My football skills are so strong! I am the king of control

The post quickly topped the trending search list, and the number of comments quickly exceeded 10,000.

Lin Chen has gotten used to it. The traffic to posts about himself always explodes, and the traffic to posts about his poor performance is even better.

"Didn't I tell you not to read these comments?"

"A lot of people do it on purpose, they just want the likes."

Maria was wearing a silver satin nightgown and snuggled up to Lin Chen.

"Give me a drink."

Lin Chen slowly picked up the bottle of red wine. Maria took a sip and then leaned in Lin Chen's arms with her eyes closed. Her long legs were curled up on Lin Chen's knees like a sculpture.

"I heard that life in China is very good and the fans there like you very much. Or Saudi Arabia, which is simply a holiday resort. We will enjoy a wonderful life there and treat it as playing with our children."

Maria's voice was so soft that Lin Chen didn't know if he heard it.

Therefore Lin Chen did not answer.

The pleasant evening breeze passed by Lin Chen's face. This was the first time that Lin Chen discovered that the evening breeze could also be intoxicating.

In the past, I would always sit on the balcony and enjoy the evening breeze of victory after completing a perfect season.

But now, the summer evening breeze has long lost the flavor that made me addicted.

There is no passion, no excitement, no honor, and no high spirits.

The twinkling stars indicate good weather for the next day.

The next day, as soon as Slot entered the office, he saw Lin Chen sitting at the table, tasting the expensive civet coffee.

"I bought this from Barnett at a huge price, and you didn't even let me take the first sip!" Slott rushed forward, picked up the half-finished coffee of Lin Chen and drank it all in one gulp!

"Not bad, not bad. It's worthy of being Barnett's product. It tastes delicious."

"How much did he sell you for this coffee?" Lin Chen asked.

"Three thousand pounds a can, what's wrong?" Slott made another cup of coffee and brought it to himself and Lin Chen.

"But you have to be frugal with your drinking. It's too expensive. This time, I'll drink the first half and you drink the second half!"

"The purchase price of this coffee is 800 pounds. Normally, we would sell it for 3,500 pounds in our store. If we sell it to an acquaintance, we would sell it for 2,000 pounds."

"It seems that your relationship with Barnett is not yet at the level of acquaintances!" Lin Chen said lightly.

"What?!!"

"Barnett, I will never be reconciled with you!!!"

While Slott was roaring, Lin Chen was quick to pick up the coffee and drink half of it.

"I'm leaving Slott, it's time to train."

"Leaving now? You don't want to drink the second half of the coffee...Lin!"

"Damn it, I should have realized that you are Barnett's apprentice!"

Slott reached out to the table and picked up the coffee. Next to the coffee was a white envelope.

Slot slowly opened it. On the milky white paper, a few large characters were carved in carbon black handwriting: "I, Lin Chen, officially declare that I am applying for the team's substitute position!"

"Slot." Lin Chen had already walked to the door of the head coach's office.

“Why don’t you take me out of the starting lineup?”

Slott was silent for a long time. He drank the rest of the coffee in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and slowly sat down at the table: "Because you are Lin."

"The coach shouldn't let any factors influence his selection criteria." Lin Chen turned around and said.

"That's right, but you are Lin." Slot looked at Lin Chen.

"I'm with the Liverpool fans, the real Liverpool fans, the ones who are still trying to protect your interests."

"I saw your last-minute goal against Bayern Munich, I witnessed your comeback goal against Real Madrid, I saw your wonderful performances, I saw the whole process of your success for Liverpool."

"So, even if you want me to put you on the bench, you should give me some time to hesitate, right?"

"I can't just throw you on the bench like a useless person on the street. I won't use my right foot to kick you off the luxury sports car of Liverpool," said Slote.