Public Enemy [Soccer]

The Spaniard hasn't been beaten for a long time.

In Manchester United, his performance is a well-deserved core, and he also deserves the number behind him. All performances strive for perfection.Although Sir Alex didn't say this on the face, he still understood it in his heart.

Although he doesn't praise the young man very much in front of him on weekdays, whether it's an interview or a press conference, the old man will still express his satisfaction with the Spaniard.

He was beaten suddenly today. The Spaniard was defenseless. He rubbed his head and blinked: "Sir...?"

Could it be because he was upset about leaving Sir Alex Manchester United, so he drove all the way to his house to beat him up? ?

shouldn't be...

Sir, what is going on now must be clearer than him, so why not come over and beat him because of this matter?And now he hasn't left yet!

Sir, looking at the pitiful look of the young man he hadn't seen for a long time, he felt a little heartbroken. He acted appropriately, just a little bit of pain, but who made his face so suitable for showing such an expression of grievance?

Every time he looked at the young man, Sir, he knew why the Portuguese in Spain were eaten to death...

The Scottish old man sighed, stretched out his hand and flicked the place where he was beaten: "Do you know what Mendes wants to do?"

Ivan was still smiling because of Sir Alex's actions, but when he heard this question, he immediately said: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, I don't understand."

"?" His Excellency raised his eyebrows, "You don't know? Could it be that he hasn't told you yet?"

Ivan wanted to insist that even Ferguson could not represent Manchester United to inquire about his thoughts, but Sir Alex seemed to know something: "Is there any problem?"

"It's not a big problem." Sir Alex lazily replied, "However, in this week, we have received seven transfer applications for you..."

"Only seven copies?" Ivan was surprised. Is he so unpopular?

Ferguson obviously heard what he said, and couldn't help but give him a blank look: "Not all teams have the confidence to bid for Manchester United's core players. This is what Mendes and I have screened to be able to place a bid." The contracts that were negotiated on the surface, and the rest of the contracts that were blindly quoted at first glance, we just threw them away."

Ivan carefully probed: "So what happened?"

Ferguson sneered: "The five major leagues have all submitted contracts to us. At present, the ones that are on the bright side and ready to be announced include those from Paris Saint-Germain, Inter Milan, Bayern Munich, Chelsea, Manchester City, and even Wenger. The poor guys gritted their teeth and got a good contract...among them, of course, there was one from Real Madrid."

Ivan's smiling face was finally shaken for a moment, but then quickly returned to calm: "Real Madrid still have the leisure to reach out to Manchester United? They are already in trouble."

Real Madrid is indeed not good now, it can even be said to be turbulent.

Now the head coach of Real Madrid is still Jose Mourinho, but the conflicts between him and the players are so deep that they cannot be reconciled. Silas discorded and demoted the Real Madrid goalkeeper and captain to the bench.

At the same time, because of the implementation of the "wolf culture" of his Portuguese coach, the Spanish and Portuguese players in the locker room are divided, and the team is already falling apart.

And unlike Manchester United, the head coach has the support of the team's top management. In places like Real Madrid, if the head coach does not perform well, the chairman will be the first to clean him up.

Very miserable.

The expression on Ferguson's face was clear and vaguely murderous: "Because of the current internal chaos, they expect to buy a foreign aid to change the status quo."

Ivan was a little dumbfounded: "How can there be foreign aid that can solve the current situation? Either Casillas will leave or Mourinho will leave. There are only two solutions."

"They think you can." Ferguson's expression didn't seem to be joking at all, "Because you are a pure Castilian, and because you and Cristiano Ronaldo are 'friends'."

The Scottish old man deliberately emphasized the word "friend". Ivan and him looked at each other, and the big and small foxes smiled meaningfully.

Ivan's tone was very relaxed: "They have a good idea, I don't necessarily want to go yet."

"That's why I'm curious that Mendez didn't tell you," Sir Alex immediately became curious, "Did he not tell you?"

Ivan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Real Madrid offered a price that Manchester United couldn't refuse," Sir Alex coughed lightly, "They were the first to make an offer, and they were also the ones who made the highest offer, so although the latter ones were put on the bright side, in the end , it is very likely that you will go to Real Madrid."

Ferguson didn't use the word "back". Castilla and Real Madrid are basically two teams, not to mention Ivan's buyout clause for a permanent transfer back then. Of course, going to Real Madrid now is not a "wanderer" go home".

Ivan laughed lightly: "I should thank you for being the director of Manchester United, and you are willing to tell me this directly?"

These should all be things that were discussed at the negotiating table. Ivan should not know about it logically. When Ivan cooperates, he will take the initiative to contact Ivan.

After all, Ivan is satisfied as long as he has the ball to play.

The lord cast a cold glance at the young man beside him: "Who made you so stupid, if you were sold by Mendes, you would count the money for him! How did you sign your contract before you met Mendes?"

"Someone will be responsible at that time." Ivan said vaguely.

The lord thought he was referring to his adoptive father Erelin: "Alright, I won't say much, you should be careful."

Ivan was a little curious. After all, the lord came to talk to him, so why not keep him? "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

The lord paused for a moment, and suddenly a half-smile expression appeared on his face, and the sight through the glasses made Ivan shrink his head: "What do you want me to say?"

The Spanish boy blinked his golden eyes, showing that pitiful bullied look again.

The Sir sighed softly, and finally stretched out his hand to rub his head. This is a movement he has often done in these years. The little boy also enjoys his touch very much, and sometimes he even rubs it subconsciously, but he himself has not touched it until now. Just noticed.

"Ivan," the lord finally called out his beloved disciple's name softly, closed his eyes, and tried his best to make his voice normal. "Some things cannot be said, for you and for Manchester United."

The expression on Ivan's face was blank for a moment, and he finally didn't speak for a long while, but just nodded.

The silence of the two was broken by the vibration of the mobile phone not long after. The two looked down at the mobile phone at the same time, and then Sir Alex shifted his gaze to Ivan's mobile phone.

The Spaniard quickly pressed the phone down and turned the phone over. Sir Ferguson snorted coldly, and his expression returned to normal: "Mendez?"

The Spaniard coughed lightly, and before he had time to speak, Sir Alex continued, "Call him back."

Ivan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, talking to you is more important."

"I'm fine here." Sir Alex pushed his glasses calmly, "He should have something to do with you, go back."

Ivan opened his mouth and said nothing.

The phone began to vibrate persistently again, and Ivan looked down. Of course, the Sir could see his hesitation and entanglement, and directly urged: "Go, kid."

Ivan and the Sir looked at each other, and he saw comfort and encouragement from the retired old man's eyes.

The Scottish old man urged again: "Go."

Ivan nodded, opened the car door and got up to leave. After taking two steps, he subconsciously turned back.

The old man was still sitting in the car, he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see the corners of his mouth raised, and waved at him when he turned his head.

Go kid, run to your future.

The Spaniard's eyes were moist for a moment, and he waved his hands desperately, then ran to the house.

When he rushed into the hall of the house, he obviously startled the people in the hall. Mendes put down his phone and looked at him in astonishment: "Ivan, what's wrong?"

Ivan rubbed his eyes, his face had returned to normal, and when he looked back at him, he was the usual him again: "I'm fine, are you here?"

Mendes nodded. Since Ivan said it was fine, of course he still believed in his players. After all, his players are human and still have the right to privacy, so he changed the topic directly: "Yes, we can almost start The event is over, let me tell you about the current situation?"

Ivan nodded calmly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Even if the lord had already told him about the current situation just now, this did not prevent him from listening to it again.

Fortunately, Mendes probably talked about it, and didn't mean to hide anything from him. After listening, Ivan didn't react on his face, and only raised his eyebrows: "So what are you thinking now?"

"My best choice is of course Real Madrid." Mendes replied without hesitation, "but now the choice is in your hands, you can choose anywhere, even if you want to stay at Manchester United, I will try my best to work for you of."

Obviously, Mendes still took his previous words to heart, and did not take the initiative to help him make a choice. After all, Ivan is already an adult, and even if he doesn't care about things, he still has his own opinions, especially It is in the life event of playing football.

Ivan had just chatted with Sir Alex, so he naturally knew Sir Alex's attitude. He didn't expect Mendes to say this: "If I want to stay at Manchester United, what will you do?"

"That is naturally to put pressure on the top management of Manchester United, regarding your contract treatment, and the issue of playing." When it came to this, Mendes' expression was clearly not very good-looking, "Moyes is a bit too much, your playing Although the problem has not violated the contract, it is much less than before, and now he will continue to be the head coach of Manchester United, so I do not recommend you to stay."

Ivan chuckled: "I didn't intend to stay either."

"If you want to stay, you have to stay out of the way... What did you just say?" Mendes opened his mouth wide.

"I said, I agree to the transfer," Ivan chuckled, "And according to what you just said, Real Madrid is actually a good choice, right?"

The author has something to say: qwq the author did a stupid thing...

This chapter is actually an update from yesterday... the author thought he posted it regularly...

Then, just after scrolling through the comments, my heart skipped a beat, and I went to the backstage of the author to take a look...

This chapter is lying in the manuscript box, neither sad nor happy.

It turned out that it was the author, who set the wrong time...

Tomorrow update [-] to make up QAQ

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