fat man who can't play football

Chapter 146

The fat man called Yevetz as soon as he got off the plane: "Hi, buddy, how is your family doing?"

"Oh, dude (brother), it's not that good to be honest. I think you heard, Alex (Mowat) has to go. And it doesn't look like this is the last player to leave us this summer. "

"Damn, is Cellino crazy? What the hell is he trying to do? I didn't even hear a word about this sale."

"It sounds terrible, but I have to tell you, Steve, that I was caught off guard by an old guy I knew at the club office.

Maybe we will be in a little trouble. Cellino is very dissatisfied with you for preventing him from selling Cook. After all, Cook's value has dropped a lot after he was not selected for the national team.

Also, Juventus is very interested in Bernardeschi. After seeing the young man's performance in the last round of the group stage, they decided to act first. They have already provided the first official offer, which is said to be very generous. Cellino was moved. "

"Fuck, that old man is out of money. No, I was going to put up with it, but if I keep going, he'll sell out the team."

"Steve, you can figure it out, the team just got a little better and it's like this, hey..."

"Don't worry, I will never let the team sink again."

The fat man gave up and went back to the apartment, dragged his luggage and stopped the taxi and ran to the club.

He suddenly felt the door of Cellino's office, and originally wanted to kick the door in.

Fat Brother took a few breaths, feeling that he was a little out of breath from running just now, and he was a little tired to jump up again.

I had to put my luggage at the door and push the door open.

What a coincidence, Salerno, you little slut is here.

Uh... Not quite right, why did he have a sense of seeing the rape on the bed, the fat man tidied up his coat and calmed down his agitated emotions.

"Uh, Steve, shouldn't you be scouting players in France?" "Slut" Salerno asked first.

"Uh..., I saw some interesting news on Twitter, and I couldn't help but want to share it with the chairman and the director. I will read it to the two: On June 2016, 6, Leeds United player Mowat died at 22 Transfer to Barnsley at a price of £750, which shows Barnsley's ambition to surpass."

"..."

There was an eerie silence.

"Steve, I think you may have misunderstood something." Cellino paused after speaking, and adjusted his sunglasses so that he could observe the fat man's expression.

"I didn't misunderstand anything, I just want to explain a fact: I signed the contract as Manager, I have the right to be responsible for the transfer of the entire team, and now my team has one less person, and I, tmd turned out to be the last One knows."

"Calm down, Steve. Maybe you don't know that the current situation of the club is not very good. I owed too much money to the bank before. Just paying the interest on this part of the arrears makes people breathless.

And this time Barnsley's bid is too generous. Can you think of a team's rotation players who can sell so much money?That's a full £750 million!
To be honest, the club needs the money.

Steve, you have to understand that Leeds' current situation is not as good as those big clubs, we can only find a way to make our own blood. "

The fat man was about to have a myocardial infarction because of this big call, so he could only sit heavily on the sofa and take a big gulp of water from the Cellino glass.

The chairman originally wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his hand.

"Well, I also understand the club's difficulties, but I must have the right to know about the next team transfer, and I also have my own bottom line. Some players must not move!"

The more the fat man spoke, the more excited he became, and his saliva almost sprayed on Cellino's sunglasses.

"I understand, Steve. I think everyone's goal is the same, and it's all for the development of the team."

"So, what I want to ask is whether Bernardeschi has received a formal offer."

Cellino heard this, and turned his head skillfully to Salerno.This is blatant dumping.

Director Salerno was forced by the boss's coercion, so he had no choice but to accept the pot abruptly, "Uh, Steve, I think you have also learned about the team just now, you must know that the Elland Road Stadium is still closed. Not ours and the fans are desperate for us to redeem him."

The fat man complained for a while: "Eland Road has been sold for almost 12 years. If you could redeem it, you would have redeemed it long ago? What are you waiting for all these years? Waiting for this little money from selling players?"

But these words can't be said, now is not the time to tear your face.

Seeing that the fat man did not run away, Salerno went on to say: "Juventus gave us a very sincere offer, the total value will reach 3000 million euros, of which 2000 million euros is the first payment."

Fatty didn't expect the old lady to pay such attention to it. You must know that Zi Beibei's joining price last summer was only 1000 million pounds, which was only a short year.

The fat man was so sad that he suddenly felt a little helpless. Even if he argued vigorously, he probably wouldn't be able to convince the two greedy guys in front of him.

But you must not just give in like this, or the team will be dismembered, and you have to create some obstacles for them.

"Well, I think you guys haven't realized enough about Bernardeschi, he's a great lad, Juventus have to pay more for him, 4000 million euros, the main bid reaches that amount, I agree to let him go .

And I have a little request. "

Salerno felt something was wrong, and turned to look at Cellino.

Cellino nodded slightly.

"So, Steve, talk about your little request."

"The team can sell people, but part of the transfer fee needs to be used to strengthen the team. I can provide the team with a list of signings."

"I think, as long as it doesn't exceed what the team can bear, I can agree to your request. Then please let me hear what you have gained from your trip to France."

"Uh..., my plan is that next season the team will focus on a 433-[-]-[-] formation, and now we have too few midfielders, so I have designated two reinforcements in the European Cup.

For Joe Allen of Wales and Sigurdsson of Iceland, the "big sniper", it is best to win both at the same time, and if it is not possible, make sure to win one of them.

Joe Allen is in good form now, and his value will definitely increase after the European Cup. He has no place in Liverpool, and this is the best chance to win him.

I don't need to say more about Sigurdsson, his performance in the Premier League is obvious to all, but Swansea's asking price may not be low.

That's what I'm trying to say, we gotta hurry up. "

Cellino laughed, "Steve, look, there is no problem that cannot be solved, this is a misunderstanding.

I think the director can handle all of this. At this time, I have to drink some red wine.Is it right? "

The fat man didn't want to stay any longer, and he didn't want to know the twists and turns behind these things. He just wanted to see what the Italians would do next.

"No, Chairman. My luggage is still outside. I have to go home and pack it first."

"Hehe, Steve. You'll regret what a bottle you missed."

The fat man was not in the mood to exchange pleasantries, so he turned his head and left the office.

On June 2016, 6, the quarter-finals of the Italian national team had not yet started.

Italian reporter Romano broke the news: Leeds winger Bernardeschi will join Juventus after the European Cup, the transfer fee is 4000 million euros.

When the fat man saw the news, he was about to scold his mother.

The phone vibrated again, and a text message came from Salerno: Liverpool agreed to our bid of 1000 million pounds, and now we can talk to Allen about the contract.

The fat man thought that Joe Allen joined Stoke City at a price of 1300 million pounds after the European Cup. Now this bid will not be cut off.

Immediately returned a text message to Salerno: Well done, please finish the contract as soon as possible.

"okay!"

The torture of going out and going in made Fatty go crazy, this feeling of wanting to scold but not being able to scold is really too aggrieved.

Now there is one more headache, Fatty has to help the team find a left winger.

After the summer window came, and the team hadn't even showed up yet, four of them were already leaving, and there was one who wanted to leave and no one wanted it.

Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't wait to slam his head on the wall, but he was a little afraid of pain, so he finally slammed on the desk.

Desk os: What evil did I do in my previous life to be tortured by an ugly monster like you!
(End of this chapter)