[Football] Crown of Thorns

"So you are optimistic about the Dutch team?"

Agostinho asked Gama while holding the melon and chewing on it.

It is now July 7, the final day of the World Cup in South Africa. Gama's unscrupulous agent ran to his residence and said that he wanted to watch the final with him.

Joanna is not at home. She doesn't have much love for football. She only cares about football because Xiko is a player. After returning from Xiko, she no longer cares about the news of the World Cup. Since today is the final day, many fans want to Unable to ask for leave, non-fans like Joanna went to work at the request of the boss.

Since Ernesto found a job in the local area, he quickly met a group of fans who love football. In addition, he and Xiko had nothing to say when he was at home, so today he simply went to a fan bar. Watch the game.

Jia Ma carried a bunch of grapes and ate them slowly one by one.

"Well, I think the Dutch team is good and promising."

"That's hard to say," Agostinho grinned, his face full of watermelon juice, "I think Spain won!"

"Oh!"

Gama continued to eat the grapes calmly.

"Hey, are you like this?"

Agostinho was upset.

Jia Ma glanced up at him, "Oh, I have applied for the driver's license test, when will you give me the car."

"Uh, cough, the Dutch team is actually quite good."

The unscrupulous broker immediately turned back, it was really unscrupulous.

"not in a good mood!"

Seeing Cannavaro, the last World Cup champion and captain of the Italian national team appearing on the screen, Agostinho changed the subject.

The lazy Gama watched Cannavaro holding the golden Hercules Cup on TV.

After the final, the eye-catching Hercules Cup will be embraced by the eighth champion in World Cup history.

"How do you think he can smile so brightly?"

Gama pouted.

"Laugh? What's wrong?"

Agostinho froze for a moment, seeing Cannavaro in a suit and leather shoes in the picture, the captain of the Italian national team had a bright smile on his face, carefully opened the box and took out the gold cup, and then he held the Hercules The Cup is in the field, showing the Gold Cup to the fans.He then placed the trophy on a courtside pedestal, and in 90 or 120 minutes the trophy would find a new owner.

"That's right, the Italian team, the defending champion, was eliminated in the group stage," Agostinho remembered, "So you still haven't figured out that the Portuguese team was eliminated by the Dutch team!"

He suddenly realized why Jia Ma had been in a depressed mood for the past few days.

"Before I thought you didn't feel particularly happy or excited even if you entered the national team. I thought you didn't care at all!"

After wiping his face with a towel, Agostinho asked with a smile.

The sullen Jiama glanced at him, "Actually..."

I didn't think about it, and I didn't think much about the national team before, but I don't know why since they were eliminated after losing to the Dutch team, they didn't think it was a big deal, but the more I think about it, the more unhappy I am, Gradually, I felt sore and uncomfortable all the time in my heart, and I couldn't get excited about doing anything. I wanted to smash the TV when I saw the World Cup games being broadcast on TV all the time.

"Because you want to play in the World Cup!"

Agostinho, who had wiped his face, took a kiwi fruit from the table and peeled it.

"……What's the meaning?"

Gama asked puzzled.

Isn't it normal for a player to want to play in the World Cup?

The green juice flowed on his hand, which was a little sticky. Agostinho licked his fat fingers, "Because you are not reconciled, and you are not reconciled to losing the game."

"...Unreconciled?"

"Yup!"

Biting off the sweet and sour flesh, Agostinho looked at Gama, who had always been mature and rational in his heart. Now he looks like a young man, contradictory, confused, and does not understand that there are too many things in this world. The young man who can do things that are impossible, look at his face, it looks more and more beautiful.

"Xiko, I found you a new job."

"what?"

Gama responded blankly.

"Tsk tsk, our boy Xiko is a handsome boy with a good figure," Agostinho chuckled, "Do you know Throttleman?"

"what is that?"

He knew the word, but seemed completely unable to understand what it meant.

The agent who finally finished eating laughed, "Throttleman is a clothing brand, and it is currently the top casual clothing brand in Portugal. Brackets, they are a men's casual fashion brand."

That's it!

Gama nodded, "Spokesperson?"

"That's not it."

Agostinho shook his head, "You are not qualified to be their spokesperson yet, you just took a few hard photos to be published in fashion magazines like GD."

Although Jia Ma doesn't quite understand how fashionable fashion brands really are, he also knows the magazines with GD and other names mentioned by the agent. Qiongna will occasionally buy one or two of these magazines and come back to read them. Of course, they can be published on them. The clothes sold are quite expensive. Although Gama gave Joanna his credit card supplementary card, Joanna would never use the card to buy luxury goods. She is a very frugal girl, and life has tempered her even if she is When life is rich, she will not waste money.

"Okay, how much?"

Jia Ma asked very realistically.

As a result, Agostinho screamed, "Being able to take pictures of them means that you are now popular, famous and have status. How dare you ask them how much they paid you!"

Seeing that his manager went crazy, Gama shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV.

On the TV, the broadcast host was introducing the situation of the two teams in today's final --

"...the Dutch team won all six games and advanced to the final with outstanding performance...Although Spain lost to Switzerland in the first round, it also won five consecutive victories...In history, there have been 8 confrontations between the two teams, and the Netherlands has 4 Wins, 1 draw and 3 losses have a slight advantage...the two teams have never had a record of winning the World Cup before, so a new world champion will be born after this game..."

"Perez is really getting more and more wordy."

Letting go of the grapes in his hand, Gama got up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands and then poured a glass of water, "Do you want coffee or beer."

Finding Ernesto's beer in the refrigerator, Gama asked loudly.

"beer."

Throwing him a can of beer, Gama sipped his lemonade and sat down, "The Dutch team played 451 today!"

"Well," Agostinho, who took the beer, put the cold can on his face, "Van Persie stepped forward, Robben and Dirk were on the two wings, and Sneijder was the core of the midfield. This formation is very suitable. The way they play."

The game had already started, and the two sat there quietly watching the game until Agostinho sighed.

"Xiko, you're almost leaving."

"Ok!"

"You guessed it?"

"There's no need to ask. Mr. Pettit's sighs on the phone nearly burst my eardrums."

"He's pretty nice."

Although Pettit is a bit soft in team management and his temper is too mild, he is a good coach.

Gama liked him a lot.

Without Pettit's referral, even if he has great abilities, he would not be able to play in the team so smoothly and become the current international player Jiama.

But the difference between a good guy and a good manager...

Gama shook his head with a wry smile.

"The Boavista club is going to change coaches, and everyone in the industry knows that they still think that Mr. Petit has no courage." Regarding Bole, who let Gama play in the team, Agostinho still has some Very respectful, "My opinion is that Mr. Pettit is suitable for leading the youth team, teaching and cultivating new players, and the pressure of the first team is really not suitable for him."

Although what he said made sense, Gama could only shake his head, "Tell me, which company is the club going to sell me to?"

"No decision has been made yet."

Agostinho smiled, "At present, there are three clubs that are most sincere in wanting you, but the club hesitates in their offer, so it can only depend on your idea, where do you want to go?"

"Which three clubs are they?"

"Malaga in La Liga, Arsenal in the Premier League and Dortmund in the Bundesliga."

"Malaga? The one where Duda is?"

"That's right! Of course, I don't recommend you to go there," Agostinho wrung his fingers. "First of all, the fame is too small and the salary is not much. Going there is better than staying here. Their quotation is not high, only 800 It’s too stingy to want to buy the midfield core of the Portuguese national team for [-] euros.”

Jia Ma rolled his eyes, "I'm not worth much, okay?"

"But 800 million is too low. The Boavista club thinks it is too low, so this company ranks the lowest. The main reason is that they don't want to sell you to domestic opponents, or else~~" Agostinho shrugged, "Sporting Lisbon and Porto on the opposite side want to buy you."

"Domestic ones will not be considered."

Gama shook his head.

"That side is next, Arsenal, do you know?"

"Please, does anyone who plays football know about the Gunner?"

"The biggest advantage of going to Arsenal is Wenger. He is good at training young players, but in the Premier League," Agostinho frowned, "It is not easy for a skilled player like you to gain a foothold in the Premier League. You know the reason, right?"

Gama nodded, "I know."

"In addition, Wenger is also very stingy, his offer is only 1000 million euros."

"Not bad."

To be honest, Wenger is not too stingy for young players who can pay this price. How many young players have become famous in the World Cup and have fallen all the way to nowhere, let alone a skill like Gama Whether a high-end player can be suitable for the environment like the Premier League needs to be carefully considered. 1000 million is a conscience price.

Gama still has a relatively objective understanding of his worth.

Of course, his agent was not very happy. "Dortmund has the highest bid, 200 million, but there are also problems. It's hard to say whether you can grab a main position when you go. The other party does not promise the main position."

Gama thought for a while, "Dortmund's midfielder is Bender? Sven Bender?"

"Bender's position is different from yours. He can be regarded as an avant-garde, and he is still considered a rookie," Agostinho said with some uncertainty. Ke, there is also a Brazilian, Antonio da Silva, he is in 85, it should be."

"Wait," Gama raised his hand, "I remember their midfielder is No. 8 named Shaheen!"

They all came out of the World Youth Championship. Gama has an impression of the Bender brothers and Shaheen.

"Dortmont is short of midfielders at the moment," said Agostinho's spirit, "Shaheen is going to transfer, but he is going to Real Madrid, Real Madrid!"

"Then they don't lack midfielders either!"

"I heard that there are four midfielders in Dortmund who are going to leave this time. In addition to Shaheen, their No. 14 Marcus Feulner, No. 17 Dede and Tomas Hay Naur's gone (*), they're short."

"However, I heard that the economic situation in Dortmund is not good."

"That doesn't matter, as long as you can pay your salary and promised bonus."

Agostinho disagreed.

"It seems that you prefer me to go to Germany."

"Well, from all aspects, the Bundesliga is the most suitable for you now, and their coach Mr. Klopp is also very good at teaching young players. It is still beneficial for you to go to the end."

His words silenced Gama, and after a while Gama suddenly laughed, "It's not that you want to make a lot of money, I guess it's impossible for me to go to the Bundesliga to make a lot of money!"

"Hmph, transfer after you play better, it won't be the current price."

Agostinho raised his head proudly.

Gama: Oh!

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PS: (*) In fact, their transfers were all in the summer of 2011, and I moved the timeline back by one year.