Football Feast, Starting From the Acquisition of European Clubs

  Chapter 59 Food and shelter?

   "Louis, how's the Sky TV documentary going?"

  Because Stephen wanted to help Chen Ran manage the daily affairs of the club, Little Fatty was sent by Chen Ran to supervise the shooting of a documentary by Sky TV.

   "Not bad, the story of three people has been filmed now. According to your request, it is very sensational and tearful, as if it was Pele and Maradona who had been interrupted from his football career."

   "Cough, you have to remind the director, don't make it too fake. After all, this is a documentary, not a movie."

   "Understood, it has to be real. Oh, by the way, an interesting thing happened during the shooting."

"What's wrong?"

   "A kid heard that I was a member of the Crystal Palace Club and begged me to come and play with us."

   "Oh? That's a bit interesting. Tell me about this little guy's specific situation."

"I just heard him say something. His name is Jamie Vardy. He is 16 years old and has just been released by Sheffield Wednesday. I guess this little guy is not good at football, otherwise Sheffield Wednesday How can you cancel the contract with him?"

   "Wait a minute, what's his name?"

   "Jamie Vardy, what's the matter? Chen, do you know him?"

   "I don't know. I just think this little guy is quite interesting, and he actually recommended himself to you. So, do you have his contact information? Inform him to come to Crystal Palace for trial training. If he performs well, he can stay."

   "Really? Chen, are you sure you want to do this? Maybe this is just a casual joke by a passing kid."

   "Very certain. It's just a chance to try out. Giving others a chance is also a chance for yourself, understand?"

   "Well, you are the boss and you have the final say."

  Chen Ran did not expect that when people sit at home, golden boots will come up from the sky.

   As one of the representatives of grassroots counterattacks, he still knows Vardy's name.

   Now since he took the initiative to run into the bowl, I'm welcome.

   Vardy, who received a call from Louis, hitchhiked from Sheffield to London early the next morning.

   He also took time off for this trial training. He is now working part-time in a prosthetic limb factory, responsible for making medical splints.

  16-year-old Vardy came to London for the first time, and it took a long time to find the training base of Crystal Palace before noon.

   "Hey, Chen, that kid is here, right at the gate of the training base. The security asked if he should be let in."

   The little fat man covered the phone and asked Chen Ran.

   "Go and take him to Tuchel, let Tuchel inspect him and see if he has the talent to play."

   "OK!"

  In the afternoon, Chen Ran came to the training ground of the youth team after working with the first team.

   At this time, the players of the youth team were in a group match, and Tuchel was still sitting in the stands supervising and recording various data.

   Chen Ran and Tuchel said hello and sat together to watch the game.

   "Thomas, what do you think of the kid who came to try out today? Is there a chance to stay?"

   "Boss, do you mean the guy that Louis brought over?"

   Tuchel was a little surprised. Chen Ran came over to ask about a trial player?

   "That's right, that guy, his name is Jamie Vardy."

   "Oh, wait, boss, I'll look for it."

   Having said that, Tuchel lowered his head and began to rummage through the various data he recorded on his notepad.

   "Eh, boss, I'm sorry, except for the high fighting spirit and hard work, all other abilities failed to meet the requirements of our Crystal Palace, and the trial training failed."

   "That's it"

  Chen Ran also scratched his head a little. He made it so obvious that Tuchel denied the possibility of Vardy staying. No wonder this guy fell out with every club he worked with in his previous life.

   "Thomas, do you think we can give him a short-term contract first and stay for a while before making a decision?"

  Chen Ran politely made a suggestion.

   For these future big cows, Chen Ran still gave full respect.

   After all, when he wants to return to China in the future to select talents with football talent, he cannot rely solely on the system, but also on Tuchel's ability.

"Short-term contract? It seems that the boss is very optimistic about this little guy. If so, then sign a three-month short-term contract with Vardy. However, boss, if the contract ends, he can't meet my standards. , then I won't keep him anymore."

   Tuchel hesitated for a moment, but Chen Ran said it for the sake of it. If he objected again, he would really be ignorant.

  So, Tuchel finally agreed to Chen Ran's short-term contract plan, leaving Vardy temporarily.

   However, Chen Ran never expected that he managed to get Tuchel on his side, and as a result, something else happened to Vardy.

   "Boss, I'm really sorry. I have to go back to work, otherwise I'll run out of money. If it's just a short-term contract, then I can only refuse, I'm very sorry."

   When Tuchel told Vardy that he would sign a short-term contract, Vardy thought about it and refused.

   This made Tuchel angry enough, and he thought that if the boss hadn't interceded, you kid wouldn't even be able to get this short-term contract, how dare you pick and choose?

   Angrily, Tuchel didn't bother to talk nonsense with Vardy, and asked him to come to see Chen Ran directly.

   Chen Ran was also dumbfounded, Vardy's reason was so powerful that he couldn't refute it.

After   's detailed inquiry, Chen Ran learned that Vardy's biological father ran away with another woman shortly after he was born.

   His mother later married a crane driver, both of whom were ordinary working class, and now Vardy still has to work every day to earn money to support his family.

  If he joins Crystal Palace, his original job will be gone. The cost of living in London is not comparable to that of Sheffield, and the lack of income is a real hassle.

   No, even the short-term contract for the youth team has a salary. Chen Ran slapped his forehead and was almost taken into the ditch by this Vardy.

   "Don't you know that short-term contracts also have salary?" Chen Ran asked Vardy curiously.

   "Yes, but that's too little, not enough. When I was at Sheffield Wednesday club, they paid me £20 a week, but they didn't want to give it, so they terminated my contract with me."

"Cough, we are Crystal Palace, the champions of the Championship, not as stingy as Sheffield Wednesday. The salary is £50 a week on a short-term contract, and if you can stay after the contract expires, the salary on a full-scale contract is weekly salary. £80. How? Would you like to stay now?"

"so much?"

  Valdy was also taken aback. As expected of a team from London, his shot was generous.

  He thought about it carefully, it should be enough to live by himself.

   However, the children of poor families are in charge early, and the opportunity to grow wool must not be missed.

   So, Vardy licked his face and looked at Chen Ran again.

   "Boss, can you include food and shelter?"

   (end of this chapter)