At three o 'clock in the afternoon in London, the game between Chelsea and Manchester United officially began. However, the more William watched, the more he wanted to curse. Although Chelsea did not concede a goal in the opening thirty minutes, even a layman like William could see that the team was tactically suppressed.
Grosvenor, who was sitting next to me, chuckled and said, "You see, this is why I don't play the team. It's too difficult to find a good coach and suitable good players. Coupled with these fanatical fans, the team will be scolded if they don't do well."
Fortunately, although the first half was a bit embarrassing, they did not concede a goal. During the halftime interval, William made up his mind and said to Anthony, "Help me invite Mourinho to my mother's private room."
"Yes, Boss." Anthony walked out of the private room and gave a few instructions to one of his men. He stood outside the door and waited for William.
After excusing himself from Grosvenor, William took Anthony into his mother's private room. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
William stood up and extended his hand to Mourinho, who had walked into the private room. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mourinho."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonshire. Thank you for inviting me to Stanford to watch the game." The two shook hands and greeted each other. William introduced his mother, Kenny, and Mourinho to each other and said, "The second half is about to start. José, the remaining forty-five minutes is your interview. Is that okay?"
"Of course, it's my pleasure." Mourinho nodded. He was still an unknown character, so his tone and expression did not have the slightest bit of a madman's.
Lena looked at William unhappily, blaming him for inviting Mourinho to Stanford without telling her in advance. However, with Kenny, a professional, explaining in the first half, Lena understood that Ranieri was completely suppressed tactically by Ferguson in the first half, which made her heart waver.
Thinking about her son, William's magic, Lena, who did not have the intention to change the manager, had to carefully consider the possibility of changing the manager.
After 45 minutes of explanation, Lena and Kenny couldn't help but have a whole new level of respect for Mourinho. This 37-year-old guy really had some skills. At least in defense, Kenny felt that Mourinho was more than one level higher than Ranieri.
The match was over, and the score was 0: 2. Kenny nodded at Lena, and then took the initiative to extend his hand to Mourinho. "Let me reintroduce myself, Mr. Mourinho. I'm Kenny Jackson, the team operations manager. Your explanation was very interesting."
Mourinho looked at the smiling William, then looked at the sullen Lena. He reached out to shake Kenny's hand and said calmly, "Thank you. It's not that I'm good, but that some people's tactical thinking is too backward."
"Haha," William laughed, knowing that Mourinho was belittling Ranieri. Lena pulled William to the side, looked at the confident Mourinho and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, Mom. When have I ever made a mistake? Give him two years, and he might bring back a championship for us," William said with certainty.
"Okay, God, I hope I made the right decision today," Lena hesitated for a long time, and said to Mourinho, "Congratulations, Mr. Mourinho. Are you ready? There's not much time left for you, and the fans won't have much patience for you. "
"Thank you, of course I understand. But I need to confirm if I'm the team's competitive manager after I take over, and how much transfer fee I'll get in the winter transfer."
William continued, "You're the manager, so you have the final say in the team's competitive and transfer matters. As for the transfer fee of 50 million to 100 million pounds, the prerequisite is that you have to have the results to let you work until the winter transfer period. If your results are too bad, I can only say sorry.
If you can qualify for the Champions League next year, then in the summer transfer period next year, you'll get another 100 million pounds in transfer fee. "
"God," Kenny was so shocked by William's bold words that he almost dropped the wine glass in his hand. Even Lena was shocked by the number William said. This was at least 150 million pounds, which was almost the price to buy Chelsea previously.
Not to mention Mourinho, who had never seen such a large sum of money before. After a long time, Mourinho excitedly said, "You can wait to pay, Mr. Devonshire. I promise you won't regret today's decision."
"Very good, I like your confidence. Do you need the team to help you find a place to live?" After William finished speaking, he clapped his hands, "I forgot to tell you, your first year's annual salary is one million pounds, a league title plus one million, the Champions League plus two million, as for the FA Cup."
William shook his head and said, "I'm not very interested in that thing. As long as it doesn't affect the team's results, you can do whatever you want. If you win the championship, then add two hundred thousand pounds. Of course, your bonus will be calculated separately. Is there a problem?"
"Mr. Devonshire, do you mean that if I win ten league titles, then my annual salary will be 11 million pounds?" Mourinho asked with a stutter.
"That's right."
"God, no problem, sir. I don't have any more questions, thank you," Mourinho excitedly reached out and shook William's hand.
After appeasing the excited Mourinho, William turned to look at the operations manager, Kenny. "Do you have any questions? Kenny? "
"No, Boss, I'll cooperate with Mr. Mourinho," Kenny was a sensible person. Before the team's results became bad, he would never go against Mourinho, who was personally set by William.
He was also a veteran in the football industry for more than twenty years. He knew very well that football had begun to move closer to money in recent years. Money might not necessarily lead to a championship, but it was becoming more and more impossible to win a championship without money.
As long as William could invest a lot of money for a few years in a row, Chelsea would become a powerhouse sooner or later. The only thing that worried him was that Mourinho would not intervene in the team's operations like Ferguson.
However, he was worried for nothing because William nodded in satisfaction after hearing his words. Then, he said to Mourinho, "You have the final say in the competition, and Kenny has the final say in the operations. Is there a problem?"
"No, Boss," Mourinho nodded to Kenny. "Happy cooperation, Mr. Jackson."
"Very well, then I won't disturb the two of you," William said to his mother, "Mom, will you be attending the press conference later?"
"I won't be going," Lena shook her head and helped William tidy up his coat and tie. "I don't know what to say even if I were to go. You're the main character today, my child."
"Then I'll take my leave first, gentlemen," William was about to go out when he suddenly stopped and turned to Kenny and Mourinho. "Quietly spread out Mourinho's explanation of the game in the second half today."
"Understood, Boss," Kenny nodded affirmatively, while Mourinho pretended to not care and shrugged his shoulders.
Lena could not stand it anymore and patted William's shoulder. "Go quickly, don't let the guests wait too long."
"Okay, see you tonight, Mom."
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