In the 0304 season, if Porto became a dark horse in European football that shocked the world football, then perhaps Portuguese Mourinho became the biggest winner. From winning steadily in the group stage to becoming more and more unstoppable in the knockout round. Perhaps Porto's players are not as valuable as Real Madrid's arbitrary single-out superstar, but there is no doubt that compared to being won by several giants, onlookers are more willing to see the relevant scenes of "grassroots bringing down giants and standing on top of the world". I have a mood of watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things, and it is with this mood that I watched Porto really go further and further, and finally won the championship trophy.

Champions League winner Jose Mourinho has confirmed his departure from Porto next season, bringing Porto a treble and looking to open a new map to take on a bigger challenge. While the champions were bought by the money-wielding giants, Jose Mourinho had already reached a tentative agreement with Premier League giants Chelsea.

But instead of staying in Portugal or going straight to London, England to adapt to his new surroundings, as one might expect, the young champion-winning boss returned to his old Barcelona location without anyone knowing.

Mourinho, the 'shining star' of the managerial world, came to Barcelona with Jorge Mendes, who managed the transfer of several Porto stars and managers, and became the 'shining star' of the agent world in exchange for Porto's biggest ever income. Mendes drove Mourinho to his destination, and the relationship between the two men was close, in addition to being a coach and an agent, they were also very good friends. But the atmosphere in the car is not relaxed now.

"If you had clearly told me that you wanted to come to La Liga, wouldn't I have taken you to the Premier League?" Mendes' tone was extremely calm, and Mourinho, who was sitting in the co-pilot, snorted coldly, but he still didn't want to admit La Liga and Barcelona, which he was far from conquering was a thorn in his heart, "Then the club I want to go to most in the Premier League is Liverpool, don't you still connect with Chelsea?"

In the middle of the season, before Porto faced Deportivo La Coruna, Mendes brought together Chelsea owner Abobu, CEO Kenyon and Mourinho, and it was at that time that the relevant intention was tentatively decided.

Mourinho has said this several times, and Mendes already knows how to get along with him, so he just doesn't match him, and hangs him out for him to dissipate himself. He has a number of players at his disposal, and although Queiroz has started to contact him, at least for now, Jose Mourinho has a coach. That is to say, the oldest under Mendes is Jose Mourinho, and the oldest adult, when he abandons football, his mental age is somewhat incalculable.

Their destination this time is Sitges, the closest seaside resort to Barcelona, the capital of Catalonia. Sitges has always reminded Mourinho of Setúbal, the place where he was born and lived for many years, where there is also a sea that can wash the city. When he first arrived in Barcelona, Mourinho was particularly uncomfortable when he came to another country, and it was a good place for him at that time, just looking at the sea and the white sand beach to calm down, as if he had seen his homeland.

Mourinho stayed in Barcelona for four years, 96-00 years. Since the summer of '99, many Portuguese teams have invited him to coach, but what can he expect when he goes there? maybe he will be sacked in six months, which is a common thing in the Portuguese league. And in Barcelona, there is a wonderful life, learning a lot from famous and experienced coaches and players, no pressure regardless of whether the team wins or loses, and living in a city with perfect art and earning a high salary.

But in the end he chose to leave Barcelona in 00.

Of course, Jose Mourinho's departure that year had no effect on Barcelona, because Louis van Gaal was gone the same year as Barcelona president Nunez left. A small person around a manager can naturally be ignored.

Jose Mourinho knows that a Champions League win for Porto is just the beginning. During his four years in Barcelona, he went there as he came, without a horn and without drama. But now it's different, he's not the same person he used to be, and when he returns to La Liga in the future, he'll be all eyes on him.

When Mendes parked his car and walked over, Mourinho stood in the shade of the trees and seemed to look out at the sea in front of him, but in fact his thoughts had already drifted away. Mendes felt that his future self was really uncomfortable with his two top names, one for him and one for Chris, tsk, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he thought of this. But aside from the fact that his friends weren't so friendly, Mendes found it a secluded getaway. Like Setúbal, along the sandy beaches of Sitges, there are numerous shaded paths and cafés, snack shops that serve fresh fish, shrimp and seafood, daily hotels with their own kitchens, and a summer atmosphere in June and July. It's quiet and a place for those who know how to enjoy it.

Mourinho's mood calmed down, there weren't many people on the beach, and even the waves looked less like tourists and more like locals or residents of the surrounding area. Mendes, who was ordered by the nanny, went to the hotel to book a room, Mourinho was dressed in casual clothes, and the appearance of standing with his waist straight and his pockets on the beach was still a bit rigid, but the place he was once extremely familiar with still made him gradually adapt to relaxing. But before he could completely adjust from work mode to vacation and leisure mode, he half-squinted his eyes and tried to confirm that the young man with a sun umbrella and a cup in his arms not far away was the guy he thought.

Mourinho believes he should have seen Francisco Alvarez.

Recognizing this, Mourinho couldn't get himself into vacation mode completely, but he raised his eyebrows with interest and walked over there. He was stepping on the slippers that he had just changed, but his steps were steady and sturdy. When Fran, who was lying on a beach chair and staring at the sea with a glass of fruity wine in his hands, suddenly felt that there was an extra person beside him, the first thing that caught his eye was the pair of slippers that were trampled under his feet and filled with sand, Fran grinned, felt the pen in his pocket and asked "Do you need it", and the word signature was forcibly swallowed back when he saw who was in front of him.

"Is there really anyone looking for an autograph in Barcelona?" Mourinho was able to see him pull out his pen, which embarrassed Forlan even more, and even more embarrassed because he didn't know whether he should stand up and say hello to him or just lie on a beach chair and look up at him.

Obviously, the moment he named the latter choice "Silly" meant he wouldn't choose this one, and Forlan almost jumped onto the beach, "I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Mourinho." Mourinho looked at him, hooked his lips and smiled, and the two small dimples on his cheeks dangled in front of Fran's eyes, "I didn't expect to see you here, Alvarez." ”

The third time I saw the manager, because it was in private, he rarely didn't wear a regular suit, and Fran still saw his trademark smile to confirm his identity. Fran asked, "Are you alone?" Mourinho replied meaninglessly, looking around at a deserted café not far away, "How about we go there and talk?"

Fran was stunned, there was really no reason to refuse, he put on his slippers and beckoned the boss to return the beach chair he rented back to settle the bill, Mourinho also took advantage of this time to call Mendes, signaling him to slow down and not to worry, and told him the specific address of the meeting for a while.

When Forlan brought two cups of coffee in front of the pensive Mourinho and received a thank you, Forlan still didn't understand, the newspaper always said that the Portuguese with an arrogant attitude always seemed very friendly to him, "Portugal and Spain are quite close, apart from following the team, have you ever been to Portugal yourself?" Forlan shook his head, "No, Mr. Mourinho." ”

Mourinho frowned a little troubledly, "We're still familiar with each other, don't call me that." Fran twitched the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, thinking to himself how familiar he could be after seeing him three times, "Mourinho"

"Call me Jose," the other party decided neatly, his attitude was a little arbitrary, and just a little arrogant essence was revealed, the smile on the corner of his mouth melted again, "I call you Francisco or Fran, what do you think?"

Fran stretched out his hand to show that he had no objection, "So Jose Portugal, I haven't been to Portugal alone except for the team, what's wrong?"

"In Portugal, when I became the head coach in Portugal, sometimes looking at the players on the pitch made me feel like 'did I accidentally use Spanish words when I spoke and he didn't understand', some players were diagnosed with 'muscle fatigue' because they were too close to the medical team, and some players sometimes trained without shin guards, they didn't want to be a little rough on the training ground. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" Fran asked bluntly, but muttered to himself, you probably won't think like that when you go to the Premier League, it's the place where training is most reimbursed.

"What should I ask?" Mourinho took a sip of his coffee and put it back on the table as if he wasn't very satisfied. Forlan shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Mourinho, who threw the question back, "Ask me why I didn't stay in Madrid and came to the vicinity of Barcelona instead?"

'I was a coach of Porto, I am a coach of Chelsea in the future, and the feud between Real Madrid and Barcelona, whether it is between clubs, players or regions, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. Unless," he blinked as if he had thought of something interesting, "are you interested in moving to Chelsea? ”

"Are you kidding?" Forlan looked at Mourinho in amazement, and Mourinho pouted, "Why do you think I'm joking?

Although this is true, what he is trying to say about Forlan is not what Mourinho said. Real Madrid is Real Madrid, but it's not just Real Madrid for him. He's not the Makelele who is currently in the throes at Chelsea, and he doesn't usually move for a salary.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mourinho simply said, "You're the kind of defender I admire, and from the very beginning I saw your style of play, I asked myself, why would such a player be in La Liga and not in the Premier League?

Forlan touched his nose, "As you said, there are many such players in the Premier League, and your Chelsea will have them, so I will be in La Liga, Real Madrid." After saying that, he couldn't sit still, and the fingers of his hands on the table were rubbing unconsciously, it stands to reason that this kind of recognition, and being recognized by the new champion coach, should make him feel happy, but he still doesn't get used to this feeling of being led by the nose too much.

Mourinho nudged the coffee cup in front of him to the middle, "If you don't mind, at least leave me your contact information?" he said, gesturing naturally in his ear.

In Francisco Álvarez's honey-colored eyes are the smiling faces of two dimples that resemble Portuguese people with honey

Mom, I was teased by a man who was less than twenty years older than me.