Midfielder

Jorge Mendes didn't know if his decision was a bit risky, but his curiosity about the little guy still made him decide to go to Sebatur, a seaside city that looked more like a countryside.

Compared with the prosperity of Lisbon, this is really a countryside, although the distance between them is less than 40 kilometers.

From making this decision to hitting the road, Jorge Mendes didn't hesitate at all. The little guy he had never met gave him too many temptations.

Aurelio Pereira once called Mendes after he retired. He specifically mentioned the little guy. Although the old man had left the youth training camp in Lisbon, he still hoped that the little guy would Don't waste your talent on a team like Sebatur. Maybe Mendes, an agent who likes to deal with young people, can provide him with some help.

Maybe Aurelio Pereira didn't know why he did this. Maybe the black-haired kid left too many impressions on him on the court, and the blade-like pass was always in front of his eyes. It happened over and over again. The old man didn't want a little guy who might become a genius to be wasted by a team that was at the bottom of the league. What's more, it was just a youth team and there would be no development there.

This is one of the reasons why Mendes drove to Sebatur, but the most important thing is that he does not want to leave this possible opportunity to others. If the little guy is a treasure, Jorge Mende Si hopes he is the first to open the door to the treasure.

Mendes held the address in his hand and carefully looked at the building in front of him. For a moment, he wondered whether the Setubal youth team coach who gave him the address was kidding him, because the building in front of him was not a residence. It's a church that looks a bit old.

"Hell, is that kid a servant of God? He wants to live in a church? Is this a hobby?" Mendes now discovered that there are really many unknown things about the little guy he has never met.

Unfortunately, Mendes did not find the little guy he expected to see, but the good news was that the church priest told him that the little guy with black hair and who loved to play football lived in the church.

Because he was an orphan, the church took him in five years ago. Some philanthropists who had sponsored the church all year round funded a welfare institution for these orphans to live here. There are more than twenty orphans living here. , and the little guy with black hair is also a member here. This is the first good news Mendes heard today, at least for him.

"A mixed-race boy who started living in a church welfare institution when he was less than ten years old. He entered the Setubal youth team half a year ago and initialed an apprenticeship contract. He has no record of debuting in the Portuguese Youth League. Lin Yi? One who looks a bit Strange oriental name, his mother is an oriental, his father is unknown, the only thing that is certain is that his parents are no longer alive, characteristics on the court: unknown."

Mendes looked at some of the information he had collected and scratched his head. He really didn't know the difference between these things and scrap paper. The only thing that might be of some use was a photo of the black-haired boy. This one looked a bit like The little guy from the East is quite energetic. Well, I should say he is pretty decent in appearance. This may be the advantage of a mixed-race child. He has completely absorbed the advantages of the East and the West.

"No one in Portugal really knows how to be a qualified football agent. How important is intelligence work? Can such a piece of waste paper be considered an investigation? God, it seems that we have been eliminated from the World Cup. Really It's not a matter of luck." Mendes really doesn't know how to judge this piece of nonsense. The above evaluation makes it impossible to have an intuitive feeling. However, this may also be his luck.

Mendes may be celebrating his good luck. Such a little guy who is favored by Aurelio Pereira is not well known. The lack of information may mean that he is a forgotten person. Maybe this is Because he is under fifteen years old, the black-haired boy has not been targeted by too many scouts in Portugal. It may also be that this seaside city is too unattractive to anyone, so he has been buried. .

Although Mendes has not seen the little guy's ability on the field with his own eyes, Aurelio Pereira never deliberately praises someone, but he at least talked to Mendes on the phone. The black-haired boy praised him several times. From this detail, we can see how much the youth army godfather valued this boy.

And Chris also has a deep memory of the opponent who competed with him on the same field. He couldn't find a suitable word to describe that guy. He could only tell Mendes that when he saw that kid come on the court, the whole team was filled with emotion. The Batur youth team has been kneaded into a knife, and the black-haired boy is the one holding the handle of the knife. Every time he touches the ball, it is like a knife stabbing out, making people nervous and scared.

If it weren't for the forward of Sebatur's youth team who wasted several opportunities in a row, perhaps Sporting Lisbon would have suffered a disastrous defeat that afternoon.

"A person who can attract Aurelio Pereira is at least not a mediocre person. Maybe this trip will be very rewarding." Mendes sat in his car and made his own calculations. He had successfully obtained the agency rights of Cristiano, and now his appetite became a little bigger. He hoped that he could dig out one or two more talented potential stocks.

The only thing that made Mendes feel depressed now was that no one he had asked knew where the little guy had gone. He could only wander around aimlessly in this seaside city, but he never dared to let the car go too far away from the church. He didn't want to be a person who missed the opportunity. God knows if there are other people who are also thinking about this little guy at this time. After all, being able to draw 5:5 with Lisbon is an opportunity for him to become a well-known figure, although it was just a competition between youth teams.

It was a very painful thing not to know when the goal would appear. Mendes began to give up wandering around and decided to park the car on the roadside not far from the church. When he was bored, he found a not-so-big football field there. There seemed to be people playing there. At least in such a boring time, watching a street football game was much better than sitting in the car like this.

I don't know how many years later, Jorge Mendes will definitely be grateful for his original decision, because this seemingly casual decision made him touch a piece of good luck.

This is a football field belonging to the community. Maybe because of the long age, everything looks a bit shabby, and the two goals also look a bit rusty. However, there are too many such stadiums in Portugal. Many superstars came out of such stadiums and became idols that people worship. So Mendes did not feel uncomfortable because of the dilapidated stadium. He once spent his youth in such a stadium.

A game was being played in full swing on the field, and there were more than a dozen people in the low stands cheering for those running people.

Mendes found a shady place closest to the sidelines and sat down to watch the game. This might be a good habit of his. He would always appreciate football games with a serious attitude, even if there was basically no technical content in such street football.

But when he sat down to watch the game, he found out what was written on the simple scoreboard on the sidelines.

11:0!

Jorge Mendes really wanted to find someone to ask, is this a football game or a volleyball game? No matter how big the gap between the teams is, the score is a bit exaggerated. At least in such a game, there is a person who looks like a referee running. Even if it is street football, it is really difficult to score 11 goals in such a large field. Is this an adult team playing against elementary school students?

Rubbing his eyes hard, Mendes was sure that he was not wrong. Now he has completely focused on the field. He wants to see clearly what the two teams are like.

The two teams on the field were very easy to identify. One team was dressed neatly, from jerseys to protective gear. Not far from the field, there were several players who looked like substitutes, wearing the same jerseys. They even had several nice cars parked on the side of the field. Mendes could see that they were a group of children from wealthy families, who preferred to use such neat outfits to show off their professionalism.

However, looking at their dusty appearance, Mendes knew that they were definitely the side that was behind in the score.

These people formed a sharp contrast with the other side. The other team was much worse than these children from wealthy families in terms of clothing and height and physique. The messy jerseys were like an exhibition, with various colors intertwined.

And they looked a few years younger than the other side, but Mendes could see that these children should play football together often. The cooperation and passing between them seemed very tacit. They could always peek into the opponent's loopholes in the passing and running, and the cooperation between two or three people could easily avoid the opponent's interception.

The tacit cooperation between the ragtag army made those well-dressed rich kids look very embarrassed. They could only desperately chase their opponents, but they couldn't stop any attack.

What attracted Mendes' attention the most was a little guy with black hair on the field. Not only because of his hair color and his agile dribbling movements on the field, but more because Mendes found that the boy was running on the field in a restaurant waiter's clothes, and the back of the clothes clearly wrote the takeaway phone number and special meals.

Uh... This is also okay? Has the jersey advertisement begun to invade street football? Mendes looked at the black-haired boy speechlessly. Since he started watching the game on the sidelines, this boy has firmly attracted Mendes' attention. He is completely an engine in that ragtag army, and everyone is passing the ball around him.

Look, that kid dribbled past another defender on the field, and then, in a very concealed manner, he used his heel to deftly knock the ball into the penalty area. Until the forward shot the ball into the net with a powerful kick, no one on the lagging team could react to what was happening. They could only watch their opponent run away from them. The score had been rewritten to 12:0.

When the black-haired kid turned and ran towards his teammates, Mendes suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen the kid there before.

"MYGOD!" Mendes suddenly slapped his forehead. He finally understood where he had seen the kid before, the photo in the file in his hand! The black-haired kid was the one he was looking for. When he realized it, the kid who had just completed an assist began to control the football on the field and quickly advance to the opponent's hinterland.

The two midfielders of the opponent used fierce tackles to intercept and slide directly towards the black-haired kid in restaurant clothes. It can be seen that they have been teased by this kid and they have to stop this guy even if it is a foul or injury. These two people did not even consider that the bumpy field would rub their thighs.

This defensive action with obvious revengeful tendencies made Mendes' heart rise all of a sudden. He didn't want the potential stock he just found to be wasted on the street football field.

But soon his worry became unnecessary. At the moment when two people crossed the tackle, the black-haired kid knocked the ball with his left and right feet and shook directly from the middle of the two people, leaving only two idiots who tackled each other.

Before the next defender rushed over, the black-haired kid had completed his pass. His mid-court pass once again penetrated the opponent's back line, leaving the opponent with only the score to 13:0. At this time, I'm afraid that despair can no longer describe their mood.

The goal was not the end. The black-haired kid shook his fingers at the two idiots still lying on the ground, as if to tell them that they would be the ones who would be hurt in such a tackle.

This kid was not a quiet figure on the court. There is a kind of person who seems to be like this, always becoming the target of others' attention. It seems that this kid is such a guy.

Mendes swore that if he was a member of the lagging team, he would definitely apply to leave the field immediately, even if he was shot, he would do so. This is not like a game at all, more like a massacre, and the guy who directed all this seems to have gotten used to playing this way.

Listening to the cheers of the dozen people on the sidelines, Mendes knew very well that this huge score difference was definitely created by the black-haired kid. It can be seen that this may not be the first time he has done this in this stadium.

The old man Aurelio Pereira was really right. Even if this was a worthless street football game, Mendes knew what kind of person he was approaching. The little guy was definitely a diamond worth discovering.

With his clever passing moves and penetrating passes, Mendes could even imagine how the little guy had played tricks on the defenders of Sporting Lisbon.

This time was not in vain. At least when the black-haired kid used a beautiful escape to get rid of the two dangerous tacklers, Mendes felt that he was more attractive than any young player he had ever met. Maybe the light and clever movements had already made him a little intoxicated.

Uh... It's just that the clothes are a bit weird... Is this a stunning encounter? Mendes was also patting his forehead and asking himself...

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