perfect arc

Chapter 1 Chapter One: Before Closing
Netherlands, Eindhoven, 16:00
In the cramped apartment, Kabinet lowered his head, frowned, wandering back and forth, from the living room to the bedroom, and then to the kitchen. This route took no more than six seconds at a time, and the rhythm of his feet stepping out was very fast. unnatural.

He suffered a minor torn muscle in his right thigh.

－－－－ Right foot.

－－－－ It was he who flexibly dunked the opposing player's right foot many times.

－－－－ It is his right foot that often accurately sends through balls to his teammates.

－－－－ It was his right foot that made a wonderful arc in mid-air when he took the free kick.

Only one right foot was injured at this time.

He finally stopped wandering back and forth, which would make his foot hurt even more, and the more it hurt, the more restless his heart would be.

Kabini's butt fell to the sofa, and he sat up quietly, his eyes fixed on the mobile phone placed on the low table. He has been anxious since waiting at noon until now, when he was about to stand up When choosing to wander back and forth again, the mobile phone on the low table rang. . .

The ringtone of a love song that usually sounds very melodious, now hit Kabinet's heart like an electric current, his hands trembled, and the injured leg muscles felt numb. . .

"Hello! How's it going? How's the talk going?" Kabini asked anxiously, covering his sore right leg muscles with one hand and grabbing the phone with the other.

The person who called was Kabinet's sports agent -- Mr. Haas, 55 years old, Dutch.

The old man played in the Dutch low-level league as a player. After retiring, he served as an assistant coach in a low-level team. When he was older, he became a scout.In one year, half of the time travels to all levels of the Dutch arena, doing the work of discovering young players.

Mr Haas discovered Cabinet about two years ago.

A French rookie who has just played five moons in the second division. That year, Cabinet was full of vigor.

"The situation is not good. I talked with them about the details for a long time, and then I showed them the video of your usual games. While they were watching, I explained your technical style and offensive characteristics." Mr. Haas said slowly. Said slowly.

"What about my defensive ability? Didn't you say that?" Cabine added.

"Say it! I will definitely say it! This is not the first time I have discussed transfer details with others!"

"Then what?"

"Then...then before I finished explaining, the head coach of that team interrupted me."

"Coach Coboni?"

"Yes! It's him! A person who always puts his own football philosophy on his head, hum... In this case, why hasn't he received an invitation from a wealthy club?" Mr. Haas shrugged on the phone, Said.

"But I received an invitation from him." Kabinet replied smoothly.

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[About two and a half months ago, Mr. Haas was inspecting the youth competition in a stadium on the outskirts of Eindhoven.

He is used to it, used to sitting in the audience, inspecting players while writing scouting reports, and occasionally highlighting the technical characteristics of certain players in the report documents.

However, in that game, Mr. Haas didn't gain anything. When he was about to leave the stadium and prepare to return to the club to submit a scouting report, he received a call.

Coach Coboni called in person.

He told Mr. Haas that he had been eyeing Kabinet for a long time, and wanted to recruit his camp as soon as possible, but Mr. Haas thought it was wrong. According to the normal procedure, Coach Coboni should first contact the club where Kabinet belongs through his own club. Ask the price, then make an offer, and finally contact the player and his agent.

Therefore, Mr. Haas kept his composure first, and after receiving Coach Coboni's intention, the two didn't talk much, and hung up the line early.

However, unexpectedly, three days later, the club to which Kabinet belonged really received the offer from the other party, and proposed to directly buy out Kabinet's professional contract after the European transfer market starts. . .

That day was June NO.18, and Mr. Haas remembered it very well. 】

At this time, Mr. Haas shook his head on the phone and said, "It's a pity! If it weren't for a youth team warm-up match on June 18th, you would have suffered a serious injury..."

"It's a slight tear, Mr. Haas!" Kabini corrected the other party in frustration.

Two seconds later, Kabini asked again: "And then? What else did Coach Koboni say?"

Mr. Haas replied: "He said that in his coaching career, he has never recruited a player who was injured before the transfer, so in this transfer, he does not want to take risks!"

Upon hearing this, Kabini sighed and said, "Damn right foot, it hurt so late, it ruined my dream."

After finishing speaking, he stared sharply at his right foot, just like staring at the opponent when defending according to tactics in a game.

Mr. Haas said: "Young man, don't curse your right foot. Maybe one day it will bring you countless trophies, great fame, and even money. If you are injured, just take good care of it. Let's talk about the current situation. , you still have sample money at least.”

Cabine asked, "Oh?"

Two words came out of Mr. Haas's mouth: "Youth!"

－－－－ In the eyes of athletes, [Youth], which can be possessed or lost, is as invincible as knives, swords, and halberds in the martial arts world!

Youth is still there, and it is possible to climb extremely high in sports career and get more.

Although Kabinet has temporarily disabled his right leg, he still has youth.

He is only 20 years old.

Cabine obviously didn't quite understand what Mr. Haas said, and asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

At this time, Mr. Haas was not in a hurry. On the other end of the phone, he took out the cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited for the shredded tobacco to burn for three seconds before saying, "That's it, Ke Coach Boni did talk to me for a long time about your injury. First of all, he said that he didn’t want to take the risk, but he also showed that he was eager for talent and insisted on taking you into his camp. Hmph... Ridiculous! With such a contradictory character, it's really hard to imagine how he arranges his troops."

After hearing this, Kabini said softly, "En!"

Mr. Haas continued: "At the end of the interview, Coach Coboni told me that the basic problem can be solved, but the player's own injury is difficult to make a conclusion. He also said at the end that he must talk to the coaching team, the club's The sports director and the chief scouts of the two teams will discuss again, because the termination clause of your contract is 150 million euros. Since the other side wants to buy out the contract, it must guarantee the interests after the buyout. Medium-sized clubs have medium-sized clubs. The way we do business, we are not negotiating terms with Real Madrid, Chelsea and other giants. Young man, this is the world of football, understand?"

Cabine quickly replied: "Understood!"

Mr. Haas let out a "hmm~" and said, "Your sudden injury was the turning point of the whole thing. If it wasn't for this, maybe you would have worn a new jersey..."

Suddenly, Mr. Haas realized that his words seemed to be on the wrong track, and he immediately comforted him: "Well...it's like this, Coach Coboni assured me before I left that within two hours, they will discuss it Call me now and I'm back at the hotel waiting for an answer? There's a chance and you have to believe in yourself!"

Kabinet lowered his head, feeling that the only thing he could believe in now was his perfectly intact left leg.

————A left leg that can't draw a beautiful curve ball.

Soon, Mr. Haas explained everything, and the two ended the call.As for this new planet called [Kabinet], it was Mr. Haas who spent two months inspecting a total of nine games and wrote down a fifteen-page scouting report before he began to believe in Kabine. It will definitely become the prey that every rich club wants to get.

Mr. Haas knew Cabine better than anyone else, and at this moment, he was also very anxious.

Less than 31 hours until the transfer market closes.

Kabinet wandered back and forth in this cramped apartment again, the numbness in the muscles of his right foot did not diminish in the slightest, and the anxiety did not seem to recede in the slightest.

He suddenly sat down again, recalling that after he came out of the orphanage alone, he had gone through countless injustices in order to obtain a contract. Later, after gaining a foothold in the Eindhoven youth team, he applied to join the front line several times. The team failed, and then wanted to achieve his wish through a transfer, but unexpectedly, a sudden injury made him a dilemma.

Cabine scratched his head, short of breath, knowing that the only thing he could do was wait for Mr. Haas' call.

In a trance, two hours have passed.

The muscles in his right leg were still numb. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Kabini reached out his hand, grabbed the phone, pressed the answer button, and stopped the intoxicating and sweet ringtone of the love song, and didn't even speak first.

But Mr. Haas spoke first, very calmly: "Young man! How is the leg injury? Can you walk?"

Kabinet got confused and said, "Hmm~! Lift your feet slowly and start slowly!"

Mr. Haas said: "Very good! Then listen, the apartment is subsidized by the club for you to live in. Don't touch the things inside, just bring important personal items, understand?"

Kabini realized something, but still asked blankly: "Where are you going?"

But Mr. Haas said in a low voice, "Spain! Stupid!"

Suddenly, from a mental level analysis, at this time Kabinet has gone crazy, and the extremely electric tingling has flowed from the hair follicle hole on the top of his head to the bottom of his feet through his slightly torn right thigh muscle.

He wanted to run around the apartment like he would run wild in celebration of a goal, but unfortunately he couldn't.Kabinet showed all the excitement in his emotions on his bearded face without hesitation, and swept away the uneasiness and anxiety just now.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Haas said again: "10 minutes ago, after I finished talking with coach Koboni, I booked a direct flight ticket from Eindhoven to Madrid for you, but you have to leave quickly because you still have to be in Madrid city transfer train! I will wait for you here too, understand?"

Cabine said "Hmm~!", and within 5 minutes, after Mr. Haas explained everything again, the two ended the call.

He really simply packed up and stuffed the necessities into the large backpack, and of course, the white wristband that he used to buckle into his right wrist during the game.

Before going out, Kabinet turned his head and looked into the apartment for a few seconds, then closed it and walked away with small strides.

Downstairs in the apartment, Kabinet stopped a taxi, protected his injured leg, and slid slowly into the compartment.After sitting down, close the car door, fasten the seat belt, and say to the taxi driver: "Airport! Thank you!"

The car started, and for a moment, Kabini thought to himself:
"Goodbye! Eindhoven! Here I come! Granada!"

At this time, less than 28 hours before the transfer market closed.

(End of this chapter)