number one striker

Chapter 278

When Caesar was trying to improve himself, others were not idle.Inter Milan's new coach Benitez is now in Moratti's office, having a heated argument with the team president.

Sitting next to them is Branca, who is in charge of transfer matters. Last year, he single-handedly arranged the transfer of Inter Milan and brought the team a champion axis such as Eto'o, Sneijder, Milito, Lucio, etc., and was one of the contributors to Inter Milan's winning of the Triple Crown.

The three of them looked emotional, and it seemed that the conversation was not going very smoothly.

"I have no objection to the team offering pension contracts for meritorious veterans, it's just that they don't have a place in my coaching plan." Benitez spread out a notebook in front of him, with a bunch of names written on it.

"I don't understand why it can't be done? Just a few months ago, Jose used these people to win the Champions League. How come they are useless to you?" Moratti patted the table, his face flushed.

"I didn't deny their strength, but they didn't meet my requirements!" Benitez looked helpless, as if he had repeated similar words many times.

"An excellent head coach is able to play the cards in his hand well, instead of turning the table over and starting over!" Moratti took a sip of coffee and grinned.

"I don't need to rebuild, I can minimize the request for signings, as long as these few people are enough?" Benitez tore a piece of paper again with some anger, and wrote several names on it, "Is this request not too much?"

Branca and Moratti stretched out their heads to look at the past, which read: Dirk, Cavani and Mascherano.

"Cambiasso is 31 years old. He doesn't meet my requirements. Mascherano is younger and has better skills. Dirk is here to replace Eto'o. He is energetic and hardworking, and I know him very well. There is no need for a transition period. I don't need to talk about Cavani. If you can buy him, Inter Milan's striker will have no worries for ten years."

Moratti and Blanca exchanged glances, but they didn't make a decision immediately, which made Benitez feel a little unhappy.

"It's impossible not to buy it alone, right? Our team lineup is too old. If you don't take advantage of this time to update it, it will be too late for you to change it later. I'm doing this for the good of the team. I hope you can think carefully about it." Benitez drank the coffee in his cup in one gulp, got up and left.

"How?" Branca asked proactively. He is a businessman, and he is more concerned about economic interests.To be honest, he agrees with Benitez very much. Instead of renewing the veteran with a high salary, it is better to use the money to buy someone.

But Moratti is a very emotional person, which has become the biggest obstacle to Inter Milan's reconstruction.

"Look again, look again." Moratti said vaguely, Blanca sighed silently, exchanged some greetings and left.

Benitez waited and waited, but it turned out that Biabiani, Castellazzi, Coutinho and other players whose names he had never heard of.

"Mr. Chairman, what about the signings I asked for?" Benitez felt that he had waited long enough, but still did not see the signings promised by Moratti, so he ran into Moratti's office angrily after the training session, begging for an explanation.

"Didn't the team have newcomers coming in?" Moratti looked rather bewildered.

"But those are not the signings I asked for! What about the Blueprint, Mascherano and Cavani I want? Why didn't any of them come?" Benitez stood in front of Moratti's table like a compass, his originally gentle and fair skin was now reddened by anger.

"But I think we are strong enough and don't need to sign any more." Moratti said slowly.

"Strong enough?" Benitez was confused. This is exactly the same as what Bayern giant Hoeness said. As a result, the two teams that reached the Champions League finals did not have any heavyweight signings this year. You guys agreed, right?
"Okay, anyway, I will do it according to my own requirements. If the players are not satisfied or the team's performance is not good, don't blame me." Benitez calmed down, but the anger remained in his words, and he took his notebook and walked away.

The players in the locker room of the training ground were still talking and laughing, but they didn't know that the team was already in a period of absolute turmoil.

Unfavorable signings and disagreements between the chairman and the coach all cast a shadow over Inter Milan's journey in the new season.

Caesar, who was far away in Germany, did not know all this.He has been in Dortmund's training room for two full weeks, and he has been doing basic training in it every day.

In the beginning, Gotze and other young players would come over to check out Caesar's training.Later, everyone lost interest in this kind of basic training, and gradually no one came to watch it.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Three balls flew out from three different directions in a very short period of time. Caesar blocked the left and stopped right, and stopped the three balls firmly at his feet.

"Come again!" Caesar raised his hand towards the staff room to signal, and soon, three balls flew out again, but they were at different heights, requiring Caesar to stop with his head, chest and thighs.

It took a little effort this time, but it still stopped steadily.

Kaiser repeats these boring basic skills training every day, but the effect is also remarkable.Yesterday he improvised and ran to play a game with Dortmund U19, the team he faced when he was still in the Red and White Allen youth academy.

The result is self-evident, Caesar behaved quite relaxed, like bullying a child.And throughout the whole game, Caesars didn't make a single breakthrough by using his speed to overwhelm them, either by cooperating with his teammates, or by using small-scale pulls, spikes and other tricks to evade their defense.

Those young players looked at each other, is Caesar a player with this kind of skill?Isn't he only going to break through the ball?
"How does it feel to bully a child?" said Kleiman, who was standing aside, who was the staff member who explained "Footbonaut" to Caesar that day.

"Sweet." Caesar said loudly, immediately attracting a lot of resentful eyes.

It’s fine for you to bully us with a World Cup golden boot, why don’t you be ashamed and proud of it?
"The training during this period is really effective, and your sense of the ball has been greatly improved." Kleiman said.

"That's right, it's almost packed, I'm going to the next place." Caesar wiped his sweat with a towel, and Kleiman followed.

"Aren't you going back now?" Kleiman asked curiously, "The Italian Super Cup and the European Super Cup will start soon."

"No hurry, I still have someone to meet." Caesar had a wry smile on his face, "But the first task is to find him."

(End of this chapter)