[Football] King Of Europe

Don't get me wrong!

That's not a member of the Porto team!

Simao Wigan stood there rigidly holding the doorknob, unable to believe what he saw.

Yes, he came here today to stop the Porto players, interview them, get some exclusive information, edit it into news and send it out.

This was what he had been thinking about, but when he saw the man by the window, all his previous thoughts disappeared.

At this moment, what occupied his mind was an uncontrollable excitement.

He didn't meet the person he wanted to meet, but unexpected encounters——were often more gratifying.

Just like the person in front of him who is staring down at the round wooden table——

Luis Scolari.

For people in Portuguese football circles, this name is so popular that almost everyone knows it and everyone knows it.Scolari is the head coach of the Portuguese national team!After he led the Brazilian team to win the Hercules Cup for the fifth time in 2002, the Portuguese Football Association worked tirelessly to find him and asked him to be in charge of the Portuguese national team.

And the meaning of the Portuguese Football Association-it couldn't be simpler.

They hope that Scolari can once again show his mastery, train the Portuguese players, and knead the national team!Knowing that the European Cup will be held in Portugal a year later, it is inevitable... there will be a closer idea.

The moment I saw Scolari, the materials I had read about the old man slipped through my mind like water without any hindrance.Simao Wigan remembered the rumors at that time that Portugal hoped to win the European Cup in its heyday!

This is the golden age of Portugal. After Eusebio has receded, Portugal once again ushered in a revival.Rui Costa and Luis Figo are still young, and teenagers such as Quaresma and Cristiano Ronaldo are also emerging. In addition, Scolari relied on his own efforts to win the Brazilian midfielder Zandco - everything looks so wonderful.

Many thoughts flashed through the young reporter's mind in an instant, but they were all mixed up like a ball of hemp rope, and there was only one main thread running through it - seize this opportunity and never let him run away. It's God's gift to you, Simao!

He took a deep breath and was about to move when he saw someone on the nearby table cast his gaze over.There was a touch of doubt and puzzlement in it, as well as a little bit of curiosity and urging.

Simon Wigan was shocked.

He suddenly realized that he had been standing at the door for too long, so long that he had attracted the attention of customers in the dessert shop.The young reporter smiled apologetically at the man, holding the doorknob tightly, and was about to enter.

The moment he used his hands hard, he heard a male voice behind him, slightly hoarse: "Please hurry up, okay?"

Simon Wigan realized that his freezing was blocking others.

This is not in line with his usual principles. Being kind to others is a must, because it is necessary to accumulate a strong network.He wanted to push the door open to let the person behind him in first, but his mind was still a little confused.

strangeness……

Why doesn't this voice sound so unfamiliar? !

"Sorry..." he whispered, "I didn't mean to."

The first thing the young journalist did was to forcefully push open the glass door, allowing him to form a vertical relationship with the other side door.This exposed enough space for two men to walk in side by side, so he took a step forward, turned slightly sideways, with a usual smile on his face.

With a slight apology, but extremely sincere.Under normal circumstances, when the other party sees his expression, they will not intentionally embarrass him again.

Sure enough, the person behind him seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but raised his half-drowned head and smiled slightly at him.

But at this moment, the reporter, who had been staring at his cheek, trying to recognize the owner of this familiar voice, almost froze his smile.

Who……

Who will tell him what happened today!

Simao Wigan shouted crazily from the bottom of his heart, but the smile on his face became even more enthusiastic.

Could it be that Goddess of Luck made him meet two big Buddhas in succession in this small street shop in order to compensate him?

Look who this man is!

No one in the Portuguese football circle would not know his name.Slightly curly hair, and a faint smile -- all of which speak volumes about his identity.

——Porto marshal, Jose Mourinho.

Simon Wigan felt so lucky that when he picked an empty table to sit down, his head was still dazed.

He once thought that he could only return empty-handed.Although the wasted half a day is helpless, there is no way.

However...he saw hope in this desperate situation.

Luis Scolari, Jose Mourinho—these two are famous figures, and people who want to interview them line up at least three blocks, and they may not even meet in person.

But he, unexpectedly, met both of them at once.

It's a turn of events, why not.

Simon Vigan couldn't hold back the surprise in his heart, and almost rushed forward with the recording pen.Fortunately, there is still some reason left in his mind, remind him that if he does this, he will just wait for failure.

The location chosen by the young reporter is right behind a potted plant. Through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the green plants, he can have a panoramic view of everything on the opposite side.This position is just right to observe Scolari. He seems to be looking at some information in his hand, with his head half down, very attentive.

As for Jose Mourinho --

He came in as if he didn't care about everything around him, he just took a seat and sat down, not caring about the other people in the store at all.

Simon Wigan froze for a moment.

Didn't he come here to meet Scolari? !

The moment he saw these two people at the same time, many questions popped up in his mind, including what is the relationship between the two, what will they talk about, why did they choose to meet here, and what is the future of the Portuguese national team? Opinion... wait.There were so many questions in his mind that he was in a state of excitement.What I didn't expect was that the two didn't meet at all, they went their separate ways, as if they didn't know each other at all.

This... is a scam! This is!

The young Mr. reporter couldn't describe his mood for a moment, and he was overwhelmed by the roar of such cheating emotions.He peeked through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the green plants for a long time, and finally realized that the two people really didn't intend to meet here.

Is it just a coincidence?

Even he himself did not believe this explanation.

What a coincidence that they all meet here? !You must know that the headquarters of the Portuguese national team is near Lisbon, which is far away from Porto.Scolari, a good national team coach, came to Porto thousands of miles away, and he didn't believe it if there was no situation!

do not care!

It's a coincidence that he wants to go too, but it's not a coincidence...then he wants to go even more!

It is necessary to create an opportunity to speak!

The young reporter couldn't stop thinking about it, he took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and started to write and draw——

——Please don't doubt the professionalism of an aspiring reporter. His pocket is like a treasure chest, and the minimum tools for note-taking are absolutely complete.Although his head is more important than these tools, it is obvious that these tools can make his wisdom play better.

Simao Wigan was confirming the questions he was about to ask. Although he had imagined interviewing Mourinho or Scolari alone and had done enough homework, he did not anticipate the current situation.Some questions need to be raised in light of the situation now. It is best... to get more information when we have a good relationship with the two of them.

He writes and draws on paper, and begins to look for his magic weapon—the camera.

take a photo of!

A voice said frantically, take a photo of this historic scene and report it to the agency. This will definitely be the headline tomorrow, and nothing can compete with it!

His gaze was so intense that Scarari suddenly and unexpectedly looked up.As if he sensed something, he glanced straight over.

He just met his own fiery eyes!

Simon Wigan's first reaction was to bow his head.

But he subconsciously stopped him. This is a guilty conscience, but it will arouse more resentment, and maybe make things even more troublesome.So he pretended that he just met eyes inadvertently just now, what he actually had to do was scan his surroundings.

Successfully avoided Scolari's gaze.

But after that, he regretted it.

Perhaps there is actually a better way, such as admitting that he is a reporter openly, and taking this opportunity to go up, maybe Scolari likes more straightforward people?

But now, it is obviously impossible.

Hey!

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, so he didn't think about anything at all, and focused on scanning.Until his eyes moved to the person opposite him, he also lowered his head.

these people……

Why do both of them like to keep their heads down!

Simao Wigan complained in his heart, Mourinho was sipping his teacup with his head down, Scolari was very serious about the information in front of him, as for the one opposite him——

Good guy, it looks like he is playing a game!

He recognized that thing, Sony's "playstation", also known as the ps game console.Although I don't know which generation it is, but seeing his concentration, it is clear that he has put all his heart into it.

Looking at his figure...he should be a young man with half-length black hair like a crow's feather.The bangs hanging down in front blocked all his expressions, only a graceful chin could be seen.And his fingers, as expected, are tightly holding the ps game console in his hand.

Simao Wigan felt a little curious for a moment, wanting to know what kind of game the young man was playing.Seeing this ps game console, he couldn't help but think of his crazy live football time day and night.But soon he realized that the answer to this question had nothing to do with him. What he should pay attention to was the two people farther away.

Scolari and Mourinho.

Perhaps he should think clearly about who to use as his breakthrough point.

Instead of focusing on this young man who had nothing to do with him at all.

His eyes drifted away, and he was already looking into the distance, and the moment he moved over, he screamed "Oops" in his heart.

——Why Mourinho is also looking at this side!

Simao Wigan felt that he had done nothing out of the ordinary, but now, these two people looked towards him.If it was at the press conference, he really wished for it, but the problem is, he...isn't ready yet!

Maybe I can retreat behind the scenes and find a way to let Mourinho and Scolari directly spark the "spark of friendship."

But it's not a simple matter.

Simao Wigan forced himself to turn his eyes to the boy opposite, he was still concentrating on playing the game, as if the ps game console in his hand was everything to him.The black earphones formed a thick barrier, completely isolating him from the world.

Really carefree!

Thinking of this, the young reporter couldn't help but secretly moved his gaze to the distance. What's worse, he immediately met Mourinho's thoughtful eyes.

The Portuguese man suddenly stood up.

!!!

Why don't you just sit still!

He kept shouting in his heart, but his eyes caught a more troublesome scene - Mourinho, he actually... walked towards him!

The author has something to say: In this happy holiday

The author ate the whole bottle of medicine in anger

feel cute

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