Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Inter Milan coach Conte delivered a passionate speech in the locker room.

pointed out in his speech.

The whole team has shown a spirit of never giving up. I hope this spirit can accompany the team until the end of the season, leading Inter Milan to win the championship and win more championships!

He especially mentioned Ye Chen's performance.

"Boys, I don't really like to praise a certain player alone. Whether I was a player or after coaching, I always believe that victory belongs to the whole team, and the loss also belongs to the whole team."

"However," Conte paused, walked up to Ye Chen, and kissed his head, "I must say, today's victory is mainly due to Ye Chen's contribution!"

"His hat-trick defended the glory of San Siro and the dignity of Nerazzurri!"

"Today, I am proud of you, and I announce that after the game, the whole team will have a day off!"

"yeah!!!!"

The atmosphere in the locker room was once again pushed to a climax by Conte...

Conte walks out of the dressing room.

Facing the mirror in the hallway, tie yourself a tie.

In 10 minutes, he will go to the press room to participate in the usual post-match press conference.

Take questions from reporters with long guns and short guns.

"Hey~ Disappear, night~ Stars sink~ Victory at dawn!"

Conte hummed the Italian folk song "Nessun Dorma" while licking his palms with his tongue, and then beamingly arranged his hair.

"Conte, something is wrong!"

A deep male voice approached from behind.

Conte looked back and saw that it was Mallorca, the general manager of Inter Milan.

Mallorca squinted her eyes, and leaned against her furtively, as if she was holding some ulterior secret in her arms.

"What's the matter, Brother Ma, why are you in such a panic?"

Conte was a little puzzled.

Mallorca turned his head quickly, saw no one around, and pulled Conte aside, "Listen to me, just now..."

……

Time goes back to 15 minutes ago.

The game just ended.

Mallorca, the general manager of Inter Milan, stepped down from the stands and shook his hands that were so bulging that they were about to peel off.

He smiled.

This game was really soul-stirring, it was enjoyable to watch, and it was comfortable to win!

Hey!

Just when Marotta proudly walked into the player tunnel.

A middle-aged man with thick hair and big eyes stopped him.

"Hold on, Mr. Marotta!"

Marotta discovered that it was the chairman of Paris Saint-Germain, Nasser.

"Oh, Mr. Nasser, hello!"

On Marotta's face, there was a decent smile of business etiquette.

Neither cold nor overly happy.

After a few awkward conversations, the two had nothing to say.

Nasser's expression became more and more complicated, and he hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Nasser, if you have something important, tomorrow, or at a time that is convenient for you, let's sit down and have a good talk." Marotta said after observing the situation.

"No, right now, I need you to give me an answer," Nasser suddenly smiled, "Although this is impolite, I need an accurate answer from you."

"Speak, I'll listen." Marotta respected the chairman of the Paris Club.

"I want to buy Ye Chen, how much is it, please set a price." Nasser said softly.

Marotta, general manager of Inter Milan, was taken aback.

Stop me in the player tunnel, want to buy Ye Chen?

You are so direct!

"Mr. Chairman, Ye Chen is not for sale. He has just signed a new contract with the club. He is very happy in Inter Milan. He will not leave here in a short time." Still maintain a business smile on the Internet.

Want to get Ye Chen away?You think beautifully!

But Nasser was unmoved.

"Mr. Marotta, I know that every club that does business with Paris wants to take more money from me. There is no problem with that, I can understand it."

"Five months from now in the summer transfer window, Paris will ship a truckload of checks from Qatar. I'm not afraid that I can't afford it, but I'm afraid that you won't make an offer."

"But Mr. Chairman, I have already said, Ye Chen..." Marotta waved his hand.

"Is 1 million enough? If not, then 1.8 million, just like Mbappe!"

"Or," Nasser said fiercely, "Neymar's transfer fee is 2.2 million euros, we can pay Ye Chen 3 million euros, surpassing Neymar!"

"As for the salary of the players, please tell Ye Chen that whether it is 1000 million, 2000 million, 3000 million or 4000 million euros a year, it is a number for Paris. As long as the players are willing to sit down and talk, then everything is easy to talk about... "

Marotta said a few perfunctory words and left.

He gradually felt the seriousness of the situation.

Nasser offered Ye Chen 3 million euros, which was naturally an impulse of anger.

The president of Paris came to Meazza with the team for the first time. In the first half, the team led by three goals. He was so happy!

Posting on social media and calling oil friends in Qatar, I was extremely busy.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly in the second half, and Ye Chen scored three in a row, tying it!

Nasser is pissed off!

Mbappe and Neymar combined only scored three, and you, Ye Chen, scored three alone!

If I can't beat you, I will buy you!

This kind of thinking can be understood by the senior manager Marotta.

Although Nasser would not really offer Ye Chen 3 million, but he stopped himself in the player tunnel, and expressed his desire for Ye Chen in such a direct way.

This shows that Ye Chen has gradually entered the field of vision of the rich team!

In fact, not long after the winter transfer, Real Madrid, Manchester City, Liverpool, Bayern, Chelsea and many other financially strong teams offered Ye Chen one after another, which also proved this point.

It is difficult to keep Ye Chen!

"So, what do you tell me about this? This is your professional manager's business. I want to keep him too, but I'm just a head coach!"

Conte scratched his hair.

Marotta nodded solemnly, "Of course I know this, and I will naturally find a way when I go back."

"You just need to do a little bit now. When it comes to the press conference, don't blow Ye Chen too hard. Keep a low profile. The harder you blow, the more embellished the media will be. Once the article is published, the wealthy teams will hate Ye Chen even more. Interested, in summer, it will be even more difficult for us to keep Ye Chen!"

Conte looked dignified and nodded.

"Okay, in order to keep Ye Chen, I know what to do."

Conte took a deep breath and went to the press conference.

Walking to the door of the news room, I saw Barrera wearing a clean team uniform, waiting anxiously for him.

"Boss, I'm already 3 minutes late, why did you go, the media reporters are waiting for you!"

"Oh, you..." Only then did Conte realize that he was going to bring Barrera to the post-match press conference.

Generally speaking, the pre-match and post-match press conferences are attended by the coach with a player.

"Barrera," Conte lowered his voice, "Go in later, be smart,

"Oh, you..." Only then did Conte realize that he was going to bring Barrera to the post-match press conference.

Generally speaking, the pre-match and post-match press conferences are attended by the coach with a player.

"Barrera," Conte lowered his voice, "Go in later, be smart and act according to my wink!"

"Don't worry, I've attended a lot of press conferences, so I know what to say."

Barrera followed Conte and walked into the press conference with a smile.