Football God.

Instead of climbing the Great Wall with the players, Heinrich chose to sit and rest at a place sponsored by advertisers.

The reason is quite frank: "I'm not in good health and need to rest."

And this statement was approved by everyone, especially the captains, who worked together to put Heinrichian on the resting place.

Only Mendes looked at the chair Heinrich was sitting on with a speechless face, glanced at him, and asked suddenly: "You walked all the way, and I didn't see you taking anything."

"I have Bert, I hired him with money, and I have a contract." Heinrich pointed to Bertlam with a straight face.

Bertram nodded politely to Mendes.

Mr. Broker, who already knew Bertram's hidden identity, nodded stiffly, and subconsciously moved to the side, trying to avoid Bertram's sight, and then whispered to Heinrich: "You Are you not afraid to keep such a person by your side?"

Heinrich looked disapproving: "Jorge, don't always look at people with old eyes. Bert is a good man, I think you know it."

Yes, yes, a good man, not only a good man but also a title.

I think he's better off if he doesn't have that business.

Mendes wisely decided to skip this topic, and reached out to pat the armrest of the sofa chair where Heinrich was sitting: "I just don't understand, why did you bring this thing here, and how did you bring it up..."

Heinrich smiled on his face: "I take it with me everywhere. This time, the players asked to be carried on the bus. As for how to bring it up..." Heinrich pointed to the activities being done over there. of advertisers, "they have a way."

"...Okay." Mendez sighed, what else could he say?

Heinrich's temper is mostly habitual.

But the people around him are happy to spoil him!

"I'm thirsty and want milk."

"it is good."

Mendes, who got up to buy milk for no reason, thought as he walked, okay, okay, isn't he one of the people who spoiled him?

Heinrich hugged Luka in his arms with a smile, reached out and stroked Romeo's hair, and said with a smile, "Why don't you two go up and play?"

Luka happily hugged Heinrich's neck, his face was pressed against the man's neck, plump.

Romeo looked critically outside: "It's too sunny."

Heinrich laughed when he heard the words: "In the future, you will often encounter such a sun when you play football. Are you still afraid?"

"When you play football, no one will always try to hug you." Romeo muttered silently, feeling Heinrich's gaze, and he explained, "Brother Mesut, he always wants to hug me Walk."

Heinrich coughed lightly, and knew in his heart that Ozil was a temper tantrum that would make him unable to walk when he saw a cute child, so he was not surprised that he could do such a thing.

After saving his own hair from the little Luca, Heinrich patted the little guy's chubby back while looking at Romeo: "It's not just because of this that you came to sit with me."

Otherwise, Ozil usually lives in Kaka's house and gets along with these children every day, and he has never seen him unhappy.

Romeo didn't go around with Heinrich, and looked up at him directly: "I just read the news, Uncle Ronaldo's child was born."

"Yes." Heinrich had a smile on his face.

"It's the same time as Uncle Edel said before."

Heinrich's expression froze for a second, a little surprised that Romeo could remember so clearly.

But he still said: "I am also his father."

"Godfather." Romeo looked at Heinrich, frowning slightly, "This relationship is not as close as it is in real life."

Unexpectedly, Romeo even thought of a reason for himself, Heinrich coughed lightly, decided to skip the topic of kinship, and asked directly: "Do you care about that child?"

Romeo nodded: "Yes, I hope he will be our partner."

"What's the reason?"

Romeo thought about the child's own father and his purpose of trying to fool him into being the goalkeeper, and wisely chose to hide it: "We will all welcome new partners."

Heinrich was very satisfied with this answer, and nodded with a smile: "You will like him, he is a very cute child."

Romeo curled his lips and smiled: "By the way, Uncle Idle, can we borrow Tom? We need it very much now."

Tom, your little black cat?

Heinrich blinked and continued to save his hair from Luca's hands, while looking at Romeo: "What do you want Tom to do?"

"Gatekeeper."

Mendes' eyelids twitched as he returned from buying milk.

What did he hear?

Ask Heinrich to borrow a cat and guard the door?

how can that be……

"Okay." Heinrich agreed very neatly, and touched Romeo's soft blond hair with a smile.

Mendes looked at Romeo, then at Heinrich: "Seriously, Idel, I think you still need to find a decent goalkeeper."

Heinrich hugged Luka tightly in his arms, stroked the little guy's hair, and took the milk handed over by Mendes, looking at his manager: "Why? Tom is very Enough, they're still young."

"But you let a cat guard the door?" Mendes said with a helpless smile on his face, "Even if it is me, it will be better than it."

But as soon as he said this, Mendes stopped.

Why did he compare himself with a cat?

In the next second, Mendes heard Heinrich's smiling voice: "Don't overestimate yourself, Jorge."

……Um?

Romeo also looked at Mendes, especially looking around Mendes' stomach: "Tom is better."

...Hey, I have a small stomach because I tried pasta for Mourinho!

Romeo seemed to feel that his statement was not firm enough. He reached out and patted Luca: "Uncle Mendes is better, or is Little Tom better?"

Luka clapped his little hands with a naive look on his face: "Tom is better!"

Mendes felt that he had been hit so hard that he couldn't straighten up...

And when the players came back, it was already four hours later.

Although the physical fitness of sports athletes is better than that of ordinary people, Heinrich doesn't want to make them too tired, after all, there are still games to play.

But the boys are obviously very happy. Although they don't quite understand what they are happy about, but for the players, as long as it is a group activity, it can make them happy for a long time.

When Heinrich took the players back, Mendes was already preparing to go to Mourinho.

But before leaving, Mendes still told Heinrich a few words: "Try to pay attention to the behavior between you, the football circle is still very closed to these."

"I know." Heinrich smiled, looking gentle and friendly.

Mendes nodded, knowing that Heinrich was still very obedient.

But Heinrich didn't just let Mendes leave, but took off one of his cufflinks and handed it to him: "Give it to Chris for me."

Mendes was a little surprised: "What?"

"Give it to little Chris, the full moon gift." Seeing Mendez's reluctance, Heinrich continued to smile, "If you don't agree, I will deliver it myself."

"Give it to me!" Mendes took it over, and went to the Real Madrid bus with arrogance.

Heinrich smiled and led the players back to the hotel.

Preparing for Dortmund is not as intense as the official game, and Heinrich also gave the players some free time.

He himself also relaxed for a rare moment, and took Bertram around for a stroll.

Especially at night, when the roast duck was on the table, the players didn't dare to eat more because of the staring eyes of Dr. Blake, and put it down after just one or two bites.

On the contrary, Heinrich had a good time eating, but he was able to get a look of approval from Dr. Braque.

It's good that Adrian finally eats obediently.

But if others take an extra bite, it will be Dr. Braque's death ray, and you can experience it yourself.

When he returned to the room, Heinrich saw James sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at the computer.

"What are you looking at?" Heinrich poked his head curiously.

James turned the screen around to show Heinrich: "It's a novel website, it's great, and there are many categories of novels in it."

Heinrich looked at it. The background color of this novel website is light green, which looks very seductive.

He didn't control the personal preferences of the players, he just smiled and said, "Can I borrow it later? I want to send an email."

"Ok sir."

"Go take a shower first, and before going to bed, I will tell you about Leeds United's usual tactics."

"Okay boss, oh yes, I'll put the computer here, boss, you can use it if you want." James put the computer aside, jumped up and went to take a shower.

Heinrich's own notebook was kept with Bertram, and he didn't bother to get it, so he borrowed James's and sent the email to the club.

It includes feedback on the materials sent by the scouts, as well as some specific construction of the team for the new season.

Some can be passed, some need to be rejected, and some need to go back to a meeting to discuss and coordinate with various departments.

The operation of a club is sometimes not as simple as that of a company, and the coordination between various departments is often more complicated.

After sending the email, Heinrich's eyes swept to the novel website.

Blinking his eyes, he searched for his name in it on a whim.

Then, I discovered... There is really a text?

There is still a relationship line, hey, this is Chris's name.

That night, after James fell asleep, Heinrich registered an account, recharged, subscribed, all in one go.

In the next few days, the players would often see their boss holding a mobile phone, frowning from time to time, smiling from time to time, and occasionally saying: "My taste is higher than this, and , I will always prepare thirty pieces of shirts I like instead of just buying two...Maybe I have to give this author some advice..."

The players looked at each other after training, as if they didn't understand what their coach was doing.

But no one asked, although everyone was curious, but the curiosity was not that heavy, and they put their own experience on the upcoming competition.

Although it is a friendly match, just looking at the previous posture against Real Madrid, Heinrich will not be too lax just because it is a friendly match.

And the night before the match against Dortmund, the author of a certain website suddenly received a tip that shocked the whole network in his novel, and added a sentence:

Well written, come on.And a personal recommendation is attached for reference only.

At the bottom, there is a five thousand word long...suggestion?

Sophie, a female employee who was writing hard in the Leeds United Club, looked at her account dumbfounded.

God, she just writes some stories that have to be told between her coach and a certain player when she is free. How... how did she make money?

God!There are big bosses in our cold "Hai Luo Hai" circle!