Sports City
Upon entering again, Chen Zhong felt a wave of emotions.
On the car, Raul was rambling, sharing many things, including the lifeti contract issue. There was one sentence that Chen Zhong rembered very clearly; Raul lanted, "I actually had the option to retire directly, so I could end my career here."
"But I ultimately can’t let go of the football I love."
"I still want to play for a few more years."
"It’s not that the club has failed , it’s just that I..."
"Still want to play for a few more years."
In the beginning, Raul indeed couldn’t quite understand and didn’t want to leave Real Madrid, longing to keep fighting for the pure white on this land.
However, recalling last season’s Barcelona and the chaos in the locker room, he knew that he could no longer contribute more to Real Madrid.
He needs to make way for the younger generation.
The only regret was that his No. 7 jersey wasn’t passed on to the young man before him. Although the one about to inherit this jersey is the world’s greatest player, Cristiano Ronaldo, Raul’s deepest wish was for Chen Zhong to take over his No. 7.
Chen Zhong did not respond to Raul, not because Raul was gripping the steering wheel, but because at tis like this, quietly listening is actually the best choice.
Earlier on the flight to Madrid, Chen Zhong already knew roughly about the team’s number assignnts.
No. 7: Cristiano Ronaldo
No. 8: Kaka
No. 9: Alvaro Negredo
No. 10: Chen Zhong
No. 11: Karim Benzema
...
Chen Zhong inherited the No. 10 jersey once worn by players like Puskás, Laudrup, Seedorf, Figo, Robinho, a jersey that often symbolizes the midfield core and team soul in football.
This is the number of Pele and Maradona, and now the number worn by ssi of the Cosmic Team.
The car quickly drove into Sports City, and Raul did not get out, leaving after Chen Zhong exited.
Behind him, Guti was also following in a car.
Aside from the two of them, everyone else stayed, and as they left the underground garage towards the dormitory, Chen Zhong saw soone unexpected yet sensible.
Kaka.
A teammate from the Milan days.
The two had embraced after the last league match ended.
At that ti, Kaka told Chen Zhong, "If you could stay in Milan, that would be great."
"We surely could reach the peak of Europe again."
"But still, I wish you the best."
Chen Zhong then smiled and replied, "Perhaps you’ll co to Real Madrid, you never know!"
"Thanks for the care, I promise I’ll look after you in the locker room."
"In Madrid, I have so influence, hahaha."
This season, through repeated defense and scoring during corner monts, Chen Zhong has proven his strength and won the love of Milan fans.
Everyone knows Chen Zhong is the future answer for Milan’s midfield.
Unfortunately, they cannot keep this answer.
As ti flows back to the present, Kaka stands there with a radiant smile, watching Chen Zhong, his eyes appearing almost sparkling.
It’s undeniably delightful to et an "old friend" in a foreign country.
However, the roles have reversed.
In Milan, Kaka was the center of attention, but now, at this mont, Chen Zhong is the one being surrounded.
"Hey~"
"Isn’t this Kaka?"
"What’s the matter, can’t let go of , coming to Sports City to see off to the dormitory door!" Chen Zhong laughed greatly as he walked towards Kaka, followed by Negredo, Granero, Benzema, Marcelo, Callejon, Parejo, and other players.
"Let introduce everyone."
"Kaka, my friend!"
Chen Zhong stepped forward and opened his arms, Kaka also laughed and hugged Chen Zhong, giving him a playful twist saying, "I never saw this side of you in Milan."
The two exchanged jokes, chatted briefly, and then Chen Zhong introduced Kaka to those behind him.
Marcelo, watching Chen Zhong trying to introduce Kaka, couldn’t help but roll his eyes, saying, "Chen, I know Kaka better than you do."
Although Marcelo and Kaka hadn’t been in the sa club before, they had t in the Brazil national team.
"My mistake, my mistake," Chen Zhong clasped his hands together, face filled with apology, Marcelo shook his head, with a look of playful annoyance, instantly creating a harmonious atmosphere.
In the future Real Madrid locker room, there’s no division of Brazil or Spain; it’s all "Chen’s party."
"Isn’t that Pepe?"
"And Cristiano Ronaldo."
Everyone turned their gaze towards the garage, seeing C. Ronaldo and Pepe chatting rrily, and upon spotting the large group around Chen Zhong.
Pepe restrained his smile, while C. Ronaldo boldly lifted his head, showing bright white teeth, speaking in slightly awkward Spanish, "I am Cristiano Ronaldo, pleased to et you."
C. Ronaldo had already started learning Spanish before joining Real Madrid.
Though still sowhat clumsy, he could already manage basic conversations.
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