Chapter 62: The Destitute Ibrahimovic

There is a saying that goes, blessings never come in pairs, misfortunes never come alone.

When Zlatan Ibrahimovic drove his awesome Mercedes-Benz sports car out of Detokmost, there was only one thought in his mind at this moment, to escape from Amsterdam and escape from this world. It was almost like he was going crazy.

The car was speeding quickly on the road back to Oudekerk.

This is not a spacious city avenue, but a two-way branch road. In addition, many residents living in Amstelveen and Oderkerk enter and exit through this road. Now it is It was the rush hour for getting off work, so all the cars we encountered along the way drove slower, for fear of causing an accident if we were not careful.

Ibrahimovic was very anxious. He honked the horn vigorously and kept crossing the zebra crossing in the middle of the two-way road. This always frightened the oncoming car on the opposite side to blare its horn. After successfully overtaking, Ibrahimovic continued to move towards Take the next car and drive away.

Oderkirk and Amstelveen South, at the north and south ends of the same road.

When Ibrahimovic's Mercedes-Benz came to a three-way intersection and was about to turn into a residential area, he felt a setback from the car body.

This surprised him sitting in the car because he had only driven the car for less than a month. Could it be that it was broken down?

But soon, Ibrahimovic discovered that the oil light on the dashboard of the car had been on for some time.

Out of gas!

The Mercedes-Benz finally stopped at the intersection, and despite Ibrahimovic trying to light it up a few times, it failed to light up again.

"Damn it!" Ibrahimovic slapped his hands heavily on the steering wheel. He suddenly wanted to cry.

Why do all the unpleasant things come to him?

How can I get gas when I don’t have money in my pocket?

I just had a quarrel with the head coach and teammates on the training ground. How should I deal with it?

"I'm the stupidest fucking idiot in the world!" Ibrahimovic hit his head heavily on the steering wheel and never lifted it up again, because he really didn't know what he should do next.

Finally, he thought of Haas Berg, his only savior.

Picking up the phone, Ibrahimovic immediately dialed the familiar number. Fortunately, he had paid a phone bill in advance, so the call was not stopped. Otherwise, he really didn't know what to do now.

"Get through, hurry up and get through!" Ibrahimovic kept urging after watching the phone call go out.

The vibration that opened the door reminded him, and he was like drowning in duckweed. He quickly put it to his ear and said, "Uncle Haas!"

"Oh, my Zlatan, it's you!" The familiar voice of Haas Borg came over the phone, still as kind, as caring and kind as ever, which made Ibrahimovic feel sad in his heart. The tears couldn't help but ooze out.

"Uncle Haas, I want to go back!"

"Go back? Where?" Haas Berg was stunned.

"I want to go back to Malmo. I don't like Amsterdam, I don't like Ajax, and I don't want to play here anymore. You return the money to them and buy me back to Malmo, okay?"

"Go back to Malmö?" Hass Berg on the other end of the phone was very surprised.

"I'm in trouble here. I don't know how to live alone. I rented a house, bought a car, and paid taxes. Now, I find that I don't have a penny in my pocket, not even money for gas. I I don’t even have food at home and I don’t know what to do.”

Haas Berg was silent for a while on the other side of the phone. "Listen to me, Zlatan, you should learn to be strong, learn to be patient, and learn to take care of yourself. Returning to Malmö is not a solution to the problem at all. Besides, we don't have any I don’t have the money to buy you back.”

"No, Uncle Haas, didn't you charge them 3 million US dollars? Just use this money to buy me back. I can't stay in Ajax. I offended my teammates and the coach. I I can’t stay any longer!”

Haas Borg can be said to be Ibrahimovic's last hope. He even feels that if even Haas Borg can't help him, then he really has no one in this world to rely on.

"Did you offend the coach?" Haas Berg lost his voice. "Oh my God, you are crazy!"

"You don't know, Uncle Haas, they lied to me. On the one hand, they offered me a transfer fee of 3 million US dollars, but on the other hand, my weekly salary was the lowest in the club. I couldn't even play in the Brazilian C-League. Maicon is not as good as the one who played in the game, and his weekly salary is higher than mine. If this is not cheating, what is it?" Ibrahimovic became more and more annoyed as he spoke, and in the end he started to growl.

Of course, Haas Borg cannot say that this is what he insists on. "Even so, you can't contradict the coach. You have a contract with Ajax and you have to act in accordance with the contract. Do you think you can leave?" ?"

"Okay, Uncle Hass, you will help me, won't you?" Ibrahimovic pleaded.

"Don't be stupid, Zlatan, let me tell you frankly, Ajax's $3 million is not a small amount of money for Malmo. It is very, very important to us and we are prepared to use it to do There are many things, so I can tell you with certainty that it is impossible for us to buy you back, you already belong to Ajax!”

Ibrahimovic was stunned when he heard this on the phone, his tone was so stiff and his tone was so impatient. Is this still the amiable and approachable Uncle Haas he is familiar with?

"What about me? What should I do?" He had no idea at all.

"That's your business, Zlatan. I'm just your agent. I've helped you transfer to Ajax. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted. Our relationship is written off with this transfer. This is normal. It's just a trade!"

Haas Berger's words seemed to pour a bucket of cold water on Ibrahimovic's head, making him feel cold all over. He couldn't believe that the person who said this to him would be Uncle Haas, whom he admired and respected all these years.

"I still have a lot of things to do. Please don't call me anymore. Take care of yourself!"

Listening to the busy tone after the other party hung up the phone, Ibrahimovic was panicked and at a loss.

He was like a drowning man who was pulled by an arm stretched out from the shore. He thought he was going to be saved, but when he regained his life, the owner of the arm let go of his hand and retracted his arm, causing him to fall back into the water.

At this moment, he forgot to struggle, forgot to call for help, and was only shocked and unbelievable.

"I tell you, Zlatan, all agents are robbers, and I am the only one you can trust!"

Ibrahimovic couldn't help but think of what Haas Berger said to him before he took him to Arsenal to meet Wenger in 1997, and in order to complete the formalities, he specially found an agent whose name Ibrahimovic couldn't even remember to accompany him.

Now, thinking of this sentence, Ibrahimovic suddenly understood a little.

All agents are robbers, including Haas Berger!

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Ibrahimovic lay in the car, without crying, without tears, without sound, without movement, just lying there!

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Ye Qiu sat in the office, absent-mindedly browsing some web pages in front of him, which recorded a lot of news.

It is not surprising that many Dutch news are speculating about the new season's Eredivisie champion, and almost most people are optimistic about PSV Eindhoven, because the team's strength has been strengthened again this season, and Arnesen is ambitious to make the team a European powerhouse in the new season.

Teams such as Heerenveen and Feyenoord have also further strengthened their strength, except Ajax.

Almost everyone is not optimistic about Ajax, because this is the team with the lowest average age in the Eredivisie, and they have a young head coach who has never led a professional team. More importantly, this 25-year-old head coach sold all the players in the team as soon as he came up, and introduced a group of unknown young players.

For the new season of Ajax, everyone has only one feeling, crazy!

When Ye Qiu saw these web pages, he didn't know how he should react, so he could only laugh it off, but his mind was not on it at all. From time to time, he turned his head to look at his phone, which made people guess that his attention was on his phone.

Waiting is undoubtedly tormenting, so when the phone finally rang, Ye Qiu quickly grabbed it.

"Eliza!" Ye Qiu answered the phone, "How is the matter I asked you to check?"

Eliza on the other end of the phone smiled, "Look at you in such a hurry, but you are not wrong. Your players are indeed in trouble. Ibrahimovic's expenses this month are very large. He spent a lot of money on useless places. His salary is not high. After deducting taxes, plus that car, if I am not wrong, even if he is not in debt now, he is probably penniless. I am afraid he can't even pay the rent for next month."

"Damn it!" Ye Qiu cursed angrily, but he was scolding Ibrahimovic for being too ignorant.

The salary is not high, why do you want to learn to drive a luxury car?

If you don't have much money, don't pretend to be rich. As a result, he is in trouble now. In the end, someone will come forward to help him clean up his ass? Dare to lose your temper with me on the court? Rebellion!

"How is he now?" Ye Qiu asked.

"I don't know, my cell phone is not working, and no one answered the phone at home. It should be...nothing!" Eliza smiled.

Ye Qiu snorted in annoyance, thanked him and then hung up the phone.

This kid really likes to make trouble. No wonder so many coaches in his previous life were so dissatisfied with him. He is only 18 years old, but he is learning to drive a luxury car and causing so many troubles. Sometimes when I think about it, Ye Qiu really regrets it a little.

However, Ye Qiu is also a strange person. He has a little regret in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. After all, he introduced the player, and he is also a player he likes. He can't say he regrets it. On the contrary, he is now thinking about how to help him.

Knock knock~

Huang Chu, smiling like a flower, stood at the door. She came to go back with Ye Qiu, "Can we go now?"

Ye Qiu nodded, packed up his things, turned off the computer, and left the office.

The two walked out of De Tokmost. Ye Qiu was still thinking about Ibrahimovic. He didn't say anything along the way and looked very worried. Huang Chu looked at him with concern and vaguely knew what was going on.

"I heard that the new Swedish center forward confronted you during the afternoon training session? What happened?"

Ye Qiu knew that this matter must have spread. After all, so many people were staring at the first team. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This kid must have been on fire recently. He is not in a good mood. When he comes to the team, he sets fire everywhere!" "Then he told Huang Chu the results of Eliza's investigation, and also talked about what happened on the training ground.

"Tell me, what should I do?" Ye Qiu actually already had the answer in his heart.

Huang Chu smiled gently, "Then it depends on whether you still have hope for him or whether you plan to reuse him!"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, if you don't plan to keep him anymore, then simply send him to the sidelines or transfer him to the second team."

Ye Qiu was stunned, "Then I won't become Waters?"

Last season, Waters demoted Kifu, and Ye Qiu laughed at him because of it. Now he demoted Ibrahimovic to the second team? Don't tell me, even he laughed at himself.

"If you plan to continue to use him, then you can only help him. I believe that anyone, no matter how arrogant he is, will learn to behave better after such a lesson. Moreover, you can also After all, he is only 18 years old and has never experienced anything. He is passionate and unscrupulous and does things without considering the consequences. Isn’t this what an 18-year-old would do? "

Ye Qiu couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Why do bad things seem to turn into good things when you say them?"

Huang Chu glared at him bitterly, "I'm telling the truth. You're just hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but you can't let go of the head coach's airs."

"Actually, if you think about it seriously, Ibrahimovic is also quite miserable. His parents have been divorced since he was a child. Living alone will have an impact on his character to some extent. It is inevitable to be extreme, okay? It is easy to find a way out by playing football, but he encounters people like Haas Borg and is deceived, which is not easy for him. "

Ye Qiu understood Huang Chu, a girl whose sympathy was easily overflowing.

"Everyone should be responsible for everything they do. So, for Ibrahimovic, I will help, but I will not lend him money. He must learn to take care of himself. !”

Huang Chu smiled after hearing this and said, "If you want to help him, just say so. Aren't you being tough-minded and soft-hearted?"

"Let's go, turn over to Oudekerk, touch the door of his house and have a look!"

The two walked side by side along this road. The neon lights along the way made the sidewalk very bright. In addition, from time to time there were passing car lights shining on them. It didn't feel dark at all, but added a bit of fun. They talked and talked along the way. laugh.

When they reached the fork in the road, they turned south, but Ye Qiu noticed that there were no houses here and the surroundings were empty. Opposite the three-way intersection, there was a Mercedes-Benz sports car parked. Although the license plate could not be seen, it Ye Qiu felt that it was Ibrahimovic's Mercedes.

"He's on the other side!" Ye Qiu pointed at the Mercedes-Benz across the road.

Huang Chu looked along Ye Qiu's fingers and found Ibrahimovic in the car lying on the steering wheel, giving people an unbearable loneliness and bleakness, especially at this deserted three-way intersection, which made people feel sorry for this lonely person. The boy sitting in the car, afraid to go home, felt a little sympathy.

Ye Qiu walked over with Huang Chu. Ibrahimovic in the car still had his head lying on his head and didn't even notice anyone approaching.

Eat!

Ye Qiu knocked on the car window.

Ibrahimovic in the car heard the noise and moved his head slightly, but did not lift it up and remained lying on his stomach.

Bump!

Ye Qiu used the camera this time, which was more forceful.

Ibrahimovic was also angry, in a bad mood, and very hungry. At this time, someone disturbed his mood. He immediately raised his head and wanted to curse, and even planned to go out and beat him severely.

But when he raised his head and saw Ye Qiu and Huang Chu standing outside, he felt panicked for no reason.

"Pull down the car window!" Ye Qiu finished cleaning up and said outside.

It's really hard to talk through a car window.

The car window slowly slid down, and Ye Qiu used the light to see that Ibrahimovic's eyes were bloodshot. He guessed that this kid had secretly cried when no one was around, and the bags under his eyes were a little swollen. .

"Why are you stopping here? Why don't you go home?" Ye Qiu asked, his tone still a bit harsh.

Ibrahimovic took a deep breath and said, "I'll be right back." After saying that, he pretended to turn the key.

But Ye Qiu didn't show any sign of leaving. He stood outside the car. He noticed that as soon as he turned the key, a light indicating that he was out of oil popped up on the dashboard. He was secretly amused. This bastard's Mercedes-Benz was probably out of oil. You're still pretending over there, I'm gonna choke you, I really want to expose you kid!

But Ye Qiu also knew that Ibrahimovic had an arrogant personality. If he was exposed at this time, the kid would never return to Ajax even to death, so he simply pretended not to know, "The car broke down? My house It’s nearby, come to my house and wait for the tow company to come and take the car back for repair.”

We don’t even have money for gas, and probably we don’t even have food, right?

"I..." Ibrahimovic was obviously reluctant.

But as soon as he said these words, his stomach suddenly growled, which could not be deceived.

Ye Qiu understood in his heart, but pretended not to hear, "Leave me alone, let's go, it's very close, I won't eat you!"

"Yes, Zlatan, we are all here, come in and sit down!" Huang Chu also helped to speak.

Ibrahimovic really had nowhere to go. His car had no gas, he had no money to eat, and his home had nothing to eat. It was a very clean place. Now he was very hungry. Thinking carefully, if he really didn't go to Ye Qiu, he would really starve to death on the street.

Seeing him get out of the car, Ye Qiu and Huang Chu smiled at each other.

After locking the car, Ibrahimovic followed Ye Qiu and Huang Chu. He didn't say a word along the way. He went straight to Amstelveen and arrived at Ye Qiu's home a few minutes later.

Not long after, Eliza, who was responsible for buying groceries, also came back.

Huang Chu, the chef, was responsible for cooking in the kitchen. Soon, a table of delicious Chinese food was placed on the table.

At first, Ibrahimovic was a little embarrassed, but after being persuaded by others, he went straight to the table and ate voraciously. He ate more fiercely than anyone else. While he was eating, he also knew in his heart that Ye Qiu and the other two were helping him!