The next morning, the local media in West Yorkshire was full of praise for Leeds United.
"The White Army is ushering in a revival! Can it return to its former glory!"
"Young player Bamford scores a hat trick!"
"This Chinese completely conquered Elland Road! He single-handedly directed Burnley's defeat!"
"Become famous with one goal! Chinese Yang! A wizard from the East!"
"Just give me a chance! I'll give you a miracle! The magical Chinese midfielder!"
Mo Yang occupies a lot of media sections, and most of them praise his performance last night.
"Since Yang is so good! Why did Chelsea persuade him to quit! China Yang has an ulterior secret!"
There are also some media outlets that are sensationalizing. The media that deceived Bamford yesterday directly made a sensational headline in an attempt to attract the public's attention. Unfortunately, it was drowned out in a sea of praise.
"Klopp, the coach of the wealthy Liverpool, personally gave a midfield genius to Leeds United. Leeds United owe him a thank you!"
At the Liverpool training base, Klopp looked at the title on the computer screen in his office and gritted his big white teeth.
"That bald Argentinian guy definitely did it on purpose!" At this moment, Klopp seemed to have been fed a big bowl of flies and was so disgusted.
He had already watched the video of Mo Yang's game yesterday, and had to admit that he was once again amazed by the performance of this Chinese boy.
Klopp now regrets more and more that he did not insist on signing Mo Yang to Liverpool.
At the Leeds United training base, Mo Yang is practicing shooting on the training ground.
The club is not training today. It has a day off after the game and the players have all gone home.
Only Mo Yang, a poor man who had just received a month's salary, lived in the club dormitory.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
"No, the angle is too right!"
"The body is tilted too far!"
"Wrong place to touch the ball!
"The supporting foot is too close to the ball!"
Mo Yang kicked the balls toward the goal one by one. After finishing a batch of balls and summing up, he took the trouble to pick them back up and place them one by one to start again.
After practicing for more than two hours, the alarm on my cell phone rang on the lawn.
Mo Yang tidied up, went back to the dormitory to wash up, put on the big white schoolbag on his back, left the training base, took a taxi to the train station and went straight to London.
Two hours later, Mo Yang came out of the London train station, bought a cake from a nearby cake shop, then hailed a taxi and headed straight to the outer suburbs of northern London.
Get off the car at a road junction marked Reed Farm, and from a distance you can see a small villa at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
On the side of the road, there are green grass, herds of cattle and sheep, leisurely and contented, an idyllic scene, and the air is filled with the rich smell of green grass.
Every time he comes back here, Mo Yang feels like he's back in his hometown.
Walking along the path inward, as soon as we reached the front of the villa, we saw a wet black Labrador rushing toward us, wagging its tail.
"Hey! Doug, long time no see, do you miss me?" Mo Yang stroked the dog's head affectionately and smiled very happily.
When he straightened up, he saw a burly old man nearly two meters tall standing by the faucet on the lawn, holding a water pipe in his hand and looking at him with a smile.
Reed Williams, 68 years old this year, is a kind and kind old man like his grandfather. He was once the butler beside his grandfather. He suddenly resigned four years ago and left, returned to his hometown of London, and bought this thousand-acre property.
's pasture.
Reed is an Englishman of Germanic and Celtic descent. He has three-dimensional facial features, a pair of beautiful green eyes, and a straight and hooked nose. Although he is older, he is still a typical handsome old English boy.
Seeing this old man, Mo Yang felt warm in his heart.
Although he refused Grandpa Reed's financial help in recent years, Grandpa Reed still helped him a lot.
Otherwise, let alone going to college, he would not even know where to renew his visa.
So over the years, he would come to Reed Farm to stay for a few days almost every month to stay with this childless old man.
"Reed, there was a game yesterday. I'm sorry that I couldn't come back to celebrate your birthday with you!" Mo Yang came to Reed with the cake, scratched his head and smiled, "Although it's too late now, I still want to say, best wishes.
Happy birthday to you!"
"Thank you for remembering my birthday, kid!"
Reid stepped forward and gave Mo Yang a warm hug, and then smiled: "I watched your game yesterday and you performed very well. I think Allen will be happy for you when he saw it. Unfortunately, he has already returned.
The arms of God.”
Hearing what Reed said, Mo Yang felt less guilty, and said with a smile: "To express my apology, I decided to cook you a Chinese dinner for noon, just your favorite twice-cooked pork and mapo."
How about tofu?”
"Oh! That's great!" When Reed heard this, his eyes widened instantly. Without saying a word, he kicked the black guy on the ground to one side, and then grabbed Mo Yang's arm tightly, "To hell with noon.
Come on! I want to eat it now, and that Buddha jumps over the wall, can you do it?"
"Buddha jumped over the wall?" Mo Yang was a little surprised, "Yes, yes, but are you sure you have so many ingredients? Reed, that is a very troublesome dish!"
Reed patted his chest, walked directly to the large thousands-liter freezer in the kitchen, opened it all at once, and said arrogantly: "Of course, I have whatever ingredients you want."
"Oh!" Mo Yang looked at the dazzling array of ingredients and ingredients in the freezer and was shocked on the spot. This old man was too strong.
He knew that Reed was influenced by his uncle and was a China expert who loved Chinese food. He knew some basic Chinese dishes, but he didn't expect that he would become obsessed with it to this extent.
"I got them all from the Chinese restaurants in Chinatown. Some of them I asked them to buy from China at a high price." Reed looked proud.
"Be a Buddha and jump over the wall first! And teach me by the way!"
"A few days ago, I made it according to the method given to me by those Chinese restaurants, and it almost suffocated me to death. Doug smelled it, and the guy didn't eat for three days, yuck! Damn it, I think about it now when I think of that smell.
vomit!"
The corner of Mo Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Doug with some pity, his tail between his legs and his head hidden in the quilt of the kennel.
Mo Yang took out the required ingredients from the freezer and began to process them very skillfully. His magical knife skills and the way he handled the ingredients made Reed scream in surprise.
Cooking is not unfamiliar to Mo Yang at all.
Because he has been forced to learn cooking by his father Mo Xiangdong since he was nine years old.
Although their family is now an out-and-out farmer, their ancestors are not simple. During the late Qing Dynasty, his great-grandfather learned cooking skills from a palace chef who returned to his hometown to retire. Later, this skill was passed down from generation to generation.
In his father Mo Xiangdong's generation, he was somewhat famous in the surrounding villages. Whenever there was a wedding or wedding at any house, his father would be invited to cook.
Although he is just a country cook, his recipes are truly palace cuisine, and anyone who has tried them will never say they are not delicious.
So if he had not come to England with his great grandfather, he would most likely have become a country cook like he did in his previous life.
More than two hours later, except for the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, which was still simmering over a low fire, all the other dishes were brought to the table, and the whole place inside and outside the villa was filled with a rich aroma of food.
Mo Yang and the anxious Reed brought the dishes to the table one by one, and then started eating lunch.
Doug came over wagging his tail to smell the smell, and then was poisoned by Reed, an old naughty boy, with a piece of mapo tofu. He screamed and rolled back to the kennel in piss.
Mo Yang was sitting at the dining table, but there were boiled steaks and chicken breasts in front of him. He was still in the muscle-building stage and could not eat food with heavy oil and salt, but he dipped his chopsticks into the soup for every dish.
Have a taste.
"It's okay, it tastes good!" There were some dishes that he had only seen his father make when he was a child. Fortunately, he had a good memory since he was a child, so he could barely copy them.
Although it's not as good as the old man's, he dares to say that it's definitely several times better than those made by those stale Chinese restaurants in London.
Seeing Reid grunting and eating like a pig, even though Mo Yang was chewing tasteless boiled chicken breast, he felt it was extremely sweet.
The two of them were eating when the sound of a car suddenly came from outside the house. Mo Yang looked out the window and saw a not too tall, bearded, fat man in a suit and leather shoes holding a golden braised egg on his head.
Getting on and off a BMW X7.
This slutty guy is known to Mo Yang. He is one of Reed's few relatives. He seems to be the son of Reed's cousin. He forgot his name.
"Fuck! This damn brat drove over my ranch again!"
Reed's face was gloomy, he picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, threw it on the plate, slapped the table, stood up, strode to the living room, picked up a shining silver double-barreled shotgun from the closet, and kicked the door.
Went out.
"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots!
Mo Yang's whole body trembled, his mouth opened wide, and he froze on the chair and turned to stone.
After reacting, he immediately rushed out of the villa, and then saw the bald man squatting on the hood of the car aggrievedly, with his hands raised high, and Reed used the still smoking barrel of the gun to knock his bald head into a bang.
Reed was carrying a shotgun, looking like a ferocious bandit, glaring his eyes and saying fiercely: "Tell me, do you dare to drive over the grass in my pasture next time!"
"I don't dare! I swear I will never dare again!" The fat bald man shook his head like a rattle, "Reed, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
Seeing this funny scene, Mo Yang was a little confused. This was the first time he saw Reed like this. Reed usually looked gentle and elegant.
After a while, there was another bald pig on the dinner table!
After eating, Reed and Baldhead went to the study on the second floor to talk.
Mo Yang was bored, so he dragged Doug out of the kennel, took out a football from his backpack, and one person and one dog went to the yard to play.
"Uncle Reid, did you call me here today, or do you want me to sign the little guy downstairs?" In the study on the second floor, Pere Guardiola was sitting opposite Reid, with his butt slightly touching the chair, as if something was wrong.
Just like running away.
If this old guy hadn't been bombarding him with phone calls and he happened to be dealing with some matters in the UK, he would really have been reluctant to come see this old naughty boy.
It's not that I don't want to see him, it's just fear, fear deep in his bones.
On the contrary, he quite likes to play with this old guy, but of course, it is not a prerequisite to play with him!
This old man has a very naughty character and always does nothing to others. When he was a child, he and his brother's younger brother were tied together with a rubber. See, is this something human beings do?
Moreover, he was not interested in Mo Yang at all and didn't even bother to understand him.
In his impression, apart from being able to run, Chinese players are completely inferior to European, American and African players. If he is still interested in Korean players, he might be able to dig out a player with great potential like Leverkusen's Sun
.
And signing a player who has a high probability of being unplayable, haha, although he is bald, he is not stupid.
"..."
Half an hour later, Mo Yang, who was having fun with Doug, suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from inside the house. He turned around and saw the bald man jumping over the wall with the cup of Buddha, and ran past him in a whoosh.
The car slammed the accelerator and drove off.
Immediately afterwards, he saw an angry Reed chasing him out with a gun, raised the gun and shot.
Then he chased him out on a motorcycle in the yard, and soon came back triumphantly, still holding the cup of Buddha he had snatched back and jumping over the wall.
"Gu!" Mo Yang swallowed, "The bald man should still be alive!"