It was not so difficult to have the best of both worlds. Lena had the dream of being a champion. How could William not want that?
Of course, he wanted it. From the moment he bought the team, he had thought about winning the championship. Moreover, even if he did not open the treatment technology to the players of other teams, could he not open it to the athletes of other sports?
Among the athletes in the world who suffered from injuries every year, there were at least a few thousand, if not hundreds, who could afford 100,000 US dollars for treatment.
Moreover, those super-rich athletes in the NBA, American football, tennis, and car racers were priced between one million and five million. It was certainly not a problem to rip them off.
In addition, Chelsea had recruited a few famous superstar players who had suffered repeated injuries to the team.
Once these players joined with injuries and appeared on the training ground or on the field alive and kicking the next day, it would be difficult not to become famous.
If no one in the Chelsea team was suspended due to injury for the whole season and won the championship, there would be no better advertisement than this when the media delved into it.
The only worry was that if they did not open the treatment technology to other teams in the football world, they might be sued.
Thinking of this, William asked his mother, "If we keep the technology to ourselves and don't open it to the football world, aren't you afraid that other teams will sue us for violating the principle of fair competition?"
"Idiot, there is no such thing as fair competition in football."
Lena looked at William speechlessly. "Besides, when those teams react and appeal, the Football Association will accept and discuss it. Can't we appeal and spend a little money to find someone to help us fight a war of words?
It might be a year or two, or even a few years later, before the Football Association has a decision. If we still can't win the championship by then, then we'll make money first.
As for the Champions League, as long as we don't violate their rules, we don't have to pay attention to them. Besides, who stipulated that the medical technology must be open to everyone? "
After listening, William nodded. As long as he was willing to spend millions of dollars to fight a war of words, he could find a group of experts to speak up for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a worried Abigail and Jesse. "What do you think?"
Abigail was about to speak when she felt Jesse's grip on her hand tighten.
Glancing at the nervous Jessie, Gail thought for a moment and understood that Jessie was reminding him that before William made up his mind, it was best for the two of them not to get involved in the disagreement between their man and Lena.
She felt warmth in her heart. She had not wasted her time helping Jesse. She patted Jesse's hand and whispered, "Don't worry."
Then, he said, "Well, dear, you already know the answer in your heart. Besides, it's Madam's birthday in three days."
"That's right, that's right." Feeling Gail's grip on his hand, Jesse hurriedly nodded. "Madam Lena is now the most important person in our family."
"That's right, haha." Jesse's compliment not only made his mother laugh, but William also laughed. "Then let's accept the treatment applications from athletes in other sports first. Let's delay football for as long as we can."
With her goal achieved, Lena happily kissed William on the forehead. "Good night, good son."
As soon as his mother left, Gail sat next to William and said, "In fact, it was a good idea for you to recruit Ronaldo. There are so many geniuses and superstars in football who have been ruined by injuries. We all know how great the impact of these people is."
"Okay." He interrupted Gail's explanation. "I understand what you're saying. Don't worry, I'm not that petty."
After chatting some more, William took one in each hand and went back to the bedroom to do some fitness activities that were beneficial to the body and mind.
At around seven o 'clock the next morning, William, who was alone with his mother for breakfast, heard Sunday's report. "Sir, I just received a notice from Mr. Schwartz. I think you should go to the Chelsea team to take a look."
Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, William asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Schwartz reported that Manager Mourinho's behavior today was a bit abnormal. He seemed to be planning to harm himself."
"What?" After being stunned for a second, William pulled off the napkin around his neck and threw it on the table angrily. He said, "Is that bastard crazy or has he been provoked by something?"
After informing his mother, who had also heard Sunday's report, he drove an Aston Martin sports car to the team. After parking the car in the parking lot, he saw Schwartz waiting for him.
As soon as he got out of the car, William asked in annoyance, "What does that bastard want to do?"
"Haha, don't worry, Boss." Schwartz laughed. "You'll understand when I take you to the training ground."
Seeing that Schwartz's tone was relaxed, William was relieved. When he arrived at the training ground, he ran into a helpless Gunnar and his daughter, Sofia, who was only 16 years old.
"Good morning, Boss. Have you had breakfast? If not, I'll go to the restaurant and get you one. "
Looking at Sofia, who was more beautiful than a flower, with long legs and a curvy figure at such a young age, and then looking at the tall and fierce-looking Gunnar, William could not help but wonder if Sofia was Gunnar's biological daughter.
"There's no need to trouble yourself. I've already had breakfast when I came out." After saying that, he gave Gunnar a look.
Gunnar shrugged. "Boss, if you don't have any other orders, I'm going to clock in and change into my uniform for work."
He looked at Gunnar's back in surprise, then looked at the smiling Sofia beside him. It did not take long for him to realize that this girl must have recruited Gunnar into the team as a security guard.
Shaking his head, William did not care about Sofia anymore. He walked into the training ground with his hands behind his back and saw Mourinho, who was limping but had a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Boss. I accidentally twisted my ankle when I was doing morning exercises with the players, so I couldn't greet you personally."
William shook his head and said helplessly, "Should I blame you for being unscrupulous in order to achieve your goal, or praise you for letting go of yourself on the field and experimenting on yourself to make the players believe in new technology?"
Mourinho said indifferently, "As long as I can win, a little sprain is nothing."
"Forget it, just this once." William turned around and said to Swagger behind him, "Go to the manor. When you see my mother, she will give you medical insurance."
"Okay, Boss." Swagger nodded and left the training ground to drive to the manor.
After waiting for half an hour, Swagger came back with a convenient ankle kit and placed it in front of Mourinho, who was sitting in the technical area.
William scanned the kit with his phone and it opened automatically. "Put your injured foot in. If you can still walk, this kind of injury will recover in about an hour."
Mourinho took off his shoes and socks and put his foot into the kit. He was surprised to find that the liquid was actually warm.
An hour later, he put on his shoes and socks and walked slowly under the surprised gazes of all the players and staff.
After he did not feel any pain, Mourinho could not help but run slowly. After running one round, he returned to William's side and exclaimed, "Boss, this is really amazing. I didn't expect the effect to be so strong.
With this technology, our team's tactics will be more varied in the future. We can give Arsenal a surprise in the game this afternoon. "
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