At 3 o'clock in the afternoon London time, chatting about the official start of the Chelsea game against Manchester United, but the more Willian watched, the more he wanted to curse, although Chelsea did not concede a goal in the opening 30 minutes, but even a layman like Willian could see that the team was suppressed by tactics,

Originally unhappy, Grosvenor sitting next to me smiled and said, "You see, that's why I don't play the team, it's too difficult to find a good coach, the right good players, plus these fanatical fans, once the team doesn't perform well, they will be scolded."

Fortunately, although the first half was a bit embarrassing, he finally didn't concede a goal, and at halftime, Willian made up his mind to say to Antony, "Help me invite Mourinho to my mother's private room".

"Okay, boss," Anthony said as he stepped out of the private room and gave a few orders to one of his men, standing outside the door waiting for William.

After saying goodbye to Grosvenor, William led Anthony into his mother's private room, and ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

William stood up and held out his hand to Mourinho, who walked into the private room, and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Mourinho."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devon Hill, thank you for inviting me to Stanford to watch the game", the two shook hands and said hello, Willian introduced his mother, team manager Kenny and Mourinho to each other, "The second half is about to start, Jose, the remaining 45 minutes are your interview, no problem".

"Of course, it's my pleasure," Mourinho nodded, he was still a little-known character, so his tone and expression didn't look like a madman.

Lena looked at Willian with an unhappy face, blaming him for inviting Mourinho to Stanford without telling him in advance, but with Kenny's professional explanation in the first half, Lena understood that Ranieri was completely suppressed by Ferguson tactically in the first half, which made her heart start to waver.

Thinking about the magic of her son William, Lina, who had no intention of changing the coach, had to carefully consider the possibility of changing the coach.

After 45 minutes of explanation, Lena and Kenny couldn't help but be impressed by Mourinho, this guy who is only 37 years old does have a brush, and the least defensive makes Kenny feel that Mourinho is more than one grade smarter than Ranieri.

The game was over, losing 0-2, Kenny took the lead in nodding to Lena, and then took the initiative to reach out to Mourinho and said, "Reacquaint yourself, Mr. Mourinho, I am Kenny Jackson, the team's operations manager, and your explanation is wonderful."

Mourinho glanced at the smiling William, and then at Lina with a calm face, reached out and shook Kenny's hand and said calmly, "Thank you, it's not that I'm good, but that some people are too backward in tactical thinking."

"Haha", William laughed, knowing that Mourinho was belittling Ranieri, Lena pulled William aside, looked at Mourinho with confidence on his face and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, Mom, when my vision goes wrong, give him two years and maybe it will bring us back a championship," William affirmed.

"Well, God, I hope I made the right decision today", Lena hesitated for a long time and said to Mourinho, "Congratulations, Mr. Mourinho, are you ready? There is not much time left for you, and the fans will not have much patience for you".

"Thank you, of course I understand, but I need to make sure if I'm the athletic manager when I take over and how much I'll get for the winter transfer."

Willian said, "You are the manager, the team and the transfer are up to you, as for the transfer fee of 50 million to 100 million pounds, but the premise is that you have to have the results to make you able to work until the winter transfer period, the results are too poor, I can only say sorry,

If you can qualify for the Champions League next year, you will receive another £100 million transfer fee for next summer's transfer window."

"God", Kenny was shocked by William's bold words that he didn't take money as money, and the wine glass in his hand was almost not stable, and even Lena was shocked by the number William said, which is at least 150 million pounds, and it was almost the same price to buy Chelsea before.

Not to mention Mourinho, who had never seen such a large sum of money, it took a long time for Mourinho to say excitedly, "You wait to pay, Mr. Devon Hill, I promise you will not regret your decision today."

"Very good, I like your self-confidence, do you need the team to help you find a place to live?" William finished speaking, clapping his palms, "I forgot to tell you, your first year salary is 1 million pounds, a league title plus 1 million, the Champions League plus 2 million, as for the FA Cup",

William shook his head and said, "I'm not very interested in that thing, if it doesn't affect the team's results, you can do whatever it takes, if you win the championship, add 200,000 pounds, of course, your prize money is different, is there a problem?"

"Mr Devon Hill, you mean, if I win ten league titles, my salary is £11 million a year?" Mourinho asked with a stammer.

"That's right".

"God, no problem, sir, I don't have any problems, thank you", Mourinho excitedly reached out and shook William.

After calming the agitated Mourinho, William turned his head to look at Operations Manager Kenny, "Do you have a problem?

"No, boss, I'll work with Mr. Mourinho", Kenny is a man who understands that he will never go against Mourinho, who was personally formulated by Willian, until the team's results have not deteriorated.

He is also a veteran who has been rolling in the football industry for more than 20 years, and he knows very well that football has begun to get closer and closer to money in recent years.

As long as Willian can invest heavily for several years in a row, it will be a matter of time before Chelsea become a giant, and the only thing that worries him is that he hopes Mourinho will not interfere in the operation of the team like Alex Ferguson.

However, he was worried about this in vain, because William nodded with satisfaction after hearing his words, and then said to Mourinho, "You have the final say, and Kenny has the final say, is there a problem?"

"No, BOSS", Mourinho nodded to Kenny, "Happy working with Mr. Jackson".

"Very well, then I won't bother you two," William said to his mother, "Mom, will you attend the press conference later?"

"I'm not going", Lena shook her head, helping William sort out his coat and tie, "I don't know what to say when I go, today you are the protagonist, my child".

"Then I'll take my leave, gentlemen," Willian said as he left the door, suddenly turning to Kenny and Mourinho, "quietly passing on Mourinho's explanation of the game in the second half of the day".

"Understood, boss", Kenny nodded affirmatively, and Mourinho shrugged as if he didn't care.

Still Lena couldn't stand it, and patted William on the shoulder, "Go quickly, don't make the guests wait too long."

"Well, see you in the evening, Mom".