novelonline Chapter 875 Will you play football in Europe in the future?
Chapter 875 Will you play football in Europe in the future?
Chapter 875 Will you return to Europe to play football in the future?
European football transfers are full of smoke. Countless wealthy teams wave their checkbooks to recruit their favorite stars. Countless top stars leave the team with sky-high transfer fees in search of a higher platform and better development.
Even ordinary small football clubs are constantly moving in the transfer market. Although they don't have much available transfer funds, they are most happy to find some high-quality and cheap players from the transfer market.
Not only that, but in the distant Americas, Africa, and Asian continents, there are also scouts from many European clubs searching around, looking for young talents, hoping to create the next Aguero - a talented striker who created a transfer record of 4500 million euros this summer.
As long as an Aguero can be dug out, the club's income for a year will be in hand.
Outside of the European continent, the most popular places for scouts are Brazil and Argentina, where football talents are everywhere, and these scouts are like gold diggers, searching for them wantonly.
Brazil this summer is extremely lively, and many young players are just around the corner, approaching European giants.The last pair of twin stars, Diego and Robinho, have already become the main players of European clubs. Is the next genius still far away?
On the sidelines of the Flamengo club's training ground, there are countless scouts around every day, staring at the young players on the training ground.The staff and coaches of the club are also happy to see this situation. Being able to send talented players in their team to Europe is not only the wish of young people, but also the expectation of the club. After all, they rely on this method to make money.
On the sidelines of the training ground, several Italian scouts were chatting. Both of them were from Milan City and were scouts for Inter Milan and AC Milan.
Although the two teams are mortal enemies on the field, many people are good friends off the field, even the players of the two clubs.
"Man, it's just bad luck that we got sent to Flamengo."
"Why? In recent years, Flamengo has also cultivated many talented stars, and it is not bad here."
"Hmph, Flamenco is far behind! If I had to choose, I still want to go to Santos."
"Santos is really good. They not only defended the state league championship, but also just won the Copa Libertadores. It's amazing."
"Now the entire South American continent knows that Santos has produced a football genius, known as the second Pele!"
"Hehe, do you believe that too? Nowadays, any Brazilian genius is called the second Pele or Ronaldo II. If he doesn't have a famous nickname, he will be ashamed to go out."
"Man, it's different this time. I've seen him play live. That kid is really amazing! I'm sure that as long as he lands in Europe, he will definitely be a famous talent! His height, um, is at least the level of our team Ripato!"
"So strong? Are you not afraid that I will tell the club and poach your corners?"
"Forget it, man, this kid is not something you and my two clubs can afford. Although he is only 19 years old, he has already been targeted by other rich people. It is said that Real Madrid has already offered a sky-high price of 4000 million euros. They want to bring the Brazilian genius to the Bernabeu! Barcelona even sent someone to negotiate with him early and sign him at all costs!"
"My God, are these two clubs crazy? Such a young boy, and he has not yet proven his strength in European football, is it worth spending such a large transfer fee? Forget it, I'd better forget about it."
"Hehe, don't look at the amount of money, you may not be able to buy it if you have money. If this kid can really show his full ability, even if he wins the World Footballer, it is very possible."
"World Footballer?" The Inter Milan scout was stunned for a moment, and soon a mocking smile appeared on his face. He pointed to the direction of the training ground and taunted the AC Milan scout beside him, "Isn't that guy also the World Footballer? Why didn't he play in AC Milan? Huh, many so-called geniuses are just short-lived."
After hearing this, AC Milan's scouts looked very helpless: "Brother, don't sprinkle salt on our wounds, can you? When we bought him in 2008, we paid a high price of 2100 million euros. The first season was basically adapting to the rhythm, the second season was good, and the last season was completely useless. If we can play a substitute, we can't send him back to Brazil during the winter break. His talent has been used up, and he has been useless..."
The two were chatting, and saw that the player they were talking about stabbed in front of the penalty area, and the ball went straight into the dead corner. He scored a goal in the training match.
His teammates rushed up to celebrate with him. Although he forced a smile, he was a little worried and didn't look that happy.
A day of training always goes by quickly. For some players, training is hard work, but for those who really love football, as long as they can play on the football field, they can feel very happy, even if it is not an official game, but just a training match.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the Brazilian left the training ground. He was the last player to leave. After greeting the staff who were cleaning up the field, he went straight to the club's parking lot.
After walking out of the training ground, there were no reporters or scouts outside the training ground.
not a single one.
If it was a few years ago, no matter where he went, he would be surrounded by a group of fans, three layers inside and three layers outside, airtight.
Signing and signing in are soft, and laughing to the point of mouth cramps when taking pictures.
But now, there is no one outside the stadium, only a parking lot attendant sitting on a chair, yawning lazily, drowsy.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head lightly. He who was smiling on the court just now looked extremely lonely.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a childish call.
"Hello, can I take a photo with you?"
He froze for a moment, then turned his head to see that it was a child about 10 years old. The child looked at him expectantly with an immature face.
He nodded and moved closer to the child. The child took a photo with the front camera of the phone.
After looking at it, I was a little dissatisfied, so I took a few more pictures, and I was happy.
He was not impatient, and patiently cooperated with the child.
"Thank you, I'm your fan!" the child said excitedly, "No matter which team you play for, I will always support you!"
He looked at the child with a smile: "Thank you for your support."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly the child behind him said a word in immature language.
"Excuse me, will you return to Europe to play football in the future?"
His footsteps stopped for a moment, hesitated for a moment, did not answer, and walked slowly towards the distance...
(End of this chapter)