Volume 1 The Gamer in Portugal Chapter 70 Humiliation Again

Just as the two were at a stalemate, a young man's voice came from the room.

"Alright father, let me take care of it myself."

Hearing this voice, Simon King knew that the Lord was coming, so he hurriedly said, "David Sula, give me half an hour." ”

Before the words fell, a young man with short hair and small eyes walked out slowly.

"I'm the one you want to meet, you name it."

David Sulla's tone, like his father's, was so stiff and impatient, and his eyes as he looked at Simon King seemed to be full of disdain and indifference.

"David Sula, I don't know if you're going to play in the Super League or the First Division next season, but we really need you." Simon King gets straight to the point.

"Your intentions, the agent has already told me. But I think he must have informed you that I have no interest in joining Vichena. ”

"Why? Is it because of me? ”

"Yes. It's because of you. We, the Sulla family, will never play for the uninitiated. ”

"But I have to be a layman?"

Simon King looked at David and then at his father, and said, "Give me a moment and let me explain my tactics." ”

"No need!"

David's father yelled, "Put away your deceitful tricks, how did you keep the rank, think we don't know?" ”

"Relegation? Of course, I relied on tactics to win three games in a row to maintain the level, what's wrong with that? ”

"What's the problem? You're so shameless. ”

In the face of this sudden humiliation, Simon King was completely blindsided.

Puzzled, he asked, "Sir, what do you mean by that?" ”

David Sula took over and said: "Okay Simon King, the fact that you bought Armando and made him lose on purpose has been reported to the Football Association, what are you pretending to be!" ”

Simon King was even more confused, but he was also taken aback.

"What? When did we buy Armando? What else was reported to the Football Association, how did I not know? ”

David's father snatched the words and said, "How can you, a layman, know! I'll be honest with you, three generations of my family have played football, and we have a relationship in the Football Association. ”

"This is malicious slander!"

Simon King tried to plead, but David Sulla interrupted him.

"You'd better go, I'm not going to join Vixerna."

"Is it because of that so-called report?"

Simon Kim hurriedly said: "That's fake, there is no such thing at all!" ”

"Whether it is or not, even if the Football Association can't find evidence, even if it is like you said, it is a malicious slander against you, but no matter what, I just don't want to play for you."

"Why?" Simon King really couldn't understand.

"First of all, Vixena is a small team, and I think you will still be relegated next season. Secondly, my home team has promised me a place in the main team, and the salary is good. Thirdly, I hate you as a person, my father is such a senior coach, and he is still idle at home, and you are a game player, how can you be a head coach! ”

Hearing this, Simon King completely understood.

Although he appreciates the other party's honesty, he cannot accept the other party's judgment.

So he said: "David Sula, although we are a weak team, there are countless examples of the weak defeating the strong. You should think about the three games we had, with the quality of GuimarΓ£es and Arouca, and we still lost to us, why don't you give us a chance? ”

"Opportunity? Why should I give you a chance? Do you think you're playing a game? ”

In the face of aggressiveness, Simon King was still not angry and continued: "As for the main position, we can also give you, and even offer you a higher salary than your home team. ”

"Alright, Simon King, why are you so thick-skinned?" David Sula got impatient.

David's father also scoffed, "Look at you, ah...... Look at you Simon King! As a manager, where do you feel like a manager? I've never seen a coach who came to a player's house to beg someone else to join, you are really a shame for our coaching industry! ”

Simon King's eyes dimmed, he slowly let go of the hand holding the door, and said: "I did come to ask players to join, but I don't think that a qualified coach can't put down his face for the sake of the team!" ”

Hearing him say absolutely and seriously, a trace of doubt arose in the hearts of David's father and son at the same time.

"yes, isn't a good coach about giving everything for the team?"

"Could it be that Simon King...... Not as shameless as we thought? ”

Although the two of them were already aware, the deep-rooted old ideas soon came back to their hearts.

David's father was silent for a moment and said: "The coach should give everything for the team, but you don't deserve it!" ”

"I'm not worthy?"

"Yes, you don't deserve it." David Sula also responded to his father.

Simon King couldn't hold back the fire any longer, he straightened his back, word by word.

"You hear me clearly!"

"In next season's Portuguese Super League, I will beat Pakush, and the left side you are on will become a nightmare that you will never get away with!"

With that, Simon King strode away amid the ridicule of the father and son.

And the anger in his heart is like a burning blade of blood, little by little, cutting through the humility he once held onto.

"First the technical director Costa, then the coach of the BelΓ©m team, Carvalho, then the Sols who met yesterday, and now the David father and son today......"

"Why are you! Why do you think you're a professional? Why do you think you represent the real football!? ”

"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced!"

"From now on, I'm going to slap you in the face! I want you to know what it means to sit in a well and watch the sky! ”

From this moment on, the once polite and never grudge-minded Simon King will become the devil of the entire Portuguese football world.

He will lead his group of players who are despised by the world, and use his self-created vertical dense short passes to knock out all the opponents who stand in front of him.

He decided to humiliate and torture them in the most vicious language!

"I, Simon King, will let you know what real humiliation is!"

After getting back on the bus, Simon King went straight back to Vizela and had dinner with him at Forget-Me-Not.

Seeing that he looked bad, of course he was very concerned.

But Simon King refused to say it, and the beauty could only choose to accompany him silently.

Before parting, Simon King looked into Fence's eyes and said, "Fence, help me arrange a press conference." ”

"Press conference? Do you want to announce the signing of two players? ”

"No!"

Simon Kim shook his head and said decisively: "I am going to declare war on the entire Portuguese Super League!" ”

"A declaration of war? What do you mean? ”

"I'm going to declare war on those who look down on me, those who think they're insiders! I want them to know that the so-called profession is not about birth, but about what he does! ”