What happened after being sold to Inter Milan by Barcelona

Chapter 6 Mourinho's hopes and bulls in the field?

The Mediterranean climate of the Apennine Peninsula is like a shy girl.

Obviously the sun was shining brightly just now.

After Su Qin ate pasta, bursts of thunder came from outside the window.

Statham was still humming an unknown Italian tune in the kitchen.

Little did he know, his employer was now in a very awkward moment.

"Hello, Mr. José Mourinho!"

Su Qin really didn't understand Italian, so in desperation, he could only greet Mourinho in English.

Su Qin knew.

As a madman, he would not call himself for no reason.

Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, he reported himself in Italian, which is already very proficient.

Mourinho obviously has his intentions.

Everyone knows that the madman learned Italian after coming to Inter Milan.

Presumably, the madman wants him to learn Italian as soon as possible, so as to speed up the time to integrate into the team.

"Hello, Sue, I'm very glad that you can join Inter Milan!"

"Believe me, from Barcelona to Inter Milan, this will definitely be the most correct decision in your life!"

After a simple self-introduction, Mourinho quickly switched back to the English channel.

"Yes, sir, I also think this will be the most correct decision in my life!"

"Okay, young man, let's get down to business!"

"Actually, to be honest, my plan was to bring Hleb along with Barcelona's Samuel (Eto'o)."

"Inter's wings are not fast."

"However, after I saw the video of your game, I gave up on this idea."

"I proposed to Moratti to buy you."

"I want you not because you are cheap!"

"Remember, this is very important."

"I see the difference between you and others."

"Don't feel uneasy because Barcelona dislike your feet, football is not just a sport of feet!"

"Keep practicing your headers for points!"

"By the way, build muscle and lift the weight up!"

"I have already greeted the club. After the holiday, you should hurry up and go back to the club to build muscle. What Italian football needs is a strong body."

"and also."

"I can't guarantee your playing time, but I know that maybe at some point of the day, Inter Milan will need your header!"

A full ten minutes.

In this way, Mourinho patiently arranged all the training plans for an 18-year-old Barcelona abandoned general whom he had never seen with his own eyes, and who was not favored by everyone.

A little confused from the beginning.

After arriving, Su Qin picked up the pen on the table and began to record on the napkin.

Until finally Mourinho finished everything he said, the phone suddenly quieted down.

"gentlemen?"

"Oh, that's all I have to say!"

"Thank you sir, may I ask about the muscle gain plan"

"Don't worry, you can enjoy your vacation first, but the team will be training on July 7th, don't be late!"

"Okay, sir, what I want to ask is, can the muscle-building training start tomorrow!"

"Ok?"

Mourinho on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.

But after thinking about it for a while, Mourinho reacted.

Holiday?

Well, that should be a luxury for those who have enjoyed the honor.

"No problem, I'll call to arrange it, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mourinho!"

"Don't call me sir, just call me boss!"

"Thank you, boss!"

When there was no response, Mourinho hung up the phone.

"Hey! Su! Is it Mourinho?"

After Su Qin hung up the phone, Statham came up to Su Qin with his cold pasta and asked.

"Yes!"

Shrugged.

Su Qin replied!

"Haha, Su, as I said, you will succeed! Jose never underestimates anyone."

"Even if it's a stone in the toilet"

Apparently, Statham wants to encourage Su Chin with an Italian proverb that he will soon shine.

However, when the words came to his lips, Statham felt that something was wrong.

How can I describe my employer as a stone in the toilet?
"Sorry, Sue, don't get me wrong, the toilet I'm talking about is actually the beach in Italian!"

"The pronunciation of these two words is very similar! My English always fails from time to time."

"In short, what I mean is, if Mourinho calls you, it means that you must be in Mourinho's lineup plan for the new season!"

"Now, all you need to do is follow the muscle-building plan that Mourinho told you and work hard to gain muscle?"

Muscle-gaining plan?

Didn't this guy go to the kitchen with a plate to avoid suspicion?
How did he know that Mourinho let himself gain muscle?

Su Qin raised his head and looked at Statham.

It's a pity that Statham didn't have any embarrassing reaction from this cheeky one. Not only was there no embarrassment, Statham even licked his face and smiled badly at Su Qin.

"Su, I actually know a little bit about muscle gain!"

"The most important thing to gain muscle is the adjustment of diet."

"Just wait, starting tonight, I'll make you a nutritious meal for muscle gain."

"You don't know, in fact, I ran a cattle farm for a while before working with Raiola."

"This person gains muscle, which is actually similar to how beef grows meat."

Ok!

The warmth brought by the pasta and sunshine finally completely disappeared in Statham's mouth at this moment.

It was still raining.

In the building of the Inter Milan club.

Mourinho did not stop his pace after hanging up Su Qin's phone.

"Diego!"

"Believe me, 30 years old is the age when you are at your peak!"

"Genoa is not for you!"

"Are you wasting your best time fighting relegation battles?"

"How many 30s do you think you have left?"

"Now, in my blueprint, there is only a stable and strong No. 9 left."

"You are my choice!"

When he said this, Su Qin's figure suddenly flashed in Mourinho's mind.

Soon, however, Mourinho abandoned the idea.

The kid is only 18 years old. Although he has a good header, his body is too thin. He can't withstand the impact of those rough defenders in Serie A.

It will take at least a year to transform him!

However, I couldn't wait any longer.

Let that kid learn from Milito.

At least if he fights on the third front, he should be able to free up some game time.

Click! ! !

There was a burst of thunder outside the window.

And Mourinho also heard a satisfactory response from the other end of the phone in this increasingly wild rainstorm.

He stood up and rubbed his tingling legs.

The madman looked out the window with sharp eyes.

That year!
Mourinho is only 46 years old.

His hair is just a little mottled.

His back is not as curved as after many years.

Suddenly.

Rain break!

The sun pierced through the dark clouds that had just hung over Milan.

It was as if he was also scared away by the madman's unruliness.

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