Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 54 Porto's Mentors and Apprentices ([-])
"Good morning, grandma, did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, my little Andre, I slept very well last night. Well, I can understand the restlessness of a 17-year-old middle school boy, but why don't you want to eat at home? Run every morning Going out, dressed so formally, which girl are you going to date? A lady will not go out so early, my confused little Andre..."

The young man stroked his curly ginger hair, smiled softly and said, "Grandma, I really don't go on a date. As for clothes, you've always told me that a gentleman should pay attention to his appearance, no matter what time he should be, right? ?”

Both grandparents and grandchildren use English when they talk, which is not common in Portuguese families, but the housekeepers and servants are already used to it. Andre’s grandmother Margaret is an authentic British nobleman. Ma'am, how is it so strange to teach a grandson to speak fluent and authentic English?

Andre rejected the housekeeper's proposal to call a driver for him. His goal is not far from home, he only needs to walk a short distance, and the fanfare will destroy his long-planned plan.

As early as January, he saw a piece of news in a local newspaper in Porto that was bolded and emphasized, and England's famous coach Robson parachuted into Porto.From then on, Andre began to think about a plan that could change the trajectory of his life. He no longer wanted to submissively obey his family's arrangements, and his studies were far less important than football.

The words and deeds of his grandmother Margaret, his father's study abroad experience in the UK, and the enlightenment of "Colegio Mira Rio" - a private aristocratic college in Cross River, gave Andre a pure British accent, which is the most important basic skill. Because English can help him get close to the legendary coach-Bobby Robson.

Andre's enthusiasm for football is something that many people can't imagine. He was registered as a member of the Porto club by his family when he was only three years old. He watched the match where Porto defeated Bayern Munich and won the Champions League trophy at the age of nine.

After that, he moved to amateur clubs such as Liberense and Lamardence. When he was a goalkeeper, he had no chance to play because of his buttery hands, and he was unable to prove himself because of his weak body. Although Andre's player experience was very "failure", But the seeds of football have been planted deeply, just waiting for an opportunity to break through the ground.

He knew in his heart that this opportunity, even Mr. Robson, must be Mr. Robson, and he couldn't wait.

Andre went to the newsstand on the corner of the street, bought all the sports newspapers that were newly released today, neatly folded them and put them in his backpack. He slowly walked across the street while thinking about what might happen.

After careful investigation and "following", Andre found that the coffee shop was the most frequented by the old man during breakfast time, and it was perfect for creating opportunities for "chance encounters".

So he started squatting a week ago, ordering a cup of coffee at a conspicuous place ten minutes in advance every day, writing and scribbling in front of the pile of newspapers, sometimes closing his eyes and meditating, and sometimes recording some thoughts and feelings. In the notebook, although it is somewhat against the law for a teenager to behave so maturely, Andre still tried his best to look professional.

Although it was a deliberate act, he was indeed immersed in the mixed football information in the newspaper. Sometimes after writing a long paragraph of notes that satisfied him, Andre only found out when he raised his head and moved his body that Mr. Robson had already Not in the cafe anymore, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, turning his attention back to the remaining newspapers.

Andre pulled out the thick stack of sports newspapers, looked at the steaming coffee cup in front of him, and suddenly took a deep breath. Then, in his mind, the sounds of the clinking of cups, footsteps and words all around him instantly All fell silent.

Another day, wish me luck.

……

Mr. Bobby Robson is very distressed now, not because the fluffy white bread is not tasty enough, nor is it because the hand-ground coffee lacks some burnt aroma. This little distress is purely from curiosity. My curiosity is very persistent.

The owner of the cafe can speak a little English, and he has become quite familiar with the old jazz these days. When Mr. Robson is ordering food, he can chat with him a few words, but still can't communicate with him in depth. thing.

At the beginning, the boss often choked out a few strange half-English and half-Portuguese words in front of the dark blue logo of Porto on the wall, but Robson could only shake his head helplessly, indicating that he did not understand. After a few times of tossing, Both gave up trying.

Mr. Robson took a sip of his coffee, sighed lowly, and continued to eat his breakfast alone.

"Jose, José, I really want your working time to be earlier~" The old jazz thought to himself, raised his head, and saw the weird little guy at the end of the aisle again.

A few days ago, he had noticed Andre in the corner by a chance glance as he was leaving the cafe.The young man looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and his curly ginger hair lightly covered his forehead and temples, adding some cute elements to the handsome and fair boy. Thinking of this, Mr. Robson couldn't help laughing out loud , he is simply like a "little carrot"!

The "Carrot" boy's breakfast routine seems to be very complicated. The baked bread is often put aside after a few bites. He always spreads the sports newspapers of the day on the table, and writes long paragraphs in his notebook while browsing. For long paragraphs, sometimes the team's formation layout is drawn, and some incomprehensible symbols are quickly marked on the side.

After discovering that the striker of that formation was his subordinate Domingos Pacencia in Porto, Mr. Robson became even more itchy. He wanted to know what this young man was doing, but he was afraid that he would not be able to communicate with him several times. I got up and went over to ask, but hesitated to speak.

That Dominguez made a lot of mistakes in training yesterday, which indirectly proved that his decision to abandon him was very wise, but Mr. Robson was still very curious. The Porto people talk about their proudest team, but his gold medal interpreter Mourinho does not go to work for breakfast.

There is a proverb in English, "Curiosity killed the cat", curiosity will kill the cat, but today Robson couldn't help it.

"God, it's so painful not being able to chat, forgive my curiosity, I'm just going to give it a try, say hi a little, try my luck..."

The old jazz stood up, walked slowly to the boy's side, and asked softly in English with a smile, "Hello, young man, may I know your name?"

　Tomorrow the first volume will officially end, plus some promises to talk about, please continue to collect and recommend!

　　


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