"Deng Kai and Ronaldo, too young; Schmeichel, too old. Joao Pinto, Kwame Ayew, only know how to shoot big eagles with bent bows. Look to the Premier League for men of renown!"
"Damn! Another bloody Premier League fan. It's just the third-ranked league in Europe, what's to boast about? Didn't Manchester United have to rely on Coach Kai for the Champions League? According to you, then, all the world's heroes would have to come from our Primeira Liga!"
Fans chattered animatedly.
Thus a pleasant summer gradually slipped away without anyone discussing Feng Te.
The time had come for the teams to go on pre-season training camps.
...
Alcochete Base.
"Brother Kai."
"Good to see you, Brother Kai."
"Brother Kai is here."
"Thank you, Brother Kai."
As Deng Kai walked past the U19 training field, Wu Xudong and the others continuously greeted him.
Deng Kai responded warmly.
One of the new faces made a point of coming over to thank Deng Kai.
It was Chen Tao.
