"Morata! Álvaro? Borja? Morata? Martin! "Speaking of his son's name, the tall man's face was full of pride.
Álvaro? Borja? Morata? Martin … Why did this name sound so familiar?
Li Ang immediately perked up. Any name that sounded familiar to him must have a background. At the very least, his future achievements would be decent.
Suddenly, a name popped up in his mind.
Real Madrid!
Morata!
With these two pieces of information, it was easy to identify the target.
Álvaro Morata, the product of Real Madrid's youth training, was later sold by Real Madrid to Juventus. The kid performed well at Juventus and killed his former team in the Champions League semi-final, causing Real Madrid to suffer. As a result, Real Madrid later used the buy-back clause and spent 30 million euros to buy back Morata … Well, Real Madrid did not buy back Morata for their own use. They wanted to sell Morata to Arsenal and make a lot of money. Unfortunately, when Li Ang 'transmigrated', the development of the situation was that Arsenal's manager, Wenger, was hesitant in the face of Real Madrid's offer of 60 million euros. He was habitually scared and actually bought a Japanese striker to be Morata's substitute … Poor Morata was still worried about his future at that time.
He was a very well-rounded striker and very capable. Unfortunately, Real Madrid looked down on their own players.
Yes, it was that Morata. However, he still had to confirm.
"Is it A-l-v-a-r-o, B-o-r-j-a, M-o-r-a-t-a, M-a-r-t-in?" He asked expectantly.
The man nodded. "Yes! Álvaro Morata!! My son, a genius! " At this time, little Morata also came back. The man patted his son's head and said dotingly.
Li Ang also nodded vigorously. "That's right!"
The man glanced at Li Ang. Didn't you just say that you haven't seen my son play football and can't comment? Why are you now insisting that my son is a genius?
"Looking at the father's burly figure, I know that your son will have a good physique in the future. Also, your son's feet are simply the golden feet that can score goals like flies." Li Ang said without blushing. "Genius! Absolutely! "
"Haha, you're right." The man actually believed him. Anyway, it was a compliment to his son, and he was very happy. Moreover, he had a good impression of Li Ang. Therefore, he was very happy and said to Morata beside him, "Son! Did you hear what this gentleman said? He said that you are a genius, a genius who can score goals like flies! You're a genius. He's a genius with a bright future! "
Little Morata hummed in acknowledgment, still lacking in confidence.
"Alvaro," Li Ang said. "If I say you're a genius, then you are! I'm very good at judging people. Otherwise, how would I know that you're a striker? If you don't believe me, ask your father. He didn't tell me what position you play. "
The child looked at his father, and his father immediately nodded and promised, "I didn't tell him."
Little Morata's expression immediately became a little excited. He looked at Li Ang and whispered, "Thank you."
*****
Li Ang was very excited at this time. He felt that he really had to thank his good friend, Pablo Banderas. This old friend of his had disappeared to travel around the world. He came here to inquire about him, but he met Morata and his son, who had brought their son to Real Madrid for a trial. This gave him a great opportunity.
After the failure of Spain's golden generation in the 2014 World Cup, in 2016, Spain was even older and the golden generation was gradually aging. Among the new generation of players, Morata was definitely the best. He was regarded as the new Raúl by the Spaniards and was the hope of Spain.
Now that he had met such a player, and he was a wild player who had not joined Real Madrid's youth training, he had to find a way to get him.
This was a completely unexpected opportunity. If Li Ang could not seize it, then he did not have to return to Sporting de Gijón today.
At this time, Li Ang caught a glimpse of Real Madrid's current under-17 A team manager, Candelaria, and a few people walking over, talking and laughing. Among the other people, one of them was the coach of Real Madrid's under-13 A team.
Li Ang's heart skipped a beat, and a wicked idea came to him.
He wanted to complete an act of "artistic poaching" without anyone knowing.
*****
Li Ang did not say anything. He lowered his head and took out a notebook from his pocket. He tore off a piece of paper and wrote down his name, phone number, and the address and contact number of Sporting de Gijón's Maleo training base.
He handed the notebook to Morata's father.
The man looked at Li Ang strangely, and little Morata turned his head to see what was written.
Li Ang smiled at Morata's father and said, "Your son is a genius! We're sure of that. "
Morata's father nodded. Of course, his son was a genius.
"If." Li Ang said, "I'm saying if. If Real Madrid doesn't know what's good for them, you can come to Gijón and find me! I'll provide your son with a youth contract. There's no need for a trial. He can sign the contract directly! "
Morata's father was about to say something like "My son will definitely be valued by Real Madrid." Then he heard Li Ang say, "I'm saying if. After all, there are people who are blind! You have to admit that. "
Morata's father nodded subconsciously. He did not deny this situation.
"Then, invite him to Gijón! I'll personally take the time to teach this child. I have faith in him! "Li Ang said seriously.
There was no doubt that these words moved Morata's father. Why did he say that it was a pity that Li Ang was not the coach of Real Madrid? It was because Li Ang's analysis was correct. He felt that this was the coach who understood his son the best. Having such a person to teach his son would be a great help to his son.
Therefore, at this moment, Li Ang's words moved him.
He could feel the sincerity of the other party.
He thought to himself that it was just a backup plan anyway, and the other party was being kind.
Besides, he was confident that his son would be chosen by Real Madrid. In that case, why should he refuse the other party's kindness?
He nodded and put away the notebook.
"Thank you," Morata's father said. "Alfonso Morata, thank you for your kindness."
"Ang Li!" Li Ang said with a smile. "You can call me Li. Goodbye. I wish you all the best in your trial."
The two men shook hands and said goodbye.
*****
Watching Alfonso Morata take his son through the door of Charmartin, Li Ang turned his head to look.
He looked at Candelaria's side and saw that the other side had noticed them and was pointing at them. Li Ang smiled and immediately waved his hand to greet them.
However, he did not get a response. It was obvious that although they were all former colleagues, they were naturally birds of a feather with Candelaria and did not have a good relationship with him.
Li Ang took out his phone and typed a message. He sent it to Real Madrid's under-13 A team manager, Pereira. The general idea was that the son of a friend of his had come to Real Madrid for a trial, and he asked him to take care of him.
Ever since he confirmed Morata's identity, he had been thinking about poaching him. He did not directly stop him because he knew that it was impossible to persuade Morata and his son not to go to Real Madrid for a trial. Therefore, he had to find another way.
He did not think that there was anything wrong with poaching because he was aware of Morata's unpleasant experience at Real Madrid. He was sold by Real Madrid like a commodity. He believed that this talented all-around shooter would be able to unleash his full potential under his tutelage. This was a win-win situation.
After sending the message, Li Ang picked up his phone and waved in their direction. Of course, he still did not get a response.
They were pointing at him and laughing. Candelaria was laughing happily and the people around him echoed. They probably thought that he was a fool.
Idiot!
Only a fool would know.
Li Ang turned his head and left amidst the pointing and teasing of his former Real Madrid colleagues.
PS: This chapter is for my book friend, Wandering Scholar Piao Hong.
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