[Football] King Of Europe

Porto is not the only club in the football world. There are many excellent clubs in Portugal and even in Europe.

If he wants to leave, Mendes thinks that in his own way, he can send him to some decent clubs -

— even if not as good as Porto.

but……

Maybe he could make a little more effort?

Sebastian took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and what he saw was a familiar phone number, which had appeared on the fluorescent screen several times in the past.

There was a little hesitation in the eyes of the green-eyed boy. Finally, he rubbed his forehead and moved his fingers to the red button.

There are still many short messages belonging to this number stored in the mobile phone. After reading one after another, he has no response.

Since he has cut off so many calls, it doesn't matter if he cut off this one call, right?

Sebastian pressed it silently.

However, he remembered what a special day today is. When the year 2003 came to an end, tomorrow will be a new year.

After hesitating for a long time, his fingers slid across the cold keyboard, and then moved away until the screen was covered with white mist, and he finally made up his mind.Sebastian quickly typed a string of phrases, and after pressing the send button and seeing that the message had been successfully sent, he turned on the airplane mode without hesitation.

After doing all this, the green-eyed boy felt a little guilty, but soon he convinced himself, put his hands back in his pockets and ran home quickly.

But when he turned a certain corner, he was completely stunned——

"So, this is your only answer for so many days? Sebastian?" The man in the black coat turned from the steps and waved at him, "Happy New Year?"

"……Happy New Year."

Sebastian murmured, and finally forced out a word.His head was completely messed up, and he didn't understand why he appeared in this place at this time.

On the last day of 2003, it showed up at his door—Jorge Mendes' head, wasn't it really kicked by a donkey? ? ?

This kind of windy and snowy day is the most suitable for a family to sit around the dining table and have fun with the whole family. Mendes is here, what the hell?

It's just teasing him!

Sebastian felt that he was hallucinating, and rubbed his eyes specially, but the appearance of the man in the black coat leaning on the pillar in front of his house could not be mistaken for him at all, with curly hair and brown eyes , with a standardized smile on his face—if not his manager, who else?

Perhaps because of the obvious question in his eyes, Mendes actually laughed.The Portuguese middle-aged man waved at him again. This time, Sebastian finally recognized what he was holding in his hand——

——It also made me feel more guilty.

It was a somewhat worn-out mobile phone, mostly held by Mendez's fingers, and only a faint screen could be seen.

"Jorge... What are you doing here in such a horrible weather?"

Mendes raised the guy in his hand: "If I don't come here, are you going to turn a blind eye to such a person, so that your poor manager will completely lose contact with you?"

"I didn't ignore it."

Mendes just looked at him. For some reason, the peaceful eyes that he always felt made him feel oppressed this time.

Sebastian had to turn his head, and his brain became muddled: "It's just that I'm too busy this time, so you don't have to worry about it."

"...if you really don't have any problems."

This sentence stopped Sebastian, and he scratched his hair in annoyance: "I have no problem at all, Jorge, what are you thinking! I really have no problem at all." ! You don’t need to ask the captain to ask me, I’m fine…”

"I don't believe it - you really have nothing wrong with you!"

The Portuguese quickly cut off his words, with a strong disapproval in his eyes.With a look of disapproval or even condemnation, he stuffed back what Sebastian was about to say, which also made him completely irritable.

When the green-eyed boy scratched his hair again, Mendes was carefully observing his expression. A lot of experience with players allowed him to quickly figure out what kind of storm might be brewing in the boy's mind. Before the storm broke out, he successfully used One sentence shattered the core——

"Happy New Year."

"Okay..." The young man seemed to be muttering something, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Happy New Year."

"So... you really don't want me in, Sebastian? For the sake of my drive all the way back from England?"

Jorge Mendes got his wish and stepped into the door of Sebastian's house.

As a football agent with a high emotional intelligence, he certainly wouldn't just run to Sebastian's door in such a reckless manner. He wouldn't do such a disrespectful behavior.Before leaving England, he had already agreed on the date of the visit with his parents on the phone - there is no doubt that Li Hua very much welcomes his visit.

Mendes even doubted that no matter how bad Sebastian's condition was, Li Hua's desire for him to come was just as strong.

After the means of communication completely lost the meaning of existence because of the teenager's lack of cooperation, face-to-face conversation is of course the best choice.

Although this is the last day of this year, it's not a holiday after all, isn't it?

He has always been a dedicated agent.

"I really don't have any problems!"

Sebastian still clings to this statement and refuses to let go, even if he kills him, he will not admit that he is not in a good state recently.

"But I hear you're in a bad shape."

"That's all Jorge and the others lied to you. I really have no problem at all, Jorge, I'm as good as hell!"

"Really?" Mendes certainly wouldn't engage in pointless verbal disputes over this point, he had even sharper evidence.The Portuguese said suddenly: "Have you read the news? Just a few days ago, the results of the European Golden Boy Awards came out."

Of course he read it, but...! ! !

Sebastian was expressionless.

"Do you know what the result is, Sebastian? Or do you not care about the news at all?" Mendes didn't seem to care about his answer, because the boy had already taken care of himself before he had time to speak Continued, "Dutch, from Ajax, his name is Raphael van der Vaart, born on February 1983, 2, 11 years old this year, a strong guy..."

Sebastian didn't understand what he wanted to say: "I know..."

"No, you don't know." Mendes cut him off firmly.The eyes of the older Portuguese were as sharp as an eagle soaring in the sky, with indescribable oppression, such a serious Mendez—Sebastian had never seen it before.

"If you know... Or, if you really have no questions, who will this year's Golden Boy Award belong to..." Mendes smiled abruptly, "Do you really know?"

Too sharp questions made it hard to resist, so that Sebastian had the urge to run away for a moment, but what was more embarrassing than running away was that they knew each other well, and the answer was extremely clear.Mendes looked at him with calm eyes, but his eyes clearly conveyed a message——

——If you really have no problems, will this year's Golden Boy Award go to someone else?

This evidence completely slapped his mouth into the Mariana Trench, and it was impossible to retrieve it again.

The European Golden Boy Award is an award that was only produced this year. It will be awarded to the young players who have performed the best in Europe in the past year. Its age line is stuck at 21 years old, which happens to be a dividing point.This campaign initiated by the Italian "Turin Sports News" imitates the Golden Globe Awards in form and content, and will be voted by more than 30 important European media.Although it is only the first year, due to the status of the selectors, it has attracted widespread attention, and many young players are looking forward to getting it.

The first European golden boy, it sounds very nice, doesn't it?

This year's European Golden Boy Award came to fruition only a few days ago. The Dutchman Raphael van der Vaart became the captain of the Eredivisie giants Ajax at a young age. He offered an olive branch, but the young Dutch player declared that he had no intention of transferring for the time being.

Sebastian wanted to say what Van der Vaart had to do with him.

But he couldn't speak a word.

He had known for a long time that the Italian media was preparing for this award, and his friends in Italy had informed him a long time ago, didn't they?

Ricardo also specially called him, told him that the opportunity was great, and encouraged him to fight for it.

But what good is that?

What is the use?

October wasn't even here yet.

At that time he was still Portugal's most shining star.

At that time, he was still a well-deserved main player in the club.

But soon, Porto played that game against Real Madrid, and what greeted him was an experience that he never wanted to recall—injury, end, bench, bench, bench...

Van der Vaart's performance has been getting better and better in the recent period. He led Ajax all the way, and even beat their old rival Eindhoven in the Eredivisie League, firmly occupying the standings the first place.

Porto has performed steadily in the recent period, did not lose any points that may be lost, swept away the haze with a wave of winning streak, and defeated Benfica, Sporting Lisbon and other competitors before the winter break, defending the Portuguese Super League The championship is only a matter of time.

——However, it has nothing to do with him.

If van der Vaart is doing addition, adding more and more weights to himself on one side of the balance, and finally adding to the point where it is completely tilted to him, then what he is doing is subtraction.

The weights that were heavy at first were picked out one by one as time went by, and in the end... light and insignificant like a feather.

Before that, he had never thought about others.

After that, he never thought about himself again.