my name is ferguson

Nasri was lying on the bed alone in the dormitory looking at the ceiling. He has been in Burleigh for a whole year, and he was extremely happy during this year. He and his teammates fought together, won together, won the trophy together, and were honored together. Li Cha, the guy who is not a boss or a friend or a friend, scolded me like a dog.He likes this small town and the feeling of being trusted. At least in Burleigh, he can run wildly on the pitch and bear the trust of the fans and the boss.

How about back to Marseille?

Will there be riles waiting on the bench?Who is Marseille's head coach now?Will you trust yourself?If you return to France, can you still meet the eyes of the fans that you are looking forward to?Now that I am the champion of the Europa League, will it be more stressful to return to Marseille with this aura?

Nasri doesn't want to go back to Marseille, he doesn't want to at all. When Marseille is mentioned, countless questions will appear in Nasri's mind.

But why didn't the boss come to talk to me?According to the original transfer terms between the club and Marseille, as long as Marseille bids 500 million, the club must agree to transfer itself, but at least there should be a decent retention?

Boss, come and knock on my door!As long as you say that Burleigh needs Nasri, then I will definitely stay without hesitation.

As the night fell, Nasri, who had returned to Burleigh after the European Championships, was waiting for Li Cha to stay.

Unfortunately, three days have passed, and there is no movement at the Burleigh Club.

Nasri didn't know how busy Li Cha was, and he didn't know how much Li Cha had gained recently. He even began to feel that Li Cha didn't value him a little bit. Otherwise, why didn't he talk to him quickly after Marseille made an offer?

bump!bump!bump!

Nasri looked at the closed door for an instant, his heart suddenly became excited, and what he had been waiting for finally came.

How can I make a joke with this boss who has worried me for so long?To make him sad for a while by pretending to make up his mind to leave Burleigh, or to just ignore him today...

"Samir, I'm Las Diarra."

Hearing this voice, Nasri, who was only 17 years old, looked lonely: "Is there something wrong?"

"Come out, I'll wait for you on the training ground."

Training Course?

Now the team has not started the training camp, but the training camp will officially start the day after tomorrow, why go to the training ground now?

Nasri tidied up his clothes and walked out of the dormitory in casual attire.

When he walked down the dormitory building, he saw many people standing in the lights of the training ground. These people seemed to be looking forward to his figure, staring at the door of the dormitory building intently.

"Boss..." Nasri was astonished when he saw Li Cha standing in the front. He didn't expect that there were so many people in Stanton.

Li Cha was the first to walk over, reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Samir, you are great, very powerful, and very suitable for Burleigh... I know why I haven't talked to you about the repurchase terms of Marseille's launch." Something? Because I don’t want to disturb your thinking about the future. Do you know why all the club’s new signings arrive with higher salaries than you? It’s definitely not that they are better than you, but that your new contract has already been established. It's just that I didn't give it to you now."

"Nasri, my appreciation for you is beyond your imagination. Although I can't say that the whole set of tactics is formulated for you, I can make your abilities maximize in my framework. Nasri, Marseille has always been a strong team in France's top league. Maybe next season or the next season can qualify for the Champions League, and you may attract the attention of the giants in the Champions League. How can I delay you?"

"Little guy, do you still remember how I described you when I brought you to Burleigh? Remember why I let you and Gaza appear on the court at the same time? Because Garza will retire one day, and Burleigh's Metronome, it's you."

Li Cha tightly hugged the 17-year-old Nasri who was trained to be very strong: "Boy, no matter what you choose, goodluck."

Li Cha turned and walked back into the crowd, and then Allen came out: "Hey, boy, you forgot that when you made a mistake on the training ground, who was it that helped you secretly change the record during your punishment and let you escape?" Did you get corporal punishment? Did you forget that in the locker room, our boss was furious, who was helping you to relieve your emotions? That’s right, it’s all old Allen. Old Allen is not the head coach, but Old Allen loves you the most You, meanwhile, no matter what you choose, Old Allen blesses you. Good luck, Nasri."

Allen walked back into the crowd, and Diarra came over. They were also from France and they were naturally the closest: "I tricked you into coming down. In fact, it was all of us looking for you, not me alone. Nasri, You recommended me to come to Burleigh, I thank you. You have a better chance to play for the top league, I... I am a little bit reluctant to let you go. The boss said before that no tears are allowed, because I want to be a tough guy in the midfielder position of Burleigh. Be vicious, but whoever says a tough guy won’t shed tears. Nasri, we’ve only been together for a year, but you must be in my friends list, I wish you the best of luck.”

Redondo led all the teammates of the team over: "Look at the new teammates who haven't worked with you before, I'm just a little pity, but unfortunately in the days to come, I can only tell them that there is a super-skilled player in Burleigh." The genius has existed. Nasri, it is absolutely right for people to choose to stand on the high ground, especially the players. There are not many Maldinis in the whole football world. Don't worry about making bold choices, and the whole Burleigh will not put pressure on you. "

The team doctor, coach, and Burleigh's security guards all appeared in front of Nasri and sent their blessings.

Naris didn't say a word, just listened quietly, silently wiping away the inconspicuous teardrops from the corners of his eyes.

Finally, old Kewell came over, his obese body trembling incessantly, but this familiar figure could evoke Nasri's memory the most: "Don't worry, young man, old Kewell has forgotten who was in the friendly match." You gave me the middle finger. Burleigh fans never hold grudges, we only remember your wonderful assists and goals on the pitch, as well as your performance in the League Cup." After finishing the old Kewell He turned around and shouted: "Guys, don't you have something to send to Nasri?"

After the elder Kewell finished speaking, he said to Nasri: "Don't worry, they are Burleigh's most loyal fans."

Suddenly, in the silent night, an earth-shattering sound resounded...

"Nasri, we need you!!!"

"Samir, don't leave us!!"

"Beagle, go and keep chasing the colored socks in the tornado!!!"

Naris couldn't hold back his tears anymore, covered his eyes with both hands and shouted: "Who-he-mother said I'm leaving, damn boss, if I don't leave, I'll die in Burleigh!!!"