Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 32 Everything Is a Business

After thinking about it, Antonio still had no idea. If the first team of Orient Lisbon received an invitation to play, he could discuss it with the boss, but Almeida had already entrusted him with full responsibility for the youth training team. Asking for instructions will inevitably appear to be irresponsible.

The regional league has already started in early September, and Lisbon Orient ranks above the middle. If we work harder before the winter break, we may be able to squeeze into the qualifying zone for the promotion playoffs in the middle of the season.

Before this season, Orient Lisbon was poached of two youth players, and a veteran chose to hang up his boots. Almeida did not give him the funds to sign him, and the team lineup was unprecedentedly thin.

In this way, the cards he can play are worse than those of the previous head coach.

Antonio knew in his heart that if this season's performance plummeted, the boss would probably not give him a chance to start over. Almeida's nature is cold, and the team's record is not good, and the ugly face of a capitalist will definitely be revealed.

There is even a possibility that, taking advantage of Lisbon Orient's coaching change again, he will be completely purged by the club.The original assistant coach Beasley has done a good job in U15, and he may be promoted to the director of youth training. It is a luxury for him to retire to his old position by then.

Antonio didn't want to take risks, but he also didn't want to use this incident as a handle in Almeida's hands, and turn it into one of the reasons for his dismissal in the future.

So at noon, he called Beasley and called him up. The echelon game will naturally be decided by the echelon coach. Old man, you will bear the responsibility, and you will naturally have to bear the blame...

Beasley, who had just finished his morning training class, was sweating profusely, and his face was still red with excitement when he opened the door. He sat down on the reception chair, shook his head and asked, "The training just ended. , I haven't eaten yet, do you want to go together? Or, did you call me here to treat me to something good?"

Beasley pretended to think about it, and was about to hug Antonio in surprise: "You guys finally got the hang of it! Are you going to take out your bottle of Calem Winery Vintage?! I'm so hungry, you An old boy just doesn't want to take it out!"

Antonio rolled his eyes. He had kept that bottle of Porto red wine for 17 years. When he became the head coach of Lisbon Orient, he didn't want to drink it.

"Old man, I didn't ask you to come up because of these things. After listening to what I said, if you still have the mind to eat lunch, you are good..."

"What are you talking about so much? What is there between us that we don't know about each other? F*ck, you didn't tell your wife about the last time we went out to play when you were drunk, and she told my wife Right?" Beasley had a face full of disapproval, and panicked as he spoke, he went up and was about to grab Antonio's collar.

Antonio didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stretched out his hand and pushed away the furious Beasley, and said slowly:

"What are you talking about? Something really happened...Sporting Lisbon knows, their youth training director Paul Mensah called me in the morning, saying that they want to play a friendly match with our U15..."

Beasley was still a little unresponsive, and blinked his eyes in a daze:

"Sporting Lisbon? I know their U15 echelon. It is said that they have defeated Belan Lens and Benfica in a row. They are crazy in Lisbon and they are looking for us. Is this going to pick all the teams in Lisbon? Then we should go to the Portuguese second team according to the order, why is it our turn first?"

"You think too much...it's not U15, it's their U12 echelon..." Antonio shook his head and said helplessly.

Beasley's expression was angry at first, and then it became a little complicated. He slowly sat back and took a deep breath: "Antonio, this is not a small problem, what does Sporting Lisbon mean by humiliating us? "

Antonio only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, why didn't he know the way in it.

"I called you here to discuss this matter. What do you think in your heart? Now that there are no outsiders, let's think about it carefully..."

"I see, you really don't want me to go to lunch..." Beasley pressed his eyebrows, and he also began to worry, "You tell me, who made this happen? You are still the boss? How did you get into such trouble..."

Antonio shook his head, he was still in a state of ignorance and was in a daze.

"It's not you? That's what Almeida did? He hasn't revealed anything lately..." Beasley thought about it, and suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

"Jan! Jan Rodriguez, maybe this kid is to blame! He is the only one who can have anything to do with Sporting Lisbon in the entire club."

Antonio woke up like a dream. He had already forgotten about the mixed-race boy he had recruited. If Beasley hadn't mentioned it, he would never have figured out the instigator of this incident.

"Yang, Yang, oh, how can something happen here, I thought we got a big deal at the beginning, but I didn't expect to bring in a disaster!"

Antonio was sighing, and Beasley pressed his hand: "Don't think about those useless things, you can't think about anything now, trouble is coming, you have to think about how to solve it..."

"How can it be solved? It's not like you don't know. I'm worrying about the first team. Regardless of my current results, I feel like I'm walking on thin ice. We don't have any foundation at all. We're going to run out of cards. How can I return?" If you want to go out and do these things..."

"So you asked me to make a decision?"

Antonio looked ashamed and murmured a few times without opening his mouth.

Beasley shrugged his shoulders, and he felt a little more relaxed now: "We are old buddies now, so you don't need to hide it. I can help you with these troubles. But you have to make things clear, you have nothing to hide from me. Right? Did Sporting Lisbon put forward any conditions?"

"I haven't promised that Paul Mensa yet, so he didn't say anything specific... What do you think will happen if we reject him?" Antonio asked hesitantly, a little uncertain.

Beasley shook his head firmly:

"Absolutely not, that guy Almeida said before, the team should seize every opportunity to promote themselves and increase exposure, and he also wants to earn more ticket money...

Once this side refuses, Sporting Lisbon may start to publish it in the newspapers. What Lisbon Orient is still afraid to fight because of its age, and what is the shame of Lisbon, do you think the boss knows about it? What good fruit can you give us? "

"But even if we win this battle, we will suffer no matter what. If we lose, we will be ridiculed and humiliated. If we win in a draw, we will not be praised. After all, the age of the echelon is there..."

Beasley frowned, and suddenly clenched his fist and slammed the table hard: "Done! It's useless to retreat, anyway, you're at a loss, you have to fight before you win or lose! Ask what Mensa is, they are here for trouble Yes, you must give some sweets, right?"

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Antonio put down the phone, feeling slightly relieved, spread his hands towards Beasley and said: "You heard it too, no matter what the result is, they will do some publicity in the newspaper, the point is that they will mention two of our club players in the report Name, promise to say good things, we will choose the person, the condition is to let Yang fight..."

Beasley shrugged: "It seems that you are already willing? After all, you also want to do business, and that's right. In this way, those two young players can be sold at a high price. As long as you don't lose too badly, what should you do?" There will be no loss…”

"Sporting Lisbon is here for Young. We are fine. A small loss is a win. With their media reports, maybe we can make more money." Antonio's mood has become much more stable, and he is even in the mood to open up. Joke, "Old man, if you can work harder and win Sporting Lisbon, we will be comfortable, earning eyeballs and making money, Almeida probably wakes up laughing at night!"

"Please stop daydreaming, okay, that's Sporting Lisbon, two league-level super giants away from us, what a fool! You know, our youth training echelon is not complete at all, 15 years old You have been promoted to U20 to make up the number, the oldest in my team is only 14 years old, what can I do to compete with them?"

Beasley didn't mean to be joking with Antonio at all. The responsibility for this matter is now shared by both of them. He, the coach of the echelon, even shoulders even more, so what if he doesn't take it seriously.

"Don't be angry old man, I just think the atmosphere is too dull, just kidding, just kidding... In this way, no matter whether you win or lose this time, you will drink the bottle of Vintage that you have been thinking about all the time. It is my baby, open it I will finish drinking it within two days, or can I take it out and taste it together?" Seeing that Beasley was still unhappy, Antonio hurriedly took his collection as an apology.

Only then did Beasley have a smile on his face, he patted Antonio on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, since you have taken it out, you will definitely be able to drink it within two days, and then I will stay Go to your house, half of each person, don't drink too much secretly!"

Antonio smiled wryly, agreeing with his old friend.

Seeing that it was getting late, Beasley stood up and rubbed his stomach, without saying anything, waved to Antonio, and went downstairs to the restaurant of the club. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he was already too hungry.

Let the fat cook call a full work meal, Beasley smelled the smell, and patted the cook's arm with satisfaction.He was about to walk back with the tray when he saw the U15 players preparing to leave the restaurant together, and suddenly came up with a wicked idea.

Beasley took two quick steps and stood beside them. After enjoying the greetings from the little guys, his expression became serious:
"Everyone in Orient Lisbon, there is a small problem that you need to solve. Today, Sporting Lisbon sent us a letter of challenge. As the youngest echelon of the club, you will fight for honor and must beat each other bravely. Alright, let's go Bar."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked away, while looking back at the group of children who were stunned in place, he snickered.

"The coach hasn't eaten yet? Is he fainted from hunger?"

"I guess he was just kidding us..."

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Yang stood in the crowd without speaking, but quietly clenched his fists...

　Still looking for collections, every collection is the motivation for me to persist in writing books!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)