Football God.

Before the competition, it seemed strange to be approached by someone.

But Mourinho has nothing to do with Ajax. He probably came here this time to watch the football. As a friend, he wanted to ask him to have a talk. Heinrich really had no reason to refuse.

Who knows, as soon as they passed by, Mourinho said: "Adrian, come here, I have my eye on a player."

"Impossible, I don't sell anyone." Heinrich said almost subconsciously, even the footsteps that he wanted to walk over stopped, as if he would turn around and leave as long as Mourinho said his name.

On his face, Heinrich even looked like "don't hurt our friendship, please be careful with your words and deeds".

Mourinho rolled his eyes and waved to him: "Okay, I won't poach your players, come here, don't look like a little girl who was bullied."

... Long time no see, Magic Bird's mouth is still so vicious.

Heinrich went over dubiously. To be honest, everyone who asked him to dig people first said no to dig, and finally started to fall in love with this and that, and it didn’t work to refuse.

Now that Mourinho has come over in person, it is basically impossible for Heinrich to convince himself that this person has no plans.

Sitting down in front of Mourinho, Heinrich looked at the man in front of him: "It seems that you are free now."

"Yes, Inter Milan's championship has been determined. I have also negotiated with the management that I will not continue to coach next season. They understand my decision and will let me go. To be honest, Inter Milan is really good." Murray Neo said, not in a hurry to talk about the players, just picked up the teacup and took a sip.

After hearing this, Heinrich couldn't help smiling again: "Since Inter Milan is so good, why are you willing to accept the invitation from Real Madrid?"

Mourinho glanced at Heinrich without concealing it, and said very straightforwardly: "Real Madrid's invitation, can you refuse the temptation?"

Heinrich looked calm: "Me."

Mourinho glared at him again: "It doesn't hurt my back to stand and talk. If I can also have my own club, I will do it myself."

Heinrich smiled. He knew what Mourinho said was true. Most of the coaches worked for the club. No one could last forever, like Ferguson or Wenger who persisted for so many years. It is really a scarce resource in football.

It is not difficult to understand that Mourinho accepted Real Madrid's invitation now, but Heinrich still doesn't think it is only because of this reason: "As far as I know, Chelsea is also looking for a new coach."

"Yes, but how many times do Chelsea meet Barcelona a year?"

In a word, it simply explains the fundamental reason why Mourinho went to Real Madrid.

He was rejected by Barcelona. This matter was firmly in Mourinho's mind and has never been forgotten.

How much I loved that club before, now I want to prove my excellence to Barcelona.

Real Madrid, El Clasico, no shortage of money, good players, a combination of these things is enough to make Mourinho nod!

Heinrich didn't know enough about Mourinho's obsession, but he chose to respect it, and asked the waiter at the side to serve Mourinho a delicious dessert to appease him, and said in his mouth: "You You didn’t come to me just to tell me you accepted the Real Madrid contract, did you?”

"Of course not, I have business to do." Mourinho put down his glass when he spoke, with a serious face on his face.

Heinrich also corrected his expression: "What?"

"I'm going to watch the Europa League final."

"..." Are you happy with this?

Seeing that Heinrich was about to get up again, Mourinho hurriedly coughed lightly, and then said: "I'm here to ask you, your player, whether to rent or not."

Heinrich blinked: "You want to rent someone?"

Mourinho nodded: "Yes, I want to rent Ozil in your team. His position overlaps with that of Kaka. You can definitely let Ozil go to Real Madrid to play for two years..."

"I don't agree, I don't rent."

Mourinho frowned slightly: "With so many good seedlings, what do you want to do?"

Heinrich shrugged: "Next season, the Champions League, the league, and the cup, the team will need him a lot. I am reluctant to send Ozil away." What's more, Mesut's curiosity is so strong. I still can't control my little child, and went to a big city like Madrid, what should I do if I fail in my studies?

Every day Mr. Heinrich begins his worries with an old father in mind.

But Mourinho didn't look too worried. He quickly changed the subject: "Then how do you think I can fill the vacancy left by the two captains of Real Madrid when I am in the midfield?"

Heinrich was a little dumbfounded: "I said, Jose, that's your club, why should I help Real Madrid with ideas..."

"Then let me ask you, why did you rob Sneijder from me? Let's talk about Sneijder's transfer..."

"Okay, I know."

As soon as Sneijder was mentioned, Heinrich knew that he would probably be talked about by the Portuguese in front of him for a long time. Well, he really cut off Mourinho's beard at that time. Now that Sneijder is such a good player, 1000 million was dug up, and I picked up the bargain by myself, so it's okay to give Mourinho an idea.

Anyway, Chris will go to Real Madrid next season, and Real Madrid is still his former home team, so it should be helpful.

Turning his eyes, Heinrich had a choice in his head: "You know, Suarez?"

"As for the striker, Mr. Chairman already has his own candidate, I guess I can't intervene." As soon as he said this, Mourinho frowned.

Heinrich didn't ask who it was, he just smiled and said, "I'm just suggesting." Suddenly, Heinrich's voice paused, "But I think you're not just looking for me this time. Let's talk. Are you sure, you don't want to find someone from this game?"

Especially when Suarez was Barcelona's booked future striker.

Mourinho snorted coldly and said nothing.

Heinrich didn't say much, and said: "For a club like Real Madrid, it's impossible for you to ask him to buy some players who are not famous. If you can bring a few players from your own relatives to Real Madrid Okay, other things, when it comes to the World Cup, it’s no problem to buy whoever shines.”

"The World Cup..." Mourinho nodded after hearing the words, and suddenly asked, "Are you going to watch the World Cup?"

"correct."

"Then let's go together. I'll contact you when the time comes. That's all right, you can eat the dessert. I won't bother you anymore. I hope you get good grades in the final."

Before Heinrich could speak, Mourinho stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, shook hands with the somewhat confused Heinrich, turned and left.

Only Heinrich was left sitting there in a daze.

World Cup, are you with me?

But my World Cup... I have an appointment with your future players...