Lena took back the copy of The Sun from William's hands in surprise. Ever since William started to make money, Lena had a lot of trust in William's vision. But looking at the ridiculously young 37-year-old José Mourinho, Lena shook her head fiercely. "I think you're really crazy. I've never heard of this guy. Looking at him, I know he has no experience in coaching a big team."
This morning, the outside world had been in an uproar because of The Sun's report. The attention of the whole of England, coupled with the fact that William, a super genius in Devonshire, had personally sent someone to discuss it, made the Magic Bird enter the eyes of fans all over the world for the first time.
Unfortunately, after some understanding, some people immediately scoffed at William's move because José Mourinho at this time was an insignificant character.
The only thing that could be said was that he had just replaced Heynckes as the manager of the Portuguese powerhouse Benfica Football Club. But his good days did not last long. After just nine games, he resigned because of a disagreement with the club's chairman.
It sounded good that he had resigned, but in fact, he had taken the initiative to resign because he could not stay any longer. Now, he was considering whether to accept the invitation of the small club Lyana. He was unwilling and depressed, but he did not expect to receive a call that he did not even dare to think about. This call was, of course, made by William.
To be honest, William knew very well that Mourinho at this time was really not famous at all. His coaching skills were even more unknown. But who let Mourinho, although he did not win the Champions League during his time at Chelsea, won the Premier League title in his first year in office and won the Premier League title in the second year for a second consecutive year?
Of course, these memories were in William's mind. Things in this world would certainly not be like what William thought. Everything would go according to his memory. But for someone who had proven himself in his previous life to walk the same path again, the probability of success would be very high.
Mourinho was remembered by the world because he won the Champions League title at Porto. He was sought after because he broke the situation of the two powerhouses at Chelsea, Wenger and Ferguson, and then Inter Milan won the treble.
But it would be a lie to say that Mourinho was William's only choice. William would consider Mourinho so that he could be an assistant manager at Chelsea for two years and take over after two years of preparation. Perhaps he could replicate his experience at Porto at Chelsea. Maybe he could really win a Champions League title for Chelsea.
But looking at his mother now, whether Mourinho could come to Chelsea depended on whether he could convince William's boss, his mother. William would not quarrel with Lena over such a thing, but the old Ranieri was certain to be dismissed.
William had plenty of money in his hands, so he didn't need Ranieri, who was nicknamed the tinker. What's more, Ranieri's big mouth had offended William's God. As long as he found a suitable replacement, William would definitely kick Ranieri out immediately.
"Well, Mom, you're right. Chelsea is yours. Now you have the final say in the team. I'll be the logistics manager and be responsible for paying for it." William picked up the steamed egg soup and gave it to Lena. "This is made according to the way of the Celestial Empire. It tastes good. Try it."
"That's more like it. If you don't understand football, don't meddle in the team's affairs." Lena tasted the steamed egg soup with a spoon. She took another bite. "It tastes really good. No wonder you like the food of the Celestial Empire so much. It looks like I'll have to try more of the Celestial Empire's food in the future."
"Haha, I've told you to try more. The food of England is dark cuisine compared to the food of the Celestial Empire. I can't eat the fried fish, fries, and sausages."
"Ha, are you complaining that my cooking skills are too bad?" Lena stared at William inexplicably.
"Haha, Mom, try this soup dumpling and bone soup wonton again. This is made in the south of the Celestial Empire. The skin is thin and the filling is full. The taste is much better than fried eggs and grilled sausages."
Lena tasted a few mouthfuls. "Hmph, I still think fried eggs and grilled sausages are more suitable for me." But the spoon in her hand did not stop. William secretly laughed a few times in his heart as he watched. He wondered if he should ask Ancelotti to come over, but then he remembered that Ancelotti was now the manager of Juventus and he was not sure.
William and his mother were enjoying the delicacies of the Celestial Empire, but it was very lively outside. All the English fans were curious about who José Mourinho, a guy they had never heard of, was and why William, England's God of Wealth in Devonshire, would look for him at a critical time when he was about to take over the team and the manager, Ranieri, had just taken over the team and was doing a good job.
All kinds of questions and uncertainties confused the Chelsea fans. The elation of the past few days had also been ruined by the taunts of the fans of their archrivals, Tottenham Hotspur and West Ham United.
Chelsea did not have the strength to challenge Arsenal these days, so there were not so many battles. Therefore, in the hearts of the Chelsea fans, Arsenal at this time was not even in the top three of the list of archrivals.
A few days ago, after learning that the team had been bought by William, who grew up in Chelsea, all the Chelsea fans rejoiced, although William bought Chelsea as a gift for his mother.
Lena was also a native of Chelsea and was an avid fan. Many fans had been in contact with Lena and knew how much Lena loved Chelsea, so the fans did not care about the original gift.
When they met Tottenham Hotspur and West Ham United, some fans put up banners such as' We are the richest team in the world 'to satirize Tottenham Hotspur and West Ham United.
This really angered the Tottenham Hotspur and West Ham United fans. No matter what they refuted, the Chelsea fans only said three sentences: We are the richest, we are the richest, we are the richest.
Some of the grumpy Tottenham Hotspur and West Ham United fans almost fought with the Chelsea fans.
But today's newspaper cast a shadow over the hearts of the Chelsea fans. He had not officially taken over the team. Was William going to replace the manager, Ranieri, who seemed to be doing a good job? Although the tinker, Ranieri, was not the best manager, he was still better than the little-known Portuguese. No one would be at ease if this matter was placed on anyone.
Therefore, many fans spontaneously came to the outside of the hotel after seeing in the newspaper that William was staying at the Four Seasons Hotel in London, shouting to see William.
William, who was serving his mother breakfast, suddenly saw the hotel butler walk over quickly. He stood five or six meters away and knocked on the open restaurant door. At William's signal, he came in and said, "Mr. Devonshire, Mrs. Lena, I'm sorry to disturb your meal. Something has happened and I think I must report to you immediately."
"Okay!" William put down his fork, took a hot towel from the waiter, and wiped it clean. He looked at the somewhat anxious butler and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, I don't know why the Chelsea fans came outside the hotel, shouting to see you." The butler wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. "Although we tried our best to persuade them, the fans just wanted to see you."
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