Football God.

If we say which country is a football powerhouse in the world, there are many options.

Chain defense Italy, iron-blooded chariot Germany, first-class technology Spain, even England, which has a poor record recently, can make a wave by relying on the historical identity of the birthplace of modern football.

But if you ask which country can be called the football kingdom, then the first thing that comes to many people's minds is - Brazil.

When Heinrich got off the plane, he felt the heat rushing towards his face, not only because of the midsummer weather, but also because of the children playing with balls that he could see along the way.

Under the influence of the economic crisis, the gap between the rich and the poor in Brazil has become more serious, and the urban construction is not as good as that of European metropolises. joy.

Smiling and paying the driver, Heinrich got out of the car, frowning slightly under the sun, and in the next second, a black parasol appeared above his head.

Heinrich turned his head to look at the expressionless Bertram and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Bertram nodded with a straight face, and then looked around: "Sir, I think we'd better find a place to rest first."

Heinrich blinked: "What's wrong?"

"This is a slum in Rio de Janeiro. It's best not to go in, sir. If you have someone you want to meet, just tell me. I'll find him for you."

After listening to Bertram's words, Heinrich realized the problem he hadn't thought about before. He glanced at the generally low houses, and saw many small faces staring at him eagerly. And some seemingly friendly looks.

As Heinrich, who has never suffered, he has never been short of money, so he does not understand the consequences of poverty.Brazil's slums are where the lowest people in Brazil live, where there is poverty and crime.Although Bertram was from England, he had served in the army and worked as a bounty hunter, so he knew all too well what might happen here.

Sensing Heinrich's silence, Bertram whispered, "Sir, you can go in if you want, but I need to change something before that."

Heinrich turned his head to look at him: "What?"

Bertram patted his pocket calmly: "Gun, I need a bigger one."

The small ones are fine, he naturally has a way to get past the security check, but the big ones are not.

Already accustomed to his bodyguard’s way of pulling out his gun at the slightest disagreement, Heinrich just smiled and said, “I wanted to go to his house first, but now it seems that we should find him first.” He said, Heinrich took out his mobile phone, looked at the map sent by the scout, stared at it for a full 10 minutes, and then asked Bertlem seriously, "Bert, come, tell me, where is the north?"

Finally, under the guidance of Bertram pointing at the map, the two came to an open-air football field on the edge of a slum.

Football fields like this can be seen everywhere in Brazil, large and small, distributed in various places.There is no turf and no formal facilities, just use things to surround an open space, set up two goals, and then you can play football.

In the slums, the distribution of land is actually very strict. The size of the houses that each household can have is not too large. The result of many people and few places is that it looks very crowded.

But even so, they will still have space for the football field.

Because football is tantamount to hope in Brazil. Every family, especially the poor, is letting their children play football. Professional players, they too can get out of this bloody slum!

It was already afternoon when Heinrich came over, and the sun looked more sinister than at noon, but even so, it didn't dampen the children's enthusiasm.

They all look thin and of different ages. Most of them don’t even have a pair of sneakers. They just run back and forth in the field with bare feet, chasing the ball. Every child has a lovely persistence and happiness on their faces. .

Heinrich with white shirt and straight trousers looks out of place in this scene, especially when there is a man in a black suit holding an umbrella for him, and with that blond hair, it is obvious that he is not a local.

Except for those with mental problems, who can go to the side of the stadium to watch a group of children play football when the sun is poisonous?

Only scouts!

The eyes of the children in the field were shining. They looked at each other, and there was light in their eyes.

Although they are all children, the youngest are thirteen or fourteen years old, and they know very well about their future and responsibilities.

Having a scout means that it is possible to be valued, even if you sign a slave-like agent contract like many Brazilian players, but so what?Making money is better than anything else!

The children performed hard, and everyone showed themselves with all their abilities. Among them, a barefoot child was particularly conspicuous.

Heinrich blinked, reached out and took off his sunglasses, taking care not to let the sun shine on him. Fortunately, his figure was thin enough, and the black parasol was wide enough.

"Bert, who do you think is better?" Heinrich asked with a smile.

Bertram turned his eyes towards the inside of the stadium, and after looking at them one by one, he replied in a calm voice: "The one wearing the yellow vest."

Heinrich smiled, and was not surprised by this answer. Even if Bertram was not a professional coach or a player, he could tell that the boy in yellow was very good.

Brazil has no shortage of spiritual players. Football is their toy since they were young, and even their life. Children always like to play tricks, and this child is no exception.However, it seems that the Brazilian boy who is only in his teens has an astonishing speed. This speed is terrible. It may not be as good as Griezmann, whom Heinrich values, but he can have this level of dribbling at this age. It's already amazing.

What Heinrich wants is not a player who can play the ball like street football, but more practical.

But soon, Heinrich's eyes moved away from the child in yellow, and turned to look at another person: "But it's not him that I came to see today, but that one."

Bertram followed Heinrich's eyes, and saw a short young man who hadn't moved much.

This person looked much older than the others in the stadium, at least in his 20s. He walked around the stadium without expressing himself too much, but just focused on playing a game.

He looked unremarkable among a group of kids who were playing tricks with the ball, but it didn't take long for Bertram to see that this man was different.

However, with a height of 1.7 meters, he also serves as a defender, but his experience is surprisingly rich.

Steal the ball, slide the tackle, every touch is clean.

And his occasional long pass is also in place every time, which is terrifyingly accurate!

At this moment, the boy in yellow wanted to break through the youth's defense, so he smiled and wanted to pass the ball.

However, the ball passed by, but the person didn't pass by. After hitting it straight, it was bounced back. The yellow-haired boy sat down on the ground, and the young man didn't move at all.

"Crack, snap, snap."

The applause came, and the children on the court looked up at Heinrich expectantly, and then saw the handsome foreigner walking out from the shadow of the black umbrella.

Many times a handsome face is easy to win people's favor, as it is now, the children stared at this tall and scary foreigner with their necks raised, one or two had mouths, and some of them had hair on the tip of their ears. Red, looks a little more cute at this age.

Heinrich walked over with a smile, and waved to the short young man with a smile: "Hello, can you tell me your name?"

"...Huh? Me?" Although he had seen Heinrich early in the morning, he was completely unaware that Heinrich would take a fancy to him.

Looking at the blond man in astonishment, the children on the side also showed disappointment.

But they didn't make any noise. After all, there are too many such things. Countless scouts come to Brazil every day. Many children are selected and more children are abandoned. They can only wait for the next opportunity.

They were all curious about what would happen, because no one would have imagined that the person who was the least likely to be picked and even abandoned by his agent at the age of 25 would be picked.

Heinrich didn't mind people watching. Seeing the young man in a daze, he simply didn't wait for him to come over, walked over by himself, looked down at him slightly and asked, "Hello, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Adrian Heinrich, from England, my team is interested in you, may I know your name?"

England, the team, took a fancy to him!

God!Oh, God!

The meaning revealed in this short sentence stunned all the children, as did the young man in his 20s.

There was an expression on his face that seemed to be about to cry, but he restrained himself immediately, his voice was a little trembling because of excitement, and his English was stuttering: "First... sir."

"Speak Portuguese, I can speak and understand." Fluent Portuguese came out of his mouth, and Heinrich smiled very kindly.

The young man immediately suppressed his few words of English, and spoke Brazilian Portuguese Liu Chang: "Sir, my name is Diego Franco Luis Douglas Malagon."

...It's a bit long, what should I do if I can't remember it, will it be a bit embarrassing if I say I didn't remember it?

Heinrich maintained his smile and asked kindly, "What do people usually call you?"

"Diego, they call me Diego!" He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that a slow step would cause the gentleman's displeasure.

Heinrich reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It seems that your game is not over yet, I want to visit your house, is there anyone willing to be my guide?"

Contest?

It's time to change your fate against the sky, so what's the point of competing!

Diego almost jumped up and said: "Sir, it's okay, I can take you there now!"

Heinrich nodded with a smile, his expression as gentle as ever.

After watching the fun, Heinrich didn't seem to want to continue to inspect others, the children scattered away, but when the boy in yellow clothes left, Heinrich reached out and grabbed his arm: "Boy, wait wait."

The boy in yellow turned his head and stared at Heinrich viciously. It was obvious that his performance was not appreciated by him, which made the boy very annoyed, but he still gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there anything else? Sir, it's done. I'm not a guide."

Heinrich smiled and took out a business card from his pocket and gave it to him. The child frowned and found an embarrassing thing.

He doesn't know the words on it...

Heinrich was also aware of this problem. He took back his English business card and took out a pen from his pocket. However, Heinrich, who had no habit of carrying paper with him, said with a smile, "Come on, give me your hand." I."

The boy in yellow looked at Heinrich suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, but stretched out his hand.

Heinrich spread out his palm, and gently wrote a number on his palm with a pen.

The teenager was a little strange, and looked at Diego unconsciously.

Diego, who already had some premonitions, hurriedly winked at him, silly boy, your good luck is here too!

But before the boy in yellow could understand Diego's eyes, Heinrich had already smiled and said: "Leeds United is building a new youth training camp. I'm sure it will be a good place. But the club may There is no way to arrange you, if you don't have an agent at the moment, call this guy and tell him I said it, let him come and take you to Leeds United, I guarantee you will be treated very well there. As he spoke, Heinrich paused, "What's your name, child? Just say something commonly used."

The boy in the yellow clothes also came back to the memory, his face flushed instantly, and his skin, which was obviously tanned, was red at the moment. Even though he couldn't figure out what the youth training camp was, he could tell. This person has to take himself away, go to the UK, and take care of his own basic necessities!

Almost instantly, the name Heinrich was engraved on his head and fused into his blood. The Brazilian teenager straightened his back and said loudly: "My name is Santos Donascimento. I am 15 years old! I will be 16 soon!"

Heinrich smiled and patted the little guy's curly hair: "Okay, Santos, I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

The Brazilian boy clenched his fists happily, grabbed his old schoolbag and trotted away, screaming as he ran, sounding like an excited little animal.

Heinrich was a little moved, but also a little happy in his heart.He didn't come for charity, and he came to this place just to inspect Diego. After all, the video data of scouts is not as direct as seeing it with his own eyes.

It is naturally very gratifying to find another good seed now, even though Santos is only in his teens, but young people are the future of the team, and Heinrich can afford to wait.

Diego, who had been silent all this time, took a few deep breaths before he calmed down and said, "Sir, are you going to my house?"

Heinrich nodded with a smile: "Yes, there was a Portuguese who talked to you before, do you remember?" Seeing Diego nodding, Heinrich said with a smile, "He is a scout for our club, I have already told me the basic information about you, and I have read the information about your previous competition in Italy, which is very good. I am very glad that you do not have an agent until now, but I still need to communicate with your family."

Diego didn't know how much emotion Heinrich contained in this sentence. He nodded excitedly at first, then hesitated, but still took Heinrich and walked towards his home step by step.

Diego walked in front, and it seemed that he was not very popular. No one greeted him, but looked at Heinrich and Bertram curiously.Heinrich was not afraid to look at it, and looked back with a smile, while Bertram's hand never fell from his waist.

But as they walked, Bertram asked softly, "Sir."

"Huh?" Heinrich echoed from the throat.

"Why do you say that he is lucky that he doesn't have an agent?" It stands to reason that such things as signing a contract must be negotiated with the agent, and not having an agent will actually increase the difficulty of negotiation to a large extent.

Heinrich said softly: "In Brazil, managers are sometimes hopeful, but more often they are real vampires."

This word is not Heinrich's slander out of thin air, but because many European clubs are afraid of Brazilian players because of their agents.

In Europe, brokers, as a profession that accompanies players, have formed a complete industrial chain. They will have default pre-contract rules. Even if a good player has no reliance, as long as he can work hard, he can get The favor of many brokers, so as to get a good broker contract.

But Brazil is different. The result of oversupply is that the agent who acts as a bridge between the team and the players often plays the role of taking both sides.

Brazilian agents will take benefits from the team and sign slave contracts with players. European players may only get about 80.00% of the share, but when it comes to Brazilian children, Brazilian agents will take [-]% or even more many!

If Diego had an agent, Heinrich would definitely consider him carefully, but now... Fortunately, he doesn't have one.

Heinrich's voice was very gentle and deep. Although he was not worried about whether the people around him could understand English, he still tried to soften his voice: "The reason why I came here is not only because of his excellence, but also because of His football experience in Italy and his agent abandoned him."

Along the way, Heinrich has a deep understanding of poverty. He doesn't like this kind of life, and he doesn't need to endure it. , and eventually come back here.

Diego stopped in front of a house. He knocked on a somewhat dilapidated door, then pushed the door in, and said to Heinrich very carefully, "Sir, be careful with the door frame."

The two tall men, Heinrich and Bertram, bowed their heads before walking in.

After walking through the small courtyard, Diego entered the door, and the first thing Heinrich saw was an old woman.

She saw Diego smile first, and then subconsciously showed a defensive look when facing Heinrich, grabbed Diego and asked him: "Who are they? We don't welcome Italians here!"

Although Bertram couldn't understand Portuguese, he could also hear the hostility in it.

He subconsciously wanted to stop Heinrich, but Heinrich smiled and said, "Hi, madam, I'm Adrian Heinrich, a coach from England."

"God..."

This exclamation did not come from the old lady, but from Diego. He thought that Heinrich was just a scout or a staff member of the club, but he was actually a coach?A trainer comes to his home in person!

"Oh... oh, hello sir, I'm Diego's mother, you can call me Filenia." The woman retracted the thorn immediately, she seemed a little restrained, but quickly squeezed out A smile greeted Heinrich to enter the room.

The room is not big, but it is very clean. It can be seen that Mrs. Filenia has kept it in order.Heinrich was not pretentious, sat down directly, and then said with a smile: "Mrs. Filennia doesn't seem to like Italians."

Filenia, who hadn't been called "Madame" for a long time, smiled, grabbed Diego's hand, and said softly: "Yes, I don't like Italy, and I can't forget those Italians until now." Someone threw a wounded Diego back to my house and told me he had become what he was when he was no longer useful."

Heinrich glanced at Diego, and the Brazilian seemed very calm: "My career in Italy was not good, in fact, my official game was only three seasons," Diego's voice paused at this point , "I haven't played in a professional league for a year, sir."

His career died prematurely, and his money was taken away by his agent. Diego had hoped to return to the court, but he could hardly see the light in a year other than recuperating from his injuries.

Heinrich didn't seem to care very much: "Three years of Serie A career are enough, believe me, Diego, without these three years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take you to England to play football. I see your injury You have recovered very well, and your physical fitness is surprisingly good, I have reason to believe that Madam Filenia has protected you very well."

This sentence was obviously a compliment, but it was said very naturally. The mother and son could not help but smile, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Heinrich glanced at Bertram, who immediately took out a folder from his bag.

He handed it to Diego, mother and son, which contained an introduction to Leeds United in Portuguese and reservations about Diego.

Filenia was amazed at the hardware facilities of the Leeds United Club, while Diego's eyes were only fixed by one word.

Premier League teams.

Leeds United is a Premier League team!

Heinrich smiled at the right time and said: "In England, players need to meet certain conditions to play. Diego, you have three years of experience in Serie A, and you are still a Brazilian player. I will apply for a labor certificate for you, and you can even I will use the special talent clause quota that only has one per year for you. But these are all risks, even if it doesn’t work, I will find a good club for you to rent out, which will not delay your career.”

Diego, who already felt that his career was over, looked at Heinrich without blinking his eyes. He didn't understand why the coach he met for the first time treated him so well. If this is a dream, he must not wake up. come over!

On the contrary, Filenia seemed much calmer. A woman would always become extremely strong and rational after becoming a mother.

She looked at Heinrich and said softly: "Sir, can you guarantee that my child will not be abandoned again?"

Heinrich, who had always been easy to talk to, shook his head at this moment.

This time, the hearts of both mother and son fell into an ice cellar.

But in the next second, Heinrich said: "I can't guarantee Diego's future, he is very good, I am willing to sign him, but after all we are a club, not a marriage contract, and we cannot guarantee a lifetime." The cold joke didn't work, Heinrich touched the corner of his mouth and said, "But Leeds United is a responsible club, we have no way to pay you any money, but, I can guarantee that during the contract period Diego will get Best care, as for injuries...Leeds United has the top team doctor in England, Madam don't worry."

This is enough.

Filenia smiled immediately, but immediately heard Heinrich's voice: "Ma'am, who else is in your family?"

"My husband passed away a few years ago, and he has an older sister and two younger sisters."

Heinrich turned his head, looked at the two pairs of eyes that had been secretly staring at him since he entered the door, and said with a smile: "Diego is a free agent, and the club will always prepare something for foreign players. Ma'am, you Would you like to take the kids to England? Leeds will rent some nice houses for the players and you can move in with Diego."

"……what?"

"If you are worried about the girls' education, Leeds United can take care of it. If you want, I can find a position for you in Leeds United." Heinrich still smiled, his eyes were extremely gentle.

Filenia, who had never expected such a development, froze and remained motionless.

On the other hand, Diego reacted immediately, nodded vigorously, and signed his name on it without even looking at the contract!

This is just an initial contract, and the details need to be discussed after he arrives at the club. Heinrich left [-] pounds, and Diego stood up: "Sir, we have the money to go to England..."

"This is your signing fee, Diego. In fact, I feel that I have taken advantage of it. You deserve more." Heinrich smiled and stood up, and stretched out his hand to Diego, "Welcome to Leeds United .”

Diego wanted to shake hands with Heinrich, but he looked at his palm and rubbed it vigorously on his pants. The young man finally showed a smile, and firmly held Heinrich's hand: "Thank you, sir, I..."

"Crack it!"

The slight sound made everyone pause, Bertram trembled violently, Heinrich twitched the corner of his mouth, and lightly touched his palm.

Having become a good doctor after a long illness, Heinrich has a preliminary judgment on any accidents that may happen to him.Although there was a bit of a strange sound just now, it doesn't seem to be a major problem so far.

It hurts a bit, but fortunately there is no other major issue, just take a rest and it will be fine.

His eyes looked at Bertram, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious. It seems that my new reinforcements are much weaker than yours.

Bertram interpreted this look as another meaning, and he couldn't help saying in a deep voice: "Mr. Heinrich is not in good health, so don't do this kind of action in the future."

Diego nodded immediately, and Heinrich watched helplessly as another player who regarded himself as a rare item was born...

After a small accident, Heinrich left Diego's house.

But as soon as he went out, he saw a little yellow guy squatting at the door, staring at him eagerly.

Heinrich was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his hands and shouted with a smile: "Santos?"

"Sir! I just..." Howling, he jumped up and wanted to run towards Heinrich, but Bertram, who was tense, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Santos first gave Heinrich a pitiful look, then quickly changed his face, staring at Bertram fiercely, baring his teeth like a cat.

Heinrich also knew that his bodyguard might have been frightened just now, so now he is nervous. He smiled and walked over to pat Bertram's hand, and said to Santos: "My health is not very good. , you look very strong, I might be hurt if you get hit."

If someone else said that, Santos must roll his eyes to the sky, thinking that this is a lie and even ghosts don't believe it!You are so old and big, can you be smashed by me?

But after Heinrich finished speaking, the Brazil kid immediately accepted this setting, with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, sir, I... I don't know..."

Feeling in my heart that the players I like are so obedient, it must be my own unique vision, completely unaware of the essential problem of "everyone's face control", Heinrich smiled and asked Bertram to put Santos down .

The brazilian kid had already put on his shoes, cleaned them up neatly, kicked the ground lightly with his toes, lowered his head and said, "Sir, can I go with you?"

Heinrich was a little surprised: "You can wait for someone to come..."

Santos raised his hand, open palm.

And his palm was a piece of blue blurred by sweat.

Heinrich also realized that he hadn't considered well, but he couldn't take the child away directly, so he called Mendes directly, and then took a selfie with the child and sent it to Mendes.

'Sign him and you have a future superstar. '

Santos was very happy with this sentence, and stayed where he was and watched Heinrich leave.

But Bertram asked in a low voice when he walked out of this chaotic street: "Sir, why are you treating the two of them so well?"

Heinrich looked at the clear sky in Brazil, the sun was setting, and the scene of the red sun sinking into the sea level was very spectacular.

He looked at the children who were still playing football on the beach, and said softly: "Santos, he is the future, and every club needs to have a future player. And Diego, this is a player with top defender qualifications. That's enough for all my patience."

The blond man put on his sunglasses again, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"You will know right away, my dear Bert, how precious and important a defender with a strong body and excellent awareness, and who can't concentrate on being a striker."

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A few years later--

Heinrich: Santos

Santos: Huh?

Heinrich: Why did you believe me in the first place?In case I'm a liar

Santos: The boss looks so good-looking, how could he be a liar!

Heinrich: ...Oh [I thought it was my personality charm...unhappy...]

Griezmann: Welcome to the Sea Blow League

Jack: hey hey