Sending the second elder away, Simon King turned on the system again.

"The system, to help me search for a left wingback, the key attributes are speed, stamina, and burst, and the secondary attributes are defensive positioning, marking, and tackles."

"Ding! Ask the host to enter a lower limit on the value of the property. ”

"12."

"Ding! The list of players is listed. ”

Simon Kim looked at it and saw that in the system interface, a total of three players appeared.

And one of them, a player from the French third division, caught his eye.

"System, how can there be a French team this time? Although it is only a third-class team. ”

"Ding! The prestige of the host club increases, and the search range increases accordingly. ”

"Huh? We didn't do anything, how did our prestige increase? ”

“……”

The system didn't speak, and Simon King could only click on the player's interface with an unknown feeling.

Samuel Camille, 32 years old, ability 112, potential 135, French.

"Burst 13, speed 13, stamina 15, all other physical attributes exceed 12...... I went, 32 years old and still in good health. ”

"13 in defensive position, 14 in work, 12 in decision and concentration...... The other spiritual attributes, except for the vision of only 6, also exceeded 12. God! ”

"Oh...... Technique is not good, there are 12 markings, tackles, crosses, and only 10 passes. ”

Seeing this, Simon King feels that this player is a rare talent.

Because the opponent's ability distribution is very good, he only needs to add some ability points to him a little, and he can completely replace Kiki's departure.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the substitutes in the team.

After all, these people are either too poor in ability or too low in potential, and even if Simon King has the heart to add some to them, he really can't add them.

After a few re-searches, another player's name appeared in the system.

David Sula, 24 years old, ability 120, potential 135, Portuguese.

"Double speed 14, marking, steals, defensive positions also have 11, and the technique and spirit are basically around 12, this person is not bad."

Look again at David Sulla's team, the Portuguese Primera League, the Academy Club.

"This guy is good, mainly young!"

Thinking of this, Simon King called Clark again.

"Kim, just say his name, I understand!"

On the phone, Clark didn't wait for Simon King to explain his intentions, and asked directly.

Simon Kinhaha laughed: "David Sula of the Academy team in the First Division. ”

"David Sulla? It's our player and you want him? ”

"Yes Clark, I want him. Since he is one of yours, then you can help me ask. ”

"Good. Soon. ”

Within five minutes of hanging up, Clark's call came back in.

"No, Kim. The guy is on loan at Academy, and his parent club is Marc Pakush in the Portuguese Super League. ”

"That'...... Can't you contact the Pakush team? ”

"The point is that the players are not interested in you and ......"

"And what?"

"And he seems to hate you."

"Why?"

Simon King was puzzled, although he knew that he was the one who caused the debate on the Internet, but he always thought that those things were only limited to the level of coaching.

"Who knows, you'd better look at the others."

"There's no one else, so can you help me find David Sulla's number?"

"You want to contact him personally?"

"Yes. Why don't you help me find his current position directly, and I want to convince him face to face. ”

"Do you really want to do this? Actually, I don't think it's necessary. ”

"Give it a try."

Ten minutes later, news of David Sulla's presence in Lisbon reached Simon King's mobile phone, along with his home address and phone number.

Vizela belongs to the Braga region of Portugal and is about a 40-60 minute drive from here to Lisbon.

Simon King looked at the time and immediately decided to leave now.

While on the way, Timbera calls and tells him that he has successfully signed Teksaila.

Simon King took the opportunity to mention the transfer budget to her.

"Can you increase the transfer budget? We urgently need a main left wing-back right now. ”

"I'll talk to my grandfather and the general manager. By the way, where are you? Got time for dinner together? ”

"Dinner ......"

Simon King didn't realize the beauty's intentions at all, and blurted out: "Maybe it's too late, I'm on my way to Lisbon." ”

"What are you doing there?"

Fence La was a little unhappy, and said in her heart: "People have been working hard for two days, and they have bought you two players you want, but you don't even eat with others." ”

'I'm going to find the players, left wing-back.'

Fencera sighed in her heart and comforted herself again: "Forget it, who made him a workaholic." ”

So he said, "Then you drive carefully, I'll wait for you to come back and have dinner together." ”

Before Simon King could reply, Fence Rah's phone had already hung up.

This clever woman has adopted the simplest way to solve the problem.

"Hey...... Hey......"

Seeing that the other party had hung up the phone, Simon King could only drive the car faster.

Half an hour later, he found David Sula's home, a residential area in the bustling area of Risca, according to the address given by Clark.

"Knock knock."

Simon King's knock on the door was quickly answered by the people in the house.

The man who came out to open the door was a middle-aged man in his fifties, who looked somewhat similar to David Sulla.

"Hello sir, I'm Simon King from the Vischner Club, is David Sula at home?"

"Simon King?"

Hearing this name, a trace of vigilance flashed on the man's originally calm face, and he frowned: "David is my son, what are you looking for him?" ”

Seeing that the other party's expression was not good, Simon King was more convinced of Clark's statement, but he could only continue to be polite: "I want him to join my team and then enter the European Champions Cup together." ”

"Reaching the Champions League?"

The man's expression became very strange, and he held back for a long time before laughing loudly: "Are you crazy, just rely on you Vixerna, and you are also worthy of playing in the Champions League?" ”

"Sir, Vixnera will definitely reach the Champions League. And with your son on board, it's even easier. ”

Self-confidence has always been the most important quality of Simon King.

Although in the eyes of everyone, with the strength of Vixena, they really should only think about relegation.

"Okay, okay, I don't have time to dream with you here. Go away, David will not see you. ”

As he spoke, the man was about to close the door.

Simon King hurriedly propped up the door with his hand and said, "Please give me a chance, I've been driving for an hour." ”

"It doesn't matter to us even if you drive for two or ten hours! What qualifies a person who plays a game to talk about football at my Sura's house! ”

Seeing that the other party insisted on this, Simon King didn't care about being polite, and opened his mouth to shout.

"David Sulla! I'm Simon King, and I'm going to see and talk to you, do you hear me? ”

Enraged, the man gave up closing the door, turned back to the house, and took out a pair of long-handled scissors that had been used to trim the lawn.

"Are you leaving? If you don't leave, I'm not kind to you! ”

Simon King was scared in his heart, but he still pushed his chest forward and said, "Even if you stab me, I want to see David Sula!"