of less than 500 million.
However, it is such a small country that cannot be smaller, but it is a real football power.
In the first World Cup that Croatia participated in after independence in 1998, the Croatians won the third place in the World Cup.
From the airport to the training base, it took almost 10 minutes.
After Su Qin paid the driver the fare in the Croatian language that he hadn't used for a long time, Su Qin carried his bag and planned to enter the training base.
Forehead.
Unexpectedly, I haven't entered yet, but I was stopped by the guard.
Obviously, the chubby doorman didn't know the black-haired Asian in front of him.
After cross-examination, it was not until Su Qin called Bilic that Su Qin entered the door.
Got it!
Su Qin was not angry either, who made him still an unknown young player.
Although at this time he has scored 3 goals in Serie A.
After entering the gate, Su Qin saw a bald middle-aged man.
Karbazi, the assistant coach of the Croatian national team.
As soon as he saw Su Qin, Karbazi, who had watched a lot of videos of Su Qin's explosive goals with his head coach these days, walked to Su Qin with a smile.
reach out!
"Subraqi, it's really early, why didn't you know to call in advance, so I can pick you up!"
Dig!
Subrac!
The memories of ancient times suddenly appeared in Su Qin's mind.
That's right, this Subrac is exactly Su Qin's Croatian name.
However, this is what his deceased mother and uncle called him.
His cheap old man always felt awkward that all the Croats were all fucking Qi, so he helped Su Qin change back to Huaxia's name very early on.
However, anyway, his mother and the people on his mother's side still called himself Subrac, even his Croatian passport was called Suqin Subrac.
"Ahem, Mr. Karbazi, you should call me Su."
"Oh! Good! Haha, let's go, let's take you to the dormitory to rest first, the time set by the boss is two o'clock in the afternoon, by then, everyone should be able to arrive."
In this way, Su Qin followed Karbaqi into the dormitory of the training base with his bag on his back.
Not fancy and a bit dated, but clean.
The arrangement of two single beds is obviously an arrangement to enhance communication between teammates.
However, what attracted Su Qin the most was not the furnishings of the room, but a photo on the left side of the bed.
A group photo.
On the left is a plainly dressed woman carrying a small black bag.
And the person on the right, Su Qin is very, very familiar with.
It is the 37-year-old who can still run for 120 minutes, played several overtimes and is still the world's number one midfielder who led a group of veterans to the World Cup semi-finals!
Luka Modric!
Karbaqi, who brought Su Qin to the room, obviously saw Su Qin's surprise.
"Haha, let's meet Luka, this is what the boss and Luka mean."
"By the way, this is your jersey, which is temporarily the same as your club's number."
After all, Karbazi left Su Qin and left the room.
After Karbaqi left, Su Qin didn't think about anything else. He put down his backpack and lay down on the bed to rest.
Since it was arranged by the head coach, he just waited patiently.
Su Qin was really tired after not sleeping well last night and catching the plane so early in the morning.
It's just that I didn't lie down for long.
The door of the room creaked open suddenly.
Su Qin quickly sat up.
A blond-haired, thin-looking man poked his head up and looked at Su Qin.
"Huh? Sue?"
It's the magic flute.
"Well! Yes! Hello, Mr. Modric!"
"Hello, Sue, don't call me Mr., just call me Luka!"
"Forehead"
"Forehead"
Both are not very talkative people.
When it's just the two of them in the room.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
"When are you?"
"you arrived"
After a short awkward silence, the two unexpectedly spoke at the same time.
(End of this chapter)
