From the moment Lin Mo boarded the plane, the Chinese in Manchester began to prepare.
At that time, the domestic media was frantically attacking the arrogant Lin Mo. Fans found the big V and launched a short essay offensive:
[The rude man with the lower head left the Magic City]
Soon, the second article was consciously claimed by a domestic public intellectual:
[Players who abandon civilized etiquette are approaching England. Shouldn't this society reflect on it? ]
When Manchester United officially announced Lin Mo’s return and would use the “special genius clause” to obtain a labor certificate for Lin Mo, the domestic media jumped out again:
[ The arrogant and domineering football tyrant landed in Manchester]
But the fans at the scene will collectively support Lin Mo, such as the Chinese Business Association, Lin Mo Manchester United Fans Club, Manchester University Chinese Culture Student Union, Manchester Federation of Chinese Societies and other organizations. When Mo picked up the plane, the style of domestic reports changed:
[Chinese player Lin Mo will officially land in the Premier League! 】
Subsequently, more details began to be disclosed. Under the farewell of the fans, Lin Mo got into the club’s special car and updated the whole process on Instagram and Twitter with the team reporters. Different public information jumped out:
[my country’s talented player Lin Mo is approaching Carrington]
And Manchester United, the team, the official website, domestic public accounts and other media all announced it When Lin Mo's club car drove into Carrington, the domestic [Rangers] officially began to exert their efforts, and domestic hot searches were all swept across the screen within a few hours:
[Huaxia Emperor Xing Linmo arrived at Carrington who was loyal to him today]
At this point, the dramatic 20 hours are over.
Although many people have some doubts about this final description, but compared with previous news, they just find it funny.
This farce, which was comparable to Bonaparte's return to Paris, actually made Lin Mo's popularity rise several levels in the country.
Seeing that the final outcome not only cleared Lin Mo, but also boosted his reputation, Brother Fan’s fans were immediately dissatisfied.
They were preparing to use a big move on Lin Mo to completely kill this low-ranking male.
But at this moment, an Internet celebrity named Du Meizhu jumped out and made extremely severe accusations against Brother Fan.
[Underage] [Multiplayer Sports] [Fan Fan], and even directly acted as a "Chaoyang Mass" and reported under real names.
The fans were confused, the fans were also confused, and the people who were eating melons were equally confused. Even Brother Fan himself looked at the rapid increase in trending searches and the police knocking on the door. Confused.
But these have nothing to do with Lin Mo. He is an insignificant little person, and he doesn't take it to heart at all.
In front of the gate of the training base, reporters and staff from the team were already there.Waited.
After Lin Mohe high-fived everyone at the door, he walked into the familiar hall and gave a big hug to Manchester United legend Miss Niels.
Almost everyone knows Miss Niles. Although her hair is gray, Lin Mo knows that this woman can be said to have devoted her life to Manchester United.
Regardless of the team's performance, she will encourage every player who walks in here.
"Lin, I believe you will fall in love with this place. Carrington is a magical place. If these bastards give you trouble, feel free to come to me."
Kindness and kindness He smiled softly, giving Lin Mo a familiar feeling like a spring breeze.
"Of course, beautiful Miss Nils, I have fallen in love here."
"José is right, I like you little guy."
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Later, Lin Mo continued to visit the entire base under the leadership of the staff. As expected, he was taken to the "famous" restaurant.
Fortunately, there is no [Canteen Gatekeeper] at this time.
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Chef Mike Connelly is a friendly bearded bald guy.
"Hey, nice to meet you, Lin. I hope you can get used to the American food in England. There is no Chinese menu here." Of course, he said these words jokingly.
"Well, as long as you don't put sugar in the chicken breast, or just give me fried fish, then I don't have to cook myself."
Lin Mo also laughed hug him.
"Wow, they say that every Chinese can cook well. It seems that there is nothing wrong with this. Do you know how to judge whether this restaurant is authentic in England?"
Lin Don't shake your head.
"Hahaha, if the person taking the order at the door is a chubby kid who is answering the phone and doing homework, and the chef is the boss's uncle, smoking a cigarette and shouting 'throw it~'. Then Believe me, that’s definitely authentic Chinese food.”
McConnelly smiled and talked, but Lin Mo tilted his head in shock.
This is such an quintessential description.
Soon, Lin Mo saw Mourinho in the hall. Consistent with what he said before, Manchester United gave Lin Mo the No. 17 jersey.
After all, the No. 7 jersey still belongs to Sanchez.
"Boy, you are finally here. The arbitration committee will officially complete the procedures in a few days. Thank God, they finally did something useful."
See Murry Neo looked relieved, and Lin Mo also smiled: "boSS, I'm glad to be back here."
Mourinho was stunned and thought it was Lin Mo's poor English that didn't convey what he meant.
Soon, under the leadership of the coach, Lin Mo took a group photo with the lucky fans randomly selected by the club..
The moment Lin Mo put on the No. 17 jersey, he felt that the burden on his shoulders suddenly became heavier.
What time is it now?
Mu Nian Nian!
A season where conflicts are about to break out.
A terrifying start to the all-staff road show is about to take place.
However, there is still time!
After signing autographs for the fans, Lin Mo continued to take a special car to Old Trafford.
Lin Mo was sitting in the home team's locker room, stroking his own spot.
Next to him is Ashley Young, and his half-brother: Lingard.
When Lin Mo, wearing jersey No. 17, walked through the red tunnel, the banners hanging in the tunnel made him breathless.
【thE thEAtRE oF dREAmS】
"Hoo!"
At this moment, the empty Dream Theater stands were suddenly filled with red, and the fans' cheers The mountains roared and the tsunami soared into the sky.
The wheel of history was dyed red at this moment, and variations of fate also sounded at Old Trafford.
A new era is about to begin.
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