Goodbye national football!I have the opening goal card!

Chapter 54 054. Funds
"Saltz is so unlucky this time! We all know that he is the best rookie at Schalke, but we didn't expect that he met that kid! Now, he was forced to be relegated and he will miss this season He has no qualifications for the Champions League and even the UEFA Confederation Cup next summer. His future is just ruined."

"Yeah, that kid is simply a devil."

Amid the regretful voices of the crowd, Saltz's face was very ugly.

He never regretted playing football, but he never thought that everything about him would be ruined by his opponents, especially the feeling of being wantonly insulted and trampled on, which made him extremely painful.

"I want to go back. I want to go home"

Saltz clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

He hates that kid so much now that he wants to tear that kid into pieces!

Just when everyone thought Saltz was leaving, a voice rang out.

"Mr. Salz, are you sure you want to retire?"

The voice was unfamiliar, but extremely clear.

Everyone looked in that direction.

I saw a blond man standing at the door of the conference room. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, slightly curly hair, and a handsome face.

There was a smile on his lips, and his whole person exuded a sense of laziness and elegance that made the women around him unable to help but take a few more glances.

Saltz turned around abruptly when he heard this.

When he saw that face, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Yes"

He pointed at the man outside the door and said nothing for a while.

"Yes, it's me!"

The man smiled, showing his white teeth, making him look even more sunny, as if he could melt ice and snow.

Saltz was stunned for a moment, then rushed towards the man wildly and waved his fist fiercely.

The man easily dodged his attack, reached out and pinched his wrist, and pulled him aside.

"Why did you lie to me, why, why."

Salz roared.

"why?"

the man asked with a smile.

"I'm just telling you a piece of news."

The man let go of his hand, and Saltz stumbled onto his seat.

The man looked at him again and said seriously: "I think if you can defeat me here, you can take what you want."

Salz was stunned.

The man continued: "After the game is over, I will leave everything to you."

"Can I really beat you?"

The man smiled.

"Believe me!"

Saltz fell silent.

The man stretched out his right hand in a 'please' gesture.

Saltz gritted his teeth and jumped up from his seat.

He walked to the seating area next to the table and took out the racket and two rackets from his bag.

"I'll prove it to you!"

he said in a low voice.

The man nodded, smiled and said, "Okay!"

Immediately, he turned around and walked towards the player tunnel.

Only then did Saltz realize that there was a child following behind him.

When he saw this child, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Royce Calloy, why are you here?"

The child's appearance appeared in his mind.

He remembered that the child was called Andy Brand. He was the chief striker of the Schalke 04 team and the coach of the Schalke club. Likewise, he was also Reus's father.

Reus and Ron were kids he had watched grow up since high school. At Schalke 04, they were like two shining stars, attracting the attention of a large number of viewers.

But unexpectedly, Royce would be eliminated this time and abandoned by Schalke.

Royce saw anger in his eyes when he saw Saltz.

He wanted to rush forward and tear this man into pieces.

But Royce can't.

Outside the training hall, protected by hundreds of Schalke 04 fans, he was absolutely inaccessible.

"I'm here to see Royce!"

Saltz suddenly spoke.

"Royce is inside, he is preparing for the game now!"

There was a hint of gloom in the man's eyes, but there was still a smile on his face: "In that case, then go ahead!"

Upon hearing this, Salz's eyes suddenly lit up.

He took a deep breath and walked into the players' corridor.

As soon as he entered, he felt the mocking glances coming from all directions, which made him very unhappy.

However, now he only cares about rushing for time and doesn't care about other people's attitudes.

Soon, he found Royce.

He ran over quickly, hugged Royce, held him in his arms, and shouted with tears streaming down his face: "Son!"

Royce was startled by the sudden attack, and when he realized what he was doing, he burst into tears.

"Daddy, I thought I would never see you again! Woohoo!"

Listening to Royce's cry, Salz felt as if his heart was being grabbed.

"My dear son, stop crying! It's all Daddy's fault and you have been wronged!"

Salz cried as he explained.

"It's not my fault, Daddy. I told you not to let that bastard succeed. He said that on purpose. Daddy, you must not believe it!"

Royce waved his hands hurriedly, wiped away the tears on his face, and said.

"is it?"

Salz frowned, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Of course, you can't forget that we are the top football team in the world. How can a small Real Madrid compare to us? If he dares to use such conditions to challenge us, he will definitely lose miserably. , and after he loses this game, there will definitely be more exciting games!"

After hearing Royce's words, Saltz suddenly understood.

He thought for a while and nodded: "You're right, I won't be fooled easily."

After speaking, he looked up at the man opposite.

The man is waiting for his decision.

"Why didn't you let me stay at that club? You know what I wanted?"

Saltz asked coldly.

The man shook his head and said calmly: "I am just a substitute and have no right to decide such a thing!"

"you"

Saltz's face was livid.

He knew that he had been tricked, and the man in front of him didn't take him seriously at all.

However, he was unwilling to leave like this!

He still has to fight for it!
He glanced around, lowered his voice and said, "I want to know who you are and why you want to help me?"

The man raised his lips, as if he had expected Saltz to ask this question.

"It's very simple. I like Angelina Brand. I like her body. She is beautiful, smart, kind, and very brave. She is the bravest girl I have ever seen!"

The man said with a smile.

"So...are you here to pursue my sister?"

Salz asked through gritted teeth.

"Your guess is very correct, but she doesn't love me!"

The man shrugged and smiled. "But, I like her very much!"

Saltz clenched his fists.

Damn it, how could he have such a bad brother? !

"If it weren't for you, we would be on the Kings right now!"

"No! I like Schalke 04, I want to participate in the UEFA Champions League, and I want to play in England!"

"Where in this world can there be such a good thing!"

"You know it's impossible!"

Salz shouted.

"But I have a solution!"

The man looked confident, which made Salz even more unhappy.

But he had to admit that he couldn't refuse.

"I promise you, but you have to teach me how to win the game!"

"Of course it's fine."

The man nodded and said with a smile: "But don't let me down!"

"Humph!"

Saltz glared at him, turned and walked toward the court.

Looking at Saltz's retreating back, a cold arc finally appeared on the man's face.

"Anne Bettis!"

he muttered to himself.

Royce was restless in the stands.

He was worried about Saltz and Robinson, but he couldn't leave. After all, his duty was to protect Saltz.

"Royce!"

Just as he was pacing irritably, Salz's voice came from behind.

Hearing this call, he turned around in surprise.

Seeing Saltz, Royce rushed over excitedly and hugged Saltz fiercely.

"Brother, you are finally back! I thought I would never see you again!"

Saltz hugged his brother tightly, and his eyes became moist.

His voice was choked and he said, "I'm sorry, brother is late, I'm sorry!"

Royce shook his head.

"I do not blame you."

"then why would you"

Saltz hesitated for a moment before telling Royce what happened that day.

After Royce listened, he was silent for a long time.

"Brother, you are so unlucky. I almost want to retire and no longer want to stay in this club!"

Royce said with a frown.

"Fool, how old are you? You are still young and you still have a bright future. How can you give up?"

Saltz consoled him again and again.

"But I don't want you to stay there, it will only make you become more and more depraved."

Royce sighed.

"Brother, I know you are doing it for my own good, but... this is not your fault!"

Saltz shook his head and said: "It's my fault. It's because I didn't live up to expectations and wasn't strong enough to fight for my own happiness."

"Brother, please don't give up on yourself like this, okay?"

Royce grabbed Saltz's arm and pleaded.

"I won't give up on myself."

Salz patted Reus' hand and said: "I just don't want to be at Schalke 04 for the time being! I need more opportunities so that I can successfully defeat Ronaldo and make you a world champion."

Upon hearing this, Royce was stunned.

He looked at Salz with some disbelief.

"really?"

"of course it's true!"

Saltz nodded: "You don't know how much I envy that guy!"

"But brother, you have to know that I also have very good qualities!"

Royce pointed to his head.

"I'm smarter than him and younger than him! Why can't I succeed? I believe that in a few years, people will forget about the melancholy Saltz and only remember Royce who is full of energy and fighting spirit!"

Hearing this, Schaefer, who was sitting nearby, clenched his fists and felt very uncomfortable.

As Royce's best friend, Schaefer knows how eager Royce is to return to the green field and compete in top competitions.

But God seems to have played a big joke on him. The 28-year-old Royce is still an amateur player.

Schaefer, who is the same age, has become the captain of Schalke 04 and is the first core player on the forward line.

For Royce, he urgently needs to prove himself, and urgently wants to step down from the altar to regain his own glory.

Looking at the two brothers who were talking about their dreams, Schaefer suddenly interrupted them.

"Mr. Royce, although you have a very good relationship"

Schaefer took a deep breath and continued: "But I hope you can wake up and stay in the club with peace of mind, because the football world is not suitable for you!"

"Fool, I didn't do anything wrong, why should you stop me from pursuing my own happiness?"

Royce frowned.

"Haha, do you think Mr. Platt (the coach in charge of the Schalke 04 youth training camp) will agree to let you leave?"

Schaefer sneered and asked.

"How could Platt agree? He wouldn't risk letting you leave!"

Seeing Royce shaking his head, Schaefer continued: "Fool, we all know that what Pratt wants to cultivate is German Messi!
And you?Except for being faster and more skilled, other advantages cannot be compared with Messi at all, and even Neymar is far inferior!"

"So what? What do you want to say?"

Royce said disdainfully.

"so."

Schaefer pondered for a long time and finally said: "Since you have no chance, why not try to apply for a fund from the club to invest in your future?"

“Maybe a billion is enough?”

Schaefer stretched out two fingers and counted them: "One billion euros is almost the market value of Real Madrid (1.5 million euros)! Second only to Barcelona, ​​it ranks second!"

Royce opened his mouth in surprise. He did not expect that a loyal professional manager like Pablo would spend one billion to retain a player who was about to leave.

"Brother, don't learn from them!"

Seeing Royce's shaken expression, Saltz quickly admonished him.

"Idiot, what do you know?"

Schaefer glared at Saltz and angrily yelled: “They did this just to sell you!
Look at you, how old are you?

The price has already fallen below the issue price. Who will buy it now?

Coupled with your poor performance, even if you get a huge transfer fee, you are destined to be abandoned by other wealthy clubs! "

Hearing these words, Royce fell silent.

He did not have too many outstanding performances, but he was by no means useless.

The Ajax youth academy has always been short of excellent midfielders, and Reus is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

But the problem is that he does not have a good relationship with the team's head coach and the club's meritorious coach Van der Vaart.

So Royce was actually very unhappy when he heard Van der Vaart threaten him so nakedly.

"Royce, do you know what you're doing?"

Looking at Royce with a gloomy expression, Ancelotti probably guessed the reason why the other party did not reply immediately:

"You should know that you are now the holder of a huge transfer fee!"

(End of this chapter)