Li Ang planned to talk to the president about Mata. He believed that the president should know about it, because after talking to Arango the other day, Arango seemed to be very interested in the matter and said that he would always pay attention to it.
He felt that he understood the president's thoughts a little. It seemed that every small Spanish club would be happy to be able to take advantage of Real Madrid.
Theoretically, the manager alone could decide on the player exchange contract with Real Madrid. However, Li Ang still needed to report to Arango. For Sporting de Gijón, 300,000 euros was not a small amount, and it needed the president's approval.
Li Ang came out of the office. He saw the president blowing smoke in the corridor near the stairs. Arango was an old smoker.
When Arango saw Li Ang, he waved happily and said, "Hey, Li, are you looking for me?" As he spoke, he took out a cigar box. "Do you want one?"
Li Ang waved his hand and declined. He smoked occasionally, but he was not addicted to it. The president's cigars were heavy, and he could not stand it.
"That's a pity." Arango shook his head, with an expression that said, "But I'm sure that you can't live without this stuff in the future."
The manager was under great pressure, and tobacco was a staple for them. That was why Arango said that.
"Maybe I'll fall in love with this stuff in the future." Li Ang smiled and pointed to the cigar. "But it's too strong for me now. You have to take care of your body, Mr. President."
"Haha, you have a tacit understanding," Arango said.
"What?" Li Ang said.
"Venita. She doesn't like me smoking." When Arango said this, his beard was about to curl up. It was obvious that he was showing off his little girl's concern.
Li Ang thought of the beautiful girl's figure. He smiled. "I'm going to find you. Mr. President. "Li Ang began to talk about business.
"Haha! We have a tacit understanding. Li, I'm waiting for you here. I know you'll come to me. "Manuel Arango smiled." Let me guess. Why are you looking for me … Let's see if I'm right. "
Li Ang nodded. "I think you're right."
Then the two of them said the name together, "— Mata!"
Li Ang laughed. "That's right, it's Mata! The latest feedback from Real Madrid has arrived. Mr. President, you should already know about it. "
"Oh, yes, I know." Old Arango said, "They want Parada and 300,000 euros! Then we get Juan and Mata! "
"Yes." Li Ang nodded.
"Since you've come to find me, does it mean that you approve of this deal?" Old Arango said. He looked at the time on his watch. "It's only been twenty minutes. You should have just gotten the news. It seems that you're really eager to agree with Real Madrid."
"Yes!" Li Ang nodded. "I'm in a hurry! I can't wait to reach an agreement with Real Madrid right now. "
"You're very optimistic about Mata?" Mr. President asked.
"Yes." Li Ang said seriously. "I've coached Mata. I know him. He's a talented kid. If you watch him play, you'll be fascinated."
"How does he compare to Parada?" Mr. President asked.
"There's no comparison at all." Li Ang shook his head. "Ten Parada can't compare to one of Mata's legs!"
Manuel Arango was surprised. He didn't expect Li Ang to have such a high opinion of Juan and Mata. Although Arango also thought that Parada had some small problems, such as personality problems, he still knew about Parada's talent and ability. The kid could be called the Messi of Gihon, it was not just because of the media's flattery.
Therefore, when he heard Li Ang say that "ten Parada can't compare to one of Mata's legs," and that Li Ang actually gave Mata such a high evaluation, Arango was shocked.
"Li, I don't want this to be because he's a player you used to coach and like very much …"
"Mr. President! You're questioning my professional ethics. " Li Ang said seriously. "I have absolutely no selfish motives. What I said is my professional judgment!"
Hearing Li Ang say so, Mr. President was silent. The president was silent for a moment. He admired Li Ang very much and had no objection to Li Ang's work ethic. He did not specifically target him when he said that. After all, coaches liked to use their former players, which was nothing in itself. It was a relatively common thing in the football world. Many coaches had players they liked to "carry" around with them. This was called a direct line of descent.
Hearing Li Ang's guarantee, Arango smiled. It seemed that he had inadvertently hurt this kid's self-esteem.
"Well, Li, I apologize to you," Arango said. "I didn't mean anything else."
Li Ang accepted the apology with a smile. He was not really angry.
"But you have to know," Arango said. "Three hundred thousand euros is not a small amount for Sporting de Gijón." Arango paused for a moment. "I won't hide it from you. The financial situation of the team is not optimistic."
Listening to the meaning of these words, Mr. President did not seem to agree. Could it be that they would miss out on Mata because of a mere three hundred thousand euros?
Li Ang was anxious. Of course, he would not allow such a situation to happen.
"Mr. President —" He immediately tried to persuade him.
"I believe in your judgment." Arango interrupted Li Ang's words. "The game with Orléans was the best game I've seen Sporting de Gijón B Team play. You said you wanted Pallada to perform well, and you did it! You said you wanted to trade Pallada with Real Madrid. I promised you before, so I will fulfill my promise. "
Li Ang looked at Manuel Arango.
The latter took a deep puff of his cigar and looked out the window. "Do you know what I was happiest about that game?"
"What was it?" Li Ang asked.
"It was the second half of the game! Our goals in the second half were no longer scored by Pallada! They were scored by other players! " Manuel Arango said, "I was happy to see the excitement of the other kids after they scored."
"Football is not only a stage for geniuses to perform." Li Ang said, "It's a stage for many ordinary players and some geniuses to compose together!"
"That's right. That's why I believe in you. You don't believe in geniuses, but it's easier for you to find them. "Arango laughed and then winked." But I still like geniuses! "
"Everyone likes them." Li Ang said with a smile.
"Li." Mr. President looked at Li Ang. "Do you think that kid is worth the price?"
Li Ang thought of Mata's future value. He smiled and said, "Mr. President. You can rest assured. This will be a worthwhile investment. You'll be happy in a few years. We only spent three hundred thousand euros to buy him now. At that time, you'll find that the three hundred thousand euros now is just a fraction of the three million euros in the future. Even thirty million euros will not be a problem. "
"Very good." The president clapped his hands. He was very happy with the prospect. However, he seemed to think that Li Ang was exaggerating a little. For a small club like Sporting de Gijón, the highest price they could get for selling a player was only a few million euros. Tens of millions of euros? It was simply unimaginable. In Arango's view, if Mata wanted to transfer in the future, it would be good if he could exchange three million euros for Sporting de Gijón. So, he laughed and said, "If this kid proves that he's worth thirty million euros, you have the final say in the transfer of the team. I won't interfere. "
"It's a deal." Li Ang immediately said with a smile.
Both of them laughed and thought that the other was joking. Because to ask for the transfer rights of the team, this was at least the request of the team's first team manager. You're just a coach of the B team. Why are you making a fuss?
"Very good! I agree to Mata's deal! "The president clapped his hands." If you need the club's help, contact me immediately. I believe in your judgment. "
Li Ang laughed. Of course there's no problem with my judgment. My judgment is not only more than ten years ahead, but I also have a super powerful cheat.
He was in an unusually good mood. It's done.
Little Mata, come to my bowl!
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