My name is Colani

After the Christmas dinner, Trapani immediately completed the last away game of the first half, and won Vittoria 2:0. The points rose by three points again, surpassing Pescara, which was in third place, and came to third place.

Then came the Christmas holiday. With Trapani's high performance in the first half of this season, the players in the team naturally attracted a lot of attention, but Hugo's attitude was very firm. No one could leave, no one could be let go, and he wanted to keep the team competitive.

But there was one person's call that he had to ignore, and that person was Juventus General Manager Luciano Moggi.

After the New Year, the team had a short Christmas holiday and regrouped, but Moggi's call came at this time.

"Hello, Mr. Colemani! I'm Luciano Moggi!" Moggi's opening was simple.

"It's you! Oh, Mr. Moggi! Hello, happy new year!" Hugo knew that Moggi didn't call for no good reason. This time, Moggi probably didn't have any good intentions, but he made concessions on Zeman's matter, so Hugo was naturally polite.

"Mr. Colani is really young and promising. In just three years, he is about to bring Trapani to Serie B. This is a great honor!" Moggi then praised.

"Haha, I don't deserve it! Compared with you, what I did is just a small matter! In addition, I have to thank you for your generosity and magnanimity, Mr. Moggi!" Hugo also expressed his gratitude, and then asked directly: "I don't know what you want to talk to me about this time?! Mr. Moggi!"

"No big deal! Although we have never met, we have always had a good relationship, right?!" Moggi said with a smile like an old fox.

"Yes, yes, it has always been good!" Hugo replied against his will. We can't say that we have a good relationship, but we can only say that it is just average.

"Then I need your help now, you won't refuse me, right?!" Moggi said on the other end of the phone.

Hugo suddenly became alert. This dog-day is probably here to poach my players, but everyone had an agreement at the beginning. If there is an intention to buy players, Juventus should be given priority.

"Who do you want? Just tell me! Mr. Moggi! Let me see if there is such a possibility!" Hugo asked directly.

"Fabrizio Miccoli!" Moggi read out a person's name.

"Impossible!" Hugo objected immediately. Miccoli is too important to the team. He is now the team's top scorer. He has scored 12 goals for the team in the league and is the first in the scorer list of the C1 League. If Zeman has a main force that has never changed, then it is him and Kameni.

Such an important player, not only does Hugo not want to sell it now, he does not want to sell it in the future. Miccoli is a good player, small in size and full of energy, and very professional, and is deeply loved by everyone.

"Mr. Colani, he is a good player, I know, I also know that he is very important to you! But you should not stop his dream, he has the ability to play in a higher level league! Sometimes you have to consider the future of the player!" Moggi persuaded with a smile.

"He will have a bright future in Trapani!" Hugo said firmly.

"But you can't let him play in Serie A. He's not young anymore and needs to be trained in a higher-level league. I can provide him with such an opportunity! Gigi, business is always discussed slowly. I know your players have attracted a lot of attention recently! You are also in a difficult situation, but we are different. We can deepen our relationship through this deal and we can become good friends! I think you shouldn't refuse such an opportunity, right?!" Moggi was pure and persuasive.

Hugo fell into deep thought. It was nonsense to say that friends were all bullshit. There were no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Moggi didn't mean that everyone's relationship was closer, but he was seeking a reward. His request was Miccoli.

Hugo didn't want to offend Juventus or Moggi at all. He was rich now, but his influence was still too small compared to others.

A desperate dog would jump over the wall, but why would he jump over the wall if he didn't have a step to step down.

"There's more than Fabrizio in our team. We have many good players..." Hugo tried to make an exchange.

"Then how about Tony?!" Moggi interrupted Hugo and asked.

Of course, this is even more impossible. This is our captain. Moggi knew that Hugo had rejected him in the summer, so he knew that this was impossible. Now saying this is a disguised rejection of Hugo's proposal. He wants Miccoli.

"Let me think about it. He is very important!" Hugo finally replied to Moggi.

At the Pacheco training base, the morning training was spent in joy and laughter. Zeman, the old man, looked very serious, but he was not the kind of old-fashioned person on the training ground. He even hoped that the team could create a more relaxed atmosphere, because many of these players are young people. If the atmosphere is too serious, then in this state, young players are easily affected. Zeman hopes that these young players can enjoy the joy of training. He wants everyone to know that they are on this road not just because it is a profession, but also because it is everyone's fun.

After the training, Zeman returned to his office. Now there is still some time before lunch time. The coach has a lot of work to do. Every victory is not so simple. There is the hard work of the coach behind it.

Opening the training evaluation book, Zeman planned to give a score to each player's performance in this morning's training, then record their shortcomings and try to develop a plan to correct them.

Zeman leisurely lit a cigarette, and there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!" Zeman said without raising his head.

Fabrizio Miccoli opened the door and came in cautiously, "Hello Mr. Zeman!"

"It's you, Fabrizio!" Zeman smiled and asked Miccoli to sit down. Miccoli is his favorite general. He likes this favorite general very much. Zeman thinks Miccoli has the potential to become a top player. The potential of a forward is why he made great efforts to train Miccoli.

"You have something to do with me?!" Zeman took a puff of cigarette and asked. He also often communicates with the players on tactics. He is not stubborn and likes to listen to the players' ideas. He will patiently explain his approach. This is one of the reasons why he is so loved by Trapani players.

"I..." Facing Zeman who reused him, Miccoli was really embarrassed to say this.

"Fabrizio, you know my character, just say whatever you want. I'm not a tiger and I don't eat people!" Seeing Miccoli's anxiety, Zeman comforted him.

"I want to go to Juventus to play!" Miccoli mustered up the courage to say.

"What?!" Zeman almost jumped up, what's going on? ! Why didn't I hear any news? !

Zeman was a Juventus fan when he was young, or he is still a fan now. His uncle used to be a coach at Juventus. This is the key to him knowing that Juventus has wrongdoing, and what he accuses is not Obliterating Juventus is a great team. What he hates is that Moggi and others ruined Italian football.

But when he heard the name Juventus, he still felt inexplicably disgusted.

"Tell me what's going on?!" Zeman calmed himself down and his tone became calm again.

"They contacted my agent and hoped to take me to them. I want to go there!" Miccoli described the process very simply. It is shameful to contact players privately like this, but who wouldn't do this in football? , it doesn’t matter if everyone does this.

Zeman smoked in silence, and Miccoli's whole person was shrouded in smoke. When Zeman finished smoking a cigarette, he slowly asked, "You have made up your mind, right?!"

Miccoli nodded.

"I have to admit that a big team like Juventus is a big temptation for you, but are you really ready to play for a wealthy team?! You can get a lot from me. A high tactical status is something Juventus cannot give you. You can continue to grow here. When you are really ready one day, I will let you leave and I will persuade the club to let you go. But now, I! I think you still need long-term and stable game training! This is something Juventus can't do with you. They have many options on the front line, and you are just an inconspicuous part of them. They only like you because of your future. Not now!" Zeman didn't want to let Miccoli go, so he naturally started persuading him.

"I know it's not easy to play for a big team, and I'm very happy with my time in Trapani, but I'm actually not too young now. I'm 23 years old now, and I haven't even played a Serie A game. , I am eager to play in Serie A! I know they are interested in my future, but they have promised me that they will not let me gain a foothold in the first team for the time being, and they will loan me to other Serie A teams for training! I think this is a good idea!" Miccoli said with great hope.

Miccoli's biggest experience so far is in the Milan youth training camp, known as San Donato Maradona, but other than that he has been in low-level leagues. Zeman said that he is still young, but In fact, Miccoli is not considered a young boy anymore. It is normal for him to be full of fantasies about Serie A when he is almost 23 years old. He probably also wants to see if he can really gain a foothold in Serie A.

"Fabrizio, you have to take a long-term view! There is nothing wrong with being here. Maybe we can also play in Serie A next year! It is better to stay in a familiar place than in an unfamiliar place!" Zeman continued.

"But they are Juventus!" Miccoli only said this, and immediately blocked Zeman's words.

Dear everyone, I caught a cold yesterday and was sleeping the whole time. I only finished two chapters. I am still recovering from my illness today. I hope you can forgive me!