Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 26 Choices Without Choices
When the kind person in charge of Bilan Luns also shook his head, Jose found in despair that Lisbon had no Portuguese Liga team that could accept Young.

The arrogance and arrogance of Benfica, the polite indifference of Bilenlens, and the dark drama during the morning meeting of Sporting Lisbon, the three most magnificent gates of the city all shut Jan out.

Under the oppression of the top three in Lisbon, the football market of the secondary league teams is all bleak. Reaching the top is a elusive dream. The reality is that even the ability to support the normal turnover of the first team is very lacking.

Sporting Portugal, a team with a very similar name to Sporting Lisbon, can only accommodate 2500 people at its home stadium, Tapardinia Stadium, and many facilities are not even comparable to the Alcochete base.When Jose and Young arrived at the place, it was almost dark, and the players who finished training were leaving in twos and threes.

Jose quickly stepped forward to stop the security guard who was about to close the gate, and said earnestly: "Mr. Security Guard! Please wait! Ah, sorry, I am bringing my son to apply for joining your club's youth training. Excuse me. Is the person in charge still in there now?"

The security guard squinted at him a few times, then turned around and shouted into the sentry box.

"Did you see Mr. Delcador go out?"

Seeing that everyone shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders to show that they didn't see it, he glanced at his watch and said to Jose, "Maybe he is going to the parking lot right now, it's at the corner on the right, hurry up, maybe he can be caught , remember, a blue station wagon."

After Jose thanked him, he took Yang and ran to the direction he pointed. As soon as he entered the parking lot, he found the blue car driving out of the parking space.

Jose yelled and waved his hands before the car stopped before leaving the parking lot. He hurried to the side with Jan, but panted heavily and didn't say a word:

"Mr. de... del... Cardo?"

The car window came down slowly, and Delcardo asked with a puzzled expression, "I'm Delcardo, but we don't seem to know each other, so what can I do?"

Jose took a breath, put his arms around Yang's shoulders and brought him up, and said quickly: "Mr. Delcado, this is my son, Jan. I want him to pass the assessment and join your team's youth training. He With three years of training experience, his basic skills are very good, and several coaches have praised him, saying that he will be an excellent midfield brain..."

Hearing this, Delcardo showed hesitation instead. He touched his nose and said, "From your description, it seems that this young man should go to a big club to develop, and the three powerful players in Lisbon will love him very much." This style of young student, although he looks a little thin, um, he's a little short..."

"They don't even give them a chance to try out, Mr. Delcado...I know that Portuguese sports also pay more attention to youth training, please let my son try!" Although Jose felt that he came here because he was rejected That's perfect, but there's no other way but to bite the bullet and tell the whole story.

Delcardo shook his head, pointed at Young and said to Jose: "Although it's a bit hard to say, let me tell you. Because last season's revenue was not good, the new chairman of the club cut a lot of youth training funds. Now we have put The junior group and part of the youth group were disbanded, and only players over the age of 16 remained. It is useless if your son comes, there is no field, no coach, and no peers..."

Looking at Jose's disappointed face, he had no choice but to put on an apologetic smile: "I'm really sorry that I made you go for nothing."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up the window of the car, and the car started to emit a bad smell of black smoke, while Jose stood motionless, with a dull expression on his face. He had searched all the well-known teams in Lisbon, and he was completely helpless. .

The night had already arrived as expected, and under the extremely high wattage lights in the parking lot, the shadows of people seemed to be melted away by the scorching white light.Jose only felt that he was very small, and the world was far away, as if everything was separated by a layer of frosted glass. He couldn't see the overlapping shadows of the mountains and paths, and couldn't hear the barking of dogs and the sound of horns...

"Dad, I'm a little hungry..."

"Then we'll go back to dinner."

He tightened the backpack he was carrying, grabbed Yang's hand, and walked down the street.There are not many houses here, the street lights are half-bright, and the alleys at the foot of the building are even darker. Seeing this, Yang moved closer to his father.

"Look at the black hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to catch up and kill him~"

Jose's singing was unsteady, and his tone was a bit weird, but the little timidity he felt just now was already smashed by the imaginary general, Mr. Gao Chong with four flags on his back, with the shovel-headed overlord gun. It was smashed.

"Dad, what are you singing about?"

"It was your mother who taught me. She said that when you encounter difficulties or feel afraid, sing it once, and you will be able to give birth to undue courage."

"Then I want to learn too!"

"I'll teach you when I go back after dinner, your mother left behind several Peking Opera tapes..."

Afraid of the hammer, who said that you teams have no choice if you don’t want it?Didn't Mourinho mention a small team at the end, what is it called, Lisbon Orient?

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Early the next morning, Jose brought Young to the Portuguese Railway Stadium, which is where the Orient Club of Lisbon is located. Although he had made preparations in advance, when he saw the size of the venue, his heart was still cold. .

This is too small!The stands can hold 1000 people even if they are fully loaded, and there is half a mountain of dirt next to it. No wonder Mourinho said that not many people pay attention.

It's quite close to the downtown area, but I haven't heard of it. I'm afraid that only a few blocks away know about this team, and fewer people are willing to buy tickets to watch the game.Maybe the usual utilization rate of the stands is less than half. The situation where 1000 people are fully seated should only be when the Portuguese Cup is played, because maybe you will meet a more famous team.

In order to prevent the people in the club from directly attacking Yang because of his height and physique, Jose behaved himself this time and asked Yang to wait in the lobby.

When the staff ushered him to the door of the office, Jose was really muttering. He thought that the door of the student dormitory at the Alcochete base was better than the one in front of him.

But there is no way now, no matter how bleak and weak the club is, it is also a life-saving straw. Otherwise, the choice left for Yang is to either leave Lisbon and go to other cities, or degenerate and go to an ordinary community club.

Jose wouldn't choose either of these two paths. He didn't want his son to leave his side, and the community club wasn't worthy of Yang's talent at all. After going there, he didn't even have a chance to make his mark.

When he walked into the room and shook hands with the youth training director named Antonio, Jose was in extremely complicated moods, but he still showed the same smile as before, and said loudly: "Hello, Mr. Antonio, my name is Jose Rodriguez... "

He described Young's technical style and training emphasis in a clear and orderly manner, and also said the comments of Garcia and Mourinho, and finally even slightly mentioned the unfair treatment he received at Sporting Lisbon. Antonio nodded repeatedly when he heard it. , I also wrote down some content in my notebook.

"Mr. Rodriguez, I understand what you said. But there is one thing I need to tell you. Our Orient Lisbon youth training system does not include the junior echelon you mentioned. We only have U15 and U20, and These players are re-drafted from nearby community clubs.

In other words, even if our club contracts out the junior echelon, the youngest children in the team are all 12 years old now. I am afraid that your son will not be able to keep up with the U15 training progress. "

Seeing Jose's dumbfounded look, Antonio smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry, it's difficult for small clubs to do youth training. If possible, I can introduce the little guy to a few community clubs I know well, and let him meet the age Come try out."

Jose shook his head. Although the dizziness hit his head, he tried his best to calm himself down: "To tell you the truth, I have tried several clubs with my son, but they are all because of age. Or I refused because of my physique, as for the community club, I don’t think about it, going there is a waste of a child’s talent.”

"I beg you, give my son a chance to try on the court. I believe he is no worse than those twelve or thirteen-year-old kids. As for the progress of training, Young is very diligent and hardworking at Sporting Lisbon. You don't have to worry about it. "

Antonio saw that he couldn't convince the father, he was a little displeased, but he didn't show it. After a few vague words, he took Jose to prepare to go downstairs. According to him, he wanted to see what was going on with Jan's body, but In fact, he was going to fool around and send the father and son away.

They went down the stairs to the hall, but Jose was surprised to find that Jan wasn't here. He ran to several corners and looked around the room, but there was nothing there.

The son is gone!He was terrified in his heart, and was about to shout Yang's name, but there was a burst of applause from the training field not far from the hall door, which shook the hall echoing continuously.

Antonio was a little angry. He walked to the door in two or three steps and started yelling: "What are you doing! Training is training. Why are you making noise here? Is there any discipline..."

As he spoke, he froze in place, because he saw the two most proud defenders in his U15 team being easily swayed by someone like a dummy or a vertical pole, and made a high-speed emergency stop to get rid of it. The child was thin and small, more than a head shorter than them.

This black-haired boy, tossing and turning like a swallow slinking low in the forest, his step frequency is light and quick, like a bird's wings making ripples on the water surface. Also clumsy.

Knocking his heels and turning his toes, he has already dodged behind the two defenders, and his speed has not slowed down at all...

Antonio swears, that change of direction is just like the Z drawn by Zorro's long sword, and it is not much faster than the speed of lightning...

Yang kicked the ball behind the side, the ball flew high, hit the crossbar, still unabated, rebounded downward with a bang, and smashed into the goal.

He shook his head. This is a regular No. 5 football, which is a circle larger than the No. 4 football used in Sporting Lisbon before. He is a little uncomfortable. This time, it should have been steadily screwed in from the dead corner of the side post.

Jan walked up to Jose, and when he passed by the man at the door, he was still a little surprised. He didn't expect that a man's jaw could droop so long.

"Dad, how are you doing with this club?"

Jose was a little embarrassed and hesitant, not knowing what to say, when Antonio jumped over like a leopard, held his hand and said eagerly, "Successful! Let's do it! Yes, your son and we The club wants it!!!”

Seeing him like this, Jose smiled heartily. He stretched out his hand to touch Yang's head, and pointed to the logo of Lisbon Orient Club on the wall of the lobby. Seeing the pattern on the abbreviated team name COL, A bright smile appeared on Yang's face.

It was a golden eagle, almost exactly the same as Benfica's, although it felt very fake...

　In the second update that was agreed, Yang finally ended his teamless state, and continued to ask for collections and recommendations!
　　


(End of this chapter)