Midfielder

15:0, this is the final result of the game. Although Mendes only watched from the sidelines for less than half an hour, the black-haired kid has left a deep impression on him.

Every time he got the ball, he seemed so calm. Even though the uneven field often made the football bounce irregularly, it failed to stop him from dribbling forward. He could always get rid of the defenders entangled around him with very clever technical moves.

The little guy was not strong, but those who were much stronger than him could not easily knock him down. When the black-haired kid wanted to squeeze past you, it was difficult for anyone to stop him with their body.

What surprised Mendes the most was probably the vision of the little guy on the court. Several timely mid-court passes accurately hit the opponent's weakest defensive area. If it weren't for the poor scoring ability of the miscellaneous forwards, the score might really become the score of a basketball game.

It is not difficult to find a player with good skills in Portugal, but it is rare to meet an organizer with both skills and good vision.

Although this was just a game on the street, Mendes could already feel that this little guy had an enviable talent.

Children of this age are too focused on their own dribbling and do not have a good sense of teamwork, including Mendes' evaluation of Cristiano. They all focus too much on individual performances instead of making the team more like a whole.

But this black-haired kid can grasp the opportunity to pass the ball well on the court. He knows how to use his skills to open the gap in the opponent's defense, but he does this not for performance, but to win the opponent.

Although his passing is still a bit immature or sluggish at times, his keenness in finding loopholes in the opponent's defense has left an indelible impression on Mendes. The old man from Sporting Lisbon was right. When this kid was on the court, he was like a knife, so sharp that it made people feel a little cold.

Under his leadership, the miscellaneous army was like a precision instrument, operating exactly as it was in the previous game. They crushed the opponent with great force, and the fatal pass appeared again and again from the feet of the black-haired kid.

It can be seen that he is the absolute core of this ragtag army. Those little guys will run around him and support him. This black-haired kid is like a commander on the court, but he is a little short. According to Mendes, he is only about 1.7 meters tall.

However, the potential he showed on the court made Mendes understand that he should never miss such a good opportunity.

Maybe this little guy is still a little far from the requirements of a professional player, but this football talent has already moved Mendes.

So after the game, he hurried up and stopped the black-haired little guy. He needs to have a good talk with this little guy. This may be a good opportunity to sign him.

"Jorge Mendes? Football agent?" Lin Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his weird restaurant clothes, while looking at the business card handed to him by the man in a suit.

He really didn't know where this guy came from. As soon as the game just ended, he couldn't wait to stand in front of him and handed over his business card. And he started to talk non-stop in front of Lin Yi. Lin Yi really wanted to say to him, sir, we don't seem to know each other.

Especially Mendes's rapid-fire Portuguese made Lin Yi a little uncomfortable. This uncle was really a bit nagging.

And now Lin Yi really wanted to go back to the church to take a shower. The sticky feeling of sweat on his body was really uncomfortable. But the man in front of him seemed to have a lot to say.

This made Lin Yi very helpless, but the guy's excessive enthusiasm could only make him listen patiently. All this was just for a basic courtesy, just like his mother had taught him.

"Yes, I am a professional football agent. My job is to help those who choose to play professional football to seek a guaranteed contract, or a bright future."

Mendes tried his best to make himself look less excited, but the past twenty minutes of the game gave him too much sensory stimulation. He really wanted to sign an agency contract with the little guy in front of him.

Mendes now looked at the little guy with the same look as if he were looking at a treasure. There was no way, this kid really looked like a natural diamond of excellent quality and uncut.

"Are you sent by Sporting Lisbon?" Lin Yi really didn't know which serious football agent would come to this place to watch the game, and the guy in front of him looked like a bad guy with evil thoughts with his eyes shining.

The only thing Lin Yi could think of now was that the training match in Lisbon would bring him such trouble. Including the phone call from Lisbon a few days ago, several groups of people had already found this place.

The noses of professionals in the football circle are so sensitive. Lin Yi has seen that scouts and agents are sometimes basically equivalent to hounds.

If Mendes knew what the little guy in front of him was thinking, he would definitely find a piece of tofu and hit himself to death. After all, he was considered a relatively decent-looking person in Portugal, but now he has become a dangerous person in the eyes of this little guy.

But now Mendes doesn't have time to think about so many other things. He doesn't know what's going on between this little guy and Sporting Lisbon, but he can hear an unfriendly voice from this little guy's mouth.

In addition, Aurelio Pereira had told him before that he regretted missing out on this little guy and Sporting Lisbon. Mendes felt very keenly that this little guy named Lin Yi didn't like Sporting Lisbon very much. So he quickly denied it. He didn't want this potential contract partner to have any misunderstandings.

"NO, I do not represent any team. My task is to negotiate between the players and the team and strive for the best interests of each player. It can be said that I am the kind of person who is not welcomed by the team. Managers and presidents of those clubs hate meeting agents."

While Mendes was explaining, he tried his best to lighten the atmosphere with a smile. He didn't know why, but he always felt like he was under pressure when facing this little guy. It was a bit crazy. He was even worse now than the first time. I was still nervous when doing player transactions.

"There are hundreds of thousands of people of my age playing football in Portugal. Sir, why did you choose me? Don't tell me it was a coincidence. I would rather believe that lightning struck me from the sky than this kind of fairy tale. This film There are almost no outsiders in the stadium, and you are a stranger to this small town." Lin Yi pursed his lips and looked at the man in front of him, hoping to get an answer.

Mendes could clearly feel that the little guy in front of him was mature beyond his years. If it were another child, he might have begun to long for the beauty of the professional league, but he was asking himself why.

"I would also like to solemnly state that I am not from Sporting Lisbon, but I heard about you playing against them. There happened to be one of my contracted clients in that team, and he told me about you playing in Lisbon. In the game at the Puma Training Academy, I came here just to try and find the guy that their defenders thought was a devil. "Mendes didn't hide anything, he wanted to use this. Communicate with the other party in a frank manner, even though the other party is just a child under the age of fifteen.

"I just watched your performance on the court. It was very exciting. You have a talent that makes others jealous. You have every chance to become an enviable professional player, and you will be a very famous one. My purpose here is very Purely, I just want to bring you to a bigger stage.”

Mendes tried his best to restrain his words. He didn't want the conversation between the two people to turn into a compliment, which would make people look very insincere, although he really wanted to praise the little guy's performance on the court. The technology comes out.

Lin Yi did not answer Mendes' words, but took out a handful of things from the pocket of his weird restaurant clothes and handed them to Mendes.

"What you just said has been said to me by many people. These are the business cards they left for me in the past two days. Everyone who comes here to see me tells me how wonderful the future is. Sir, I I don’t know if you have played professional football, but I just want to ask, are there really only flowers waiting for me? Are money and beauties already beckoning to me? Will I not suffer failure?”

Lin Yi's answer surprised Mendes, but the pile of business cards in his hand were not fake. Some of the names were even familiar to Mendes. It seems that he was not the only one who noticed the game this little guy played in Lisbon. Those guys with a keen sense of smell have their own news channels. He is no longer a pioneer.

The actions of competitors made Mendes feel the pressure. The names of famous agents on those business cards irritated his eyes. As if to mock this novice's overestimation of his capabilities, the fortress that none of them had conquered would not collapse with his arrival. However, Mendes has a very good habit, that is, he will not give up on anything easily, and this time is no different.

Mendes was able to start his own career in this industry not only because of his professionalism, but also because Mendes was very sincere in many cases. Holding these business cards, Mendes knew that he no longer needed to describe a bright future, because these people must have said too many such words and made too many promises for the future. At this moment, he could only tell the truth. Tell the truth.

"Yes, no one can guarantee that they will succeed. The competition in professional football is very cruel. It will always face failure. There are too many so-called geniuses who have been eliminated here. The football you play on the court will make me feel I'm excited, but I can't promise you a future because of this excitement. There will be too many surprises in football. I can't guarantee that you will succeed, or you may be a loser. No one can tell the future. Things. Now I can only provide you with some professional help, and I can't promise anything else."

Mendes finally understood that he found him not because of luck, but because this dark-haired boy had rejected many people. All he can do now is to speak his mind. As for the outcome, he can only leave it to fate.

Listening to what Mendes said, an unnoticed smile appeared on Lin Yi's lips.

He could even feel that the middle-aged man in front of him was a little discouraged. Maybe it was the names on the business cards that put a lot of pressure on him, but Lin Yi seemed satisfied to hear such words.

"You are the first guy who is so frank. You didn't brag about the future in front of me like they did. But aren't you afraid that this frankness will make you lose the chance to sign me?"

"I really don't know whether you are too confident in yourself or too honest. In the past few days, too many people have called or come to me directly. They all described the beautiful future of professional football to me, but no one told me the result after failure. You are the first person to tell all this honestly. The business cards in your hand can be thrown away. I will keep yours. As for the future, I need to think about it. After thinking it over, I will call you."

After Lin Yi finished speaking these words, he turned and left. He didn't even give Mendes a chance to respond. He held the business card between two fingers and shook it in the air with his back to Mendes. However, the most eye-catching thing in Mendes' eyes might be Lin Yi's restaurant waiter's clothes.

It was not until the kid walked away from Mendes that the middle-aged uncle suddenly realized that from the beginning of their conversation, the initiative was not in his hands. He was completely passively following the kid's thinking. Uh, is this kid really only fifteen years old?

It seems that this kid not only plays tricks on his opponents on the court, but he also often uses this seemingly cunning way to deal with his own affairs on the court. He is really a headache. . .

Maybe now Mendes will find that his opponent is no longer those potential competitors, but this kid named Lin Yi. . .

Mendes is not sure whether he will receive that call. At least the business card that was taken away left him with a hope. I hope God can make everything go smoothly.

Looking at the church not far away, Mendes prayed in his heart, but he didn't know if it would work.

Maybe this seemingly pious prayer can move God and help Mendes fulfill his wish. God bless, as for who to bless, ghosts know. . .

That old guy has never done anything serious... I hope he can open his eyes this time...

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