Chapter 112 Waiting
The Indonesian boss could never have imagined that he would be stabbed in the back by Captain Kante in such a big occasion. Moreover, all the media and reporters, even the live broadcast cameras, were all aimed at him!
At this time, the Indonesian boss could no longer control his facial expression. He stared fiercely at the players on the podium, as if he had some deep hatred.
The bodyguard standing by naturally knew that the boss couldn't stay here at this time, so he quickly pulled the boss and ran into the passage behind him.
But now that this matter has been reported, it has become a complete scandal. When the Indonesian boss walked back through the player tunnel, several assistants were on the phone. It was not for anything else but just that sentence just now. In less than a minute of footage, his stock has now begun to soar.
The Indonesian boss was cursing all the way, but he didn't know that there was a tabloid reporter with a mobile phone not far away, filming his cursing all the way. The curse words included Eggsy, of course, Ranieri, and other Leicester City players.
But he didn't know that the video shot by the tabloid reporter was live, and every curse he uttered, the sound echoing in the player tunnel was a death curse for his company and stocks.
The Leicester City players hugged each other on the field. They didn't have much time to be together. All the players hugged Eggsy, and Vardy and Mahrez hugged him and kissed him.
Captain Kante also hugged Eggsy. The season was over and they would leave the club dormitory and go back to their own homes tomorrow. Then they would wait for half a month, and that would be the transfer season.
Eggsy couldn't hide his reluctance at this moment. He hugged and said goodbye to every teammate, his heart filled with sadness of parting.
Facing the fans who had been encouraging and cheering for him, Eggsy even knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to thank the fans in every direction. However, he never expected that his actions would make many fans burst into tears and shout Eggsy's name even more crazily.
Amid the cheers of all the fans, Eggsy finally knelt on one knee and kissed the court. He endured the pain in his chest, took off his No. 17 blue jersey, and walked into the player tunnel without looking back, holding back his tears.
Goodbye, King Power Stadium.
Goodbye, Leicester City miracle.
That night, Eggsy packed all his luggage, carrying a bag on his back, a bag on his shoulder, and a suitcase, and stood in the club. When Femantha's car arrived, he got into Femantha's car with all his bags.
Feimansha got out of the car and wanted to help, but was rejected by Eggsy.
"You're still wearing high heels, let me do it."
Femantha watched Eggsy take out all the books, and she realized that Eggsy probably didn't plan to live in the club dormitory anymore.
"There's still half a month left." Fei Mansha glanced at Eggsy and asked worriedly, "Are you planning to live outside for such a long time?"
"Um."
Eggsy sat in the back seat, exhaled deeply, and took a last look at the club dormitory. This place brought back too many memories for Eggsy, and he was actually silently thankful in his heart that all the good memories were left behind.
Femantha didn't agree with Eggsy's behavior of living outside or in a hotel. She wanted to say something, but seeing Eggsy's expression and tiredness in the rearview mirror, she couldn't speak anymore.
Maybe Eggsy needs a quiet place to relax.
After thinking it through, Feimansha immediately arranged a hotel for Eggsy, especially looking for one with a sports field. She contacted and booked a suite for Eggsy before driving.
Because the transfer season will not start for another half a month, Eggsy's body must be kept at competition level, so proper exercise is still very necessary. There is not much they can do now, just maintain good physical data and wait for the transfer season to start.
However, Fei Mansha, who was driving, would occasionally look at Eggsy's expression in the back seat through her rearview mirror.
"Any plans?"
Eggsy was in a daze at the moment, and was obviously stunned when he heard his agent's words. He then understood what Femantha meant, that she was asking him if there was a club he wanted to go to.
“…No.” Eggsy answered as he looked out the car window at what had happened in the past few days. He felt dazed. He became extra cautious about choosing a club and signing a contract, like a frightened bird.
Femantha could see that Eggsy was tired and depressed, so she took the time to hand him a glass of water and said nothing more.
After arriving at the hotel, Eggsy didn't even unpack his luggage, and went straight into the room and fell on the bed. But within a few minutes, Eggsy was disturbed by the ringing of his cell phone. He frowned tiredly and answered the call without even opening his eyes.
When Eggsy heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, he was stunned at first, then he felt the familiar voice made his heart warm, and then his nose began to feel sore.
"Eggsy?"
Modric was still wearing his jersey on the other end of the phone, panting. He covered his ears with one hand and held his phone in the other hand, quietly making a call in the player's tunnel.
"Did you hear that? I just saw the news. How are you now?" Modric asked anxiously, speaking at a terrifying speed.
But there were several people behind him, including Ronaldo, Ramos, and even Zidane, all of whom were waiting for news. However, the phone Modric was calling was silent, making them wonder if the call was hung up or the signal was bad.
"Eggsy? Baby? Can you hear me?" Ramos was so anxious that he rushed over and shouted into the phone a few times.
"Why is there still no sound?" Ramos was extremely anxious.
C Ronaldo on the side also became anxious, so he said: "No, let's book a flight after the game."
Zidane, who was also anxious but still somewhat rational, spoke up: "You guys are going to skip training in front of me, the head coach? At least ask for leave?"
"Will you approve it?" It was Modric who asked this time, but his attitude seemed quite fierce.
"..." Zidane looked at Modric who was staring at him, and then thought about the child who was silent on the other end of the phone. He compromised for a moment and nodded repeatedly: "Criticize, criticize! But everyone, don't forget that we still have a game the day after tomorrow."
Zidane touched his bald head. Can he stop someone from taking care of the child? He doesn't have that ability. But the game is the serious matter, everyone.
On the other end of the phone, it wasn't that Eggsy didn't answer, but the child lost control of his emotions when he heard the voice on the other end. Now he was covering his mouth, leaning against the head of the bed, crying silently.
Eggsy didn't know why he was crying, and he felt very ashamed, but he couldn't control his tears, so he didn't dare to make any sound.
Only after hearing that Modric and the others were coming did Eggsy calm down and ask, "Are you coming?"
If it weren't for the nasal sound and the heavy sobbing, no one would have been able to tell that Eggsy was crying. But for those in Real Madrid, everyone's heart twitched violently when they heard Eggsy pretending to be fine.
"If you guys want to come, I've already moved out of the club. I'm staying in a hotel now. I'll..." Eggsy sniffed, then took a photo of the hotel's business card and continued, "I'll send you the address."
"Okay." Modric hung up the phone without saying anything else, then turned around and asked the people present, "Who has a private plane? I want to get there as soon as possible."
So when Eggsy saw Modric and Ramos three hours later, he was completely stunned.
Modric didn't say anything, he just reached out and touched Eggsy's red and swollen cheeks which were a little swollen from crying. He wanted to say something but couldn't, he just hugged Eggsy tightly in his arms.
Ramos, who was behind, also dropped his luggage and hugged Eggsy and Modric. Of course, Ronaldo, who was walking at the end, remembered to close the door and hugged Eggsy and the others.
It was half an hour later when Eggsy calmed down. He was now covering his eyes with a hot towel, and he didn't want to admit that he was the one who had just cried loudly in the arms of the three of them.
"So..." Ramos was sitting opposite Eggsy at this time, looking at him and smiling: "What are you going to do? Have you decided which club to go to?"
Eggsy sighed, pressed his eyes with a hot towel, and leaned on the sofa next to Ronaldo's. Perhaps he felt uncomfortable, so he leaned on Ronaldo again.
Mr. Luo just looked at him, smiled, and even cooperated by relaxing and leaning against him.
Eggsy shook his head and was about to say that he didn't know either, but at this moment, the shot was opened. Modric, who had just finished taking a shower and changed his jersey, said to Ronaldo in clean clothes: "It's your turn."
It turned out that when they came here on Ronaldo's private jet, they had not yet changed out of the jerseys they had worn during the game, and now they were taking turns to take a shower and change clothes at Eggsy's place.
C Ronaldo dragged Eggsy who was leaning on him, took two pillows and put them under him before going to the bathroom. However, before leaving, he looked at Eggsy thoughtfully and said something.
“Thinking about Real Madrid?”
Eggsy was slightly stunned at this time, then took away the hot towel, looked at Ronaldo and Modric with his still red eyes, and said: "I don't know, I have to see who will offer me an offer, then I can make a choice."
After hearing this, Ramos and Modric looked at each other. If they had dared to say before that they could help recommend Eggsy to go to Real Madrid, they didn't dare to say that now.
Because the current head coach is Zidane, who has met Eggsy. And as the new head coach, Zidane did not get much money from Florentino to buy players.
Even if there is, the biggest share is taken by one person, and that person is Bale, who was praised by Florentino. That's 100 million euros!
As for Eggsy...
Ramos, the vice-captain, didn't know how to start, let alone Modric. Only Ronaldo thought about it and said this before entering the bathroom to take a shower.
"This matter still depends on which French bald guy," Ronaldo looked at Ramos and the others and said, "Let's go find out when we get back this time?"
Having said this, the three of them nodded in unison and thought of countermeasures in their minds.
This year's transfer season is extremely lively, because the miracle-working Leicester City has directly transformed into a Leicester City self-service supermarket, where the championship lineup will be sold for money!
The first to be affected are the Foxes' core trident, Eggsy, Vardy and Mahrez.
At the beginning of this transfer season, Eggsy successfully attracted everyone's attention. On the first day of the transfer season, nearly eight Premier League clubs made offers for him.
"Six million?"
"Wow, Chelsea, 6.8 million directly!"
Eggsy's agent, Femantha, was excited by the offers from many teams, but when she looked back at Eggsy, Femantha swore she actually saw a hint of disappointment, and expectation?
Should be looking forward to a team in La Liga?
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