Super Marshal

The largest slum in Sao Paulo, located on the hillside of the suburban hills.

The uneven and narrow alleyways, the messy temporary building, the crooked telephone poles, and the messy wiring.

This is the slums of Brazil.

Most of the people living here are engaged in janitorial, security, delivery, sanitation, housekeeping, waiters, and even street vagrants, and even fewer people are engaged in gray industries.

Also because of the mixed fish and dragons here, there is constant noise 24 hours a day.

Suddenly there was the sound of dogs barking in the depths of the alleyway, the sound of motorcycles of residents who left early and returned late, and the cries of vendors at the intersection...

Early in the morning, the sky was twilight.

In a room on the second floor of a simple bungalow on the hillside, a young man who got up early was lying on a messy bed, listening to the movement from outside quietly.

His name is Marcos Senna.

They have lived here since childhood, but the Marcos Senna brothers are different from other peers in the slums. They were sent to the Sao Paulo Football School by their parents since they were young to receive formal football training.

Although he was soon forced to drop out of school due to poverty and unable to pay tuition fees, his learning experience at the Sao Paulo Football School made Marcos Senna the most recognized by everyone in this slum area as the most promising person to become a professional player .

Even three years ago, the moment before his father passed away, he was still thinking this way.

Become a professional player, get a high salary, bring your family, leave this damn slum, and live across the road, that piece of tall modern buildings, like a paradise-like rich area.

This is Marcos Senna's dream.

Just like countless young people in the slums.

But many times, fate is so strange.

He has a very strong body, strong body, strong running ability, and he plays very hard. He can even go all out to grab a ball, but he just can't play the ball well, and he is not liked.

From Obranco to America, and then to Corinthians, almost all the coaches will say, wow, this kid is born to play football when they first see him.

But when he got off the court and played for a few minutes, they all shook their heads and said in a regretful tone, what a pity!

He knew what these coaches were regretting.

They are pity that he has such a good physical fitness, but why doesn't he have those dazzling footwork skills, and doesn't have that eye-catching fast speed.

He didn't understand why God gave him such a body but not these.

Perhaps, this is fate!

Since he played a few games in Corinthians a year ago, he has never had a chance to play and was completely sidelined.

He hasn't played a game in over a year.

Although, he has always believed that in his usual training, he worked harder than anyone else, and maintained his state and body better than anyone else, but who would he tell this to?

His cousin, who has been mixed into the first team in the famous Italian team Roma, told him that a player like him should go to Europe, where his style is suitable and he will get a chance.

Thaksin believed, but he had no chance.

Assuncao also applied for several trial opportunities for him, but no one wanted to waste time on a player like him.

There are too many football talents in Brazil, and he has no advantage.

He had no choice but to wait.

But he could feel that he couldn't wait any longer.

The management of Corinthians has notified him more than once to pack up and leave quickly, and don't think about continuing to earn allowances.

It can be seen that their life is not easy.

Leaving seems to be a foregone conclusion, where can we go?

Maybe you should leave Sao Paulo and try your luck with small teams in other cities.

Anyway, it's better than staying here, right?

Well, that's the only way to do it!

Marcos Senna got up from the bed, opened the wooden door leading to the balcony, and a gust of cold air rushed in, but he walked onto the balcony with his strong body exposed, breathing the morning air, feeling refreshed.

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang in the room.

Senna frowned visibly on his dark face, but walked back quickly.

The caller was a well-known agent in the surrounding area that he knew.

Although he often boasted that he was well-connected and well-connected, and worked for Figel, Marcos Senna knew that he was simply bragging, and there were many people between him and the boss Figel.

"Hello, Senna."

"Marcos, it's me with something very important to tell you."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Remember the Portuguese partner I mentioned to you the other day?"

"Of course I remember." Marcos Senna cursed in his heart, what partner?

At that time, he praised his Portuguese partner like a flower, saying that he was a well-known agent in Portugal, so powerful and so talented, he made it seem like a great big shot.

But if he really has a Portuguese ace agent as a partner, does he still need to hang out in the slums?

"Before he was looking for a midfielder, I recommended you, do you remember?"

"Oh, I remember, of course I remember, is there any news?" Marcos Senna was suddenly happy.

Portugal, what a place.

I don't know how many Brazilian players go to Portugal every year, and then use Portugal as a springboard to enter the four major European leagues.

"Yes, I just received the news that he wants you to leave immediately and go to Spain for a trial training."

"Spain?" Marcos Senna froze for a moment, "Isn't it Portugal?"

Although he hasn't read any books, at least he knows that Spain and Portugal are not the same place, okay?

"Uh..." The other party was at a loss for words, "I don't know the specific details, but what they mean is that a Spanish giants team has taken a fancy to you and asked you to try out."

"Spanish giants? Trial training?" Marcos Senna's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was so long that he could stuff an egg into it.

Just him?

Will a player who hasn't played a professional game for more than a year be spotted by the Spanish giants?

is it possible?

"Yes, immediately, the sooner the better." The person on the phone urged.

Marcos Senna shook his head and laughed, the sooner the better, it sounded like he was lying.

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in any Spanish giants, that's all!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

just me? And the Spanish giants are interested?

Marcos Senna himself can't believe it.

Even if you want to lie and deceive people, please, at least be professional, okay?

Do you really think I'm those old men and women in the slums?

But when he got dressed and went to the balcony to brush his teeth and wash his face, the phone rang again.

This time it was a cross-border call, I don't know where it came from.

Marcos Senna was a little puzzled.

"Hello, Senna."

"Hello, Marcos, I'm Jorge Mendez, the general manager of Portugal's Castifort agency."

Marcos Senna froze, Jorge Mendes?

never heard of that.

But it's from Portugal, isn't it...

"Hello, Mr. Mendez."

"It's like this. I have cooperated with Mr. Figel. Through his channel, I learned about your situation, but they told me that you are worried about being cheated, so I will call you personally."

Marcos Senna smiled wryly, not knowing how to respond.

"This time the trial training came very quickly, and I was caught off guard. I didn't expect why he would take a fancy to you."

It was a frank statement, but Marcos Senna believed it.

Because he understands his situation.

"The person who sees you is the head coach of the Spanish giants Atlético de Madrid, Gao Han, you can check it online, they need a midfielder now, I have cooperated with them, recommended you, and he invited you to try Training."

Marcos Senna's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that God has manifested himself?

But he is not one of those ignorant children, so he is still very cautious.

"why me?"

"I don't know!" Jorge Mendes shook his head, "Maybe it's some of your qualities that he admires."

Marcos Senna was speechless for a moment.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Marcos. If you are willing to come, I will bear all the expenses such as air tickets, board and lodging, and I can promise that if you do not succeed in the trial training at Atletico Madrid, I will immediately recommend you to the Portuguese team. Go try out."

"Really...Really?" Marcos Senna was a little confused.

Going to Portugal for a trial?

This is his dream all along.

As for going to Spain, especially a wealthy family, that was something he couldn't even dream of.

"Yes, I promise, and the transaction will be completed through Mr. Figel's company, and I am a partner with them."

These words are obviously more convincing than the little manager before.

Figel, this is the most powerful guarantee for the international transfer of Brazilian players.

"Atlético Madrid's request is very urgent and there is not much time. If you want, I will arrange it immediately and help you book the fastest flight ticket to Madrid. I will pick you up at the airport."

Marcos Senna was a little apprehensive.

He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and one he had dreamed of in the past.

But when it came, he found that it was not so easy to make this decision.

He hesitated for more than ten seconds before letting out a heavy breath.

Take a gamble!

"Okay, Mr. Mendez, I agree to try out!"

Jorge Mendes on the phone immediately laughed, "Very well, Marcos, I'll arrange it right away!"

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"What a man's epic!"

Gao Han and Lin Xia walked out of the cinema side by side, and after taking a breath, they said in admiration.

They just watched Tom Hanks' Cast Away and it was shocking!

"It's like telling me, no matter at any time and under any circumstances, don't give up hope, and have to fight bravely. Hope will always appear when you don't expect it!"

This is Gao Han's experience from this movie.

But Lin Xia is obviously not.

"Don't you think reality is too cruel for Tom Hanks?"

"why?"

"Suddenly, he was thrown on a lonely deserted island, forcing him to let go of everything, even his love, to adapt to everything on the deserted island."

Gao Han nodded, this is indeed cruel.

"But when he got used to it, he suddenly gave him hope and let him return to this strange world that should be familiar to him. Don't you think it's cruel?"

Hearing what Lin Xia said, Gao Han suddenly felt that the latter seemed to be more cruel than the former.

The belief that supports his survival on the desert island is the society he is familiar with and the woman he loves deeply.

But when he finally came back, he found that this society was so unfamiliar that he didn't know him at all.

And the woman he loves deeply has also married someone else.

This is indeed too cruel!

"This is reality!" Gao Han laughed.

"No!" Lin Xia shook her head, "At least, if I were that woman, I would definitely wait for him."

"Huh?" Her last sentence was quite low, Gao Han didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing!" Lin Xia smiled playfully.

Just don't hear it.

"Let's go!" Gao Han pointed to the BMW X5 parked at the entrance of the cinema.

After a period of training, Lin Xia's driving skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Hey, let me tell you, you should learn to drive."

"Why?" Gao Han asked back with a smile, "There is a free driver to pick you up, isn't it good?"

Lin Xia glared at him angrily, "This way you don't have to send me home, and then take the bus back by yourself!"

"I don't care, I'm happy!" Gao Han said with a playful smile.

Lin Xia spat at him and ignored him.

Logically speaking, it should be Lin Xia who drove him back, and then drove back to the dormitory by himself.

But Gao Han refused to let her do this, saying that she was afraid that it would be unsafe for her to drive in the middle of the night as a girl.

Therefore, every time they meet up for dinner, or to watch a movie or something, Gao Han will send Lin Xia home, and then take the bus back to Maha Daenda.

Lin Xia really has nothing to do with him!

But Gao Han didn't see it that way.

Sitting in the passenger seat, turning her head from time to time, what she saw was a beautiful side face, driving the car very seriously and attentively, and the neon lights on the side of the road came in from the car window and sprinkled on her face, At this moment, she is really beautiful!

He just likes to look at her silently in this kind of ambiguous carriage.

But suddenly, a phone call came in, breaking his reverie.

"Hello, who is it?" Gao Han was a little depressed.

"It's me, Mr. Gao Han." Jorge Mendes' voice came from the phone.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Mendez."

"Hehe, just call me Jorge." Mendes smiled and drew close.

"By the way, Mr. Gao Han, Marcos Senna has arrived in Madrid."

"What?" Gao Han was a little surprised, "So fast?"

"Yes, just arrived, I have arranged for him to stay in the hotel."

Gao Han suddenly smiled, "You are really efficient."

"That's natural, you say the sooner the better!" Mendes laughed.

This service... I really don't have to pick it up. It's better than the group of people in Atletico Madrid's technical department and scouting department.

"Okay, you bring him over tomorrow morning, and I'll arrange a trial training."

"Okay, okay, I'll take him there on time."

"Well, it's all right."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Gao Han, thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Han shook his head and smiled, this Portuguese really knows how to do business.

"What? Want to sign in?" Lin Xia asked with interest.

"Well, I dug up a treasure!"

"Really?" Lin Xia was surprised.

She admired Gao Han's eyesight.

"Well, well trained, he is a top midfielder."

Lin Xia was immediately happy for him, "Isn't it more confident to fight Mallorca?"

Hearing what she said, Gao Han suddenly felt his heart move.

"Try it tomorrow!"

Thanks to the book friend [I am Xiaoqi] for the reward!