Football God.

"Anthony is great! So is Robert, he is really good, I want to be that kind of striker too!"

"Do you want their autographs? Maybe I can help you get your wish."

What is Anthony great, Robert great?Who are these?Isn't my son a fan of mine? !

"Really, Uncle Adrian?"

"Of course, if you want, I can also take you around Leeds United. Our youth training camp is under construction, and I can definitely help you..."

"Ahem!" Guti yelled suddenly when he heard that this person wanted to abduct his own son. He turned the phone towards him and squeezed out a stiff smile, "Eat early, Etok, Papa is calling you later." Then the call was cut off.

Heinrich kept a gentle smile on the sidelines and looked at Guti: "You have a great son, he appreciates my club, which proves that this kid has great vision."

Guti looked at him speechlessly: "You have not regressed in your own ability."

"Just tell the truth." While Heinrich was speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the waiter walked in with two breakfasts.

After the breakfast was finished and the waiter left, Guti cut the fried egg with some resentment: "It's just that I haven't seen you for a few years, and you want to take my son away."

"I'm actually more curious, how did Ettock know about me?" After all, Leeds United this season is only a Championship team, not to mention European competitions, not even the Premier League, even though Heinrich has confidence in Leeds United , But he also knows that his team's exposure is not high.

Guti said: "He will watch some game highlights, maybe he found it at that time." The voice paused, "Adrian, my son will never go to England!"

Heinrich smiled and took a sip of the milk, then unceremoniously pushed the milk to the far side, and said: "You must give the little gentleman Etok some right to choose."

"He'll be a Meilinger, absolutely," Guti said firmly.

Heinrich didn't refute, just looked at him with a smile, and slowly spread butter on the bread.

"By the way, do you intend to return to Real Madrid?" Guti took Heinrich's buttered bread and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes fixed on Heinrich.

Heinrich glanced at him and blinked curiously: "What's the matter? Don't tell me that Real Madrid still wants to sign me back."

Guti took a sip of black tea, and then said: "There is a vacancy for the head coach of the youth team. I think you can try it. If it goes well, you may be able to take charge of the Bernabeu in a few years."

"The possibility is very low." He spread a layer of strawberry jam on his bread with a knife, and he took a bite. The crispy texture mixed with the sweetness of strawberries made the blond man squint his eyes.Meeting Guti's eyes, Heinrich said slowly, "I don't belong to Real Madrid. Even though I was trained by Real Madrid's youth, I'm still not a child of Real Madrid. It's very difficult to survive as the head coach."

In fact, it's not just Real Madrid, Heinrich doesn't belong to any club at all.

His playing career was obviously short, but it was complicated.

He came from Real Madrid's youth training, but he didn't even play an official game for Real Madrid, so he is not a pure Real Madrid man.

Later, when he went to Liverpool, Heinrich had one highlight, but there was only one. When he finally left England sadly, Liverpool fans could remember him too little, and he was not considered a Liverpool person.

Later, he served as an assistant coach in Bayern Munich, but it was only an assistant coach. Bayern fans were grateful but would not agree.

Back and forth, they were all giants, but Heinrich didn't leave the imprint of any team on him.

The cheeks are bulging, chewing bread like a hamster.Guti thought it was funny, so he stuck out his finger and poked it. Heinrich ignored him and just swallowed the food, then picked up an apple piece and stuffed it into Guti's mouth. He said: "It is very difficult for any club to accept me, so I am willing to accept Leeds United. This team is great for me."

"Because of their jerseys?" Guti still admired Leeds United's use of pure white jerseys.

Heinrich shook his head with a smile, and said softly: "No, it's not because of this. For me, Leeds United is good enough because it belongs to me, and it belongs to me completely."

Guti was a bit inexplicable: "But Leeds United has no champions and no aristocratic temperament. If you want to be famous in this club, it is very difficult."

This worry is not unreasonable, and Heinrich also knows what he means. In many cases, for coaches, a high starting point is very necessary.

Coaching a wealthy family, even if it’s just for one game, it will imprint the brand of a wealthy family on the coach, and when someone mentions it in the future, they will say, look, he once coached in a wealthy family, he seems to be quite prestigious .

And a high starting point will also make the future of the head coach very smooth. Not only the players need to look at the resume, but the head coach also needs this. Guti also wants to let Heinrich go to the Real Madrid youth team for a try out of this consideration.

But Heinrich didn't think so.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands in front of him, sat upright and decent, with a smile on his face that carried Guti's familiar persistence and confidence.

He still remembered that Heinrich, who was only a teenager, was still a small one at that time, but he would grit his teeth and destroy cities for the echelon.Guti was able to notice this German boy because he sat alone on the turf and cried loudly after the team lost, saying that it was his own fault, that he did not score enough goals, even though he behaved It's good enough, but Heinrich still has no image of blaming himself for all the faults and crying after losing.

But the next day, Heinrich would still insist on coming to training and preparing for the game, and then the teammates of the whole team would contribute a bloody massacre with him to make Heinrich happy.

This is the former German striker. He used a very unGerman way to gain a foothold in the Real Madrid youth academy and gained enough friendship.

And the light in that child's eyes is always the same as it is now, with some stubborn self-confidence, self-confidence will score goals, self-confidence will win, but before it was as bright as a jewel exposed to the sun, now Hein However, Lixi put the gemstone in the azure lake water, the light is soft, but it always reveals its sharpness inadvertently.

"The rich team is great, but there is only one result of coaching a rich team, and that is to dismiss get out of class sooner or later." Heinrich smiled and looked at Guti, his blue-green eyes shone with shrewd light, "This world There aren’t many Fergusons in the game, and I don’t expect to be Ferguson, so instead of waiting for the dismissal notice when I don’t know when it will come, it’s more interesting to build a team of my own.”

"But it's too difficult for Leeds United to achieve results, and it's too difficult for you to become a giant." Guti looked at Heinrich and said straightforwardly.

Heinrich tilted his head slightly, raised his chin, and looked gentle. He could only see the pride inside from the corners of his eyes and brows: "One day, Jose, one day!"

Guti also laughed, he reached out and patted Heinrich on the shoulder, and sent his blessing with a smile: "I am waiting, waiting for the day when your Leeds United will meet Real Madrid! At that time, I will let Etok I know, his papa is the best!"

"At that time, I will invite you to have a drink after the game."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you!"

There is always a lot to say when friends meet again, and Guti spent most of his time praising Redondo and Raúl.

However, the two did not stay together for a long time. Heinrich was going to attend the Heinrich family gathering, while Guti was going back to Spain early to talk to his son Etok about Real Madrid. With greatness and glory, they bid each other farewell at the end of breakfast.

As soon as he returned to the room, Heinrich saw Bertram who was packing up the two people and saluted at a glance.

Heinrich keenly noticed that the man's clothes had been changed, but Heinrich didn't ask.

In the final analysis, Bertram was only working for himself, and if he wanted to say some things, he would naturally say them.

"Sir." Seeing Heinrich coming in, Bertram stood up straight and looked at him.

Heinrich smiled and said, "Is there anything going on at the club?"

"Mr Byron said there were a few players who hadn't left and appeared to be training."

"Tell them that they must take a good rest this week, and if they want to train more, they will talk about it when they regroup."

"Ok sir."

Picking up a watch from the table and clasping it on his wrist, Heinrich said, "The plane at noon, you go back with me."

"Okay, sir."

===

Moritz rubbed his eyes, threw the pen aside, and said in a low voice, "Is Adrian back?"

"Mr. Adrian called just now, and he has already got off the plane and is on his way back." The butler stood aside and replied softly.

Moritz nodded, then rubbed the corners of his brows to himself.

The Heinrich family belonged to a family business. They had suffered losses during the war-torn years. At least after keeping their foundation, they chose a very safe method, which was to let the children in the family live separately in various parts of Europe and operate their own businesses. The Rich family invested money in each child, and strictly abided by the various terms.

The Germans wove a dense network with dense rules and regulations, and quickly cultivated each child of the Heinrich family into talents, and could occupy a position in their respective fields, so that the Heinrich family In the hundred years since then, it has been restored to its former glory.

But the only exception over the years should be the youngest child in the family, his brother, Adrian Heinrich.

Thinking of Heinrich, Moritz unconsciously showed a faint smile.

His younger brother had always had a knack for being liked by everyone, including Moritz himself.Because of his frailty, he was allowed to try various sports since he was a child, and finally Heinrich chose football.

But no one expected that Heinrich's love for football surpassed all other things, until he embarked on a professional path, and even became the club's coach now, every step Moritz did not expect, but every time Every step Moritz fully supports.

What surprised Moritz himself was that other people in the family, even their usually staid father, acquiesced in what Heinrich did. I have to say that this is a likable enough child, Who doesn't like his Adrian?

But a man surnamed Heinrich cannot do business at a loss, and Leeds United must make a profit.

If there is still a deficit in three years, Moritz is not trying to scare Heinrich, he will definitely let his younger brother come back to take over the family business.

This time Heinrich came back to try again.

How can being a coach be as interesting as being in control of the situation through the financial lifeline?

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Moritz stood up without the butler's reminder, walked quickly to the window, and when he looked downstairs, he saw the blond man getting off the car at a glance.

A well-groomed person has a face favored by time, exquisite and perfect, as if time has left no trace.He leaned on the car door and stood under the linden tree, then stretched out his hand, and hugged Mrs. Heinrich who rushed up to embrace him with her skirt lifted.

At this time, the blond man raised his head and looked at Moritz with those beautiful blue-green eyes.

Then, a smile burst out, like every time since childhood, a shallow arc can melt the iceberg on Moritz's face.

Back straightened, Moritz looked down at Heinrich, and suddenly said, "Perhaps, I can expect a miracle."

The butler didn't ask what this meant, because he knew that Moritz, like countless times before, didn't need Heinrich to speak at all, and he was persuaded.

Moritz is willing to give his younger brother time, after all...

Who doesn't like Adrian?

===

The European Coaching Summit, perhaps to make way for next year's World Cup in South Africa, this summit is much earlier than usual. It was supposed to start in November, but this time it started in June.

All the famous marshals, as well as the budding young marshals, were all present. It can be said that the number of people is more than doubled than before.

Inter Milan coach Mourinho still sat there with a haughty expression on his face, and didn't look at the group of coaches over there greeting each other.

In fact, coaches also have clear factions. Local coaches, league coaches, those who have worked with them, or those with similar tactical thinking, there are always things to talk about.

But Mourinho is different. Except for a few fixed coaches, he can't deal with others.Usually, you need to put on a show in front of the stadium or the media. Now that there are no reporters here, Mourinho will save this procedure.

He even prepared countless drafts, ready to fight Guardiola for [-] rounds today!

Mourinho did not forget that he lost when he competed with him for the head coach of Barcelona. In the end, Guardiola took charge of Barcelona as he wished, and Mourinho, who had already been honored, could only go to Italy to coach Inter Milan in anger.

The Portuguese coach held his breath before coming to the World Coaches Summit.

So what if Barcelona are now at the top of Europe?So what if you have a good personal relationship with Guardiola?

Tactics are tactics!If you should hate you, you can hate you, do you still have to pick a day!

But at this time, Mourinho's cell phone rang, he glanced at it, and the first thing he said after connecting was: "Say!"

"Dear Jose, don't be so angry, you promised me that you will not do anything this year." Mendes' voice came from the other side of the phone.

Mourinho rolled his eyes: "When did you start listening to reporters talking nonsense? I have always only talked, not hands!"

"Okay, okay, what you said is right." Mendes was not hypocritical, and immediately succumbed, and then talked about the business, "Is Adrian here?"

"No." Mourinho still had no good voice.

Mendes was very patient: "Jose, you promised me, take care of him, or you can look for it."

Mourinho turned the pen in his hand, one eyebrow raised slightly: "How to find it?"

"Just look around, the most conspicuous one is it."

Mourinho didn't understand what Mendes meant, so he straightened up and looked around, and then he understood the meaning of his agent's words when he saw Heinrich at a glance.

Sure enough, it is very conspicuous... It is difficult for such a person to poke there and not see it...

Before Mourinho didn't understand why such a young man came back from a place like the coaching summit, which Mourinho thought was mostly old and stubborn, but now when he saw the real Heinrich, Mourinho O looked him up and down, and suddenly understood why Mendes signed him even if he risked it all.

After all, there are very few people who can exude the aura of a cash cow from every cell in their body...

The author has something to say:

One day, at lunchtime—

Griezmann: Today's dessert wasn't sweet enough

Jack: Well, I don't like it

Heinrich: I think it's good, don't be too sweet, you need to keep fit now

Griezmann: Boss, you're right, it's delicious

Jack: [Pick it up and stuff it into your mouth]

Onlooker Lewandowski: ... =A=