My Soccer Superstar (7)

Farrell was accompanied by his head coach and met up at a quiet tavern by the name of Eric, a man in his early forties.

Mr. Eric looked at the slightly reserved boy with some arrogance, he had seen all kinds of players, including many international superstars, so he was not friendly to the little boy, and even a little cold.

After a few words of greeting with Eric, the manager turned to Farrell, "I know that the club has been following our game, and I think Rael's excellence is obvious to all, isn't Barcelona FC planning to offer the young player a contract?" ”

Mr. Eric knew the purpose of the head coach's appointment today, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward and talk about it only a few minutes after sitting down. Following the manager's words, he looked at Farrell again, the young player looking at him expectantly.

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Eric shook his head slightly and looked at the manager, "James, you should know that there is no shortage of midfielders in the Barcelona team now, especially excellent midfielders. He gritted down on the pronunciation of the last five words, and was not surprised to see the young player's face stagnate. But he was telling the truth, and Barca's midfield was already overcrowded.

And these midfielders are all personalities no matter which one of them is put forward individually, and they are all young, and if there are no accidents, they can play for several years, as long as they are given enough opportunities to play, so that they can accumulate experience, they are all the main force. In such a situation, Barcelona simply don't need another midfielder, and it's a young boy.

Because he was talking to the head coach, Eric said with some politeness and apology, "James, it's not that I don't help you. If you're bringing me a striker or a defender tonight, I could consider giving him a contract, but in midfield, not really. ”

It was as if a boulder had fallen on Farrell's heart, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't even breathe a few beats, but he knew that this was not the time to be in a daze, and he wanted to fight for this gentleman.

Licking his lower lip, he said to the person in front of him, "Sir, I can only take half of the other players' salaries." ”

The manager looked at him in surprise, and even Eric was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and still shook his head, "Young man, you should know that we never treat our players badly, even if it's only half of the salary, that's a lot of money, and the club really doesn't want to waste every expense in unnecessary places these days. ”

Unnecessary places...... After the boulder smashed his heart, Farrell suffered another iron fist that almost caused him to bend over.

When the other party says something unnecessary, do you mean yourself?

Farrell gritted his teeth, forced himself not to think about what he said, and said again, "Mr. Eric, I can assure you that signing me will never waste a penny of the club's money, and I can obey any arrangement of the club, even if it is not a midfielder. As for the salary, I can only take a quarter of a new player, and a sixth of it. ”

"Farrell!" The head coach couldn't help but interrupt him. The head coach knew that Farrell wanted to join Barcelona, but he didn't expect him to want to join this club like this, and he didn't hesitate to reduce his salary so much. What player would lower his value like this? He felt a little sorry for Farrell, but at the same time he also disagreed with Farrell's approach, which was completely ruining himself.

Farrell didn't speak again after being called to stop by the head coach, just looked at Eric with stubborn eyes.

Eric looked away from the light in the boy's eyes and said to the manager firmly, "I'm sorry, James. As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up, intending to end the meeting for the day.

"Mr. Eric." Farrell saw that he was leaving and wanted to keep him, but the head coach held him down and prevented him from chasing Eric.

He watched Mr. Eric leave the tavern, full of loss, as if a black hole had opened in his heart, and many things had fallen into the black hole.

"Farrell." The head coach's voice came from the side, "You are still so young, why are you so anxious?" You're just 16 and you can still play for the Under-17s, Under-19s, Under-21s. Just because Barcelona doesn't want you today doesn't mean they won't want you in the future, does it? Although the manager himself felt very disappointed, he had to comfort the young boy.

Farrell was dumbfounded and couldn't listen to what the manager was saying.

***

The meeting with Barcelona went nowhere, and the next day Arsenal's coach Rossi appeared in front of Farrell again, making no secret of his solicitation.

Farrell didn't turn away Coach Rossi out of respect and courtesy, but he was in a bad spirit, and his whole mind was lost in the tavern last night.

For his absent-mindedness, Coach Rossi did not blame him at all, and even directly showed him a five-year contract, both the treatment and the season appearance rate are the best, I have to say that this is a job that most players want to have, let alone young new players.

But even such a good contract couldn't pry Farrell's mouth open and make him agree to this contract.

Fortunately, Coach Rossi is not discouraged, he is too optimistic about this young young player. In Chinese culture, Liu Bei has three visits to the thatched house, and he naturally has this patience.

The final of the U17 World Championship came in the summer heat, with Spain taking on Brazil.

Originally from South America, Brazil is known as the kingdom of football, and it is similar to Spain, a country where football is at its peak.

The collision of the two teams naturally attracted the attention of many media people and fans.

The competition was held in Finland, the land of a thousand lakes, and the local climate was not too hot even in summer, which was very suitable for this championship and runner-up.

There is only an hour between Finland and Barcelona, and when the evening comes, it's not even dark in Barcelona. Lian Yin and Lian Ru sat in front of the TV together, waiting for the event to start. Neither mother nor daughter are fans, and they don't even understand the rules of football, but the two of them are originally going for Farrell, so they don't mind so much.

Lian Ru put a plate of fruit on the coffee table and watched the TV start to show the situation of the field and the team of this competition, "Farrell is such a great kid, I hope he can win the championship tonight." ”

"Well, hopefully." Lian Yin echoed Lian Ru's words, but thought in her heart that Farrell hadn't called him for more than a week. This situation is extremely abnormal, and it also shows that something must have happened to him recently. But he didn't want to share it with himself.

She thought that after several years of guidance, she could already let him confide in her everything, but it seemed that she was too despised.