There is a dream called football

Lopez came to the newspaper office as usual. As soon as he sat down, the landline phone in front of him rang. It was a call from his superior editor-in-chief.

"Come to my office."

Lopez quickly came to the editor-in-chief's office, opened the door and walked in. There was a strange red-haired woman in the office, who smelled very good of perfume.

"Here, let me introduce you. This is Cesar, a reporter from The Sun."

"Hello."

Lopez's heart skipped a beat when he stretched out his hand, because The Sun has a somewhat special status in Europe. On the one hand, it is very big.

It is so big that some major European newspapers cannot compare with it. On the other hand, it is notorious for reporting on celebrity privacy and content inappropriate for children.

The editor motioned for the two of them to sit down.

"This time Cesar came to Porto to cooperate with us."

"Cooperation?" Lopez looked suspicious, thinking that we are a sports newspaper, is it possible that we want to change our career to a gossip newspaper?

Cesar seemed to see the doubts in Lopez's heart, so he smiled and said: "We also reported to the sports newspaper."

"Haha, I know."

"What exactly happened? Please trust my integrity as a journalist."

Lopez's words have two meanings. The first one is that you can rest assured that even if you don't cooperate, I won't say a word about today's conversation. The second one is that you don't come to me for those news that dig up unscrupulous gossip.

Cesar chuckled, "It's about Jose Mourinho's next home. Are you interested?"

"Next home?"

Lopez's instinctive reaction was who said Mourinho was leaving? He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked: "What do you mean?"

Cesar smiled: "According to my reliable information, Chelsea's owner Abramovich left London on a private plane last night, and the destination was..."

"Porto," Lopez continued.

"Yes, it's Porto."

Lopez's professional sensitivity as a sports reporter suddenly emerged, and he knew what this meant.

At this time, Chelsea's head coach is Ranieri. Originally, the Italian's performance was quite satisfactory, but since Abramovich came, Chelsea suddenly became richer. Under this situation, Ranieri seems not worthy of such a situation.

A top wealthy family.

The British media has long been hyping up Chelsea's next head coach, but it's just not reliable for the time being.

"If Chelsea's next successor is indeed Mourinho, then this will definitely be big news." Lopez thought to himself.

"Haha, how can we cooperate?"

Cesar said: "Of course the news is shared between our two families."

"Yes." Lopez nodded. He understood that the other party must be lacking people, but he was someone who led the way, so he came to cooperate.

In fact, the goal is very clear. As long as we take photos of Mourinho and Abramovich together, then we are done.

"Then let's work together."

Cesar said: "You are responsible for keeping an eye on Porto Club and Jose. I am responsible for digging out the whereabouts of Abramovich."

"Can."

*****

Europeans are used to eating in their own backyards, and it feels good to be close to nature.

Jorge Mendes ate a piece of steak, but he was still unsatisfied, "Jose, your personal chef is great."

"You can just invite one too."

Mendes shook his head, "No, I fly here and there every day and rarely eat at home. If I hired a five-star chef, I'm afraid... he would eventually become the master."

"Hahaha."

While eating and drinking, Mourinho knew that the other party was not just here to eat, but had something to talk about. This was something he expected.

Leaving Porto and going to a bigger stage is the only way for Portuguese footballers. There is nothing to say.

"Thank you for your service." Mourinho turned and said to his chef. The chef was very sensible and packed up his things and left. Mourinho and Mendes were the only two people left in the yard.

"Is there anything you can say now?"

"Haha, can't I just come here to have a meal?"

"Okay, I've finished eating, you can talk."

Mendes glanced at the other person and said, "A guy who doesn't understand the charm."

"Football doesn't need flair, it just needs iron and blood."

"Well, I've been flying around the European continent recently, worrying about a lot of things, and I also took a look at Cristiano. The kid is getting stronger now."

"He just went to Manchester United. Is it possible that you want to sell him again?"

"Of course not."

"Okay, I know what you are thinking." Mendes smiled, "I will tell you the name of a club."

Mourinho nodded.

"Chelsea."

Mourinho's heart skipped a beat. This club was so glorious last summer, a money-burning champion and a star harvester.

At this time, European football was different from what it was later. Gold-dollar football was not that popular yet. It can be said that Chelsea was the pioneer of European gold-dollar football.

Mourinho took a sip of red wine and smiled: "They seem to only have money."

“Isn’t it good to have money?”

Mourinho was stunned. The other party didn't seem to understand that the key word was only money.

Of course it is good to have money, but the bad thing is only having money.

"A club should still have a foundation, right?"

Mendes nodded, "But when you can spend money to buy the entire lineup of a wealthy team, is your heritage still a problem?"

Mourinho was silent. He had worked with Robertson and Van Gaal, and the era of diligently cultivating football style seemed to have passed.

"Russians seem unreliable."

During the decades of Cold War, the Soviet Union and Europeans criticized and demonized each other, and this influence is still deep-rooted.

Mendes smiled and said: "He is Russian, but what he gave us was pounds and euros, not rubles."

Mourinho nodded.

Mendes struck while the iron was hot, "Abu has come to Porto and is on a luxury yacht. If you want, you can meet him tomorrow."

Mourinho thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No, it's very critical for Porto now. I can't be photographed, otherwise something big will happen here."

Of course, this is the most important moment when fighting for the league championship and the Champions League. If you go to talk to the next company, this is not only a moral issue, it may also involve legal issues.

Mendes knows the rules of the game, but the rules are rigid. For example, the rules stipulate that players from the opposing club cannot be contacted privately, but to be honest, this rule is basically not followed.

Almost every transfer begins with secret contact, and many agents even encourage their players to go on strike to achieve their goals.

Mendes knocked on the table, "You can rest assured, I will do it without anyone noticing."

Mourinho is still hesitant, but on the other hand, he also knows that he must make plans for next season.