Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 22 Leaving Straight Up
The summer in Lisbon is already dry and hot. The showers that just stopped at dawn, its dampness and stickiness faced the invasion of the sun, and it only lasted for four or five hours before being transpired into wisps of water vapor. , Gradually disappeared until there was no trace at all.

Thanks to the sun, Paul Mensa's office was much warmer, and Jose Rodriguez's cough was relieved a little. You know, the slightly shady air outside just now was not at all harmful to his fragile alveoli. friendly.

"Mr. Rodriguez, I have to ask you some questions as usual. This is the rule of the Alcochete base. I'm sorry." He said sorry, but Mensa couldn't even see the shadow of apology on his face.

Jose changed the position of the chair, raised his head to feel the temperature of the sun, nodded in satisfaction and said: "Mr. Mensa, I can understand your intention to move the conversation place here, but it doesn't mean that I will talk to you. I'm talking nonsense here, so please try to save each other's time."

"Very good." Mensa didn't take this ambiguous remark as disobedience, and asked with a pen, "Do you have any objections to the current situation of Sporting Lisbon's youth training system?"

"no comment."

"Are you satisfied with the work of the coaching staff at all levels of the youth training base?"

"Satisfactory, if that doesn't include you."

"Is the request to leave the team related to the early invitation of other teams?"

"No, but I don't mind having that connection."

"And the reason for leaving Sporting Lisbon?"

After this question was asked, the room suddenly fell into silence. Jose glanced at Mensa who was quickly transcribing the application for leaving the team, took a long breath, and said, "I must admit that I am making up the reason." Actually, I'm really just a rookie compared to you guys. So, Mr. Mensa, can you give me a good suggestion? As long as it doesn't fail the assessment, it's fine."

"Mr. Rodriguez, I also have to admit that your talent in litigation has been completely buried by the club. If this was a court, you would be making an indirect accusation. Can I understand that?" Mensa finished speaking Then he stopped writing, and gently rubbed the ink on his fingertips.

Seeing that Pednio lost all dignity in front of the crowd, José, who wanted to stimulate Mensa with words, was at a loss for words at this time, as if he was punching hard in the air, but shocked himself.

Paul Mensa, who was hiding behind the table out of the light, was as calm as a wild lake at the moment, and no matter how sharp his words were, he could not make any waves. Even now he has not looked up at the other party.

If it wasn't for the coveted position of Sporting Lisbon, if it wasn't for the rare opportunity, would he go back to the old way and stay in Alcochete for more than the first half of the year?
He, Paul Mensah, has traveled to many countries, played in countless small and medium clubs, stayed in the youth training camp, led the first team, fired squid and ate until he was full. A sour word, will the run lose its color?

So when Mensa wrote "not suitable for the team's style" in the column of reasons for leaving the team, Jose had already lost his position. Just as Garcia was shocked by Mensa's calmness at the beginning, he was also a little dazed.

But then Jose realized that he hadn't forgotten the purpose of this confrontation with Mensa, so when the application for leaving the team was handed over to the table, he took a step forward, stared at Paul Mensa and said, "This is I voluntarily left the team, so I want to get Yang's original file, except for the confidential training data, I want everything."

Only then did Mensa raise his head, piercing his eagle-like eyes, as if he could see through Jose's thoughts, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Rodriguez, this is not buying vegetables at the market. Let you bargain. I said that everyone's files are with Coach Garcia, and they can be picked up at any time after leaving the team. If you want it now, I can ask Coach Cesar to get it first."

After calling Cesar, he pointed to the application for leaving the team on the table and said softly, "So, save some time."

Jose was hesitant in reaching out to the pen. Although he and Yang had reached a consensus on leaving the team in advance, but at this moment, it is still difficult to be so firm and decisive...

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor, and with a bang, the door of the office was pushed open. Mensa and Jose looked at the figure bent over the doorknob with expressions of astonishment.

Mourinho paused for a few seconds, looked up and scanned the two people in the room, recognized Jose who looked similar to raised eyebrows, and hurriedly said to him, "Think again..."

Paul Mensah knew the little translator next to Robson. Cesar mentioned what happened during the confrontation match. This is another troublesome guy. I just hope he won't mess up today's game.

Jose didn't recognize him, but out of politeness he put down the pen in his hand, got up and asked, "Hi, are you here to see Mr. Paul Mensa? If yes, please wait for a while, I'll be right here soon... "

Mourinho had already closed the door, approached him, shook hands with him, and said, "Mr. Rodriguez, I'm here to find you. My name is Jose Mourinho."

Hearing the name, Jose immediately remembered what Garcia said before, smiled, and shook the hand with Mourinho friendly a few times: "Coach Garcia mentioned it to me, Jan The day I was injured was really thanks to you, I was just saying that I have been looking for you to thank you in person for the past two days."

Mensa looked at the two people in front of him who hated seeing each other late, and secretly thought that it was not good, but his face was still calm, he tapped on the table lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, it's better to chat first. Stop it..."

As he said that, he turned to Mourinho again: "Little Jose, I have persuaded the student's parents for a long time, but he still insists on asking to leave the team voluntarily. If you have an idea, you can help me persuade him..."

Mensah expected that this Mourinho was definitely not here to help him, but he always had to find out his intentions before he could see the tricks, so he deliberately sold a loophole to see who is behind him affecting this matter. who.

Mourinho has already learned the whole story from Garcia, and he naturally knows how to discuss the issue of leaving the team. As for the persuasion Mensa just said, one of the two pretended to stay, and the other sincerely If you want to leave, don't say it's him, it's useless to call the most slippery person in the city.

As the saying goes, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, but firecrackers can.

So he leaned forward and said to Jose: "You need to reconsider this matter. I have already told Coach Robson about Young's performance in the test match. He believed in my vision and agreed to let Young go directly to the U12 echelon, so whatever plans you have, think again."

Hearing Bobby Robson's name, Mensa grew angry. You are the head coach of the first team. Why do you meddle in the affairs of my youth training camp? When it comes to personnel changes in the echelon, you don't discuss it with me first. make a decision.

Chairman Sintra thinks I am a spare tire, so what do you think I am?A servant who manages chores?
The veins on his forehead popped up, and his teeth were gritted, but he restrained himself abruptly, and said in a cold voice: "Alcochete base has regulations, and the junior youth training echelons are not under the jurisdiction of the head coach of the first team."

Mourinho frowned when he heard the words. He didn't expect Paul Mensah to be so merciless, so he could only put on a smile and replied: "Mr. Mensah, it is all about cultivating talents for the club, there is no need..."

"This is the scope of my duties, Mr. Mourinho, if you have any complaints, you can complain to the club." Mensa's face was completely cold, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

Mourinho still wanted to say more, but there was a knock on the door, and Cesar walked in with two file bags.Seeing that there were three people in the room, he was also a little puzzled, but he still put the things on the table.

Jose opened the bag, and his expression changed within two pages. He pointed to the record on it and was about to ask Mensa a question, but he didn't catch his breath twice, coughed and his face flushed.

Mourinho also stepped forward to take a quick glance. The data in the file is very mediocre, and it is impossible to arouse interest at all. This is not Young's file at all, or it has been tampered with.At this moment, Jose had already tore open another bag, and it was full of neat shreds of paper cut out by the shredder...

These paper notes, which are too small to see the original content, should be the original files that Garcia promised. Yang’s strength and talent will not be lost there, but without this thing, the three years of studying in Lisbon Experience, what is it?

Jose suddenly felt a little sick, Cesar's fat face was disgusting, Mensa's gloomy face was also disgusting, they did everything possible to obstruct you, hinder you, even if you choose to leave, in the end they still have to come again Disgusting you.

Jose grabbed the leaving application form and was about to sign his name on the guardian column. In his opinion, the content written by Mensa on it was disgusting, and he didn't even want to touch this paper or pen. one second.

Seeing this, Mourinho immediately grabbed his arm, shook his head and persuaded: "Rodriguez, let Young stay in the team first, I will go to Mr. Robson, this matter will not end like this, Don't be too impulsive, think again..."

Jose looked at Mourinho, but quickly calmed down. He suddenly chuckled and patted the other side's arm.

"Mr. Mourinho, in this world, some things are urgent, such as this..." He said and pointed to the application for leaving the team in his hand, "If I don't sign it right away, I will feel very uncomfortable."

"And some things can be very slow. For example, we can have a drink at night, and I will treat you. Of course, you have to drink slowly, otherwise I will cough."

Jose gently broke away from Mourinho's hand, bent down and signed his name seriously on the paper, picked up the document bag full of shredded paper, and was about to push the door to leave.

At this moment, Paul Mensah finally stood up, walked into the sun with some staggering steps, and said slowly to Jose who turned and left: "Out of the club, the road may not be difficult, give the little guy a word , it might be a good thing to leave..."

"Little people can't choose whether to leave or not. We just chose..." Jose opened the door of the office and walked out without looking back. "At least it's just a way to leave with a slightly straighter waist, sir."

"By the way, Mr. Mourinho, the phrase about drinking at night is serious..."

　Mourinho is here again, please collect and recommend tickets!

　　


(End of this chapter)