Football God.

Heinrich got up early in the morning. Compared with the usual match day, Heinrich seemed more serious today.

The original plan was to plan and deploy today for the weekend league game against Arsenal, but because of Jack's operation, Heinrich handed over the matter to Makelele and entrusted several assistants, Help Makelele train the players together.

Heinrich, on the other hand, went directly to Jack's lounge, planning to visit his own child first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was pushed open, a burst of crying was heard.

It seems to be Jack's voice...?

Heinrich is not calm anymore, is there something wrong with Jack's body?

In a hurry, Heinrich didn't knock on the bedroom door, but pushed the door open and entered.

Then I saw Jack crying and dragging Schmeichel, babbling: "Casper, I haven't saved any money yet, but I know you treat me well, so I will give all my savings to you." You, if I die, you must remember to come to the cemetery to see me often in the future, and I want to be your child's godfather, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, anyway... I don't know anymore..."

Heinrich: ...Huh?

Bertram who followed in: Who am I?where am i

Different from their bewildered expressions, Schmeichel, who has been nagged by Jack since early in the morning, looks extraordinarily calm.

Letting Jack tug on his sleeve, Schmeichel calmly took the water glass away from his hand: "You can't drink water, you can't eat anything."

Jack, who was still rambling about the funeral just now, suddenly became aggrieved again: "I'm already like this, you won't even let me eat!"

Schmeichel glanced at him: "You are the one who is going to be operated on, don't make trouble."

"But I'm hungry!"

"Eat after surgery."

Jack calmed down, but his eyes were still a little depressed.

Only then did the two of them see Heinrich coming, especially Jack, whose emotions that had been appeased by Schmeichel just now burst out.

The red-haired teenager came to Leeds United for Heinrich.

As a fan of Heinrich, Jack listens to him the most in the club, and everything he does is to not disappoint his coach.

Heinrich also pampered Jack a lot, always having endless patience.

Jack naturally became more and more dependent on Heinrich.

This is often the case with people, when they are alone, they will always be strong and hardworking, and their best performance is in front of the people they care about. All the disguises they put on will collapse in an instant, and the grievances that spew out cannot be contained.

At this moment, Jack stretched out his hand towards Heinrich, and the tall man who was nearly 1 meters looked as sad as a child at the moment: "Boss, am I going to die?"

Regarding this question, Heinrich is also a little difficult to answer, and he can also see that no matter what is said at this moment, Jack will not believe it.

So Heinrich sat sideways on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently held Jack's fingertips, warmed his player's cold fingers with the temperature of his palm, and said with a smile: "I will wait for you during the operation, so the last So you can come out and see me completely."

These words seem to have a miraculous effect on Jack, who is now in a mess and doesn't know what to do.

Now that he heard that Heinrich was going to accompany him, his hanging heart suddenly let go, and he just fell forward and fell into Heinrich's arms.

This made Schmeichel look a little disgusted: "Why do you look like a little girl?"

But in the end, Schmeichel didn't even stop her, but got up to pack what Jack should bring.

After this operation, Jack will not go home for the time being, but will be hospitalized for observation for a period of time.

So Schmeichel resigned to his fate and went to pack things for his teammates.

After a short period of decadence, Jack regained his vitality.

He even comforted Heinrich in turn: "Boss, don't worry, as long as I can survive this time, I will definitely be a good defender in the future."

Heinrich wants to say that Jack has done a good job. After all, he is still young and has many opportunities in the future.

But in the end, there was only one short word that came out of Heinrich's mouth: "Okay."

Jack went to the hospital in Bertram's car, and Heinrich, Schmeichel, and Dr. Braque all accompanied him in the car.

The operation this time was not a major one, but Heinrich still carefully chose a very experienced doctor. After arriving at the hospital, he started the operation with almost no pause.

It was only after the operation began that Heinrich saw another person who came to accompany him.

"Sir?" Several people stood up and looked at the old Jack Charlton who was wearing a hat and walking stick in surprise.

Mr. Charlton waved his hands to them. There was no smile on his face. He was as serious as ever, but he could still hear some nervousness in his voice: "How is it?"

Heinrich walked over, helped the old man to sit down on the bench, and then said softly: "The pre-operation examination results are good, and the opinions of several doctors are all consistent, it will not affect Jack's career, and He also only needs a month off to come back."

Mr. Charlton nodded upon hearing the words, and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

Mr. Charlton still pays special attention to this child with the same name and surname as himself.

Heinrich also knew this, and when he found out that there was something wrong with Jack's health, he had already talked to the old man on the phone.

Later, it was said that Jack would be safe, and Mr. Byron had told him the news.

But there are some words that are said from Mr. Byron's old saying, and the feeling is completely different from hearing them from Heinrich's mouth.

Now Mr. Charlton is much more relaxed than before, and he is also in the mood to chat with Heinrich: "You have a good record this season, do you have any plans for the future?"

This made the blond coach a little puzzled: "What plan?"

"Champions, which ones do you want?" Mr. Charlton has been playing football for decades, and he speaks directly without any turns.

Logically speaking, this topic should not be discussed in front of the players, but Heinrich didn't care too much, but smiled: "If I can win a championship, I don't want to give up any of them."

This surprised Old Charlton. In his opinion, running a club is indeed very difficult. Apart from worrying about the health of the players like today, the team's record is often the result of many main players. Where the coach has a headache.

Among the old Charlton's guesses, the biggest goal of Leeds United this season is naturally to defend the Premier League.

They all won the defending title in the Premier League, which in itself is an honorable thing.

After the restructuring from the Premier League, only Manchester United and Chelsea can defend the Premier League, and Manchester United's longest record is to win three consecutive championships.

Defending the league championship is a very difficult thing for a league like the Premier League.

In addition, for the defending champions, their resistance comes not only from their opponents, but also from the hated FA. This makes defending a luxury for many middle and lower-level teams.

If Leeds United can complete the achievement of the third defending team after Manchester United and Chelsea, it will be a great honor for the entire Leeds United.

But now it seems that Heinrich's ambition is obviously more than what the old Charlton thought in his heart.

Heinrich didn't need Mr. Charlton to ask, and directly stated the reason: "I also thought about whether to relax this season and reduce the pressure on the players. After all, in my opinion, a team is Like a spring, if it is stretched too long, it will inevitably deform."

This made Charlton nodded, but did not speak, but waited for Heinrich's next words.

Then I heard Heinrich go on to say: "But now I find that for this group of young players under me, what they fear is never pressure, but idleness."

These players under him have unlimited and inexhaustible strength.

Of course, Heinrich will not pressurize them infinitely, but the previous active decompression measures are gone, and they even have to set a high goal for them, so as to mobilize the enthusiasm of the players.

"The simplest analogy is that there are some small targets that they can reach only by looking up, and some that need to be reached by reaching out. Now I will give them a target that needs to be jumped up to reach. In this case Next, I believe those boys will give me a satisfactory answer." As Heinrich spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

In fact, Heinrich didn't know what the final result was.

But compared to last Christmas's devilish schedule, Leeds United won a series of draws and lost the top spot in the league. This year's Leeds United will be much better. At least the players are full of energy every day and rarely underestimate the enemy. , is already an improvement.

Charlton nodded again when he heard the words. There was still no joy or anger on his face, but there was satisfaction in his eyes.

Old Mr. Charlton has a brother, the difference is that his brother went to Manchester United and won the glory, but he came to Leeds United.

It never made old Charlton feel jealous, he just envied.

Mine wasn't his brother either, it was Manchester United who were in full swing.

Now, he has seen Leeds United under Heinrich, and it seems that he is not far from the word "heyday".

Yes, the difference is not far away, I never thought that I would still be alive to see this day.

This made the old Charlton sigh: "It seems that it is good for people to live longer."

Heinrich didn't know where this emotion came from, but nodded with a smile.

And Jack's operation lasted for a day. The sun was still shining when they came, and it was already sunset when Jack was pushed out of the operating room.

This also made Schmeichel, who was originally planning to take half a day off, miss a whole day of training. Fortunately, Heinrich promised that as long as his performance in tomorrow's team training match is as usual, then the starting goalkeeper for the weekend will still be he.

Under the effect of anesthesia, Jack fell into a deep sleep. Old Mr. Charlton didn't wait for him to wake up, knowing that his junior was all right, so he left silently.

Schmeichel went out to find food for Jack. He still hadn't forgotten how his teammates shouted that they were hungry in the morning.

Heinrich always sat calmly by the bed, peeling apples.

And when Jack opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the blond man sitting by the window.

The man was against the light, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit his body, as if there was a layer of gold around him, especially the short golden hair, which reflected the soft light in the sun.

Jack checked his eyes and said vaguely, "Did I see an angel?"

Heinrich raised his eyelids and found that he had woken up, with a smile on his face: "Is it an angel? I will talk about it later, but now, little Jack, how do you feel?"

Not an angel, but his own head coach.

This recognition did not disappoint Jack, but instead smiled.

There is still some pain in the chest area, but it is different from the previous feeling of restlessness. This time the pain is in the flesh, and there is a small hole there. The feeling after the anesthetic is always a bit strange.

However, he didn't say anything to make Heinrich worry, but shook his head obediently: "I'm fine. In fact, I've never been so fine in recent times."

Heinrich spoke, but Dr. Braque stood up.

Having also accompanied Jack for such a long operation, Dr. Braque's eyes were a little tired, but he said it with confidence: "Boy, since your operation was successful, let's talk about compensation. "

Jack looked over innocently: "What is the compensation?"

Dr. Blake twitched his mouth, and the expression of the devil's smile, which was hailed by the Leeds United players, appeared on his face again: "A refrigerator of nutrient solution, one hundred pounds per bottle, calculate how much you have to pay me Bar."

Jack: ...Huh?

Dr. Braque quickly let go of his notebook: "Of course, based on the principle of humanitarianism, I will give you two choices. Either you will lose money, or you will come here and be a research subject for me. You choose."

Jack suddenly felt that neither of these two solutions was a good solution.

Heinrich, who was mistaken by Jack for an angel just now, spoke at the right time and said with a smile, "I suggest you choose the first one."

Jack asked pitifully, "Why?"

Heinrich's smile remained the same: "Because the mice that were used as experimental subjects for him before all died."

Jack: ...QAQ

The author has something to say: Braque: Now that you are in good health, let’s talk about compensation, brat, sooner or later you have to know that everything you do has a price!

Jack: QVQVQVQVQVQVQ Casper save me

Schmeichel: Don't save me, get out

Jack: ...