[Football] A Transfer Fee of One Billion

As a side story, please post it in the comment area At the age of 37, Alonso officially announced his retirement after helping Arsenal win the Champions League again. He has always been a low-key person. Even when he announced his retirement, he did not hold a press conference. Instead, he posted a status on his personal social platform: "Thank you for living with football, loving it. Now it's time to say goodbye. I will give myself a long vacation in the next period of time, and then I will return to Arsenal to continue working." Subsequently, Arsenal officials also forwarded this status: "Thank you Mr. Alonso for your efforts over the past seven years. I look forward to your return to the team in another capacity." Teammates sent their blessings and posted photos with him. Under normal circumstances, a player's retirement will be announced before the end of the season, and then the team will hold a personal farewell ceremony for him in the last game. But before Alonso issued this status, he did not reveal any thoughts about retiring. On the night when they won the Champions League, he also served as captain and won the Big Ears Cup on behalf of the team. In an interview after the game, he also told the media in a positive tone: The team and he personally have new plans and goals for the future. As a result, fans and media speculated: "By suddenly announcing his retirement, is this a conflict with the club?" "How is it possible? How can you go back to work at Arsenal after a conflict?" "He is in good condition. Although he is 37 years old, his condition on the court looks like he is in his early 30s." "With his current physical condition, it shouldn't be a problem to reach 40." "Then the question is, why did he retire suddenly? I remember he still has one year left on his contract with Arsenal." The media also began to make various wild reports, about Alonso being at odds with head coach Arsene Wenger, and being incompatible with team boss Lewandowski over the Ballon d'Or award. Some even said that since Ling Yun resigned as Arsenal CEO, he and the new president have been having conflicts... Ling Yun was leaning on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. From this angle, he could see their western kitchen, where a man in an apron was busy. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and had no plans to go out. His hair was casually scattered in front of his forehead, but his beard was meticulously groomed. He wore a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. It was a simple style, but it could convey his marital status to others simply and clearly. He put the prepared cod in the oven, turned around, picked up a basin of drained strawberries on the sink and walked to the living room. Ling Yun was engrossed in reading a report about Alonso, when something unexpectedly came to his lips. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour strawberry juice instantly filled his entire mouth. Boss Xiao Ling was still not satisfied after eating one, so he ordered without raising his head: "One more." This time, there was no strawberry on his lips. What reached out was a hand, pinched his chin, and forced his head up from the phone screen. The uncle in the apron leaned down and kissed his lips forcefully yet tenderly. The moment Ling Yun raised her eyes, she was already immersed in the tenderness overflowing from his eyes. She unconsciously put down her phone and put her hands around his neck. He had just eaten a strawberry, and there was still a sweet and sour taste in his mouth. Alonso tasted it carefully before letting go of his boss's lips. "How many times have I told you, don't take your work home." Ling Yun touched his phone again: "I'm not working, I'm watching the news about you." Alonso put the strawberries on the coffee table and sat on the sofa. Ling Yun naturally leaned over and found a comfortable position in his arms. Boss Xiao Ling is now just the chairman of Arsenal and has almost no involvement in the club's operations. Two years ago, his uncle died of a heart attack and his cousin was still in school. He had no choice but to return to the company to help his mother and return to his old profession of real estate. He was now quite comfortable and the work was easier than when he was at Arsenal. Ling Yun raised his head and rubbed his forehead against Alonso's chin twice. The other man's beard was a bit prickly, and the thin-skinned and tender boss Xiao Ling was still a little uncomfortable with it, so he smiled and hid away. Alonso put an arm around his shoulders, pressed the man to his chest, lowered his head, and deliberately rubbed his beard back and forth on his face twice, which stung him painfully and itchyly. His body instinctively dodged, but he was forcibly held down and had nowhere to hide. Wangcai was lying on the single sofa on the other side. He changed his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. I sprinkle dog food every day, and it feels like it can save its dinner. A few days ago, Alonso told Ling Yun that he had the idea of ​​​​retiring. Ling Yun, who was addicted to work at the time, just looked up from the computer screen, smiled and said to him: "If you want to quit, just quit. I will support you no matter what decision you make." After reading so many comments on the Internet today, he suddenly became a little curious. Ling Yun touched his hands from his solid and plump chest muscles to his chiseled abdominal muscles, and said with a smile: "I think you will have no problem playing for another five years. Why did you suddenly decide to retire?" Alonso looked at him with a smile, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes full of affection: "I thought you didn't care about this problem." "How could it be?" Ling Yun sat up straight, stretched out her long legs, straddled his lap, put her hands around his neck, and faced him, "I care about your affairs, but sometimes I don't want to put too much pressure on you and affect your decision." Alonso hugged his waist and pressed his forehead against his. Their breaths were intertwined, hot and sweet. Wangcai couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his toys, jumped off the sofa, and lay down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. "When you were the CEO, you would often appear on the sidelines of the training ground. Even if you didn't show up, I knew you would be standing in front of the office window looking at me." "Then you stopped showing up at the Kearney training base, and I even felt that the training became boring. Football didn't seem to be that attractive to me anymore." "If you think about it carefully, there are no honors that I haven't received yet. At this age, I no longer have any higher pursuits in my career, but have gradually shifted all my focus to life." "Every day when I open my eyes, I think about what you want to eat for breakfast, what you are going to wear today, and I don't even want to stay at the training base the night before the game because you are not there." "I started planning my retirement life a long time ago, cooking your favorite breakfast, putting on your watch and cufflinks, driving you to work, and quietly working with you..." Every word he said was like a spoonful of honey, dripping into Ling Yun's chest, soaking his whole heart in it, so sweet that it made him sick. Rao Shi, boss Xiaoling, is now in his early thirties. He is a domineering president who can make people fearful with just one look at the negotiation table. He is a little overwhelmed when he hears such loving words. He slowly lowered his head and rested his forehead on his boyfriend's shoulder to prevent him from seeing his blush. Alonso continued: "So I think I should retire. Now is the best time." After he finished speaking, the room was quiet for a while, and Ling Yun never gave any response. Alonso wanted him to raise his head, but Ling Yun refused. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Then, the salary for the next year is gone." Alonso was helpless: "Boss, I'm not talking about work with you." "I know," Ling Yun's lips gently touched his neck, "I have something to tell you." "Huh?" "My father asked me to return to China." "When and how long will it take to go back?" Ling Yun sighed softly: "Just for a month or two, I will settle down in the country after I return." Alonso thought for a moment and replied readily: "Okay." Ling Yun finally raised his head and asked tentatively: "Do you want..." "Of course," Alonso took his hand and put it to his lips, kissing the ring on his ring finger that he put on by himself, "your spouse should live with you." Ling Yun suddenly smiled: "I'm asking you if you want to go back to Spain and say goodbye to your parents." Alonso kissed his cheek: "You go back with me." This posture, this atmosphere, the Spaniards don't want to do anything, they just want to do something else. He lifted up Ling Yun's T-shirt with his hand and was about to take it off when he heard a "ding" sound coming from the kitchen, startling the two of them. It turns out that he did well in the exam. Ling Yun got off him and slapped him: "Let's go cook." Alonso ripped off his apron and threw it on the coffee table. He turned over and pressed him on the large sofa: "I'll do it later." Since Alonso announced his retirement, his personal social account has not been updated for several weeks. On this day, he suddenly posted a photo on Instagram. Under the setting sun, there is a tall figure wearing a riding costume. He holds a bow in his left hand, a quiver on his waist, and leads a horse in his right hand. That horse is very special, with a thin head, a tall neck, and slender limbs. It is obviously a white horse, but it exudes a pink luster under the afterglow of the setting sun. The copy reads: "Fifth Anniversary." This sentence without beginning or end confused the melon-eaters: "What fifth anniversary, what commemoration?" "Who is the person in the photo? He looks familiar." "This horse is too beautiful. What kind of horse is this?" "Ahal Te's golden horse, also known as the sweat-blooded horse, is not expensive, only a few million pounds per horse, so it is also called the wild Ferrari." "A few million pounds, a Ferrari is not as expensive." "The horse is not the point, the point is the person. Is there anyone who can zoom in in high definition to see who it is? My intuition tells me that there is something important to say." Before they could decode it, the mysterious account "R" who posted a picture of Alonso's back a few years ago also updated a picture. The muscular German Shepherd sat in the sunset with his back to the camera, his hands folded on his back, and he was wearing the same watch and ring. The copywriting is confusing: "Correction, it should be the seventh anniversary." The picture from a few years ago is still there. After a little comparison, it is not difficult to find that the dog is still the same dog. Then, someone compared the picture that Alonso posted just now, from the sunset to the clouds on the horizon, to the ups and downs and directions of the mountains in the distance. It cannot be said that these two photos have nothing to do with each other, they are exactly the same!

Help. I love a mature and gentle man like Long Ge so much. Especially the character the author gave to Long Ge is completely consistent with my psychology. There is no drama between the two of them when they fall in love. I love this book!

Complete. I also want to see Giroud and Hazard hahahaha

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I really, really like Alonso. In my opinion, he is a very charming midfielder. Unfortunately, there are too few articles about him, almost none. I am very happy to read this article. I hope that the author can write about him if he has the opportunity in the future. The more words, the better.

Hahaha, after reading the two articles, I don't feel cold about the author's favorite teams, but I really like Long Ge and Xiao Fei. The author's Gong Zai JJ is really rare and the sexual tension is explosive. The cp is also delicious. I haven't had any cp articles for a long time.

Brother Long has excelled in another direction this year... Long Xuanzong... Has a bit of metaphysics in him

When will Dada write an attack that belongs to Ramos? I look forward to Dada continuing to write football articles. I feel like jj can't read anything written by other authors except Dada...

If the little V in the previous article became the CEO's man, then Ling Yun in this article

Don't you plan to write another article about Brother Long? [Crying]