My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 217 The French Dispatch ([-])
The air in Boulogne is also full of the smell of the sea, but more of the salty smell of seafood.

Boulogne, located on the coast of the Pas de Calais, is a major fishing city in France.

"I feel like everyone in this city smells like fresh fish out of the ocean," Dick Lowe complained.

"Dick, be patient, we'll just find the person we're looking for." Chen Yao reassured the old gentleman, "Your vacation will be coming soon, I promise."

"When did you not say so..."

Dick Law reluctantly followed Chen Yao through the streets, and finally, they stopped at the corner of the street.

"Oh, what the hell." They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of a small restaurant. Through the window, Chen Yao saw two people sitting around a table indoors.

It was already dark outside, and the lights in the restaurant were bright. Chen Yao could clearly see the appearance of the two people.

One of them was a fat old man with sparse gray hair, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, dancing and saying something.

Opposite him was a short, thin black man with innocent eyes open and a look of yearning on his face.

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it, Dick, are you hungry?" Chen Yao pulled the old gentleman into the room without waiting for Dick Law to answer.

……

Leicester City's chief scout Steve Walsh was startled by the unexpected arrival.

He was not in a good mood today. He just went to Le Havre a few days ago to inspect the players he noticed.

To be honest, Steve Walsh's biggest concern is Le Havre forward Ryan Mendes, and his scouting team rates the young striker quite highly.

But after Steve Walsh contacted him, he did not regard Ryan Mendes as his primary target.

Perhaps the potential the player showed was enough for Leicester City, but Steve Walsh wanted more than that.

As the chief scout of the "Blue Fox", what he wants is potential players who can make a qualitative change in Leicester City. The team he plays for should not just be a lift between the top league and the secondary league. .

Thai owner Vichai gradually took control of the team, and Steve Walsh sensed the ambition from him that this team would one day reach the Champions League.

Therefore, even though Ryan Mendes' performance is acceptable, Steve Walsh does not feel that he is irreplaceable, nor is he his first target.

It was Riyad Mahrez who caught Steve Walsh's eye.

Mahrez looked average and had many visible flaws, but his touch on the ball caught Steve Walsh's eye.

In Riyad Mahrez, Steve Walsh saw talent, plasticity and the promise of stardom.

It's never a bad deal. Steve Walsh expressed his interest to Mahrez. He believed that for a player who was stuck in Ligue [-] and was frustrated, a move to England would also be an attractive option. s Choice.

Steve Walsh arranged for his scouts to continue to follow up on Mahrez. He wants to secure Mahrez's transfer this summer or in the winter transfer window in January next year.

He is not in a hurry. Who would compete with him for a little-known French second winger?
In the end, someone actually robbed him.

Mahrez sent a text message to Steve Walsh, who declined his invitation.

This made Leicester City's chief scout depressed for a while.

The possibility that Mahrez is willing to stay in Le Havre is very low, so the only reason for this situation is that a team intercepts him...

What team would intercept Mahrez?
Steve Walsh looked at the two unkind people approaching his table, and his fat face that originally had a kind smile turned gloomy.

"Would you like to eat something together?" Chen Yao smiled and extended his hand to Steve Walsh, "Steve, I have long admired you." The waiter in the restaurant handed over several plates of seafood, including grilled sole, scallops and Lobster, Dick Law sniffed.

"Sit down." Steve Walsh sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to shake Chen Yao's hand, "Who are you?"

"Wait a minute, I seem to know you." The Leicester City scout's expression changed unpredictably, "You look like Arsenal's coach, that young man."

"Yes, it's me."

"Then..." Steve Walsh looked at Chen Yao, then at Dick Law, and finally at the thin black boy, and sighed.

"It seems I have no chance." He picked up a lobster in frustration and started to nibble on it, "I might as well eat more."

"Mr. Walsh, what's wrong?" The black boy asked Steve Walsh in fear before he understood the situation.

Just now, Steve described a bright future to him, going to England, to Leicester City, and playing football at a higher level.

"..." Steve Walsh hesitated and tore off a lobster leg bitterly.

"How on earth were they discovered? Are they following me?" He murmured to himself.

Seeing Steve's mood suddenly worsening, the black boy scratched his head and said hello to Chen Yao and Dick Law.

"Hello gentlemen, my name is N'Golo Kante and I am a professional football player."

"Kante, what's your position?" Dick Lowe asked.

"I can play as a full-back or as a defensive midfielder. I..." Kanter glanced at Steve Walsh. "Mr. Walsh and I talked for a long time. My ambition is to join Marseille, but Le Chester City sounds great too.”

"You are not suitable for Marseille, Kante." Steve Walsh couldn't help but said, "You are too thin and you are not attractive to such a team now. You have talent, but you need to cultivate it in a scientific way. .”

"So does Leicester City have enough patience to pay the cost of training?" Chen Yao looked at Steve Walsh.

"We are a Championship team." Steve Walsh sighed, and he sighed too much today. "Our finances are still very tight now. We have just paid off many years of debt. Premier League The last team has financial resources that are ten times better than ours."

"So, Mr. Coach, you are right, we don't have that much cost to try and make mistakes. I like Riyad and I like Kante, but I still need to observe and see what happens in the next half season. If their performance in one season can prove my vision, then I can sign them."

Steve Walsh made it clear that he knew it would be a futile fight if Arsenal had their eye on the player he wanted.

Arsenal's manager arrived and when Steve Walsh delivered a rudimentary dossier of information on N'Golo Kante to the desk of the Leicester City coaching staff, they had no interest in the player.

Arsenal can easily pay a sum of money to take Kante away without worrying about whether this small investment will be wasted, but Leicester City cannot.

No matter how serious Arsenal's financial difficulties are, they are always a veteran Premier League giant, a team with profound heritage, and a high-quality asset that will shine if given a little sunshine.

But not Leicester City where he works.

"And... I'm just a scout. I can't guarantee how high they can grow, nor can I affect the team coach's opinion of them." Steve Walsh looked at Chen Yao, "And you , Mr. Coach, you are here."

"Yes, I'm here."

"N'Golo, he is the head coach of Arsenal." Steve Walsh threw away the lobster shell and looked at Kante, "I hate my prey being snatched away. But this guy is willing to come here. , it shows that he values ​​you and knows how to train you."

"For the nature of a scout and my conscience about talented players... I suggest you go with him."

(End of this chapter)