Newcastle's Record Signing, King of Football Award

London, St Thomas' Hospital.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in."

Creak...

"Hi, Captain Lu, Moric." Bridge walked in.

At this point, there were not many players left who had yet to report to their national teams.

Even if they were not playing in the European Championship, they still had the weekly cup to attend.

Because of Moric's injury, Lu Yang would fly directly to the tournament venue two days before the European Championship began, rather than train with his national team teammates.

This had happened before, so it would not cause any problems.

But this was Bridge's first call-up to the national team, and he would undoubtedly become the core player of the United States Men's National Soccer Team. Without him, the team could not begin proper training.

So what could possibly be important enough for him to fly back to London from the United States in person?

Considering the transfer rumors from the past few days...

Bridge's purpose was not hard to guess.

"Sit. How's it been with the national team?" Lu Yang gestured for Bridge to relax, then made some casual conversation with him.

When the time seemed right, Lu Yang took the initiative to ask, "So, do you really want to leave? Leave Newcastle?"

Bridge froze. He had clearly not expected Lu Yang to be so direct, and he did not know how to respond.

"It's alright, Bridge," Lu Yang said. "I handled plenty of similar situations back in San Remo. I understand every player's pursuit of the dreams in their heart."

"Over the past year, we fought side by side. We were friends, brothers-in-arms, even family."

"I could feel the effort you put in for Newcastle whenever I needed you. Without you, we might not have achieved what we have today."

"And I understand that sometimes, our