The recent transfer news is also flying all over the sky, no wonder, Crystal Palace's results have not met expectations, some people are unhappy under Lao Lei, and naturally want to leave, Mertens is such a person, his most important role in Wensheng's tactical system is the scorer.

But when it came to Lao Lei, his role changed, from a scorer to a creator, and then some of his shortcomings were exposed, Mertens was originally loyal to Crystal Palace, this kid is a pretty good boy, he doesn't have so many flowers in his heart, and he plays his own ball to live a simple life.

Later, Mertens stayed in Naples for many years, and he had the opportunity to leave, but he didn't leave, which proves that his loyalty is okay, and it also proves that he is also a contented person.

Now he is not feeling well, the media rumors that he wants to leave, and then the reporters of good things have linked him with Wen Sheng.

There is no way that in the market now, as long as it is Crystal Palace, most of the players can have a relationship with Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng usually reads the newspaper, but this is the first time he has heard of the rumors about Mertens.

"Driss is the player every coach dreams of, but there is no story between us! It's just a rumor! ”

Resolutely denying the rumors with Mertens, Wen Sheng was also curious about what happened to his proud disciple, did he really want to leave the Crystal Palace?!

After the press conference, Wen Sheng called Mertens.

Since the two of them separated, they have had a very dull life, and they usually send congratulations on holidays, and they don't have much contact at other times.

"Boss, why did you remember to call me?!" Mertens's upright boy made Wen Sheng simply not know how to answer.

"You ask me, well, I don't even know how to answer! Looks like I usually care too little about you! But you know I'm actually quite busy! Wen Sheng stumbled and explained.

Mertens couldn't help but laugh, "Boss, that's not what I meant!" I just feel ......, alas, forget it! ”

"Well, don't talk about that! I just got off the press conference and I just heard that you want to leave Crystal Palace, is that true?! Wen Sheng asked Mertens directly.

"Well, I don't know either!" Mertens said, "Juventus are interested in me! ”

"This Nima's, Juventus has to intervene everywhere!" Wen Sheng complained silently in his heart, and it is not surprising that Juventus poached Tevez from Manchester City last season, and then won the league championship under the leadership of Kong Er, and it is normal to recruit troops this summer.

Although Mertens is the Premier League champion, Crystal Palace's performance this season is shit, his performance is also shit, and his value has shrunk a lot.

Mertens began to tell the story between himself and Lao Lei, in short, this kid didn't really want to leave the Crystal Palace, and now he was hesitating, it is conceivable that Old Lei might really say goodbye to the Crystal Palace if he stayed.

Wen Sheng sighed when he heard it, what a good young man, Mertens's characteristic is best to let not hold the ball too much, he is creative but the best is the ability to score, running, instant getting rid of shots is still quite clever, and the future generations are also goal-scoring in Napoli.

But Mertens and Bale said something else, Wen Sheng feels that he needs a winger who can do it now, Bale is a winger who can do it brutely, an all-round talent, Mertens can't do it brutely, so his Manchester City really doesn't need Mertens very much.

"In short, you have to be cautious, if you need my advice, you can always call me!" Wen Sheng comforted Mertens.

"Thank you, Chief!" Mertens was a little disappointed, and he wanted to hope to work with Wen Sheng again, but Wen Sheng was happy to remember that he cared about him so much.

.......

Every time I see the news about Wensheng, Amy. Traore would always point to Wen Sheng in the picture and say to his co-workers, "I know Daniel very well!" He used to give me soccer balls and told me to keep playing?! ”

In a new job, Traore took the newspaper and nagged about it to his new colleagues.

"Just blow it! He knows you well! Boy, he's not from the same world as you! The bloated black uncle sneered at Traore, and the famous Wensheng still wanted to know about it.

'I'm telling the truth, he used to be acting head coach at Croydon and I'm his favourite player!' Traore said proudly.

"Hell, you can kick a ball?! You're not telling the truth, are you?! Previously in Croydon?! Is there such a club?! All I know is Crystal Palace, all I know is our community team! I'm a goalkeeper! "Uncle Fat can't believe it.

What's so strange about this, isn't it normal to be able to kick?!

"Why can't I play?! I'm a great player, I'm fast, and Daniel always compliments me like a tornado! ”

"I wonder if what you say is true?! You're really talking to Daniel. Wen know?! Can you get an autographed jersey?! "The fat uncle still doesn't believe it.

"Of course, what I said is true! If you don't believe it, you go to the bar with me tonight, and then you will believe it! Traore swore by it.

"You're in for a treat?!"

"If it's true, you should be treated!"

"Okay, that's it, but if you do know Moon, I'd like to get an autographed jersey! If you know each other well, this is not too much to ask! ”

"It's excessive, it's too much to ask! I just want to prove that I know Wen well, and I can't guarantee that I'll meet him right now! Traore spread his hands and signaled that he couldn't do it.

"Well, then, I won't invite you to drink either! You bastard is just a liar! ”

"I'm not a liar! I don't need you to treat me to a drink, but you can come with me, I can prove that I really know Wen well! ”

.......

As night fell, at the end of the day's work, Traore led the fat uncle into Paul's bar.

"Look, see if what I'm saying is true! This is me! This one is Donald. Stephen Hawking, he was our captain and now he is Mr. Moon's assistant coach! What do you think?! I'm not lying, am I! ”

The fat uncle stared at the pictures on the wall with wide eyes and realized that Traore was indeed telling the truth.

"You really know Wen!"

"I'm not lying! He used to give me a ticket when he saw me! It's a pity that now he's the manager of Manchester City, and he hasn't been here for a long, long time! My right, dear Paul! Traore and the fat uncle had already walked to the bar.

"You kid bragging about you knowing Daniel again?!" Paul scoffed, and Traore occasionally brought guests, but he was too immature and always said he knew Daniel!

Isn't it amazing to know Daniel?! Look at me, at most I just hung a group photo on the wall, what did I say, what did I do?!