Whether or not he could control the players depended on the coach's ability, fame, honor, and how much power the club handed to him.
Therefore, Mourinho did not think for a moment before he replied, "As long as your healing device is really effective, and it's not open to players from other teams in recent years, I don't think any player who is suffering from injury can refuse our invitation.
Plus, if you give me the right to put disobedient players on the bench, then no one will dare to pick a fight. "
"Hehe." Hearing Mourinho take the opportunity to ask for power, William just thought about it and agreed. "As long as it doesn't affect the results, you have the final say on who starts and who plays."
"No problem, Boss."
Mourinho looked excitedly at the team manager, Kenny, who rolled his eyes. With William's personal guarantee, Mourinho believed that as long as the results were not bad, he would really have the final say in the team's competitive aspects in the future.
And if they could win a few titles, they might be able to start a Chelsea dynasty like Ferguson did at Manchester United.
As they chatted, Jesse, who had prepared dinner, happily returned to the living room and said to Lena, "Madam, dinner is ready. Shall we invite the guests to eat now?"
"Okay." Lena was in a very good mood now that the team was planning to acquire Ronaldo and Buffon. In addition, Jesse had ignored William and reported directly to her. She suddenly found Jesse more pleasing to the eye and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
Then she said to Mourinho and Kenny, "Gentlemen, let's eat first and talk later. How about that?"
Seeing that William had stood up, Kenny and Mourinho hurriedly got up and replied to Lena, "Thank you, Madam. Please go ahead."
When they came to the dining room, the chefs saw that the dishes were authentic Portuguese cuisine cooked with top-notch fresh cod, swimming shrimp, crabs, and various kinds of shellfish.
Old Mu was very happy and thanked them again and again, which made his respected mother look at Jesse more pleasing to the eye.
After returning a flattering smile, Jesse vaguely showed a grateful expression to Abigail, and William, who observed all this, smiled and shook Abigail's hand next to him.
Everyone was chatting and laughing as they ate. Outside the manor, dozens of paparazzi and reporters had already surrounded it.
After the paparazzi spread the news that William was wearing a white coat and a pair of single-sided smart glasses that emitted blue light, along with his mother and Abby, they personally welcomed Mourinho, Kenny, and Marcel, who was in a wheelchair, in the main building of the manor.
Many television stations in England broadcast the news at the last minute. For a time, the whole of London was curious as to why Marcel would visit William's manor after his injury.
In addition, there were no photos of William wearing a white coat, so people couldn't help but wonder if William had invented some new technology to treat athletes' injuries.
Not long after, many fans wearing winter coats, Chelsea uniforms, scarves, and hats spontaneously came to the outside of the manor. They waited for Old Swagger, who was one of the leaders of the fans, to arrive with his son, Bob Lee Swagger, and a few companions.
Many fans, who knew that he had a good relationship with William, encouraged Old Swagger to go to the manor to ask what was going on.
Without waiting for Old Swagger to hesitate, William, who received Sunday's notice, asked Sunday to invite Swagger and his son into the manor. Not long after, the door opened automatically, and a servant politely invited Swagger and his son into the manor.
"God, Old Swagger, I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with Mr. Devonshire."
Listening to his companion's praise, Old Swagger just smiled and walked into the manor with Bob. As soon as they walked to the main building, they saw Abigail, who greeted them, apologizing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Swagger, William and his wife are having dinner with Mourinho and Mr. Kenny, so they could only let me pick you up. He also said that with his relationship with you, you don't have to be so polite."
"That's right." Not having to be so polite meant that their relationship had reached a certain level. Swagger nodded repeatedly and smiled at his father, "Father, with my relationship with William, you really don't have to be so polite."
"Thank you," Abby smiled and extended his hand to make an inviting gesture, "Please come with me, gentlemen. If you haven't eaten yet, you can have some with us."
"Can I?"
Although they had already had dinner, Old Swagger would not let go of the opportunity to have a meal and chat with the team's boss, coach, and manager.
"Of course, when I came out, William had already instructed the chef to prepare food for you," Abby smiled and nodded, then explained.
"Because the coach is Portuguese, today's food is Portuguese. If you're not used to it, I'll go to the kitchen and ask the chef to make it again."
"No need," Old Swagger waved his hand, "Seafood is no problem, but it would be better if there was beer."
"Is Blue Ribbon 1844 okay?" Abby said without any impatience, "The only other one is Budweiser."
"Blue Ribbon is fine." Although Old Swagger had drunk Blue Ribbon 1844 for 20 pounds a bottle, he had only drunk it a few times. Therefore, with this kind of beer, Budweiser was not in his consideration.
When he walked into the restaurant, he saw William standing up politely and approaching to shake his hand. Then, to Old Swagger's surprise, William actually hugged his son Bob.
"Buddy, how have you been recently?"
Bob Lee Swagger smiled and said, "Not bad, I bought a big house near the stadium and even got a girlfriend. The only bad thing is that I've been drinking a little too much beer recently."
"Ha, you're really fast. It's only been ten days, and your life is already complete. Come, let me introduce you to the team's coach and manager. In the future, if you want a ticket behind the coach's seat, just look for Kenny, right, Kenny?"
"Of course, Mr. Devonshire. When we get back, I'll get two of the best season tickets for the home game for the two of you, Mr. Swagger. If you don't like it, the box is also not a problem."
Since the boss had personally promised, Kenny would not object. As for the good seats that had already been sold, it was very simple for him. At worst, he could just upgrade the season ticket fans to a small box.
"Thank you, but …" Seeing Swagger's hesitation, William smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, buddy, if you have something to say, just say it. If I can do it, I promise to help you."
Looking at his father's white hair, Swagger asked embarrassedly, "Can I work in the team?"
Work? William could not help but be stunned. Swagger hurriedly explained, "After I came back, I met Mr. William, but you know, William, the work there doesn't require me to go there often, and with my past experience, I need to find a …"
"Okay, I understand."
The work there Swagger was talking about was the sniper coach job at the Ace Agent Academy. This job did not require him to go there every day, sometimes even once a week.
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