Fox in the Penalty Area

The Leeds City bus full of players slowly drove into the Leeds City training base and stopped on the road outside the parking lot.

When the players got off the bus, they sang, danced, talked and laughed, celebrating the hearty victory they just won.

In the first round of the league in the afternoon, with Hulay's score and a goal from captain Lorenzo, Leeds finally defeated Lancashire Berley 3:0 away.

This is the first time Leeds City has won in the first round of the Premier League since being promoted to the Premier League.

So for everyone, this victory is a real "good start", and it seems to indicate that Leeds will have a much better road to relegation this season.

Everyone is very happy, including Ismail Camara, who didn't get along well with everyone at the beginning.

After he got off the bus, he stood outside the parking lot with a smile on his face and waved goodbye to his teammates, waiting for his agent Archie Fataki to pick him up by the way.

And when his teammates drove away from the training base, they all rolled down the windows and gave him thumbs up, full of praise.

"Goodbye, Ismail! You played really well today!"

"The young man has a future, don't be proud of it!"

"You made a good start, Ismail, this is a good sign!"

When everyone drove out and saw Camara, someone would roll down the window and praise him, regardless of whether they understood him or not. More people did not speak, just gave him a thumbs up and smiled at him.

Hu Lai was no exception. In the car that Uncle Yong drove, he said in French to Camara outside: "Everyone is complimenting you, Ismail."

"I can feel it, Hu."

Hu Lai smiled upon hearing the words: "Enjoy the victory. In addition, thank you for your two assists. Your first Premier League goal will not wait long."

Camara didn't know how to respond to Hu Lai, so he smiled at him, "Thank you."

When the teammates were all gone, Fataki came to him in a second-hand Renault car. The car was still stationary and couldn't wait to poked his head out of the car and waved to him: "Good job, man! You have to succeed. Up!"

Camara opened the car door and sat in the back seat. The first thing he did was to take off his right shoe and socks, and then put his bare right foot directly on the central armrest box.

"Hey, buddy, you smell..." Fata basically wanted to complain about Kamala's actions, but he glanced back and saw a few small wounds on Kamala's right foot and the fingernail part of his little finger. It was also slightly black, which was a trace of squeezing or being trampled on.

He exclaimed: "Are you injured?"

Camara waved his hand nonchalantly: "What kind of injury is this? Don't panic, Archie. This is not important, the important thing is... It turns out that there is nothing different between the Premier League and France B, I can handle it, ha !"

Fataki looked back at Kamala's right foot. Looking up from the ankle, he could see several traces of bleeding from the subcutaneous tissue on the face bone of his calf. There are even more bruises, but it doesn't look so obvious on the surface of his dark skin, but you can see it carefully.

This is just his right leg, you can imagine what Kamara encountered in this game.

In fact, when watching the game, Fataki is always in a kind of ambivalence-he hopes that Kamara will perform well, but is also worried that his excellent performance will attract the opponent's crazy revenge. What if he is injured?

Seeing what the Burley players did to Kamara in the second half, he really worried that Kamara would be injured at any time and be carried off the field on a stretcher.

Fortunately, Leeds City coach Clark replaced Camara in the 71st minute. Fataki was really relieved at that time.

He said in a deep voice, "At least when you play in France B, you won't have so many scars on your legs."

"This is a small price that must be paid to get ahead, a small price." Camara leaned back on the back of the seat.

A burst of tiredness struck him, he closed his eyes, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Drive, Archie. Let's find a restaurant today to celebrate..."

Fataki glanced at Kamala in the rearview mirror. He seemed to be asleep.

So he steadily drove the car and drove to the gate of the training base.

The celebration of victory will be discussed another day. Let’s go home and take a good rest... This is Ismail’s first Premier League game. Although he has not played the full game yet, it is obvious that the energy and energy consumed are far more than that. The French C league played before.

As long as Kamara can maintain this performance, they will have a chance to celebrate in the future.

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"A good start, Hu Lai, congratulations!" While driving, Yong Jun chatted with Hu Lai.

The topic is of course the game that just ended.

Before the start of the new season, everyone was worried that Hu Lai would head into the so-called "rookie wall".

In the second season, which is destined to be harder to play than the first season, the pressure to start with two goals will be much less.

"Hey, Uncle Yong, there is something I want to ask you: Is there any clause in the sponsorship contract between Nike and I about how much I should pay for the league golden boots?"

Yong Jun was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's true."

"Yes? Why am I not impressed?"

"There are too many terms about your bonus. I just picked a few of them to tell you. In addition to the bonus of the league golden boots, there are many bonuses for personal honor. For example, the league golden boots, the European war. Golden Boots, Asian Cup Golden Boots...In addition, if the Chinese team enters the World Cup finals, you will have additional bonuses... In short, we talked to Nike about a very detailed list of bonuses, and what achievements have you accomplished by then? , What honors we have, we can go to Nike according to the list and ask for the bonus."

Hu Lai was dumbfounded: "Can you do this?"

"It's Mr. Song's intention. He made a lot of conditions. Nike's people are annoyed, so you can just forget the whole list... I don't know if they deliberately use words to block us, or if they really plan to do so. Yes. Mr. Song really did it anyway."

The "General Song" that Yong Jun referred to was actually Song Jiajia. Although Song Jiajia was much younger than Yong Jun, he was the real boss of this company and his immediate boss. Therefore, Yong Jun still abides by the rules of the workplace. No matter how young Song Jiajia is, he respectfully manages his family as "Mr. Song".

Hu Lai remembered Song Jiajia's high school days, this was really something he could do.

Sometimes he was very generous, and sometimes he was caressed about it-when he ran away from home to play football, he was penniless and asked him to borrow money. He gave himself 50,000 yuan without saying a word. Hu Lai was frightened by his generosity.

But I thought my account had been stolen, and the kid was very heartbroken with ten dollars to comfort him...

"The key is that Nike finally agreed, ha!" Yong Jun laughed when he said that.

"They would actually agree?" Hu Lai himself felt incredible.

"Mr Song told them that you asked him to add these terms. If you don't add them, you won't sign them."

Hu Lai nodded when he heard this. Of course he hadn't said this, but if he knew about it, he would definitely say the same. Fatty Song really understood him 100%.

"Then Mr. Song said to the Nike guys that it was actually written to make you feel at ease. It is not certain that it will be honored... For example, the World Footballer, the European Golden Globes, etc. How difficult is this? So write it in. , Nike did not have any losses, but it can make you feel that you are valued by Nike, and you will be more willing to sign...In short, Nike people heard no objection, so there is such a bonus list..."

After listening to Yong Jun's explanation, Hu Lai smiled happily in the back seat-he didn't mind how Song Fatty arranged himself in front of Nike. He was happy that Song Fatty really understood him.

It was just so tricky that Nike signed such a sponsorship contract. The total sum of all bonuses far exceeds the endorsement fee of RMB 8 million. After all, the bonuses are all settled in Euros.

It can even be said that the endorsement contract itself is more like that long "bonus clause" subsidiary contract, the bonus is the body of this endorsement contract.

This is in line with Hu Lai's expectations.

There is no such thing as a high commission for dead wages...

How bold people are and how productive they are.

As long as you dare to think, pheasant becomes phoenix.

How big the heart is, the stage... No, the wallet is as big as it is.

Catch the wool of a big capitalist and squeeze it hard. This is called robbing the rich and helping the poor!

After laughing, Hu Lai said to Uncle Yong: "Uncle Yong, how much will I get if I get the Premier League Golden Boot bonus?"

Yong Jun thought for a while: "One and a half million euros."

Hu Lai was stunned for a moment: "Hey, more money than I won the Premier League title?"

He remembers that in Nike's endorsement contract, the prize money for him to win the Premier League title was only 1 million euros.

"Nike sponsors you as a person. They definitely care more about your personal honors and achievements. So personal awards will be more valued." Yong Jun explained.

"It turned out to be like this..." Hu Lai rubbed his chin, "Then I chose to hit the Premier League Golden Boot, so I really chose the right one!"

Yong Jun, who was driving, frowned when he heard what Hu Lai said. He suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say Hu Lai?"

"Ah, I haven't told you yet, Uncle Yong. I decided to try to hit the Premier League Golden Boot this season..."

Before he finished speaking, he leaned towards the car door: "Wow!"

"Sorry, sorry..." Yong Jun quickly stabilized the car-when he heard Hu Lai say this, he reflexively turned around and wanted to look back for Hu Lai to confirm. As a result, he drove the steering wheel, causing the car to just drive out on the highway. S-line routes.

"Uncle Yong, are you so surprised?"

Yong Jun held the steering wheel with both hands, looked straight ahead, and said in his mouth: "Do you know how difficult the Premier League golden boots are?"

"of course I know."

"Then you still..."

"Didn't the boss promise me that if I can get the golden boots, he will ask me to eat red pepper?"

"Just for a meal? Are you, Hu Lai?"

"Of course not. I think so, Uncle Yong." Hu Lai sat down again in the back seat. Fortunately, he was always wearing a seat belt, so he was taken aback just now, and it was not true. Knocked and bumped.

He explained to Yong Jun, "Everyone is talking about the'Rookie Wall', I think what they say makes sense. So in order to break the'Rookie Wall', I decided to force myself. If I can get the Premier League Golden Boot , Doesn’t it mean that the wall was broken by me?"

"You..." After listening to Hu Lai's explanation, Yong Jun didn't know what to say for a while, "Is it too simple and rude?"

"But Uncle Yong, do you think this is the reason? As a striker~www.ltnovel.com~, how do I prove my performance? Isn't it just scoring? Then what is more convincing than the league's top scorer? evidence?"

Yong Jun nodded helplessly: "Let's go...Anyway, even if you didn't get the golden boots in the end, if you work towards this goal, the final result will not be much worse."

"That's right, it's always right to set a high target."

"But you should be clear about this goal by yourself, don't talk about it everywhere. Otherwise, it will cause controversy and bring unnecessary pressure to you." Yong Jun warned.

Hu Lai hesitated after hearing what he said, and finally told the truth: "But Uncle Yong, my teammates all know about it. It's all to blame for Charlie's big mouth!"

Yong Jun was so tired that he stopped talking and focused on driving.

I can’t talk this day!

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