The next morning, when Zhang Tiehan got up from bed, he felt a little headache and a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

The sunlight outside the window shone in. He knew that he had gotten up late today at a glance. Only then did he remember that the team beat Chelsea yesterday. The whole team was very happy. Club chairman Mr. Whelan invited a meal for a big meal, and the carnival lasted for one night.

Yes! We beat Chelsea!?

Zhang Tiehan covered his forehead and recalled what happened yesterday afternoon. That game was a difficult and passionate memory.

"Wigan Athletic scored the first goal! It was only nineteen seconds before the game, and the goal was No. 13!"

"Weigan Athletics has been defending, they held the first half and entered the break with a goal."

"It's Crespo! His free kick helped Chelsea tie the score!"

"It's Zhang again. In just one minute, he helped the team overtake the score again!"

"The ball is in! Zhang! Zhang! He scored the third goal for Wigan Athletics! He completed a hat-trick at Stamford Bridge, one to three!"

Memories gradually became clearer.

"There are less than ten minutes left. It's not easy for Chelsea to recover two goals..."

"Wigan Athletics' defense was very successful. They made Chelsea return in vain again and again, and the game entered injury stoppage time."

"The whole game is over! Wigan Athletics won the game, they defeated the home team Chelsea at Stamford Bridge! Their performance was so outstanding, their No. 13, Zhang, completed a hat trick, and almost dominated the game with one blow!"

"The Chelsea people will remember this young No. 13 who brought shame and pain to them!"

This is not a dream, it is true!

We really beat Chelsea, and I also won the best game and completed a hat trick.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Tiehan laughed happily, he felt so good! So good!

It's really cool to win Chelsea!

Zhang Tiehan quickly put on his clothes, walked out of the door, and took out the newspaper he delivered this morning in his mailbox. One copy of the Wigan, one copy of the Manchester Sports, and one copy of the Manchester Morning Post.

First, I opened the Manchester Morning Post. The large photo on the sports page was the scene where I scored the third goal yesterday. On the picture, I looked ferocious and was leaping high in the air, and the football flew to my ears.

Under his chest, there was a head, and the angle of the picture was not clear, but Zhang Tiehan knew it was Lampard.

Scoring the goal against Lampard's head... It's great!

The title of the Manchester Morning Post is 'Hat Trick! The young Wigan Athletics conquered Stamford Bridge!'. The text inside details yesterday's game, focusing on three goals about him.

The article ended with the article, "This young man came from Manchester United's youth training camp. He emerged at the Wigan Athletics and scored three goals in one game, which impressed the English upstart Chelsea! We want to congratulate him, he really became famous in one game!"

The Wigan newspaper reported more about yesterday's game. As the Wigan newspaper, the Wigan newspaper used almost all sports pages to describe yesterday's game. There were too many praises to Zhang Tiehan, and Zhang Tiehan blushed when he saw some of the words.

This is not a report, it is simply a piece of writing to praise him.

‘Genius’, ‘Magic’, ‘Hero’, ‘Future’, ‘Superstar’…

Many of the praises that can be thought of can be found in newspapers and have been mentioned more than once. Looking at this report, Zhang Tiehan suddenly felt that he had conquered the world.

Let’s look at Manchester Sports again, and there is an absolute gap between the contents of the Wigan newspaper. There are also reports on Chelsea and Wigan Athletics matches yesterday, and a special page is set to write them.

However, the content is more inclined to satirize Chelsea.

"Chelsea actually loses to Wigan Athletics, which also proves that the English upstarts are unstable. They only have a luxurious lineup, but they do not have the same foundation as it. The foundation is accumulated over a century of history. This is the difference between a newcomer and a wealthy family..."

As for why Wigan Athletics won?

There is no mention at all, and only the words about Zhang Tiehan were said, "Zhang of Wigan Athletics performed well, and his three balls helped the team win."

That's all, it's gone.

Zhang Tiehan looked at the report and shook his head helplessly. He knew who did this report to avoid the importance and slightest. It must be the arrogant woman who brought her personal feelings into her work - Alikshia.

really.

Zhang Tiehan was not depressed by Alikshia's report. No matter how much the opponent ignored his performance, it could not affect his good mood. He did score three goals at Stamford Bridge. The opponent didn't care, so he scored three.

As usual, after dressing, Zhang Tiehan went out of the room and went for a morning jog on the way.

He has this habit.

Since he came to this world, Zhang Tiehan has been performing morning jogs continuously. He woke up a little late today, but it was only around 8 o'clock in the morning. He came to Lao Leo's shop for breakfast, which he liked very much.

On the way, you will meet many nearby residents, as well as young people who also come for morning jogging. In the past, they would say hello to him, then nod and smile at each other.

He enjoyed the warmth.

But today seemed different. As soon as he walked to the side of the road, he met several fans who came forward to ask Zhang Tiehan for autographs.

"Zhang! Give me a signature!"

A somewhat unfamiliar fan came over and took out the prepared paper and pen. Zhang Tiehan agreed, signed his English name and smiled at them in a friendly manner.

It's really different now. In the morning, someone came to ask me for an autograph... This kind of thing was only thought about, but now it happened. Zhang Tiehan felt very excited and would be a little star in the future.

This feeling...is pretty good.

Zhang Tiehan thought, jogging towards Lao Vinson's shop. It was when there were many people eating breakfast. There were many people around the counter. Zhang Tiehan walked in and shouted, "Vinson, as usual." He usually ate a breakfast cake, two eggs and a steamed cake. Because he often cared about it, Lao Vinson was already very familiar with it.

But today is different.

Zhang Tiehan found a seat to sit down, and some people surrounded him. They took photos with their mobile phones, and there was a guy with a camera, who could tell at first glance that he was a reporter who came to Wigan to interview.

Zhang Tiehan smiled at them in a friendly manner.

Some of them asked for autographs and some asked for photos. The reporter also came to interview specially, and they didn't even care about the breakfast they had just bought. Zhang Tiehan cooperated patiently at the beginning, but when the breakfast came, he wanted to have a meal, but these people just didn't leave.

"Sorry, I want to have breakfast." Zhang Tiehan said.

Some familiar nearby residents left, but they didn't care about such strange faces, especially the reporter, who was still asking questions -

"Zhang, you performed so well yesterday. Can you tell me about your current mood?"

"I want to have a meal."

"When you have breakfast? By the way, do you often eat breakfast in this restaurant? Why don't you go to the club restaurant? The food there is more nutritious."

"I just want to have a meal."

"Do you get up so early every day? It's only 8 o'clock now, and as far as I know, Wigan Athletic's daily training starts at nine o'clock, and today seems to be a rest day."

"Sorry... I want to say, I'm going to have breakfast." Zhang Tiehan said this in a low voice, but the reporter was still muttering. He asked Zhang Tiehan to have dinner, but just sat opposite him and watched motionlessly, as if he was waiting for him to eat and continue to ask.

Zhang Tiehan has no patience anymore.

After a few bites of food, he got up and left directly. The reporter and a few fans who had just arrived were still chasing him behind him. Zhang Tiehan walked away quickly and threw them away at the corner of the street.

He had had enough.

No wonder some stars hate their lives very much. They have to dress up every time they go out, and even wear hats for fear that others will recognize them. Only one morning, Zhang Tiehan felt troubled.

It's pretty good to do this occasionally, but it's like this every day, so how can you get out for a morning jog in the future?

Fortunately, there were not many people on the streets in the morning. Except for the strange fans who were waiting there, most of the people they met knew Zhang Tiehan. They just said hello in a friendly manner, but they didn't come over to sign or something, which made Zhang Tiehan breathe a sigh of relief.

The morning jog ended, it was already past nine o'clock.

At this time, the club's daily training also began, but the match with Chelsea ended yesterday. Today, the club had a day off, and there was no one in the training ground. Zhang Tiehan was hesitating about what to do. After thinking about it, he went to the club's training ground.

He wants to do some training alone.

However, when training by himself, the effect was not great. Zhang Tiehan hesitated and called Beronte.

"Zhang? Isn't it a holiday today?" A confused voice rang out from the other end of the phone. It was obvious that Beronte had not woken up yet.

Zhang Tiehan said, "It seems that it has nothing to do with you during the holiday, Cahill, don't you have to work? I need to train, you can sign a formal job contract, but don't just slacke in your work."

"Oh God! You guys have a break, and as a coach, I'll also have a break. Although the club promised me to have twice the overtime pay, I still don't want to work overtime!"

"Cahill, get up, you should be in Wigan. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been formally working, you know."

On the other end of the phone, Bellonte was immediately annoyed when he heard it, "Zhang! If it weren't for me, your shooting skills wouldn't have improved so quickly! He wouldn't have scored three goals at Stamford Bridge!"

"Okay! OK!"

Zhang Tiehan felt that the main reason for his improvement in shooting skills was that he had obtained new ancient power, but Beronte's training also had a lot of effect. He could only say, "Cahil, you are amazing, come and train me quickly, I can't wait."

"One hour." Beronte had no choice but to agree helplessly.

In the last game against Chelsea, Zhang Tiehan scored three goals, but overall, he still knew that he lacked some shooting. Apart from strong long shots, it was difficult for him to make other shots. Even if his accuracy was good, he had not done much training after all.

For example, if a teammate crosses the ball to the middle or sends the ball to his feet in other ways, it will be difficult for him to score the ball with one kick. Unless the football route is too good and his position is too suitable, you need to stop the ball every time, but there is room for stopping the ball in the penalty area, and stopping the ball means there is no chance.

For example, he only knows how to shoot directly, but that is the most inefficient one. He may be thrown into the opponent's goalkeeper with both hands, but if he wants to do something to shoot, the failure rate is a bit too high, and he will not be able to play fake moves when shooting.

If you face a world-class goalkeeper, you will have no fake moves and directly shoot... It is certain that eight of them will be blocked by ten, which is a bit conservative.

So Zhang Tiehan feels that he needs to strengthen his shooting training.

An hour later, Beronte arrived at the training ground. He originally wanted to watch Zhang Tiehan train, and he was relaxed and comfortable to coach by himself, and could also get double the salary, but his guidance was not a golden word, and his effect was too small.

Not long after, he became a caddie.

"Cahill, pass it over!"

"This time I use the hanging method, I want to kick the ball into a blind spot!"

"God, you are such a footer!"

Zhang Tiehan shouted while taking the ball from Beronte to shoot directly. Beronte listened to these words and looked aggrieved. He shrugged helplessly, "Zhang, I just want to say, I am not a football player."

Soon the morning passed, and after training for a while in the afternoon, Zhang Tiehan let go of Beronte, and he welcomed his cousin Zhang Zhenren.

The two brothers gave a big hug directly.

"Iron Man, you did a pretty job yesterday! I watched the game and bought a plane ticket to Manchester!" Zhang Zhenren said eagerly.

"Are you here to help me negotiate a new contract?"
Chapter completed!