"Tell me about Robert Lewandowski." said El Roddick, a reporter from Marca, and "The Poles performed very well in their first season in Spain. We are all curious about how you found him from the Polish League C."

"Hard work will bring rewards." Fang Jue said, "I dreamed that when I woke up, there was a good scorer who scored goals. However, you also know that Ibiza's small ball will be difficult to attract more famous stars, so I will pay attention to the leagues of other countries, and then I saw Robert's game information. At first glance, I was sure that this is the one I wanted."

"This is a love story." A reporter said with a smile.

Fang Jue laughed out loud.

"Let's talk about Aubameyang... We all know that the Gabonese often waste shooting opportunities, so why do you still choose to trust him?"

"I want to correct it. You only saw Aubameyang wasting some opportunities, but they didn't notice why every time they appeared at the football landing point and finished shooting in front of the goal? This is his talent, this is his gift for his hard work. God is fair. If you work hard, there will be rewards." Fang Jue immediately expressed his serious expression to protect his players.

"About the latter question." Fang Jue was full of energy and talked freely, "because I always believed that he could score goals. His ability was fine, but he just lacked some luck..."

The reporters had to continue asking questions, but Fang Jue was unwilling to continue accepting the interview. He wanted to be with his players and hug them, so he made a gesture to signal that he would not accept the interview anymore.

"Guide Fang, let's ask another question." Zhong Dahua and other Chinese reporters shouted.

"When the award ceremony is over, I will give you a joint interview." Fang Jue said.

Zhong Dahua and others were overjoyed.

Fang Jue walked towards his players, and the photographer kept following him. Now every moment they recorded will be a witness to the glorious history of a great miracle season.

"Why?" complained about Spanish journalists, Portuguese journalists, and German journalists.

Zhong Dahua and others were so proud. Why? He is Chinese!

...

After coming out of the reporters' encirclement, Fang Jue glanced at Valencia. The Valencians had left the stadium and returned to the locker room. Fang Jue rubbed his hands regretfully. He also wanted to comfort Ronald Koeman, which was all these reporters who made him rude.

The players were very happy to see the coach coming.

Fareco hit him directly and rushed into the coach's arms.

Now, after experiencing the ups and downs of last season, the little guy has made great progress, trained hard, and worked hard even as a bench. His attitude is unspeakable. What he is most grateful to now are three people. One is his father's wake-up call for him, which makes him sober from the intoxication of "he is a genius", and the other is Fang Jue, who strictly demands him. At the age of the most ball, he met the right coach. This is the greatest luck of a player. In addition, ◇百官网◆One is the old chairman Alfonso who died before. Alfonso is very doting on this most outstanding genius in Ibiza in the past ten years, and he really treats Fareco as his eldest grandson.

"Coach, we are the champions, we won the King's Cup." Fareco shouted excitedly.

"That goal was awesome, and Valencia's arrogance to counterattack was extinguished." Fang Jue patted Valeco's shoulder and praised, and the little guy immediately smiled happily.

Then there was the captain Desler, Fang Jue hugged the team captain.

Then there is Alba, Mark Korosas, Pjanic, Reus, Lewandowski, Mata...

"Do you still remember what I said?" Fang Jue asked Mata and others.

The young men nodded.

Fang Jue pointed to the stands and said, "Look, we did it, we are the champions."

Everyone nodded excitedly. They saw that there was a blue ocean in the stands, and they were thrilling like waves.

...

The cheers in the stands were heard, and the Ibiza players temporarily left the stadium and were going to return to the home team locker room of the Bernabeu. They had to take a shower, change into the championship jerseys specially prepared by the club for the championship, and then return to the stadium, receive medals, hold trophys and enjoy the cheers.

As the players temporarily left the stadium, the crazy celebration of the Ibiza fans in the stands continued. The excited Ibiza fans played in the stands. The blue jerseys and blue flags were surging, and the cheers were warm.

Carl Fernando was completely excited. He waved Ibiza's blue scarf with one hand, and hugged his girlfriend Tracy and celebrated with passion. His steps continued to shook, hoping to find a hotel now to have a warm applause battle.

In the VIP room at Bernabeu, Fang Jue's family was very excited, and Miss Mendes even took out the champagne that had been prepared long ago to celebrate.

"Girl, you've been ready long ago?" Fang's mother asked in surprise.

"Of course." After listening to Fang Xiaoyu's translation, Miss Mendes smiled like a flower, "I feel confident about Fang."

Mama Fang likes to hear these words.

In a private room next door next door, including Rebeto, Evelyn Papa Carina, Li Zihua, Natasha Roberta and other senior executives of the Ibiza club, as well as some business and political celebrities, are also raising glasses to celebrate. Miss Papa was in a particularly happy mood, but her eyelids suddenly blew a few times, but Miss Papa didn't care.

My relationship with Fang Jue has made good progress and my career has also developed rapidly. It can be said that it is a double harvest. The most important thing is that the little vixen was also frustrated by her. Miss Papa felt that she was very fulfilled and satisfied.

...

Fang Jue accepted another interview with the official website of the Spanish Football Association in the mixed interview area, so he was the last to return to the locker room.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he was shot by several water columns so that he couldn't open his eyes. He quickly wiped his eyes randomly and barely saw clearly what was going on. Desler, Mata, Clement, Fareco and other guys were holding a large bottle of champagne and firing at him.

"You guys." Fang Jue shouted with a smile.

Deisler suddenly clapped his hands.

Everyone gathered.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do?" Fang Jue shouted. Who can stand these more than twenty men?

Then he wanted to run, but was pushed back by Sebalos and Digneto.

"You two traitors." Fang Jue was so angry that the big man was so angry.

Then, he saw everyone surrounding him, Fang Jue had no choice but to surrender: He was not allowed to shoot in the face.

Then, he saw Deisler snapping his fingers, and everyone suddenly shouted, "Coach, you are the best!"

"Coach, thank you for your hard work."

Fang Jue felt that his ears were shocked to deafness. When he looked at the more than 20 men, he suddenly felt goosebumps inexplicably moved. His eyes were a little sore, "You... you guys."

Then, Fang Jue also bowed slightly, "I want to thank you too. It is my honor to be able to work with the best players."

Sebalus wiped his tears aside, so moved.

"Go!" Hearing the bastard Clement roar, everyone suddenly exposed their hidden weapons, and many water columns shot over, instantly submerging Fang Jue.

"Bastard! You guys, wait for me." Fang Jue opened his mouth and immediately shot in a few champagne level... He swallowed it and subconsciously licked Momo.

Very sweet.

This is the taste of the champion. Ahhh!

: The first update is here, continue to ask for monthly tickets. There are more than four hours left to 00 years. Thank you to all readers, thank you for your strong support from all brothers, and thank you very much for the rewards from [zouxg]. Today is New Year's Eve, I wish you all a happy New Year and a happy family. The burst of typing is the best (hard) New Year's Eve for the author. Well, typing makes me happy.
Chapter completed!