Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 39 Undercurrent
The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game with some regret. If Lisbon Orient were given some more time, they might really be able to complete the big reversal. Even he wanted to see how the green and white lions retreated.

The fans in the stands didn't think so. Being able to counterattack with five goals in the second half has exceeded their best expectations.The opponent is Sporting Lisbon, one of the most powerful contenders for the title of the Portuguese First Division. If it is not the U12s, but the U15 echelon of the Alcochete base, I don’t know what the hell they will be beaten.

They laughed loudly at those guys who left early during the intermission. They didn't feel sorry for spilling more than half of the beer in their hands when they clinked glasses. His expression caused wild laughter from the people around him.

At the Portuguese Railway Stadium in the afternoon, the low stands couldn’t block the wind from all sides. The cheering songs of the Orient fans were mixed with a lot of slang and curses, and the low-pitched sobs when the wind passed across the roof and corridors. Chirping, stinging the eardrums of every young Sporting Lisbon player, or something else.

The seemingly white and scorching sun was not warm. Shame crushed their defenses, and their skin was aroused by fear, so the U12 players sat down on the ground one by one, with their heads buried in their knees. In between, he covered his face and dared not look at the crowd who were already celebrating.

Dufflar pinched the thigh muscles that still twitched from time to time, and remained silent without speaking. The pride engraved in his bones did not allow him to be inferior after failure, so Dufflar held on to his extremely sore legs , still standing firmly in front of the goal, looking straight ahead.

Before Yang and his teammates went to the rostrum to thank the fans, they turned their heads and stood there for a long time.

If there is silence that belongs to only two people in the noise, the time will seem very long.

So they just stared at each other in silence, until Yang's soft black hair was blown up by the wind, Davlar finally couldn't resist the cramped and painful calf, fell back with a look of astonishment, and gritted his teeth He couldn't even struggle to get up.

Diallo hugged Yang, and his teammates also surrounded him, laughing and walking towards the stands.A tall or strong body blocked Davlar's sight, so he didn't see Yang's staggering footsteps due to exhaustion. If he knew that Yang had also reached the limit of his physical fitness, maybe the anger and unwillingness in his heart were the reason. will dissolve some...

Cesar was still sitting motionless on the bench, his out-of-focus eyes were dull and lifeless, his hands resting on his knees trembled slightly, as if his soul had flown away.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..." He kept murmuring indistinctly, scaring everyone else away, no one wanted to sit next to a collapsed fat man, Who knows what he'll do.

The assistants of the U12 echelon wanted to remind him that there are still many things to do, but they couldn't bear it, so they had to go to the field to gather their players first. Those children who are still crying with regret should not be left alone This place is full of hostility and arrogance.

The reporters from the two local Lisbon media may also have figured out some of the joints inside. They packed up their things and left just after the game ended.Only the parents of those U12 echelon players feel sorry for their children, looking forward to the movement of the bench below, although they have to endure those horrible mocking words, they are still reluctant to leave...

……

After sending off Sporting Lisbon, Almeida had time to deal with his own affairs. When he returned to the office, he had someone call Antonio and Beasley.Although the game is over, there are still many things he doesn't know that need to be asked.

"Sit down, don't be polite to me, you have made great achievements today, and you have given the club a lot of face, just for this matter, I will give you a large bonus!" Almeida stuffed her body into the soft In the leather chair, hehe said with a smile.

Beasley was still immersed in the atmosphere of the game, and was a little dazed.Antonio knew that they had won the bet. This time, whether it was the club or themselves, they made a lot of money, so he naturally smiled.

"Boss, Sporting Lisbon brought reporters with them. With this result, their reports are no longer enough for us. See if..."

Almeida waved his hands with a confident expression on his face, and said very proudly: "You still need to say this? I asked the secretary to look for it before the game was over. This time, at least this number..."

The five fingers of his outstretched right hand were all spread out, and he shook it slightly. Antonio's smile also spread to the corner of his mouth: "Five?! Our club has been so many years, and there has never been a game that has attracted five media. The risk you took before is worth it!"

Almeida rubbed his chin and was thinking about it. He suddenly stood up and patted Beasley on the shoulder: "Hey! Why are you still so lost? What's wrong? I think it's not enough to get back five, and I want to win more?"

Beasley shook his head, rubbed his temples and said slowly: "No... I'm just recalling some details of the game. The way Yang handled the ball a few times is very worth learning and can be absorbed into the usual training subjects. The little ones are great."

"Jan? Um, is that the little guy? I just remembered when you said it. He is the little genius that Antonio wrote in his previous report, the one from Sporting Lisbon? I was still skeptical when I was watching the game, so thin and so small. , How can he stay in the U15 and play the game, I didn't expect, this time he can be regarded as killing the old master, haha!" Almeida was very happy, and he couldn't laugh from ear to ear when he thought of the result of today's game.

Antonio also took up the conversation with a smile on his face: "Yeah, I didn't believe that he was from Sporting Lisbon at the beginning, but I happened to see Yang's dribbling, so I strongly advocated signing him. , Passing is also so good, maybe it’s due to Beasley’s training in the past few months, right, old man?”

Beasley raised his head in trepidation. He didn't think he had taught Yang anything. On the contrary, his training might not be suitable for Yang at all. He was about to talk about this when Almeida asked about other things:
"Antonio, how many years has this little guy signed a contract? I think he may be able to sell for a lot of money in the future. From now on, we must promote him well and build momentum. I have already thought about the headline of the news. Overlord, how about the competitive team abandoning the general and killing the old master?"

"A six-year contract. His father was overjoyed when he found out that he could sign the contract. He thanked me vigorously..." Antonio was talking with a smile on his face, but suddenly his face changed as if he thought of something terrible.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Almeida was a little surprised, so she poked him with her finger and asked, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Boss, there is one thing, I thought it would be fine at the time, Yang's youth training contract, this contract, I..."

"What's wrong with the contract? It's gone? Lost it? Tell me!"

"His father added a termination clause. If a Portuguese League team wants him within half a year, they can use the lowest termination fee... I thought he was just a little guy who was not favored by Sporting Lisbon, and it was only half a year. , I thought it was okay..." Antonio murmured, knowing that he had made a huge mistake.

Almeida stared at him, countless thoughts passed through his mind, and he was a little anxious for a while: "You...you, you are so confused, how could you agree to such a request? Isn't this pushing the money out by yourself? ?! What is the minimum termination fee for our team’s youth training?”

"Twenty-twenty thousand escudos..."

Almeida slammed his fist on his desk, knocked over many things, spilled water cups and documents all over the floor, he suddenly remembered something, and yelled out the door: "Pasa! Pasa! Hurry up! Come in!"

His secretary opened the door and walked in. Looking at the mess, he was a little terrified, thinking that he had done something wrong, so he swallowed and dared not speak.

"Quickly, turn down all the media appointments, not a single one! Do you hear me clearly? Turn them all down!" Almeida yelled loudly, her hair was a little blown up, and her expression was terrifying.

Before Pasa could ask a question, he gave him another hard stare, turned his head and rushed out of the office in fright, muttering: "The boss is crazy, crazy, the hard-earned media , still want to push it away, crazy crazy..."

Almeida finally calmed down, looked at the two people in the office who were a little scared, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that Lisbon Oriental's chance to show his face is gone again, Antonio, you did a good job, this Jan Rodriguez If it can be cultivated until it is fifteen or sixteen years old and then sold, maybe it can be sold for 5000 million escudos, my God, if the termination clause is really triggered..."

He shook his head: "Sporting Lisbon should not promote it vigorously. It is very likely that it will be taken away at one stroke. Let's pray to God now, and hope that the old man can let us seize this opportunity to make a fortune. Ha ha, Portugal, no Before watching this game, I would not have believed that there would be a Portuguese League team poaching people from our team..."

Antonio still wanted to make up for his mistakes, looked at Almeida flatteringly, and said tremblingly: "Boss, when they contacted Sporting Lisbon before, they promised us that they could promote one or two of our players in the report." Come on, Cox and the others performed very well today, you see..."

Almeida glared at Antonio angrily. After hearing this, he wanted to go up and grab the other man's collar to see if there was any brain in that skull, but in the end he just said indifferently:

"Don't even think about it, what is the importance of more than 2000 times the profit? How about promoting them? How much more can you sell? The Portuguese League team didn't come. Are you trying to use reports to attract a group of other clubs? Let them snatch this mouthful of meat like a shark that smells blood?"

Beasley looked at Antonio, who was slumped aside, feeling a little bit sorry for his old friend. He lowered his head and thought for a while before he said, "Boss, why don't we pick a time tomorrow, and let's use the name of celebration to get rid of Jan's Father, please come and have a talk, and when the talk is over, you don't have to be so anxious as you are now..."

Almeida nodded, looked at the dumbfounded Antonio, and cursed a few more idiots in his heart.

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