From the Country Team To the Rich

"Tedal's transfer issue has been finalized. He will join Hoffenheim in the winter window with a weekly salary of 1,000 euros."

"Thanks a lot!"

"Hey sir, have you arrived in England yet?"

"I'm already in Manchester and now I'm ready to go to DreamWorks Stadium!"

"Wow! That's cool, that's DreamWorks, can you send me some pictures of the scene?"

"Crack... Didi Didi..."

Manchester, at the entrance of DreamWorks Stadium, Zhang Xian hung up the phone and looked around.

Today is the day of the FA Cup match, Trafford played against Red Factory at home.

This is a battle of focus, both are Premier League giants, and they are also famous double red clubs.

The entanglement between the two teams is unclear, but the enthusiasm of the Trafford fans can be seen from the atmosphere of the scene.

The entire street has been overrun by a sea of ​​red.

The loud noises of the fans came one after another, and the slogans were shouted extremely loudly.

Follow the fans into the stands, the stands enough to accommodate 80,000 people are full.

The fans waved their arms and cheered, as if a fire was burning, and with shouts and shouts, a heat wave hit their faces.

Zhang Xian had to sigh with emotion, this is the so-called wealthy family.

Opposite the stands, there is a huge screen.

A thin gray old man appeared on the screen.

And the appearance of this old man completely ignited the entire stadium.

The fans cheered wildly.

They seem to be on a pilgrimage, and their eyes are full of reverence and fiery colors.

For Trafford, this old man is their belief and king.

Sir Alex was surrounded by various cameras, and at the press box, the media reporters frantically took down the shutters.

this moment,

Zhang Xian has to admit that this is the top league.

In Hoffenheim's game, not to mention the cameras, there were not even a few reporters with cameras.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud 'hush' sound from the scene.

Zhang Xian looked up at the big screen, and he saw a tall, thin old man in a suit and red tie, with deep splayed lines between his eyebrows standing there.

Winter!

The world-famous head coach of the Red Factory also created the Red Factory dynasty single-handedly.

Although Red Factory's recent performance has been getting worse and worse, making this legendary coach questionable, but in terms of merit, this coach is enough to enter the top ten in the world.

Wen Te's expression was flat, and the sound of 'boo' all over the sky didn't seem to exist, and he raised his chin proudly, like an aggressive rooster.

Neither of them chose to shake hands, and even turned their heads left and right, humming softly.

The hot atmosphere of the Double Red Club can be seen from the attitudes of the two head coaches.

The second is the star players of both sides. These world-famous stars have stepped out of the player channel.

There was a hint of greed in Zhang Xian's eyes.

Anyone here can buy the whole Hoffenheim team several times back and forth, but what is it like to sit on such a team and lead such a club.

Soon, the game began.

The Premier League game is characterized by fast pace and intense physical confrontation.

And this game showed this feature to the fullest.

Neither side is cowardly, and both are attacking.

Zhang Xian's head kept swinging from side to side, not because he wanted to do it, but because the ball was passed back and forth so quickly.

Both sides are like a turn-based game, you attack me, and I attack you in turn.

During the period, the fierce physical confrontation continued to be staged, combined with the "bang bang bang" volley of the ball, showing an alternative violent aesthetics.

The entire first half was extremely intense.

But the performance of the Red Factory was better. They scored two goals in the first half, which almost detonated the DreamWorks Stadium.

The Trafford fans showed their irritable side and spouted wildly. Zhang Xian couldn't bear to look at those obscene words.

Even the leading star Plenny couldn't escape, and it was miserable to be sprayed.

Zhang Xian was amazed by the fighting power of the Trafford fans.

Or bottoming out, Trafford actually reversed the decline in the first half in the second half and continued to increase his offensive efforts.

They pulled back a goal in just two minutes, and scored again in the 72nd minute to equalize the score.

In stoppage time, Plenny even relied on a header to complete the reversal.

Immediately, the entire DreamWorks stadium boiled.

Eighty thousand Trafford fans jumped up at the same time, cheering.

The loud cheers seemed to shake the ground.

Zhang is now among the fans, and he feels all this personally.

This game touched him a lot.

Be it fans, players or even the head coach.

Trafford is all professional.

Even if you fall behind, you will not give up, and you will make a comeback.

Perhaps, this is some special quality possessed by the giants.

 …

After the game, Zhang Xian returned to the hotel.

The old Jazz's birthday party is tomorrow, and during this time he can feel the atmosphere of British football.

Arriving at the hotel, Zhang Xian pressed the elevator button.

The elevator door opened slowly, and Zhang Xian saw a familiar face standing inside.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Mendelson smiled and said, "Long time no see, my friend!"

Zhang Xian also nodded with a smile and walked into the elevator.

"The media said, you are in Turin!" Zhang Xian said casually.

Mendelson shrugged: "I was indeed in Turin yesterday, but I came to the UK in the morning. I will stay in the UK for a while."

Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you negotiated a deal with Stanford?"

In this regard, Mendelson said proudly; "My business is not only Stanford, but all clubs in the Premier League."

"Oh?" Zhang Xian asked curiously, "Can you be more specific?"

Mendelson laughed and said, "It's no secret. Recently, the Premier League just added a 'special talent clause'. Now these Premier League clubs are looking for little demons all over the world. Although there are only two places, they can't offset their enthusiasm. , and the purpose of my trip is to open a channel for them."

Zhang Xian nodded: "Do you want to introduce your young players to the Premier League?"

Mendelson admitted generously; "Yes!"

"They all basically meet the requirements of the special talent clause, and the commissions given by the Premier League teams are very generous. Many agents are eyeing this market. I can't fall behind."

Speaking of this, Mendelson said in admiration; "Special talent clause, this is really a good policy. I don't know how that rigid old guy Alex came up with."

Zhang is now silent...

After a while, Zhang Xian asked, "Dude, do you have a head coach?"

Mendelson nodded and joked, "Yes, who do you want? Anthony?"

Anthony, head coach of the German national team.

Zhang Xian turned his head and looked at Mendessen quietly.

Mendelson waved his hand and said with a smile; "My agency has many head coaches and will also take on some low-level league business. If you need it, I can send you a list."

The elevator door opened, and Zhang Xian walked out, saying, "Then I'll wait for your news."

After returning to the room, Zhang Xian took off his coat and lay down on the bed.

Now the most critical issue for Hoffenheim is still the head coach.

He contacted many brokerage companies and head coaches, but none of them met Hoffenheim's requirements.

Coincidentally, he met Mendelson. This guy's brokerage company is very big, and he must have more resources in his hands.

Instead of blindly looking for it yourself, it is more efficient to find a professional channel.