big mouth ball king

Chapter 502 Mourinho re-employment

"Jose Mourinho is about to become Inter Milan coach." - Gazzetta dello Sport.

This piece of heavy news quickly swept across the Europa continent.

After Mourinho left Chelsea, he once competed with Guardiola for the coaching position of Barcelona, ​​but in the end Barcelona chose Guardiola.

Just when everyone was guessing where Mourinho's next stop was, this news came at the right time.

Although there is no official announcement, neither Inter Milan nor Mourinho denied it, which seems very reliable, and Mourinho was also photographed in Milan.

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On a luxury yacht off the coast of Naples.

The owner of Inter Milan and Italian oil tycoon Moratti is having a drink with Mourinho.

Mancini is already in the past tense.

And Mourinho is the future of the team.

The two want to discuss the future of the team.

After Juventus' "Call Gate", Inter Milan dominated the domestic league, and Moratti's ambitions were also transferred to the Champions League. Inter Milan has not won the Champions League trophy for more than 40 years.

This is the trophy that Moratti most desires.

In the new century, Inter Milan spends the same money as the top giants. Top stars like Ronaldo and Vieri were once members of the team.

But so much money brought so many stars, and in the end it was like a waste of water, not even a splash was seen. Before Calciopoli, it was as difficult for Inter Milan to win a league championship.

Looking back at the Apennines from the yacht.

"Jose, this land was born for football, remember the era of the big international?"

"Mr. Chairman, you want to win the Champions League."

"Hehe, I know you won the Champions League, that's amazing."

"Fortunately, it's over. My goal now is the next Champions League trophy."

Moratti patted Mourinho on the shoulder, "Well, let's realize your dream here."

"I hope so too."

Closer to home.

"How much transfer budget do you want?"

"It doesn't matter, but I want to be alone."

"Let me guess, is it Barcelona's Messi?"

Mourinho smiled and shook his head.

Moratti was taken aback, who could it be?

"Who is that?"

"Tang Zhenglong!"

"Who is Tang Zhenglong?"

Moratti usually only pays attention to the top stars in Serie A and the world. As for others, he really doesn't know.

It's like when playing "Football Manager", many monsters are actually very popular in Europe, but they have never heard of them in China.

Mourinho briefly introduced that there were more Zou patterns on Moratti's forehead.

"Still an Asian?"

In Moratti's impression, the only Asian who has succeeded in Serie A is Hidetoshi Nakata, and he can only be regarded as second-rate. Who is this Tang Zhenglong?

"Jose, are you serious? You're going to sign an Asian, and at a high price?"

"That's right, Tang Zhenglong and Chelsea's liquidated damages are 6000 million pounds."

Moratti almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

6000?
Even if he erased a 0, he didn't want to spend so much money for an Asian.

Seeing that Moratti stopped talking, Mourinho proposed to watch an Everton game with him this weekend.

"It's easy, go on my private jet."

"it is good."

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"Who is Moratti?"

"Don, are you an idiot? Moratti is a billionaire in Italy and the chairman of Inter Milan."

Raiola really wanted to come along the phone line from the other end of the phone, and then grab Tang Zhenglong's ear, telling him to watch more football and less movies in neighboring countries that two people can finish.

Tang Zhenglong froze for a moment, "What does that have to do with me? He's not my godfather."

Raiola almost died of anger.

"It's like this. Jose revealed a little news to me. He will secretly watch the Everton game this weekend. You have to behave better."

Tang Zhenglong understood a little bit.

"You mean Inter Milan wants to buy me?"

"Not necessarily, but it's good for us if there is one more bidder. Inter Milan is also a giant."

"Okay, I see."

"Remember, you must perform well."

This made Tang Zhenglong very upset.

"Mino, may I ask when did I behave badly?"

Raiola was taken aback.

"I mean you don't talk to your opponent, don't stand still, that's unprofessional."

Tang Zhenglong got impatient and hung up the phone.

"Hey, did you hear that? Brat."

"Damn it! You dare to hang up on me, believe it or not, I will fly to Liverpool to beat you up?"

*****
Goodison Park Stadium.

In the 29th round of the Premier League, Everton played against Fulham at home.

"Mr. Chairman, let me introduce Tang Zhenglong to you. This guy has scored 48 goals this season. His efficiency is terrifying. He is also the most scored goals in Europe this season."

Moratti looked.

"But why do I feel that he is a bit lazy and doesn't run much."

"..."

Mourinho said embarrassingly: "He is an opportunistic striker like Inzaghi. When he runs, he also scores goals."

As soon as Inzaghi was mentioned, Moratti immediately understood.

There are only a few types of forwards, Inzaghi's opportunity type, Vieira's crushing type, and Ronaldo's speed type.

But soon, Moratti was dumbfounded again.

"Look, why is he chatting with the opposing defender? Inzaghi doesn't do that."

Mourinho saw that Tang Zhenglong was chatting with the opponent's defender, not to say that Inzaghi was not like this, but that no one in the world except Tang Zhenglong would do this.

In fact, Tang Zhenglong seldom chatted recently, but the opponent's defender Alan Hughes was too friendly and took the initiative to talk to him.

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"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to like "Astro Boy". I like it too."

Alan Hughes looks like a big and thick guy, but he likes watching anime very much.

"Let me tell you, our country's "Gourd Baby" looks better."

"What is a gourd baby?"

Tang Zhenglong began to tell stories.

Alan Hughes was fascinated.

"Then I must look for it."

"Must! You won't regret it."

At this moment, Alan Hughes and Tang Zhenglong felt the coolness on the back of their necks at the same time, as if they were being stared at by something, and turned their heads to see that it was the referee.

"What are you doing?"

"Talk about... football."

The referee doesn't care so much, one yellow card per person.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, this referee is very stupid, he showed yellow cards for chatting, and let people die.

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Moratti wanted to hit the seat in front of him with his head. What kind of fool did he do to come here to watch the game?
"Jose, this guy got a yellow card for chatting, don't tell me you want me to sign him for £6000 million?"

"Jose, it's not easy for my father to earn some money and pass it on to me. You can't treat me like this."

Mourinho was also dumbfounded. Could it be that the fat man didn't make it clear to Tang Zhenglong?
(End of this chapter)