i'm a superstar

Chapter 129 Mourinho as a matchmaker?
"MD, this Alpha is too shameless! He is the one who is playing tricks, but he pretends to give justice to the public."

After watching the UEFA president's speech, Zhang Han opened his mouth wide open. This is already a matter of the night, which shows how busy the big man is, and he is still giving a speech.

"Childish!" Anna said, rolling her eyes.

"Who is naive? Did you say Alpha?" Zhang Han asked puzzled.

Anna was speechless, "What kind of brain is this guy?"

"You'd better kick your ball with peace of mind! You have no right to deal with this matter, and you should not speak in front of the media, so as not to get burned. All future matters will be handled by me and Li Xiuna."

"That's fine!" Zhang Han was also speechless, and after a long time, he, the victim, became an outsider in this matter.

Seeing that Zhang Han was silent and gritted his teeth, Anna continued, "With your ability, you can play football. You should save yourself the trouble of dealing with such a complicated matter!"

"No! I just think it's great!" Zhang Han snickered.

"Then why are you gritting your teeth?" Anna puzzled.

"I have a toothache! I've gotten angry recently!" Zhang Han said nonsense.

"Oh, I thought you were a cheapskate! I already hated them!" Anna laughed, and Zhang Han's face began to turn black...

Zhang Han really didn't have time to worry about those problems, because the next day, he ushered in the team's training.

After finally winning a championship, the Champions League champions for more than 40 years are gone so easily. It is hard for anyone to be happy, and the faces of the teammates are very ugly.

On the training ground, they were also like deflated balls, listless.This is a dangerous signal. With such a state and attitude, what will they use to deal with the next game.

In the next game, on May 5st, they will face the test of Atlanta at home. This battle is a life-and-death final battle, and there is no room for loss.

Similarly, Mourinho's face on the sidelines couldn't look better, and seeing the attitude of the players, he was even more angry.

Madman is still very considerate of the players, knowing that they tried their best when they played against Barcelona, ​​so the original two hours of physical training was reduced to one hour, but the players still seemed exhausted.

He had to stop the game, called everyone together, and held a small meeting temporarily.

The players stood in two rows, and Mourinho began to lecture.

"I know, you all feel uncomfortable, but we are men, real men, and we must learn to bear everything." The madman swept his eyes from the players' faces one by one, and said in a low voice.

"Don't you guys just give up because of this blow? The league, the league championship is right in front of our eyes. You will lose because of today's frustration, and you will lose the championship you are about to get."

The players knew that what Mourinho said was true, and they all bowed their heads.

"Boys, I know you are feeling very uncomfortable, but in fact, I, I am not feeling well!" Mourinho changed the subject, and unexpectedly began to play tenderness offensive.

"They, they are so shameless, they actually stole our championship..."

Then, each Inter Milan player was stunned. Their head coach began to cry bitterly, with snot and tears, and talked for more than an hour. It was already lunch time, and he showed no sign of stopping.

"They, they are so shameless, they stole our Inter Milan championship..."

What surprised everyone was that the crazy old handsome guy who was usually extremely resolute in front of the media, once he got sad, he couldn't stop the car. After another half an hour, there was still no sign of stopping.

In the end, under Mourinho's powerful tear gas offensive, the players and even the coaches were moved to a mess, feeling the great sin on their bodies, and they all collectively shed tears of sadness.

When the slightly vicious sun rose to the center of the zenith, Mourinho finally stopped the rain and returned to normal in an instant.

"Okay, let's reflect on it! I'm going to eat first!"

The madman dropped a word, turned around and left.

After the madman made such a fuss and the dramatic performance, the dark clouds hidden in the hearts of the Inter Milan players finally dissipated.

After lunch, the afternoon training was ushered in. The mental state of the players on the field was obviously much better, and each of them looked full of vitality. However, one person was not on the field and was called to the office by Mourinho.

Now, in the office, Mourinho was sitting with a cloudy face, and Zhang Han was standing with an aggrieved face. The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and the room was very solemn.

"Stinky boy, are you satisfied now! My old face is completely lost." Mourinho stood up, walked around, and broke the silence first.

"Coach, you, you are simply amazing. It's really a shame not to go to Hollywood to act." Zhang Han's expression changed very quickly, and immediately changed from aggrieved to flattering.

"Really? My acting skills are really good!" Mourinho touched the beard on his chin, slightly embarrassed.

"It's not great, it's super good, coach." Zhang Han continued to act cute.

"By the way, what did I call you for? I forgot." Mourinho said suddenly.

Next to him, the tall and beautiful secretary kept looking at the two extremely coquettish men, showing off their IQ, and almost wanted to vomit.

"Boss, didn't you agree? You want to introduce Zhang to me as your boyfriend." The Portuguese beauty tugged on Mourinho's arm and said coquettishly.

"Is there? I'm talking about business!" Mourinho patted his head, "By the way, I remembered, Rita, I still have good coffee, you go and let Zhang have a taste."

After the female secretary left, Mourinho said, "Boy, what do you think of Rita?"

"Boss, please spare me! I just lost my love recently, and I am heartbroken! If you are okay, I will really leave!" Zhang Han said exaggeratedly.

"Isn't it just a good time to break up in love? Rita is very gentle."

Seeing Mourinho tend to develop into a matchmaker, Zhang Han felt a chill, "Boss, I'm really leaving, I can't take it anymore, I have to go to the bathroom."

Seeing that Zhang Han wanted to catch his urine and run away, Mourinho finally became normal again, "I called you today because I have something important to tell you..."

Five minutes later, when Zhang Han came out of Mourinho's office, the expression on his face was wonderful.

"Anna, did you hear that?" He asked in his heart, really feeling a little uncomfortable, and walked quietly to the bathroom.

"Of course I heard it, aren't your ears my ears?" Anna said angrily.

(End of this chapter)