The scorching sun was like fire, and it was burning the Persian sea unscrupulously.

A yacht is moored on the sea about ten nautical miles east of Crescent Bay, rising and falling with the sea.

The captain is a middle-aged man in his forties. He can tell at a glance that he is from the Arab region of the Middle East. He has been running on the sea for many years and is very dark, but he always looks like he smiles, giving people a very friendly feeling.

At the fishing deck of the yacht, there was a beach chair under the sunshade ceiling. At this time, a fat man was lying on the chair.

Wearing short beach pants, a loose T-shirt, and a baseball cap covering her face, as if she was sleeping.

There was a fishing rod in front of the beach chair. The hook had been put down and it shook from time to time, but the fat man didn't move, as if he was not fishing at all, but was here to sleep lazy.

Whenever I heard the noise, the captain of the Middle East would open his mouth and finally hold it back.

He has been with the fat man for almost two weeks. He does this every day, and sometimes he goes to sea for a whole day.

The surrounding area has a lot of fishing catches and it is easy to catch fish, but he is very strange. He let go of the small ones and takes the big ones home.

Interestingly, he was able to catch a big one every day. Every time he caught it, he laughed happily for a long time, and then patted his butt and shouted back as if he was completing a task.

The middle-aged captain didn't know what his name was, nor did he know what his origin was. He just vaguely heard his boss say that he was a very famous football coach in Europe, and he seemed to be a friend of Master Yang Huan, the boss of Crescent Bay, so the superiors attached great importance to it.

But he was very strange. Are famous people so weird?

So now, every time the middle-aged captain sent him to the place, he simply ignored him, squatted in the cockpit, secretly chatting with his family on WeChat, and only then came to take a look when he heard the noise occasionally.

After all, he was also worried that if the fat man accidentally fell asleep and fell into the sea, he would be in trouble.

Just as the middle-aged captain raised his head and looked at the sun that was almost burning, he couldn't help but yawn. Just as he was thinking about whether to sleep with himself, the fishing rod sounded again.

"Oh, is there another fish caught so soon?"

The fat man lying on the beach chair heard the movement and sat up, as if a fish was on the bait, and he was very dissatisfied.

He stood up, stretched his waist, and exposed his face in the sun.

If you are a person familiar with European football, you will definitely be able to recognize him at a glance.

Carol Ancelotti!

He just got off from Real Madrid half a month ago, and then disappeared from European football. No one knew where he went.

But in recent days, football reporters throughout Europe and even the world have been digging three feet to look for him.

The reason is nothing, because Southampton announced three days ago that he will officially become the new Saints coach!

But if there were fans on the sea at this time, they would definitely be shocked, because they would find that the famous coach Ancelotti, who was the world's mind, was clumsyly pulling the fishing rod, and his mouth was full of surprise.

"Wow, it seems to be quite small. I have to eat it tonight. Hehe, is it necessary to steam it? Or is it braised and tasted? Well, the fish head should be stewed in the soup, it must be great!"

This is like a standard foodie!

Ancelotti grabbed the fishing rod hard, and the fish that was hooked was really exciting.

"Hehe, the more exciting it is, the more satisfying it will be!"

Ancelotti smiled on her chubby face, but slowly tightened the fishing rod in her hands.

The whole fishing rod was pulled as if it was about to break, but the quality was indeed good.

Not long after, I saw a lively, jumping bass that was pulled out of the sea.

"Wow, it's so big!" The middle-aged captain was shocked when he saw it.

Ancelotti turned around and smiled, "You don't have to come and help. This fish is mine, so I have to eat it tonight."

After saying that, the fat man murmured to himself, "Stew the fish head, half of the fish body is steamed and half braised. Here is a fish banquet, good!"

The middle-aged captain curled his lips. Have I ever said I would go and help?

But he blinked in his mouth! He even stuck out his tongue and licked it. I don’t know how this fat man cooks?

After a while of tossing, a bass finally got on board.

Although it is already out of the water, it is still lively.

Ancelotti was not in a hurry, and slowly watched from the side, waiting for it with a smile, slowly losing strength.

The fish is probably annoyed too. Nimei, I will give it to you. Anyway, it is in your hands. I will accept my fate by your Master Fish!

Seeing that the fish stopped tossing, Ancelotti smiled, "I'm so good!"

As he said, he unhooked it and put it in the bag. He weighed it and it was a full five kilograms.

No wonder it's so exciting!

"Master, go home!" Ancelotti shouted with a smile.

The middle-aged captain was used to it. Anyway, this guy was like this every day, but he caught a big fish today.

He started the yacht and slowly drove towards Crescent Bay.

The fat man was in a good mood and actually hummed a song on the bow of the boat.

Crescent Bay is a crescent-shaped island on the east side of Doha Port. It has just been bought by the Chinese in the past two or three years and has built a leisure resort. It just opened half a year ago. The business is quite good. It can be seen from the densely packed yachts parked on the dock.

This is because those passenger ships must stop at Doha Port and then transfer to Crescent Bay by yacht, otherwise it would be even more crowded.

There is no way, who can let Crescent Bay contact the outside world in two ways, helicopters and ships?

The yacht sailed into the special pier of Crescent Bay. As soon as it was docked, the fat man happily carried the bag of fishing catch, threw away his goodbye and thank you, and happily jumped off the boat.

Leaving the middle-aged captain behind him, Nimei, don’t you know how to make me a little bit?

Ancelotti was carrying the fishing catch and heading towards his vacation villa excitedly.

A few months ago, when he was sure he would be dismissed from Real Madrid, he received an invitation from Southampton. After that, he met Master Huan and knew that the Saints were only considering letting him take charge for one year.

But for him, that's enough.

You know, the Saints are the strongest team in Europe right now, and there is even no one.

More importantly, behind the strong strength of this team is their unique tactical system and their efficient and modern management system, which are irresistible temptations for any head coach.

So, Ancelotti agreed without hesitation.

While talking to Young Master Huan, Ancelotti mentioned that she was going to take a vacation, while Yang Huan suggested that he come to the Middle East and promised to include food, accommodation and play. This was simply amazing for foodie Ancelotti.

So, the day after he got off the position of Real Madrid coach, he ran to the Middle East.

Although it is a bit hot, it is indeed a resort.

Most importantly, there are no reporters here to bother him.

etc……

When Ancelotti walked to the resort villa area, she suddenly stopped and looked ahead in surprise.

What's going on?

It turned out that more than a dozen reporters appeared in front of his vacation villa.

What? Why do you know they are journalists?

Ancelotti is not a fool. Looking at the cameras in their hands and the equipment on their shoulders, he knew it was a paparazzi at a glance.

How did they come to find ****?

Ancelotti wanted to turn around immediately and hid.

But unexpectedly, the sharp-eyed reporter saw him at first sight.

"Oh, it's him, there!"

"Look, it's really Ancelotti, he's really here!"

"Oh my god, hurry up, keep up!"

A group of reporters rushed over like wolves and immediately intercepted Ancelotti, who was chubby and unable to run.

Ancelotti was depressed.

Damn, when I was playing football, I used to intercept others, but now I am old, I have been intercepted by a group of reporters. It’s really a day.

"Hello Carroll, I'm a reporter for the Sun."

"Hello, I'm from the Milan Sports News."

"I'm from the Guardian."

"I'm from Marca."

? "Hehe, hello, hello!" Ancelotti had to squeeze out a smile.

"Carol, how did you come here for vacation?"

Ancelotti still laughed, "How did you find this place?"

"Oh, didn't you take a photo of your sleeping before and post it on WeChat? We followed the clues and found it."

As he said that, the Sun reporter took out his cell phone and found the WeChat message.

When Ancelotti saw it, she immediately realized it.

I must have been photographed by the bastard captain when he was sleeping, and I don’t know who he sent it to, so what was passed on from time to time was passed to the reporter.
To be continued...