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Chapter 606 Take Me With You
The office building of the Villarreal training base, the head coach's office.

Pellegrini sorted out the several documents he had read in his hand, put them away, sighed softly, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the players are training, no different from before, earnestly completing every training item.But Pellegrini knew that everything was different. At least, his players were not as calm as they appeared.

In the penultimate round of the league that just passed, they drew a draw with their arch-rival Valencia at home. If it was in the past, they would have accepted any result of the game, but obviously For the team at this time in this game, only scoring one point is a devastating blow-because it means that Villarreal has lost control of their destiny.

The team has worked hard for a season, but in the end it is very likely that the bamboo basket will be empty. Such a result is unacceptable to anyone.

But the fact is that their ranking has dropped to fifth in the league with a two-point disadvantage, and Atletico Madrid has replaced them and successfully reached the top four in the league.Although there is still the last round of the league, Villarreal may not have the opportunity to regain the No.4 in the league, but the initiative is no longer in their hands.Even if they sweep away the decline and use a victory to make a good end to the league, but if Atletico Madrid still wins, then next season, Villarreal will only be able to play in the UEFA Cup.

This season's Champions League semi-finals, next season can only go to the UEFA Cup. I have tasted the highest level of European club competitions, but I want to play a UEFA Cup that has dropped by more than one level in terms of gold content, influence, and attention. Very unpleasant.

"Since when did I, and my team, even dismiss the UEFA Cup?"

There was something wrong in Pellegrini's heart, and it was this wrong feeling that made him laugh at himself.When he first came to the small town and took over the team, Villarreal was still struggling on the verge of relegation. Although he came here with ambition back then, if someone Tell him that after a few years, his team will become a strong team in La Liga, and even be able to reach the semi-finals of the Champions League, and more than once, I am afraid he will ridicule the opponent's brain, otherwise how can he talk nonsense in the daytime Woolen cloth.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in himself, or that he doesn't have confidence in his players, but that he feels that no matter how hard he and the club work hard, as long as a country team wants to grow into a strong league team, it needs ten Years, 20 years...but now...

Thinking of this, Pellegrini shook his head mockingly. In the past, their goal was to relegation every year. Now at least they can play in the UEFA Cup next season. It is embarrassing.

After sighing for a while, Pellegrini continued to stand on the sidelines and looked at the players who were running in full swing below.Being squeezed out of the top four in the final stage of the league, although this is a very painful thing, but no matter what, life has to go on, and the game has to go on, even if Atletico Madrid still doesn't give them the final round. Half a chance, but at least they have to work hard to win the game, maybe a miracle will happen?
Doing your best is more meaningful than doing nothing.

At least, do what they can do first, maybe they will be able to seize the opportunity when it comes.

While thinking this way, a crisp bell rang suddenly in the empty office.It was the phone vibrating on the desk.

Pellegrini walked over, picked up the phone, and looked at the name of the caller displayed on the screen, he suddenly lost his mind.But just a little surprised, he pressed the answer button.

"The season is coming to an end, Monsieur Manuel."

There was an unusually calm voice on the phone, the owner of the voice seemed to be chatting casually with an old friend, so casual.

But Pellegrini knew that he was not that familiar with the owner of the voice. Although they sometimes sent text messages to greet each other on some important days, in fact, some practical topics, Both of them were too sensitive to touch.

"Yeah, the season is coming to an end, Mr. Perez."

Pellegrini sighed and said something like this. When he said this, he felt a sense of loss in his heart. After all, he really wanted to lead the small town team to achieve good results, not to mention fighting for the league. Champion, but also let the team keep the top four position and qualify for the Champions League next season, but now it seems that this hope is undoubtedly very slim.

"Unfortunately, you fell out of the top four in the league."

If someone else said something like this, Pellegrini might think that the other party was calling to mock or watch a joke, but the person on the other end of the phone was the newly re-appointed chairman of Real Madrid, Florentino, Pellegrini didn't think the other party would be so boring, and he could hear a slight disappointment from the other party's tone.

Thinking that a team like Real Madrid, which aims to win the championship every season, is now only ranked third in the league, and it’s nothing more than being suppressed by the arch-enemy Barcelona, ​​and it’s even suppressed by an ordinary team like Sevilla. The arrogant Lafayette was also full of displeasure, so Pellegrini naturally felt a feeling of "the same people who have fallen into the world".

Sure enough, on the phone, Florentino's tone became more regretful and unwilling. Pellegrini could even imagine that on the other end of the phone, Florentino held the phone with a cold expression on his face.

"I'm also full of regrets for my team, we were once again in the competition and were beaten by the Catalan guys. So, I still stand by my opinion, Calderon is an idiot, Because he will have a good hand and play the worst hand!"

"So, Mr. Perez, you are back."

Pellegrini smiled.

"I hope to change this passive situation. Real Madrid is the best club in the world. The place where it should stay is the peak of the mountain, instead of standing on the mountainside and watching others step on their heads to stand on the top."

"I heard that after that conversation, you seem to have signed a new contract with Villarreal? There seems to be a not-so-small liquidated damages?... You know, Mr. Manuel, I don't I don’t want to accuse you of anything, because in my opinion, the more valuable an excellent coach is, the more he is worth my money.”

"You know what I mean? So, my question is, are you ready?"

When Florentino said the last sentence, Pellegrini, who had already had a premonition in his heart, couldn't help being stunned for a while. At this moment, he had already walked back to the window with his mobile phone. The players are still running, looking at the group of disciples who have walked with him all the way to this day, Pellegrini suddenly has the impulse to refuse, but in the end, his reason still defeated his sensibility.

He has long decided to leave after the end of the season, and he has a "napkin" agreement with Florentino. Most importantly, he wants to go to a bigger stage and reap greater honors—— He is eager for success, eager to become a real world-class champion coach!

In fact, he also thought that if Florentino forgets this "promise", then he will pretend that this incident has never happened, and then take Villarreal to continue the battle with peace of mind, but obviously, Florentino Lentino is a person with a very "contractual spirit". He defeated Calderon in the general election as he wished, and when the season was about to be technical, he called and fulfilled the agreement.

Although the team is likely to only play in the UEFA Cup next season, it is somewhat inappropriate to choose to leave, and it may even leave others with a bad image of "wealth can be shared, but we can't share weal and woe". Legrini really has no way to refuse the temptation from Real Madrid.

"of course."

This was Pellegrini's answer to Florentino.

Then the two parties hung up the phone, and there was no extra communication, because everything was silent, and both of them knew what they should do next.

Pellegrini's eyes gradually became firm, and after letting out a long breath, when he turned around again, his eyes changed rapidly, from firmness to astonishment. He saw a thin figure, just Then stood at the door of the office, like a wooden stake, staring at him steadily.

Pellegrini has seen such blank eyes many times before, but this time, Pellegrini was still a little flustered, because he felt that this time, Fan Bizhuang was not in a daze , but "despised" him with his eyes - despised him for being a deserter in a small town.

Although he probably felt that this was just his own illusion, Pellegrini still waved his hand in embarrassment and said, "Fan, why are you here?"

"Is that a call from over there?" Fan Bizhuang still looked indifferent, as if he was talking about some trivial things casually, before Pellegrini could answer, he seemed to be asking himself and answering again. Added, "I heard your conversation. It was very loud on the phone."

Hearing what Fan Bizhuang said, Pellegrini could only continue to nod awkwardly.

In fact, he wanted to explain. After all, Fan Bizhuang knew about the fact that he was likely to leave the small town, but Fan Bizhuang didn't give him a chance to explain, and he quickly repeated himself. made a sound.

But what he said made Pellegrini a little shocked.

"Mr. Manuel, did what you said before count?"

"what?"

"Take me away with you."

Pellegrini was dumbfounded, and twitched the corner of his mouth in shock. Then, he saw Fan Bizhuang had turned around, drifted away, and slowly disappeared at the end of the passage.

　PS: Thanks to book friend Zeus for the ponytail and book friend Tao Hua still laughing at the spring breeze for their rewards, sincerely thank you for playing football!Thank you for your support!
　　
　
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