Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 38 Who is Powell?
"call……"

After practicing passing for half an hour, Li Poluo's breath was obviously a little messy.

His legs weren't weak, but the long pass just now was at least five meters away from his ideal landing point. If it was in an official game, such a cross would have already flown past the baseline.

"It's harder than I thought!"

He reached out and wiped his hair, and it was all wet with sweat.

Cox did not regret it in the end. According to the agreement, he specially opened a small talk for him, explaining in detail and repeatedly correcting him in various aspects such as the technical essentials of passing, point selection, and timing.

However, when this assistant coach was young, he was just an unknown junior who had been in League One and League Two all the year round. His skills and experience were not enough to give Li Polo an immediate insight or to open up a new world. door.

But for Lee Polo, who was born as an amateur player, such basic training is what he needs most.

In the usual training sessions, Adre and Cox focused more on the overall tactical style of play, and it was absolutely impossible to provide detailed guidance on the technical movements of each player.

After all, Wimbledon is not a giant like Manchester United, Real Madrid, or Barcelona, ​​and the coaching staff alone can form a football team.

The small team's coaching staff is actually only four people, a coach, an assistant, a team doctor, and the other is purely a support staff...

"Okay, that's it for today."

Cox looked at his watch, clapped his hands, and prepared to end this extra training:

"Passing skills cannot be improved by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. It takes a lot of training to make your body remember this feeling."

Li Poluo sighed and accepted his kindness:
"I know, you have worked hard today, Mr. Coach."

Cox smiled encouragingly:
"You don't need to be too impatient. Your performance in the team is already very satisfying to us. If you don't lack enough experience, I believe that with your current strength, you are completely qualified for a main position."

Li Poluo also smiled:
"Thank you."

But...if they can go to the next level, who would just be satisfied with being the main force of a League Two team?
Cox seemed to see his ambition, and encouraged him with the opportunity:
"Work hard, we will advance together this season, and there will be a higher and bigger stage in the future!"

Li Poluo nodded, and suddenly asked again:
"Uh, coach, are you inconvenient? Can you lend me some money?"

Cox almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on:

"Borrow money?"

Lee Polo chuckled:
"I just made a girlfriend, and now I'm poor and crazy..."

Cox was silent for a long time, took out the wallet from his pocket, and opened it to him directly:

"Tell me, which one do you want to borrow?"

There are three bills in his wallet.

The first one is £10.

The second, also £10.

The third, still £10.

Li Poluo was also silent, then he raised his head and said with difficulty:
"Thanks, bye!"

As an assistant coach of the League Two team, Cox's weekly salary is only 500 yuan.

He deeply understands the pain and helplessness of a married adult man!
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Lee Polo was about to go home but was stopped by Cox:

"I thought maybe you could talk to Powell?"

Li Boluo was taken aback:
"Who is that?"

Cox was speechless:
"The general manager of the club!"

Li Poluo hesitated for a moment, then remembered the big belly guy:

"I met him once, can he lend me money?"

Cox was even more speechless:

"Who asked you to borrow money from him!"

Lee Polo:
"Then what should I do with him?"

Cox couldn't help holding his forehead:
"You can talk to him about a new contract!"

Only then did Li Poluo understand:

"But... I have only joined the team for two months. Isn't it inappropriate to discuss a new contract at this time?"

Cox shrugged:

"You have to get a new perspective on professional football and as long as you deserve a higher contract, any time is the right time."

Li Poluo savored his words carefully:
"I think... I'm worth it."

Cox patted him on the back:

"Yeah, I think so too. Joined the team for two months, played 9 games, only lost 1 game, and... scored 7 goals, several of which were the key to turning the game around Ball, you of course deserve a better contract, don't you?"

Being praised so much by his coach, Li Boluo, who was already very conceited, suddenly became more confident.

He nodded vigorously:
"I see, thank you again, Mr. Coach."

Cox laughed:
"Don't tell our general manager, I told you to increase the contract!"
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After training, Lee Polo immediately sent an email to Powell, directly expressing his desire to discuss a new contract.

But until he woke up and even started a new day of training, he still did not receive a reply.

After finishing the training session in the morning, he finally couldn't help but came to the office area of ​​the club and came to find the general manager in person.

He was then told by staff:

"Mr. Powell didn't come to work today."

Lee Polo could only ask this staff member:

"And what about his afternoon?"

The staff answered him sincerely:

"Who knows?"

As the top boss of the club, of course no one will check the general manager's work and attendance, not to mention that it is the middle of the season, and the team basically has no important matters that need to be handled by Powell himself. He can definitely take a long vacation for himself...

Li Poluo thought about it, and finally decided not to take the euphemistic route.

[My setting is a reckless man who graduated from junior high school, and when he encounters a problem, he will go straight to it! 】

He took out his mobile phone, asked for Powell's number from the staff, and dialed it directly.

Fortunately, the general manager didn't block the unfamiliar numbers directly.

After waiting for half a minute, a lazy voice finally came from the phone:

"Hello?"

It sounds like a hangover!
Li Poluo snorted secretly, and then finished all his words in one breath:
"Mr. Powell, good morning. I am a Wimbledon player, Polo Lee. I don't know when you will be free. I want to talk to you about my contract."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the voice came again:
"Oh... Polo Lee? That Chinese player?"

He obviously didn't have much impression of the name, but he still made an inference from the name:
"You have just joined Wimbledon, it seems that there is no need to negotiate a new contract, right?"

This was the expected answer, but fortunately Cox had rehearsed Lee Polo in advance.

Lee Polo responded to him very calmly:
"Mr. Powell, I have been doing very well in all the games I have joined the team. As a defensive player, I even scored 7 goals. I think this performance deserves a more generous job. A contract, at least...not a £300-a-week minimum contract."

"Scored 7 goals in two months?"

After hearing the number, Powell was visibly shaken.

Although he is not a professional, as a team executive, he can obviously understand what this efficiency means.

After all, in many League Two teams, there may not be many forwards who scored more than 10 goals in a single season, not to mention that Li Polo is still a defender!
"You're right, my lad, and that's admirable."

Powell's tone obviously loosened:
"Well, tomorrow morning from 11 to 12, after training, you can come to my office and we can talk face to face."

(End of this chapter)