The next second after answering the call, a very gentle female voice came from the other end:
“Feng, where are you?
Am I not bothering you, right?”
“No, I’m alone in the dorm.”
“Mom called to tell you that your dad and I both watched the live broadcast of the FA Cup match.
Your performance on the pitch was absolutely fantastic!
Mom and Dad are both proud of you!”
Hearing these words, Ling Feng inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy and involuntarily smiled.
“Thank you, Mom.
By the way, the team has a day off tomorrow, I’ll talk to you guys slowly when I get back.”
“Okay, then I’ll go to the supermarket tomorrow morning to buy groceries and cook a few of your favorite dishes!”
Before she finished speaking, a deep male voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the phone:
“A-Feng, let’s have a couple of drinks tomorrow to celebrate!”
The person speaking was exactly his dad, Ling Shan.
In England, one could legally drink alcohol at eighteen.
However, considering his son’s professional career, Ling Shan had never drank with him, not even allowing him to touch a drop of red wine.
Now, having finally found a suitable excuse, how could he let it go?!
Hearing this, Ling Feng smiled helplessly, and immediately replied: “Okay, see you tomorrow then.”
After hanging up the phone, Ling Feng casually placed the phone on the table, leaned back, and laid down on the soft bed.
Looking at the pure white ceiling, he couldn’t help but recall every bit of today.
In just one day, he stood on the stage of the century-old FA Cup, completing his professional debut while also providing two assists to help the team to a comeback victory.
However, this was just the beginning!
Ling Feng was not satisfied with just shining on the FA Cup stage.
He also wanted to stand on a higher stage, compete with famous stars, and fight for championships and honors!
Since he had been reborn once, he should live life to the fullest!
Just like that, with longing for the future, Ling Feng closed his eyes and slowly entered dreamland…
…
The next day.
At 7:30 AM.
Under the bright sunshine, wearing a cycling helmet and a black windbreaker, Ling Feng rode his Raleigh bicycle, purchased with his first weekly wage, and left the Belvoir Drive base.
In England, cycling is a very common choice for commuting.
British law stipulates that bicycles must be ridden in dedicated bicycle lanes; if there are no bicycle lanes, they must be ridden in motor vehicle lanes.
Since the morning rush hour starts at 8:00 AM, and the bicycle lanes in Leicester are relatively narrow.
Therefore, Ling Feng deliberately set off half an hour early to avoid other commuting cars.
Leicester in January had temperatures of only a few degrees.
The cold wind blowing on his face made Ling Feng somewhat regret why he didn’t get a driver’s license and buy a car to drive.
Having just transmigrated a few days ago, Ling Feng was still somewhat unaccustomed to the unpredictable English weather.
After riding in the motor vehicle lane for about ten minutes, he stopped at a traffic light.
At this moment, a small truck stopped on his right.
Turning his head for a glance, Ling Feng didn’t pay much attention.
However, the heavily bearded driver bro seemed to have seen something interesting and showed a slightly doubtful expression.
Rolling down the window, the driver bro, holding the steering wheel, sized Ling Feng up and then said:
“Hey, mate, you look a bit familiar…”
Hearing this, Ling Feng turned his head.
Just as he was about to speak, he was startled by the driver bro suddenly raising his voice:
“It’s you!
That black-haired kid with number 23 yesterday!”
As soon as these words came out, Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then realized.
Was he recognized?
Before Ling Feng could react, the driver bro very familiarly gave him a thumbs-up and praised:
“Mate, your passing yesterday was absolutely beautiful!
If it weren’t for you, we might have lost the game…”
“Your name is Ling, right?”
Nodding, Ling Feng then explained: “That’s my surname, my full name is Ling Feng.”
Although he knew his stunning performance in the FA Cup would attract attention.
However, Ling Feng never expected that he would so quickly enjoy the star treatment of being recognized by passersby.
At this time, the red light went out, and the green light came on.
A car horn sounding from behind interrupted their conversation.
“Hey, can you stop ahead for a bit?
Let’s have a chat.”
Facing the driver bro’s request, Ling Feng didn’t think too much and just nodded.
After passing the traffic light, the two came to the side of the road.
The first thing the driver bro said after getting out of the car was: This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Mate, can you give me an autograph?”
Hearing this, Ling Feng was stunned at first, and then casually replied: “Sure!
But I didn’t bring a pen…”
“I did!”
Taking out a black marker from his pocket, the driver bro then reached out to pull down the zipper of his down jacket.
In the next second, Ling Feng saw that the bro was actually wearing a Leicester City home jersey for this season underneath!
This made Ling Feng slightly stunned, and then he understood.
No wonder the other party recognized him…
So he was a Leicester City fan!
But, meeting a Leicester City fan on the streets of Leicester?
This was very logical!
Just as Ling Feng was in a daze, the driver bro pointed to the blank space next to the team badge and cast a longing look at him:
“Sign right here!”
Holding the marker in his hand, Ling Feng was somewhat hesitant.
“Are you sure you want me to sign on this?
I’m just a U21 youth team player, and only completed my first-team debut yesterday…”
“I’ve been a Blue Foxes fan since I was five, and I’ve never seen any player in this team have stronger and more threatening passing than you!
I believe you will definitely become a super famous star!”
“By that time, this autographed jersey will have great commemorative value!”
Hearing this, Ling Feng suddenly felt a sense of being appreciated.
Looking at the driver bro’s proud expression, Ling Feng couldn’t help but show a smile: “I have to say, mate, you are much more confident than I am myself…”
While speaking, he signed his Chinese name on the driver bro’s jersey with the marker.
“Nice to meet you, sir?”
“You can just call me Big William.”
Shaking hands with the bro, Ling Feng then showed a sincere smile: “Big William, thank you, you are the first fan to ask me for an autograph.”
“You’re welcome.
By the way, will you play in next week’s league match?”
“I don’t know, it depends on the manager’s arrangements.”
After signing the autograph and exchanging a few pleasantries, perhaps rushing to deliver goods, Big William waved goodbye to Ling Feng, drove that white small truck, and sped away.
Leaving only the somewhat unsatiated Ling Feng, savoring the little interlude just now.
Is this the feeling of being asked for an autograph by a fan?
Loving it!
(END CHAPTER)