There is a dream called football

Chapter 127 Investigating Mourinho
Lopez came to the newspaper office as usual. As soon as he sat down, the landline in front of him rang. It was the call from the editor-in-chief.

"Come to my office."

Lopez walked quickly to the editor-in-chief's office, opened the door and walked in. There was also a strange red-haired woman in the office, who smelled very good of perfume.

"Come on, let me introduce, this is the reporter of the Sun, Cesar."

"Hello."

The moment Lopez reached out his hand, his heart skipped a beat, because the Sun newspaper has a special status in Europe. On the one hand, it is very big.

It is so big that some of the major newspapers in Europe cannot be compared with it. On the other hand, it is notorious for reporting on the privacy of celebrities and inappropriate content for children.

The editor-in-chief motioned for the two to sit down.

"Cesa came to Porto this time to cooperate with us."

"Cooperation?" Lopez looked suspicious, thinking that we are a sports newspaper, is it possible that we are going to switch to a gossip newspaper?

Cesa seemed to see the doubts in Lopez's heart, so he said with a smile: "We also reported to the sports newspaper."

"Oh, I know."

"What's the matter? Please trust my ethics as a journalist."

Lopez's words have two meanings. The first is that you can rest assured that even if you don't cooperate, I will not mention a word about today's conversation. The second is that you don't want to find me for those unscrupulous gossip news.

Cesa chuckled, "It's about Jose Mourinho's next home. I wonder if you're interested?"

"Go home?"

Lopez's instinctive reaction was who said Mourinho was leaving?He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked, "What do you mean?"

Cesar laughed and said, "According to my reliable information, the owner of Chelsea Abramovich left London last night in a private plane, and the destination is..."

"Porto," Lopez continued.

"Yes, it's Porto."

Lopez's professional sensibilities as a sportswriter came to light immediately, and he knew what it meant.

At this time, Chelsea's head coach was Ranieri. Originally, the Italians did quite well, but since Abramovich came, Chelsea suddenly became rich and powerful.

The British media has long hyped Chelsea's next head coach, but it is not reliable for the time being.

"If Chelsea's next term is really Mourinho, then this is definitely big news." Lopez thought.

"Hehe, how do you cooperate?"

"Of course the news is shared between our two families," Cessa said.

"En." Lopez nodded. He knew that the other party must be someone who was short of people but was leading the way. That's why he came to cooperate with him.

In fact, the goal is very clear, as long as a photo of Mourinho and Abramovich together is taken, then it will be considered a success.

"Then let's work together."

Cessa said: "You will be responsible for keeping an eye on the Porto club, and Jose, and I will be responsible for digging out the whereabouts of Abramovich."

"can."

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Europeans are used to eating in their backyards, and it feels good to be close to nature.

Jorge Mendes ate a steak, but couldn't get enough of it. "Jose, your personal chef is amazing."

"Just ask for one too."

Mendes shook his head, "No, I fly around every day and rarely eat at home. If I hire a five-star chef, I'm afraid...he will eventually become the master."

"Hahaha."

While eating and drinking, Mourinho knew that the other party didn't just come to eat, but had something to talk about, and this was what he expected.

Leaving Porto and going to a bigger stage is the only way for Portuguese footballers, there is nothing to say.

"Thank you for your service." Mourinho turned around and said to his chef. The chef was very interesting and packed up his things and left. Only Mourinho and Mendes were left in the yard.

"There is something to say now."

"Hehe, can't I just come to have a meal?"

"Okay, we've finished eating, let's talk."

Mendes glanced at the other party, "The guy who doesn't understand the style."

"Football doesn't need style, it just needs iron blood."

"Well, I've been flying around the European continent recently, worrying about a lot of things, and I stopped by to see Cristiano, the kid is growing stronger now."

"He just went to Manchester United, is it possible that you want to sell him again?"

"of course not."

"Well, I know what you're thinking." Mendes laughed, "I'll tell you the name of a club."

Mourinho nodded.

"Chelsea."

Mourinho's heart skipped a beat. This club was so beautiful last summer, a money-burning champion and a star harvester.

At this time, European football was different from what it was later. Gold dollar football was not so popular yet. It can be said that Chelsea was the pioneer of European gold dollar football.

Mourinho took a sip of red wine and laughed, "They seem to only have money."

"Isn't it good to be rich?"

Mourinho was taken aback for a moment, the other party didn't seem to understand the key word-only money.

Of course it is good to have money, but the bad thing is that there is only money.

"A club should have a heritage, shouldn't it?"

Mendes nodded, "But when you can spend money to buy the entire lineup of the giants, is the background still a problem?"

Mourinho is silent. He has followed Robertson and Van Gaal. The era of diligently cultivating football style seems to be over.

"The Russians seem unreliable."

After decades of the Cold War, the Soviets and Europeans attacked and demonized each other. This influence is still deeply rooted.

"He's Russian, but he gave us pounds, euros, not rubles," Mendes laughed.

Mourinho nodded.

Mendes strikes while the iron is hot, "Abramovich has come to Porto, on a luxury yacht, if you want, you can meet tomorrow."

Mourinho thought for a while and shook his head.

"No, it's very important for Porto now, I can't be photographed, otherwise there will be big trouble here."

This is of course, the most important moment of hitting the league championship and the Champions League, you go to talk about the next one, this is not just a moral issue, it may involve legal issues.

Mendes knows the rules of the game, but the rules are dead. For example, the rules stipulate that players of the opposing club cannot be contacted in private, but to be honest, this rule has basically never been followed.

Almost every transfer starts with secret contacts, and many agents even encourage their players to stop training to achieve their goals.

Mendes knocked on the table, "You can rest assured that I will do it without anyone noticing."

Mourinho is still hesitant, but on the other hand he also knows that he must plan for next season.

(End of this chapter)