"Boss! I'd rather go..."
Inside Mourinho's office.
Su Qin asked carefully while sitting opposite the madman.
To be honest, since Slaven Bilic called him last night, he lay in bed thinking about it all night.
Now is his critical period in Inter Milan.
Su Qin knows how strong Milito is this season.
Being able to start two games due to Milito's accidental injury, and performing so well, logically speaking, he shouldn't have participated in a friendly match against a team as weak as East Timor.
At this time, the best option is to continue to stay in the club and train hard to consolidate your current starting position.
But Su Qin is really covetous of Drogba's miraculous back-up skills on the talent tree.
These days, he has learned a lot from Vieri.
However, what I learned is really only superficial.
The most important thing is that we have to go back to Camp Nou on the 25th, which makes people have mixed feelings.
Now Su Qin, apart from the opportunity to play in Serie A, has no other competitions that he can participate in that can score goals.
Inter Milan, last season's Serie A champion, had to wait until the top 16 at the earliest to play the Coppa Italia.
As for the Champions League, Milito's injury will be healed by then, and it's hard to say whether he can win a substitute position with Balotelli.
Therefore, this friendly match with East Timor is indeed his only chance to score goals now.
Forehead....
Doesn’t it disrespect the East Timor team to think so?
However, Su Qin can't control that much anymore, time is tight.
"I don't know what the point of you going to that kind of friendly match!"
The madman's pouting mouth showed his attitude.
As the club's head coach, what he hates most is these international match days.
Although midweek does not affect the weekend league, Inter Milan's current team is basically more than 95% composed of international players.
And many are still in South American countries such as Brazil and Argentina.
Participating in a national team game again and again, no one knows how much physical reserves the league will have when those people come back.
"Forget it, tell Bobo that you can go by yourself, but try to be careful not to get injured. If you are injured, you can report to the reserve team by yourself!"
All right!
Although reluctant, Mourinho agreed.
Su Qin's expression showed that he just wanted to go. Didn't he stop him and prevent him from going?
"Thank you, boss!"
that's all!
Su Qin successfully obtained Mourinho's approval.
Don't dare to delay.
After leaving the door of Mourinho's office, Su Qin got into Old Stan's car and rushed to the airport.
Because it's a Wednesday night game.
So Su Qin had to report to Zagreb, Croatia on Tuesday.
Fortunately, this game was held at Croatia's home court, and Su Qin did not have to take a long flight of more than ten hours.
After arriving in Zagreb, Su Qin immediately got into a taxi and rushed directly to the Croatian national team training base in the city.
Croatia is a very small country.
Therefore, even as the capital, Zagreb is only less than a thousand square kilometers in size.
It’s so expensive that it’s not even as good as a third-tier city in China that sells beef noodles.
As for population?
There are less than five million people in Croatia.
However, this is such a small country, but it is actually a football powerhouse.
In the first World Cup that Croatia participated in after independence in 1998, the Croatians won third place in the World Cup.
It took almost twenty minutes to get from the airport to the training base.
After Su Qin paid the driver the fare in Croatian, which he had not used for a long time, Su Qin carried his bag and planned to enter the training base.
Forehead....
Unexpectedly, before entering, he was stopped by the guard.
It was obvious that the chubby doorman did not recognize the black-haired Asian in front of him.
After some cross-examination, it wasn't until Su Qin called Bilic that Su Qin entered the door.
have to!
Su Qin wasn't angry either, because he was still an unknown young general.
Although he has scored 3 goals in Serie A at this time.
After walking into the door, Su Qin saw a bald middle-aged man.
Karbazzi, assistant coach of the Croatian national team.
As soon as he saw Su Qin, Kalbazi, who had watched a lot of videos of Su Qin's explosive goals with his head coach in the past few days, walked to Su Qin with a smile.
Reach out!
"Subrachi, you arrived so early. Why didn't you know to call ahead so that I could pick you up?"
Digging!
Subrachi!
Ancient memories suddenly came to Su Qin's mind.
That's right, Subraci is Su Qin's Croatian name.
However, this is what his deceased mother and uncle called him.
His cheap dad always felt awkward that all the Croatian people were all fucking homogeneous, so he helped Su Qin change his Chinese name very early.
However, his mother and people on her mother's side still call him Subraci anyway, and even his passport in Croatia is Suqin-Subraci.
"Ahem, Mr. Karbazi, you should call me Su."
"Oh! Okay! Haha, let's go. I'll take you to the dormitory to have a rest first. The time set by the boss is two o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone should be there by then."
In this way, Su Qin followed Kalbazi with his bag on his back and walked into the dormitory of the training base.
Not fancy and a bit dated, but clean.
The arrangement of two single beds is obviously an arrangement to enhance communication between teammates.
However, what attracted Su Qin most was not the furnishings of the room, but a photo on the bedside on the left.
A group photo.
On the left is a woman dressed simply and carrying a small black bag.
The person on the right is very, very familiar to Su Qin.
The 37-year-old who can still run for 120 minutes, play several overtimes and still lead a group of veterans to the semi-finals of the World Cup!
Luka Modric!
Kalbazi, who brought Su Qin to the room, clearly saw Su Qin's surprise.
"Haha, meet Luka. This is what the boss and Luka mean."
"By the way, this is your jersey. It is the same as your club number for the time being."
After that, Kalbazi left Su Qin and left the room.
After Kalbazi left, Su Qin didn't think about anything else. He put down his backpack and lay on the bed to rest.
Since it was arranged by the head coach, he just had to wait patiently.
Su Qin was really tired after not sleeping well last night and having to catch a flight so early in the morning.
However, he didn't lie down for long.
The door to the room suddenly creaked open.
Su Qin quickly sat up.
A thin man with blond hair raised his head and looked at Su Qin.
"Huh? Sue?"
It's the Magic Flute.
"Yes! Yes! Hello, Mr. Modric!"
"Hello Sue, don't call me sir, just call me Luca!"
"Forehead...."
"Forehead....."
Both are people who don't like to talk much.
When it was just the two of them in the room.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
"When did you..."
"you arrived..."
After a short period of awkward silence, the two people unexpectedly spoke at the same time.
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