[Football] King Of Europe

Not at all!

without him!

Even if he knew it himself, he still couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart.

A paltry nomination, then—he wished it hadn't even come up, if he could.

It's better than going through such a cutscene and becoming the green leaf that sets off the flowers.

European Golden Boy Award.

Even when he just entered the first team and was immediately kicked back to the youth team, he didn't feel depressed during this period.

At that time, the pressure on him was external, and he was doing well in the Porto team, but now, more than a year later, all the pressure comes from his coach——

So unbelievable, like a ridiculous dream.

"But what's my problem?"

After a long time, the boy's grunt sounded from the other side of the wooden table. The tone of his voice sounded calm, but his eye circles were flushed.

Sebastian lowered his head, leaving only Mendez with a dark hair. In fact, he didn't want to stay here any longer. After saying this, he wanted to run out.

However, he knew it was impossible.

This kind of dialogue almost made him collapse, spreading out the problems that he was completely unwilling to face in front of him, forcing him to see the cruel reality.

He even hoped that Mendes hadn't been here at all, but his reason told him that even if Mendes hadn't come to the door, he couldn't escape these questions.

Mumbling that sentence seemed to have reached the limit of the boy, so that he didn't speak again for a long time.

Mendes pushed a cup of hot milk over and finally said "thank you".

"Have you spoken to Jose?"

"Talked, but sir, he didn't say anything to me, and then he didn't see me at all."

Mendez is a little stuck.This greatly exceeded his expectations. Mourinho actually rejected Sebastian?

But according to the feedback he received, shouldn't it? !

"What did the other coaches say?"

"What else can I say?"

Sebastian pushed the cup over with a harsh sound.

Mendes frowned, but he sighed silently when he saw the teenager's clenched fingers.

"Then what are your plans next?"

This question again led to a long silence.

"Sebastian?"

No one answered.

"If you don't talk anymore, then I will tell you, Sebastian, there is no innocence and fantasy in the football world." Mendes said, "If you are still in the youth team, then you can do whatever you want. There is no problem, as long as it is not too outrageous and does not delay your career, then I have no problem. But, you have already entered your career..."

The older Portuguese dragged his tone, and the boy on the other side of the wooden table finally raised his head, and heard an unusually serious voice: "Sebastian, you are no longer a child."

——I can no longer escape from reality so childishly.

"You can't sit on the bench like this all the time. I think you understand how much damage this will do to your growth. When you are raising the ball now, it doesn't matter even if it is a second-level game..."

Sebastian cut him off quickly: "I will never go back to the youth team!"

"I didn't talk about the youth team." Mendes didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't know how he got in touch with it, "Have you considered other places?"

Although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning of Mendez was already clear and could no longer be understood.

Sebastian whispered, "I don't really want to transfer."

"But you can't get a chance now." Mendes hit the nail on the head. "There was nothing in the summer. Porto's upward momentum is very good. It's good for you to stay here. Now you can't even make the squad..."

What else are you doing here?

Sebastian closed his eyes in pain, and covered his face with his hands, as if it would make him feel better.

"Now it's the winter break, the transfer window is still open, and several clubs are interested in you..."

Sebastian muttered meaninglessly.

"Such as Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea in England, and Real Madrid in Spain..."

"What do you want to do if you are interested in me, buy it back and use it as a mascot?" Sebastian said quickly, "I will sit on the bench here, transfer to another club and continue to sit on the bench in other clubs?"

What's the difference?

"Both Wenger and Ferguson are interested. Do you still remember Cesc Fabregas? It was the rookie midfielder when Barcelona came to Porto when the Dragon Stadium was completed... It is said that Wenger is very optimistic about him and will let him soon. Make your first team debut. Just because you sit in Porto, it doesn’t mean you will be on the bench elsewhere. Apart from other things, in the Portuguese Super League alone, there are many clubs who want to poach you.”

Dig it back and use it as a lottery ticket to see if you can scratch it out?It's lucky if you win the lottery, and it doesn't matter if you don't win the lottery. Anyway, he is not worth much now?

What the hell are they all!

He firmly refused: "I don't really want to transfer."

"Sebastian..."

He kept shaking his head: "I don't believe I really have no chance at all."

"but……"

He pursed his lips: "Jorge, you are Portuguese! I remember you signed so many Porto players, why do you want me to transfer?"

"Because I don't want you to waste this time. Sebastian, although I am also Jose's manager, I cannot impose my will on him."

"But I don't want to leave at all, Jorge, not at all..." Sebastian whispered, curled up in his chair, curled up like a shrimp.He thought of when last season just ended, and when this season just started, how happy he was in the past, and how uncomfortable he is now.

"I really don't want to leave at all." The young man's weak voice came from the other side of the wooden table, with a faint cry, "At least let me stay for the end of this season, the defending title that my husband told me at that time has not yet been- —”

There is also the Triple Crown, which was originally in the dream, and is now even more out of reach.

That conversation didn't appear to have had much impact.

The holiday had just ended, and the training base was relaxed. The players hadn't completely escaped from the festive atmosphere. They gathered in twos and threes on the lawn, chatting and laughing together.It wasn't until the assistant coach showed up that everyone got together and got a little more serious.

Sebastian stood outside the line as usual, waiting for the assistant coach to call the players by name one by one.

Rui Faria's voice was drowned in the laughter of the players. He stood outside the encirclement and could not hear very clearly.

Sebastian kept his distance, thought for a while, and then walked towards the side of the training field. Suddenly, without knowing what Rui Faria said, there was a roar from behind him.

what happened?

Sebastian turned his head to look where the commotion had started, Rui Faria drowned behind a group of tall players.Then the encirclement quickly dissipated, a path for one person appeared, and someone ran out quickly.

Seems to be heading towards him?

He hesitated, standing where he was until the other party got closer and closer, and finally ran in front of him.

There was an unstoppable smile on Benny McCarthy's dark face. His smile was so cheerful, as if he had encountered a wonderful thing, and it almost filled people's hearts.

The South African patted him on the shoulder, and finally hammered him hard.Sebastian was in pain for a while, but he couldn't ignore the joy and blessings in the other party's eyes: "Sebastian, here you are!"

The green-eyed boy looked down at the things his teammates gave him.

Even though he had already guessed when the other party came, but the moment he caught sight of him, he felt his heart beating——

—Orange vest.