"Hello, Eden. I'm Yang Yang. Welcome to Real Madrid!"
Hazard had imagined it many times, repeatedly wondering what Yang Yang would say when they met for the first time. He had thought of many possibilities, but he never expected it to be such an ordinary greeting.
Was this the leading figure in world football over the past few years?
Was this the most important—and most special—player at Real Madrid?
Was he the future core of Real Madrid's squad, the one Florentino had spoken of as the club's central figure for the next decade?
At that moment, Hazard actually began to panic a little.
He had forgotten exactly when he first heard the name Yang Yang, but he could be certain that he had still been an unknown back then, receiving youth training at an obscure Belgian club. He had only been twelve or thirteen, while Yang Yang had already helped Ajax win the Champions League and risen to fame.
That year, Yang Yang was sixteen.
It was also that year that Yang Yang became the goal and idol of countless young people.
From then on, Yang Yang had completely become the most eye-catching figure in European football. From Ajax to Liverpool, from the Premier League to La Liga, Yang Yang had always been the finest star on the planet. He had occupied the highest position for five consecutive years, and almost everyone agreed that this year would belong to him as well.
Nothing like this had ever happened in world football over the past few decades. He was a living legend.
Hazard's idol was not Yang Yang, but Zidane, because he felt that his style was closer to Zidane's. He was not as sharp or attack-minded as Yang Yang, and he was better at controlling the ball and dribbling. But