big mouth ball king

Chapter 438 Grant's Small Abacus

Avram Grant.

Israeli coach.

After Mourinho left the team, he became the team's head coach and took charge of Chelsea's coach. Grant knew very well that he was just a substitute, and with his name, he couldn't suppress a giant like Chelsea.

Looking at the big names on the training ground.

Drogba.

Lampard.

Shevchenko.

Barack.

……

These people don't even look down on Mourinho, let alone yourself?

And what gave him the most headache was the rumor that Tang Zhenglong would come back during the winter break.

Tang Zhenglong...

According to the understanding of the Israelis, this guy is a thorn, and he is currently on an equal footing with Moyes in Everton.

If such a player returns to Chelsea, will Grant still live?

Grant thought about it for a long time, and finally he decided to have a showdown with the boss today.

After training, Grant went to the office of CEO Peter Kenyon.

"Avram, it's just in time for you to come. You have led the team very well."

After Mourinho left, Chelsea's performance in the league has indeed returned to the right track, and Grant's life is not bad.

"Work hard, maybe you can become a regular."

"Return to regular position? This...Grant doesn't dare to think about it."

"Peter, I'm here to make a request with you."

"Please say."

"I hope Tang Zhenglong's loan will last until next summer."

Peter Kenyon's heart skipped a beat.

"why?"

Of course, it is impossible for Grant to say what he really thinks. That would be too shameful, admitting that he can't suppress the players under him?
Grant handed over a page.

"This is my resignation letter. If the club does not respect my employer, then I would rather resign."

Peter Kenyon froze for a moment, this was too serious.

"At least give me a reason."

"Tang Zhenglong doesn't follow the team's tactics. I can't cooperate with such players. Maybe Moyes can, Mourinho can, but I can't."

"Tang Zhenglong scored a lot of goals, which is exactly what we need."

"Peter, I have my own football philosophy. If Chelsea can't agree with it, then please accept my resignation letter."

Peter Kenyon was having a hard time.

"Give me 24 hours and I'll give you an answer."

"Ok."

*****
"What? He's resigning, so let him go."

Abu on the other end of the phone was furious, what is Grant!Can you still bargain with him?

But Peter Kenyon didn't see it that way.

"Boss, if Grant leaves, then I can't find a suitable coach to replace him for the time being. In addition, Grant's team performance is not bad."

"I don't care, he takes himself too seriously."

"Boss, with all due respect, the team's employment is originally decided by the head coach, and we have interfered with the head coach's rights."

"..."

"Are you blaming me?"

The British media complained about Abramovich's interference in Chelsea's operations. In theory, this is correct.

But Abramovich feels that this is his own team, and I can do whatever I want.

"We are different from Manchester United. They are a listed company. Chelsea is my private property. I can do whatever I want."

Peter Kenyon sweated: "Boss, of course, but it's not like you spend a lot of money, and a head coach will appear immediately."

"I can say bluntly that Grant is currently the most suitable head coach for Chelsea, and the team has begun to stabilize."

Abramovich was silent, he would watch Chelsea's games, the team is starting to improve, it's like a wound that has just scabbed, and you uncover it again, the one that hurts is yourself.

"In addition, I talked to Bill Kenwright, the owner of Everton, and he expressed his willingness to bear Tang Zhenglong's salary plus a loan fee of 200 million pounds."

This is good news. Abu is in a better mood, but his mouth is still very tough.

"It's cheaper for them. Look at how many goals Tang Zhenglong has scored. You should really ask them for money according to the goals. A goal is 10 pounds."

……

Peter Kenyon was dying of sweat.

The boss is really incapable of running a club. I don't know how difficult it is to run a club.

"Boss, if there's no problem, then it's decided."

"Okay, the coaching must be done quickly, I don't want to see that annoying Israeli again next season."

"Yes."

*****
After training, Moyes left everyone behind.

"Is it because the grades are so good that you want to give us bonuses?"

"Haha, what a beautiful thing to think of."

Moyes said: "The reason for keeping everyone is to announce good news."

"good news?"

"What better news than us topping the league table?"

Moyes nodded, "Yes, you will be happy to hear the good news."

Everyone looked expectant.

"Boss, don't tease us, just talk."

Moyes said with a smile: "I announce that the team's loan to Tang Zhenglong will continue for half a year until the end of the season."

……

……

After a brief silence, there was a bang.

"dinner."

"dinner."

"Nightclub."

"Nightclub."

Tang Zhenglong was dying of sweat, why should he treat guests?And why mess with my handsome hairstyle.

Everyone treats Tang Zhenglong like a fuwa, touching him around.

Someone laughed and said, "Boss, why don't we just buy Tang Zhenglong."

"Okay, you pay for it."

……

At this time, Tang Zhenglong was a striker that every team in the Premier League coveted, and the big4 were all eyeing him. It was indeed too difficult for Everton to sign Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, tell me the truth, aren't we nice to you?"

"Okay."

"No conscience, please."

"That... I feel sick to my stomach."

"Don't run."

*****
In a high-end nightclub in Liverpool, Everton players hugged left and right. Everyone hugged two girls, except Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong is rich if he is rich, but he is still a good boy who is diligent and thrifty. It is still too exaggerated to spend 3 pounds in one night.

"How about I run away?"

However, his teammates had already taken precautions and sent two central defenders - Lescott and Yabo, sitting on the left and right sides of Tang Zhenglong, and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

The "Smiling Tiger" manager is here again.

"Which one will pay the bill?"

"he!"

Everyone pointed to Tang Zhenglong.

The manager walked up to Tang Zhenglong.

"Can I swipe my card?"

"of course."

"Give."

After a while, the manager came back.

"Sir, this card cannot be swiped out."

"Oh, then change to this one."

After a while, the manager came back again, "Sir, this card still cannot be swiped out."

The golfers started to roll their eyes, Tang Zhenglong was playing tricks, but everyone was prepared.

Neville hands the manager a check.

"use this."

Tang Zhenglong was overjoyed, pretending to be embarrassed on the surface.

"Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with my card."

"It's okay, we have agreed with the boss in advance, it will be deducted from your salary, Don, your salary at the end of the month will be reduced by 3 pounds."

(End of this chapter)