[football] walk side by side

Back in his room, Cyril took out a grammar-related book as usual and read it quietly.

Like most teenagers who choose football due to poor family background, Cyril also chose to drop out of school for the same reason-the invitation he received from the Porto youth training camp at the age of 13 made him choose a course that was different from his original idea. completely different lives.

Cyril never regretted his decision, not from the very beginning.

The financial situation of the family has not been good, and the daily resources are all supported by the mother. It's not that I can't go to school, but after paying the tuition and miscellaneous fees, the daily funds of the family will shrink significantly.Mother never wronged him in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but often secretly wronged herself - when Cyril was at home, the three meals were normal, but once he went to school, Shen Wei would change to cheap and unpalatable food, just to feed himself.

Cyril had accidentally found out the photos of Shen Wei when she was young - her black hair was like a waterfall, her slender fingers were as white as scallions, her skin was as fair as white clouds in the blue sky, her delicate light blue cheongsam set off her attractive curves, her delicate On the neck is an elegant and beautiful face, like an elf walking out of the forest.

But in Shen Wei now, a pair of white hands have already been covered with calluses, and the tender skin is also stained with the lines of time. Thinking of this, Cyril feels uncomfortable in his heart.

He doesn't hate his current life. Although he is poor, his warm family and friendly neighbors are enough to make up for his lack of material.

But he hated this terrible environment where fish and dragons mixed together, hated those gangsters who did all kinds of evil and had disgusting thoughts against his mother, and hated himself who made his mother fall into such an environment.

If football can change all this, he is willing to do his best for it.

"Cyril, can I come in?" Shen Wei's voice sounded outside the door.

Cyril recovered, "No problem."

Shen Wei pushed open the door, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.She handed the milk to Cyril, watched him sip it, and talked about daily topics in a gentle voice.

"Niya sent some medicine over today. She said it can be used for our usual minor injuries. What do you think we should return to him?"

Niya is an employee of a pharmacy who lives near their home, and often sends some wound medicine over every now and then.

"Why don't we make some desserts as a gift," Cyril thought for a while, and said, "I remember sister Niya likes these."

"Alright, it happens that tomorrow is the weekend, so you can invite her to have afternoon tea."

"Mom, just prepare the ingredients—I'll make the dessert." Cyril curled his lips in distaste, and pointed out bluntly, "Uncle Sandy complained about your weird-smelling biscuits last time."

Shen Wei smiled a little embarrassedly, and had to say that in terms of cooking skills, she was really not as good as Cyril, whose cooking skills were maxed out: "Then I will trouble you."

While they were talking, Cyril had already finished drinking the milk and returned to the book.

Shen Wei also gradually lost her voice, she didn't disturb her son's study, she got some fabrics by herself, bowed her head and began to embroider.Neither of them said anything for a while, they were quietly doing their own things.

In the small but bright room, the delicate-faced young man stared intently at the textbooks spread out on the table, holding a pen in one hand, writing something on the paper from time to time, and the milky white light shone faintly on the serious face , There is a kind of quiet and soft beauty.

Seeing this scene by accident, Shen Wei was taken aback.

"It's hard to believe that Cyril is a football player - no, I don't doubt his ability, the thin body does not mean that he can't be a good player, I mean, he is more suitable for standing than an athlete or something. On some campus, talking and laughing in the auditorium, or just reading in the library or something."

The old neighbor's gossip suddenly sounded in her mind, Shen Wei lowered her eyes, her mood became complicated for a moment, she looked at her son who was studying hard, closed her eyes, and said softly: "Cyril, do you like football?" ?"

"...Mom?" Cyril didn't react for a moment, he put down the pen in his hand, and called out hesitantly.

Shen Wei didn't speak.

She suddenly remembered the afternoon three years ago, when they had just received the apprenticeship contract from the Porto youth training camp, and the complex look on the young man's face who was not yet able to hide his emotions.

Happiness, joy, and regret.

That was the last time Shen Wei realized from Cyril's emotions that perhaps Cyril was not that keen on football itself.

He should have been like a normal Portuguese teenager, studying and playing step by step, and occasionally playing a relaxing street football with three or five friends during a certain holiday, not for professional games, for life, Dedicate nearly half of his life to football.

"Cyril, have you ever thought about going back to school?" Shen Wei finally asked softly.

Cyril did not answer this question. Out of a certain instinct of observing words and expressions developed since childhood, he immediately and keenly noticed another meaning in his mother's words, and it was difficult even for him to give a meaning of this level. Definite answer.

The whole room suddenly fell silent, falling into a strange silence.

"At least, I like the current situation very much." Cyril didn't answer the question that even he couldn't explain clearly, and finally he chose another seemingly irrelevant answer: "I am now the captain of the Porto b team. Soon I will be promoted to the first team, I have friends who train with me and a coach who values ​​me."

"I don't know if I made the right choice back then, but I think my life now is quite good." He finally said softly.

Shen Wei fell silent.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.The two sat in silence for a while, and finally Shen Wei stood up: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early." She bent down and pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead: "Good night, Cyril."

He was silent for a while: "Good night, Mom."

……

In the evening of the next day, Cyril received a call from Jose Vega. After the two exchanged simple greetings, Jose Vega chose to cut directly into the topic.

"I don't know if I can get an answer now, Mr. Slade?"

To this question, Cyril also answered directly: "Sorry, Mr. Vega, I am now a player under Mr. Jorge Mendes."

Vega's face turned ugly for a moment. His expression was gloomy, and his right hand holding the phone was tightened, but his voice was still polite: "I see, I hope we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future." He paused After a pause, he couldn't help but said: "Can I ask, what makes you think that Mr. Jorge Mendes will be more beneficial to your future than me?"

Even though he knew that Vega couldn't see his expression, Cyril couldn't help but smile. He held the mobile phone in one hand, and the whole person was sitting lazily on the desk, casually playing with a pure black phone. Pen, the tone is completely opposite, gentle and with a touch of helplessness: "Uh... Actually, I don't understand that very well, but Mr. Jorge told me that you have more players under your banner, and he will be better than you." Pay more attention to me."

Hearing the boy's bewildered and bewildered voice, Vega was furious for a moment. In his opinion, it should be a matter of course to sign a good boy like Cyril Slade. After all, he has the reputation of Jose Vega. His ability and ability are there, but now, there is a Portuguese who came to cut his beard?

Vega almost laughed angrily. It's not that he has never heard of the name Jorge Mendes, but he has never taken it to heart.You know, at the very beginning, Jorge Mendes was more of a vassal of European predators brokers. He was compared to Jose Vega, and this little manager, now dare to touch the person he likes?

Barely maintaining a peaceful tone to end the conversation with Cyril, Jose Vega hung up the phone, thought for a while with a cold face, and then he made another call, and he had completely calmed down by now : "Hello, Mr. Randy? I'm Vega, help me find out, how many players does Jorge Mendes have now?"

Putting down the phone, Cyril waited quietly for a while, then he called his new manager: "I'll leave it to you, Mr. Manager."

Jorge smiled helplessly.

He could fully imagine what happened—it was nothing more than that the young man used some language skills to make Jose Vega feel that he had been abducted by him, so that Vega focused his anger on himself.Although Jorge was a little upset, he couldn't say anything. After all, it is instinct for anyone to be wise and protect himself.

The struggle between brokers is simple and simple, but also complicated.In the final analysis, the strength of an agent mainly depends on the strength of his top star, and use the influence of the top star to absorb more talented players.

Just as agents select more talented players, players select more capable agents.

With Jose Vega's contacts in Portuguese football, he is very likely to block Jorge's players through various means, such as sitting on the bench, not being able to enter the country, and so on.Once Jorge can't bear this pressure and can't keep his players in this situation, there is no doubt that his career as a football agent has come to an end.

It's just... Jorge shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to carry it?"

Cyril replied casually: "Then change to another one that can hold it."

Jorge: "..."

"Just kidding, I see you're nervous." Cyril chuckled and straightened up: "For you, this is also an opportunity, isn't it?"

Jorge smiled too.

That's right.

Fighting against an agent like Jose Vega is certainly not good for him, but once he can show his ability and skills, it will also be a leap forward for his agent career.

The matter of Cyril was at best an opportunity.

An opportunity for him to face Vega and start sex from the opponent.