After dealing with reporters with some emaciation, Pellegrini went to the team's dressing room slightly tired. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For him, he would rather play two league games in a row than to work hard to deal with reporters, these uncrowned kings are human spirits, all kinds of problems emerge in endlessly, as long as you are not careful, maybe there will be some tricks in the words, and you will be pitted, and then the next day will be scandals and speculation all over the sky.

What these journalists are best at is playing with words and developing brain holes, which is just a normal answer, but after their interpretation, the meaning will be misinterpreted and evolve into countless versions. If it is serious, it will cause huge public opinion and turmoil, which will make people overwhelmed.

When he first picked up the whip, Pellegrini jumped into the language trap of reporters many times, causing a lot of trouble, although with the precipitation of time and experience, Pellegrini also summed up a set of methods to deal with the media, but if he had a choice, he was still reluctant to deal with this group of people too much.

However, although tired, Pellegrini is extremely happy at the moment, although he seems to say that he doesn't care, it is very bland, but in fact, being able to lead the team to defeat the La Liga hegemonic team, and beat it in a "crushing" way, this is a matter of increasing confidence and boosting morale for both him and the team.

Just as most professional players aspire to a wider and more brilliant stage and become a member of the big teams, as a coach, Pellegrini also aspires to achieve more in his field and be able to beat one of the biggest clubs in world football, which is something he is proud of.

Not every professional coach has the opportunity to coach a big team, and not every professional coach has a chance to lead the team to a win against a big team, counting this victory, plus last season's two matchups, Pellegrini has made a super club like Real Madrid suffer three consecutive games, which will surely be a glorious record to remember in his coaching career.

With such a happy mood, the fatigue on my body seems to have been reduced a little, and even the steps under my feet have become much brisker.

In the end, however, Pellegrini did not enter the dressing room, which was filled with cheers, singing, and excited play, and it was clear that his disciples were celebrating the victory.

Pellegrini wanted to encourage and praise his disciples for their performance tonight, but in the end he just smiled faintly and turned away.

The hustle and bustle of the love song stadium has gradually dissipated, the bright night covers the earth, there is a cool night breeze blowing, Pellegrini, who has just walked out of the stadium, sniffs the slightly salty air, and stretches his waist comfortably.

It was a fantastic night for him, with a big win over Real Madrid and plenty of joy for him.

Standing quietly in the night breeze for a moment, as if all the exhaustion had disappeared with the wind, and taking a deep breath again, Pellegrini raised his feet and prepared to leave on foot.

A black sedan was parked across the street, and as Pellegrini turned, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit stepped down and trotted in front of Pellegrini.

"Mr. Manuel, may I ask you, do you have time? My boss wants to talk to you. ”

Pellegrini was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the man in the suit, the window slowly lowered, and a familiar face that he had seen countless times on TV and newspapers imprinted into his eyes, making him swallow back the words he wanted to refuse.

The bespectacled old man in the car smiled and nodded at him, and Pellegrini's mouth opened in surprise.

"Mr. Perez......"

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In an unnoticed street in the town, there is a café that is open all night. At this time, in the corner of the café, the two old men sat opposite each other, each with a cup of coffee on the table in front of them, and some delicate pastries on the table, which looked extremely attractive, but the two old men were indifferent.

The two are none other than Villarreal's head coach Manuel Pellegrini and former Real Madrid president Florentino.

The café was quiet, and the atmosphere between the two was quiet, with the former looking at the coffee cup in front of him, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring the black liquid, as if he was wandering outside the world.

The latter, on the other hand, was also stirring coffee, but his eyes looked at the submarine boss opposite from time to time, occasionally smiling.

Pellegrini didn't know why Florentino would find him, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to meet such a "legend" at this time and place, in his opinion, although Florentino has stepped down as president of Real Madrid, he is still the most high-profile big man in the country, and he is the manager of a country team, the two levels can be said to be not on the same track, it is almost impossible to intersect.

But Florentino appeared in front of him very suddenly.

If it was a chance encounter, Pellegrini didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. At this time, it was close to midnight, and it was late at night, and a big man did not stay in his luxury villa, but ran to a remote small place to blow the cold wind.

Florentino certainly wouldn't have been a guy with a bad brain, and it would have been impossible for a guy with an abnormal head to achieve such a brilliant position in both business and football.

So, since it wasn't a chance encounter, it was a deliberate encounter to find yourself. But why?

Pellegrini was puzzled, and he guessed that Florentino might have taken a fancy to him and wanted to invite him to coach Real Madrid. Of course, there is also the possibility that the former president of Real Madrid has taken a fancy to a player in his team and wants to take him away.

These are the two most likely speculations, anyway, it is impossible to come to him for business cooperation, although Florentino himself is a very successful businessman, but Pellegrini is not, even if he wants to follow the other party to do business to make money, there is not so much money, in other words, he is not qualified to cooperate with him in business at all.

If these two guesses are the above, then the problem arises again. That is, Florentino is not the president of Real Madrid now, and he does not even have any position in the club, and he cannot decide the attitude and planning of Real Madrid's top management.

That's not right, that's not reasonable, Pellegrini could only shake his head helplessly and chose to remain silent. Anyway, since the other party has found him, then he must have his own purpose, he can't figure it out, he doesn't bother to think about it, the other party will always open the hole cards.

Sure enough, after a long silence, Florentino finally spoke, picked up the coffee cup on the table, and took a sip.

"The taste is very good, not all the expensive coffees I have drunk, but it gives people a different kind of taste bud enjoyment. Very good. ”

Florentino smiled faintly and put down his glass, "I'm sorry, Coach Manuel, I was going to invite you to a better place, but ...... I didn't expect so many shops in the small town to close their doors at night, so ...... I can only grieve you to come to this small coffee shop. ”

Florentino obviously did not come to this small seaside town very often, after Pellegrini got into his exclusive car, the driver drove them all over the city to find restaurants to eat, but they searched and searched, but found nothing, and finally Pellegrini couldn't see it, and under his guidance, he found such a café that was open all night in the middle of nowhere.

"Don't be sorry, Mr. Perez." Pellegrini waved his hand, shook his head and said, "I like the coffee here, this is a sea salt coffee unique to the town, it tastes very good, with a light bitterness but a slight salty taste, just like life, with all kinds of tastes and experiences." To be honest, sometimes when I can't sleep, I often come here to sit for a while, and in the silence of the night, sipping coffee alone, which will make my thoughts clearer, and of course, it can be regarded as a way to decompress myself. ”

"Very nice way. Every professional coach has their own style and a unique perspective on football. I believe in Coach Manuel, you are such a person. Florentino raised his coffee glass again and raised it lightly to the opposite side, "Sorry, I forgot to congratulate you and your team, I was there today, I watched the whole game, you and your team did a great job, you are a very strong and competitive team." ”

"Thank you."

Pellegrini nodded quietly, raised the coffee cup, and gently brought it to his lips.

The atmosphere fell silent again, and the two people with their own calculations stopped talking, and only the bland and melodious melody flowed quietly in the coffee shop.

I don't know how much time has passed, but a napkin suddenly appeared in front of Pellegrini, who was churning the coffee with his head down. He looked up in surprise, only to see that Florentino had already stood up, still handing over the napkin.

"Have you ever thought about moving to a bigger stage? With all due respect, Mr. Manuel, your team has a lot of potential and may not be able to achieve more success in the future, or even win the title. But no one knows how long it will take to operate like this. So, when there's a better opportunity in front of you, it's possible to chase a championship, it's possible to win the world, don't you want to give it a try? ”

Pellegrini's eyes widened, and he thought of a possibility, and his heart was beating violently at this moment, and he blurted out almost subconsciously: "Mr. Perez, what do you mean ......"

Florentino smiled and gestured to the napkin in his hand.

Pellegrini lowered his head again and looked at the tissue in his hand.

On the white tissue, there is a line of black handwriting.

"Are you willing to coach Real Madrid and lead this team of the best team of the century with endless glory and glory to climb to a higher peak?"

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and in Pellegrini's eyes, it seemed that everything was gone, and all that was left of his world was this white napkin, and ...... This line of handwriting is written on it.