The largest slum in São Paulo, located on a hillside in the outer hills. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Narrow and uneven alleyways, a jumble of makeshift covers, crooked telephone poles, and messy wiring.

This is Brazil's slums.

Most of the people who live here are engaged in janitory, security, delivery, sanitation, housekeeping, waiters, and even street people, and some are engaged in gray industries.

It is also because of the chaos here, so there is constant noise 24 hours a day.

Suddenly there was the sound of dogs barking in the depths of the alleyway, the motorcycles of residents who went out early and returned late, and the cries of vendors at intersections......

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright.

In a room on the second floor of a small simple bungalow on the hillside, a young man who had risen early lay on a disheveled bed, quietly listening to the movement from outside.

His name is Marcos Senna.

They have lived here since childhood, but unlike their peers in the slums, the Marcos Senna brothers were sent by their parents to the São Paulo Football School for formal soccer training.

Although he was soon forced to drop out of school because he was too poor to pay his fees, his experience at the São Paulo Football School made Marcos Senna considered by everyone in the slum to be the most promising professional footballer.

Even three years ago, just before his father died, he was still thinking so.

Become a professional footballer, get a good salary, take your family, leave this damn slum and live across the road, in that big, modern building, like a paradise for the rich.

This was Marcos Senna's dream.

It's exactly like the countless young people in the slums.

But many times, fate is so strange.

He's very strong, he's strong, he's very good at running, he's playing hard, and he can even do anything to grab a ball, but he just can't play well, he just doesn't like it.

From O'Blanco to America to Corinthians, almost every coach who sees him at first glance will say, "Wow, this kid was born to be a good piece of football."

But when he got off the pitch and played for a few minutes, they would shake their heads again and say in a regretful tone, "It's a pity!"

He knew that these coaches were in pity of something.

It's a pity that he has such good physical fitness, but why doesn't he have those dazzling foot skills, and he doesn't have that dazzling speed.

He didn't understand why God had given him such a body and not given it.

Perhaps, this is fate!

Since he played a few games in Corinthians a year ago, he hasn't had a chance to play and has been completely left in the cold.

He hasn't played in over a year.

Although he has always believed that he is harder than anyone else in his usual training, and his condition and body are better than anyone else, who can he say this?

His cousin, who has already been in the first team at Roma, a famous Italian team, told him that a player like him has to go to Europe, that his style suits there, that he will get his chance.

Thaksin, but he didn't have a chance.

Assunção has also requested a few tryouts for him, but no one wants to waste time on a player like him.

There is so much football talent in Brazil that he has no advantage.

He had no choice but to wait.

But he could feel that he couldn't wait.

Corinthians' management had told him more than once to pack up his things and leave, and not to think about continuing to rub off on the allowance.

It can be seen that their life is not easy.

Leaving seems to be a foregone conclusion, but where to go?

Maybe you should leave São Paulo and try your luck with a small team in another city.

No matter what, it's better than staying here, right?

Well, that's all there is to it!

Marcos Senna got up from his bed, opened the wooden door to the balcony, and a stream of cold air rushed in, but he walked out onto the balcony with his bare body, breathing in the morning air.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang in the room.

Senna's swarthy face was visibly frowned, but he walked back briskly.

The caller was from a well-known agent in the surrounding area he knew.

Although he often boasted that he was very well-connected, very well-channeled, and worked for Figer, Marcos Senna knew that he was simply bragging, and he didn't know how many people were separated from the big guy Figer.

"Hey, Senna. ”

"Marcos, it's me who tells you something very important. ”

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Remember the Portuguese partner I mentioned to you the other day?"

"Of course I do. "Marcos Senna was in his heart, what partner?

At that time, he praised his Portuguese partner like a flower, saying that he was a famous agent in Portugal, how powerful and how good he was, and he made him look like a great big man.

But if he really has a Portuguese ace agent as a partner, he still needs to mix in the slums?

"He was looking for a midfielder and I recommended you, do you remember?"

"Oh, remember, of course remember, is there any news?" said Marcos Senna.

Portugal, what a place to be.

Every year, I don't know how many Brazilian players go to Portugal and then use Portugal as a springboard to enter the big four European leagues.

"Yes, I just got the news that he wants you to leave right away and go to Spain for a tryout. ”

"Spain?" Marcos Senna was stunned for a moment, "isn't it Portugal?"

Although he hadn't read much, he at least knew that Spain and Portugal were not the same place, okay?

"Uh......" the other party muttered, "I don't know the details, but I heard them mean that there is a big Spanish team that has taken a fancy to you and asked you to go to a trial." ”

"Spanish giants?tryout?" said Marcos Senna's eyes widened and his mouth was long enough to stuff an egg.

Just him?

A player who hasn't played a professional game in over a year will be eyed by Spain's giants?

Is this possible?

"Yes, right now, the sooner the better. The man on the phone urged.

Marcos Senna shook his head and smiled, the sooner the better, how it sounded like a lie.

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in any Spanish giants, that's all!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

Just me? And the Spanish giants can look up?

Marcos Senna himself found it hard to believe.

Even if you want to lie and deceive people, please, at least be professional, okay?

Do you really think I'm one of those aunts and uncles in the slums?

But when he got dressed and went to the balcony to brush his teeth and wash his face, the phone rang again.

This time it's a cross-border call, I don't know where it came from.

Marcos Senna was a little puzzled.

"Hey, hello, Senna. ”

"Hello, Marcos, I'm Jorge Mendes, General Manager of Gastifo Brokerage in Portugal. ”

Marcos Senna stunned, Jorge Mendes?

Haven't heard of it.

But it's Portuguese, isn't it......

"Hello, Mr. Mendez. ”

"That's right, I have cooperated with Mr. Figer, and through his channels, I learned about your situation, but they told me that you are worried about being deceived, so I called you personally. ”

Marcos Senna smiled wryly, not knowing what to do.

"This trial came in a hurry, and I was caught off guard, and I didn't expect why he would take a fancy to you. ”

It was a confession, but Marcos Senna believed it.

Because he understands his situation.

"The person who took a fancy to you is the head coach of the Spanish giants Atletico Madrid, Gao Han, you can check it on the Internet, they need a midfielder now, I have a cooperation with them, recommended you, he invited you to go to the trial. ”

Marcos Senna's heart pounded.

Did God manifest himself?

But he's not one of those ignorant kids, so he's still cautious.

"Why me?"

"I don't know!" Jorge Mendez shook his head, "maybe it's something about you that he admires." ”

Marcos Senna was speechless.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Marcos, if you want to come, I will cover all the costs of airfare, accommodation and so on, and I can promise that if you don't succeed in the trial at Atletico Madrid, I will immediately recommend you to the Portuguese team for a trial. ”

"Really...... Really?" said Marcos Senna, confused.

Going to Portugal for a tryout?

This is what he has always dreamed of.

As for going to Spain, especially the giants, it was something he couldn't even dream of.

"Yes, I promise, and the deal will be done through Mr. Figel's company, with whom I am a partner. ”

This is obviously more convincing than the previous little agent.

Figer, this is the strongest guarantee for the international transfer of Brazilian players.

"Atletico Madrid's request is urgent, time is short, if you want, I will arrange it immediately, help you book the fastest ticket, fly directly to Madrid, I will pick you up at the airport. ”

Marcos Senna was a little apprehensive.

He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and one he had only dreamed of in the past.

But when it came, he found that it was not so easy to make this decision.

He hesitated for a full dozen seconds before exhaling heavily.

Take a gamble!

"Okay, Mr. Mendez, I agree to go to the tryout!"

Jorge Mendes on the other end of the phone immediately laughed, "Very good, Marcos, I'll arrange it right away!"

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"What a man's epic!"

Gao Han and Lin Xia walked out of the movie theater side by side, and after taking a breath, they said in admiration.

They just watched Tom Hanks' Desert Island Aftermath, and it was so shocking!

"It's like telling me that no matter at any time, under any circumstances, don't give up hope, you have to have the courage to fight, and hope will always appear when you don't expect it!"

This is what Gao Han got from this movie.

But Lin Xia is obviously not.

"Don't you think reality is too cruel for Tom Hanks?"

"Why?"

Suddenly, he was thrown into a lonely desert island where he lived alone, forcing him to let go of everything, even his love, to adapt to everything on the desert island. ”

Gao Han nodded, this is indeed quite cruel.

"But when he got used to it, and all of a sudden, it gave him hope and let him return to this world that should be very familiar, but it was very strange, don't you think it's cruel?"

Hearing Lin Xia say this, Gao Han suddenly felt that the latter one seemed to be more cruel than the previous one.

The belief that underpins his survival on a desert island is the society he is familiar with, and the women he loves dearly.

But when he finally came back, he found that this society was so strange that he didn't know it at all.

And the woman he loves deeply has also married someone else.

It's really cruel!

"This is the reality!" Gao Han smiled.

"No!" Lin Xia shook his head, "At least, if I were that woman, I would have to wait for him." ”

"Huh?" Her last sentence was quite quiet, and Gao Han didn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing!" Lin Xia smiled playfully.

If you don't hear it, forget it.

"Let's go!" Gao Han pointed to the BMW X5 parked in front of the movie theater.

After a period of training, Lin Xia's driving skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Eh, let me tell you, you should go learn to drive. ”

"Why?" Gao Han asked with a smile, "There's a free chauffeur pick-up, isn't it?"

Lin Xia glared at him angrily, "So you don't have to take the bus back by yourself after sending me home!"

"I don't care, I'm willing!" said Gao Han with a hippie smile.

Lin Xia took a sip of him and ignored him.

Originally, it stands to reason that Lin Xia should drive him back, and then drive back to the dormitory by himself.

But Gao Han didn't let her do this, saying that she was afraid that it would be unsafe for a girl to drive in the middle of the night.

Therefore, every time they made an appointment to go out for dinner, or to watch a movie or something, in the end, Gao Han sent Lin Xia home, and then took the bus back to Mahada Enda by himself.

Lin Xia really can't do anything about him!

But Gao Han didn't see it that way.

Sitting in the passenger seat, turning her head sideways from time to time, she saw a beautiful side face, driving the car very seriously and attentively, the neon lights on the side of the road shone in from the window and sprinkled onto her face, at this moment, she was really beautiful!

He just likes to be in this kind of ambiguous carriage, just looking at her silently.

But suddenly, a phone call came in, shattering his reverie.

"Hey, who is it?" Gao Han was a little depressed.

"It's me, Mr. Takahan. Jorge Mendez's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Mendes. ”

"Hehe, just call me Jorge. Mendez smiled and pulled almost.

"By the way, Mr. Gao Han, Marcos Senna is already in Madrid. ”

"What?" Gao Han was a little surprised, "so fast?"

"Yes, I have already arranged for him to stay in the hotel. ”

Gao Han suddenly smiled, "You are really efficient enough." ”

"That's natural, you say the sooner the better!" Mendes laughed.

This service ...... I really don't have to pick, I don't know how many times better than the group of people in Atletico Madrid's technical department and scouting department.

"Okay, you bring him over tomorrow morning, and I'll arrange a trial. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll take him on time. ”

"Well, it's okay, so be it. ”

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Takahan, thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Han shook his head and smiled, this Portuguese is really good at business.

"How?, do you want reinforcements?" Lin Xia asked with interest.

"Well, I dug up a gem!"

"Really?" Lin Xia was surprised.

She admired Gao Han's eyesight.

"Well, if you train well, you're a top midfielder. ”

Lin Xia was also happy for him immediately, "Isn't it more certain to fight Mallorca?"

When Gao Han heard her say this, his heart suddenly moved.

"Let's try tomorrow!"