Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Inter boss Antonio Conte gave an enthusiastic speech in the dressing room.

He pointed out in his speech.

The whole team showed a spirit of never giving up, hoping that this spirit can accompany the team to the end of the season and lead Inter to win more championships!

"Lads, I don't like to praise a player alone, whether as a player or after coaching, I always believe that victory belongs to the whole team, and defeat belongs to the whole team. "

But," Conti paused, walked to Ye Chen's side, and kissed his head, "I must say that today's victory mainly came from Ye Chen's credit!" "

His hat-trick defended the glory of the Meazza Stadium and guarded the dignity of the blue and black

!!!

!"The atmosphere in the dressing room was once again pushed to a climax by Conte....

Conte walked out of the dressing room.

In front of the mirror in the hallway, tie yourself a tie.

Ten minutes later, he will go to the press room for the usual post-match press conference.

Accept questions from journalists with long guns and short guns.

"Hey yo ~ disappear the night ~ the stars sink ~ victory at dawn!"

Conte hummed the Italian folk song "No One Sleeps Tonight" while licking his palm with his tongue and joyfully tidying up his hairstyle.

"Conte, something is bad!" a

deep male voice came from behind.

Conte looked back and saw that it was Inter general manager Mallorca.

Mallorca squinted her eyes and sneaked to herself, as if she was carrying some hidden secret in her arms.

"Brother Ma, why are you panicking?"

Conte was a little puzzled.

Mallorca quickly turned her head, saw that there was no one around, and pulled Conte aside, "You listen to me, just now..."

Time goes back fifteen minutes.

The game just ended.

Inter general manager Mallorca stepped out of the stands and threw his hands that were almost peeling.

He smiled.

This game, it's really a heart-wrenching, enjoyable to watch, win comfortably

! Hehe!

Just as Marotta walked proudly into the players' tunnel.

A middle-aged man with thick hair and thick eyebrows stopped him.

"Please stay, Monsieur Marotta!" Marotta

found out was Paris Saint-Germain president, Nasser.

"Oh, Mr. Nasser, hello!"

Marotta's face showed the kind of proper smile of business etiquette.

Neither cold nor overly happy.

The two had nothing to say after a few awkward conversations.

Nasser's expression became more and more complicated, and he was a little unable to speak.

"Mr. Nasser, if you have anything important, tomorrow, or make an appointment at a time convenient for you, let's sit down and have a good talk." Marotta said after observing the words.

"No, just now, I need you to give me an answer," Nasser suddenly laughed, "Although this is rude, I need an accurate answer from you."

"You say, I listen. "Marotta has great respect for the president of the Paris Club.

"I want to buy Ye Chen, how much money, you set a price." Nasser said softly.

Inter general manager Marotta was stunned.

"Mr. Chairman, Ye Chen is not for sale to us, he has just signed a new contract with the club, he is very happy at Inter, he will not leave here anytime soon." Although Marotta was scolding her mother in her heart, she still maintained a business smile on the surface.

Marotta politely rebuffed the president of Paris, Nasser

, but Nasser was unmoved.

"Mr. Marotta, I know that every club that does business with Paris wants to take more money from me, and that's fine, I can understand that. "

In the summer transfer window in five months, Paris will ship a truckload of checks from Qatar, and we're not afraid that we can't afford it, we're afraid you won't make an offer." "

But Mr. Chairman, I already said, Ye Chen..." Marotta waved his hand.

"If it's not enough, then 180 million, the same as Mbappe

!" "Or," Nasser looked fierce, "Neymar's transfer fee is 220 million euros, we can give Ye Chen 300 million euros, more than Neymar!"

Thirty million or forty million euros a year, it's all numbers for Paris, as long as the players are willing to sit down and talk, then everything is good to say..."

Marotta said perfunctorily and left.

He gradually felt the seriousness of the situation.

Nasser gave Ye Chen 300 million euros, which was naturally an impulse to be angry.

The Paris president, who came to Meazza for the first time with the team, led by three goals in the first half, and was very happy!

Who knows, the situation suddenly changed in the second half

, Ye Chen scored three in a row, equalized! Nasser exploded

! Mbappe and Neymar combined only scored three, you Ye Chen alone scored three!

Although Nasser would not really give Ye Chen 300 million, he stopped himself in the player tunnel and expressed his desire for Ye Chen in such a direct way.

In

fact, the winter transfer just after that, Real Madrid, Manchester City, Liverpool, Bayern, Chelsea and many other financially strong teams have offered Ye Chen, which also proves this.

It is difficult to keep Ye Chen!"

So, what do you tell me about this, this is your professional manager's business, I also want to keep him, but I'm just a head coach!"

Conte scratched his hair.

Marotta nodded solemnly, "I naturally know this, and I will naturally find a way when I go back." "

You just need to do a little now, when it comes to the press conference, don't blow Ye Chen hard, keep a low profile, the more fierce you blow, the more the media add oil and vinegar, as soon as the article is published, those local tyrant teams watch it, the more interested they are in Ye Chen, and in the summer, we want to keep Ye Chen, it will be more difficult!"

Conti looked solemn and nodded.

"Okay, in order to keep Ye Chen, I know how to do it.

Conte took a deep breath and headed for the press conference.

Walking to the door of the newsroom, I saw Barrera wearing a clean team uniform, standing anxiously in place waiting for him.

"Head, it's already three minutes late, why are you going, the media reporters are waiting for you!" "

Oh, you..." Conte reacted, this post-match press conference is going to bring Barrera to attend.

Generally, pre-match and post-match press conferences are attended by the manager with one player.

"Barrera," Conte lowered his voice, "you'll be smarter when you go in," Conte

reacted, this post-match press conference was to bring Barrera to it.

Generally, pre-match and post-match press conferences are attended by the manager with one player.

"Barrera," Conte lowered his voice, "when you go in, you will be smart, look at my eyes!"

Barrera followed Conte and walked into the press conference with a grin.