The Mediterranean climate of the Apennine Peninsula is like a shy girl.
The sun was clearly shining brightly just now.
As soon as Su Qin ate some pasta, bursts of thunder came from outside the window.
Statham was still humming an unknown Italian tune in the kitchen.
Little did he know that his employer was now in a very awkward moment.
"Hello, Mr. José Mourinho!"
Su Qin really didn't understand Italian, so he had no choice but to greet Mourinho in English.
Su Qin knows.
As a madman, he would not make this call to himself for no reason.
Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, he introduced himself in Italian, which he was already very proficient in.
Mourinho clearly has his intentions.
Everyone knows that Madman learned Italian after coming to Inter Milan.
It is estimated that the madman wants him to learn Italian as soon as possible, so as to speed up the time to integrate into the team.
"Hello Su, I'm glad you can join Inter Milan!"
"Believe me, coming from Barcelona to Inter Milan will definitely be the most correct decision in your life!"
After a simple self-introduction, Mourinho quickly switched back to the English channel.
"Yes, sir, I also think this will be the best decision in my life!"
"Okay, young man, let's get down to business!"
"Actually, to be honest, my original plan was to bring Hleb with me when Barcelona sent Samuel (Eto'o)."
"Inter's wings are not fast."
"But after I saw the video of your game, I gave up on that idea."
"I offered to buy you from Moratti."
"I don't want you because you are cheap!"
"That's very important to remember."
"I see what makes you different from others."
"Don't have any uneasiness because Barcelona dislikes your feet. Football is not just a sport of feet!"
"Keep practicing your headers!"
"Build some muscle and gain weight by the way!"
"I have already said hello to the club. After the holiday, you should seize the time to return to the club to gain muscle. What Italian football needs is a strong body."
"besides........"
"I can't guarantee your playing time, but I know that maybe at some point one day, Inter Milan will need your header!"
A full ten minutes.
Mourinho patiently arranged all the training plans for an 18-year-old Barcelona abandonment player that he had never seen with his own eyes and was disliked by everyone.
I was a little confused from the beginning.
After arriving, Su Qin picked up the pen on the table and started recording on the napkin.
Until finally Mourinho finished everything he said, the phone suddenly became quiet.
"gentlemen?"
"Oh, that's all I have to say!"
"Thank you, sir, may I ask about your muscle-building plan..."
"Don't worry, you can enjoy your vacation first. However, the team will train on July 15th, so don't be late!"
"Okay, sir, what I want to ask is, can muscle-building training start tomorrow!"
"Um?"
Mourinho on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.
But after thinking about it for a moment, Mourinho reacted.
holiday?
Well, that should be a luxury that only those who have enjoyed the honor have.
"No problem, I will call to make arrangements, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock on time!"
"Thank you, Mr. Mourinho!"
"No need to call me sir, just call me boss!"
"Thank you, boss!"
When there was no response, Mourinho hung up the phone.
"Hey! Su! Is this Mourinho?"
After Su Qin hung up the phone, Statham approached Su Qin with his plate of cold pasta and asked with a gossipy face.
"yes!"
shrugged.
Su Qin replied!
"Haha, Su, I told you that you will succeed! Jose will never underestimate anyone."
"Even if it's a stone in the toilet..."
Apparently, Statham wanted to use an Italian proverb to encourage Su Qin that he would soon shine.
However, as soon as the words came to his lips, Statham felt something was wrong.
How could I describe my employer as a stone in the toilet?
"I'm sorry, Su, don't get me wrong. The toilet I'm talking about actually means beach in Italian!"
"The pronunciation of these two words is very close! My English always fails from time to time."
"In short, what I mean is that if Mourinho calls you, it means that you must be in Mourinho's lineup plan for the new season!"
"Now, all you have to do is work hard to gain muscle according to the muscle-building plan Mourinho told you?"
Muscle building plan?
Didn't this guy take the plate to the kitchen to avoid suspicion?
How did he know Mourinho asked him to gain muscle?
Su Qin raised his head and looked at Statham.
It's a pity that Statham's cheeky reaction didn't show any embarrassment at all. Not only was he not embarrassed, Statham even licked his face and smiled evilly at Su Qin.
"Su, I actually know a little bit about building muscle!"
“The most important thing for building muscle is adjusting your diet.”
"Just wait, starting tonight, I will make you a nutritious meal specifically designed to build muscle."
"You don't know, but I actually ran a cattle farm for a while before working with Raiola."
"This person's muscle gain is actually similar to that of a cow's meat..."
All right!
The warm feeling brought by the pasta and sunshine finally completely disappeared in Statham's mouth at this moment.
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The rain was still falling.
Inside the Inter Milan club building.
Mourinho did not stop after hanging up Su Qin's call.
"Diego!"
"Believe me, 30 is the age when you are at your peak!"
"Genoa is not for you!"
"Are you going to waste your best time in relegation battles again and again?"
“How many more thirty do you think you have left?”
"Now, in my blueprint, there is only a stable and strong No. 9."
"You are my choice!"
When he said this, Su Qin's figure suddenly flashed across Mourinho's mind.
However, Mourinho soon abandoned this idea.
The kid was only 18 years old. Although he was good at heading the ball, his body was too thin and he was completely unable to withstand the impact of those rough defenders in Serie A.
It will take at least a year to transform him!
However, I can't wait any longer.
Let that kid study hard with Milito.
At least if he fights on the third front, he should be able to spare some game time.
Click! ! !
There was a burst of thunder outside the window.
And Mourinho also heard a satisfactory response from the other end of the phone in this increasingly wild rainstorm.
He stood up and rubbed his numb legs.
The madman looked out the window with his sharp eyes.
That year!
Mourinho is only 46 years old.
His hair was just a little patchy.
His back is not as curved as it was many years later.
Suddenly.
Rain breaks!
The sun pierced through the dark clouds that had just enveloped Milan.
It was as if he had been scared away by the madman's unruliness.
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PS: The new book issue will be updated twice a day. The second update will be released at 9 o'clock after Pikachu has finished eating. There is still a lot of information to check!
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