It was not past nine.
Gustavo Shereto was woken up by a knock on the door.
He was the manager of the powerhouse team, Bocca Junior.
He had finally endured a difficult season and welcomed the offseason!
She was sleeping in and having a beautiful dream!
"Damn it! It was only nine o'clock! Which insensible fellow?"
Shereto walked to the door with his eyes glazed over.
"Mr. Sherotto! We missed our Barty! Batistuta! We missed it!"
He heard the howls outside the door.
Serotto sobered up a little.
The voice belonged to his assistant manager, Mondelia.
but
Batistuta?
Missed Barty?
What the hell?
Of course he knew about Barty.
In other words, there was no one in the Aegean Kingdom who didn't know about Barty…
That was the legendary figure of the Argentina national team!
He was also a legendary figure among the Boca youths!
The man known as the God of War!
The former super center forward!
Shereto opened the door with a puzzled look and let the assistant manager in.
"Mr. Sherotto, look at this!”
Mondelia handed Shereto a stack of documents.
"Scouting report? From La Masia?"
Shereto was a little confused.
As the most famous youth training camp in the world.
In a year, he received no less than a hundred scouting reports from La Masia!
After all, it was a place that produced geniuses.
It was not surprising!
But from the assistant manager's surprised look, Scherlotto felt that the scout report was not that simple!
After a while.
Shereto realized the seriousness of the problem.
"Damn it, he actually came from our Boka Youth Youth Training Camp?!”
"Who let him go back then?"
Faced with the manager's question, Mondelia racked his brains for a long time.
"It seems…Was it Tolde? He seemed to be in charge of the youth training at that time!"
"And as you know, this young general couldn't have refused La Masia's summons!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shereto was about to explode, but he was a little discouraged.
That's right.
Compared to La Masia, their Boka Youth Training Camp was indeed not enough!
Even the Riverbed Youth Training Camp next door, known as the King of Youth Training in Argentina, could not compete with them!
Shereto looked back at the report in the scout's report.
"Ye Lingfeng!"
"His data, body model, performance on the field, and habits are all too similar to the young Barty!”
"A rising super center forward! This is actually the person we let go with our own hands!!”
"Most importantly, he's only seventeen! His future is boundless!"
Shereto wailed.
One match couldn't tell anything?
No, it was enough!
The managers of these top clubs all had sharp eyes!
"What should we do, Mr. Sherotto? Should I arrange for a scout to contact him in private?”
"As far as I know, he doesn't have a manager yet! This is our chance!"
Mondelia suggested," Although he has dual nationality, his first nationality is Argentina! We have a certain advantage!"
"Hehe, snatching someone from La Masia? Behind them is Barcelona!"
Shereto mocked himself." But you reminded me…This little fellow was the holder of the Aegean nationality!”
"Even if we can't get him to Boca Junior, we must try our best to rope him into the national team of Argentina! Talent can't just flow out!"
"No, I can't! It was still too early for the national team. The National Youth Team might be more suitable for him! I'll contact Aimar now!"
Pablo Aimar, Messi's idol!
The legendary figure of Agatha!
At the same time, he was also the current head coach of the Argentina National Youth Team!
"Damn it, I'm going to rip Tolder's head off later!”
"If Ye's future achievements far exceed our expectations, then Tolde, who let him go back then, is the culprit!!”
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The British Peninsula.
London, Heavenlaw Airport.
"Mr. Wenger, have a safe trip!"
Arsenal's assistant manager, Steve, waved his hand and watched Wenger board the plane.
It was a flight to Spain.
Their destination was Barcelona, Spain!
"Mr. Wenger is in such a good mood. He didn't rest well during the off-season and went to Spain to watch the game."
Next to Steve, Podolski, the Arsenal player who was traveling with him, laughed.
As Arsenal's new number nine jersey holder.
Lukas Podolski was Arsenal's center forward!
He was also the main forward player of the German national team!
"Originally, I was just going to meet an old friend and watch the derby. Now, I have another purpose!”
Steve smiled." This morning, Mr. Wenger received a scouting report from Barcelona's La Masia youth training camp!”
"A talented center forward! Only seventeen years old!"
Podolski was very sensitive to the word center forward and could not help but frown.""Genius center forward?"
"Mr. Wenger wants to expand Arsenal's substitutes 'bench? With me and Giroud around, there's still Bendtner!”
"There's no position for a center forward!"
Steve shrugged." Who knows? Maybe the old man was just doing it on a whim.”
Then, he patted Podolski's shoulder and joked,""Hahaha, Lucas, you don't have to feel threatened! You're Arsenal's number nine! Even Jiru couldn't snatch this number away!”
"Of course."
Podolski smiled smugly, and the sense of crisis that had risen in his heart disappeared.
Steve sighed.
"The new season is coming soon! He had to hurry up and adjust his condition! Next season's Premier League would welcome De Blaunet and Schurle, and it would be even more turbulent!”
"Arsenal's challenge is very difficult!”
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Madrid, Spain.
As the capital of Spain.
This city, which had two super football clubs, had a football atmosphere everywhere!
At this time, in the Real Madrid administrative building of the La Liga powerhouse!
Ancelotti, who had just taken over Real Madrid's coach from the madman Mourinho, was sitting at his desk!
He stared at the scout report in his hand!
Beside him.
A bald figure stood there!
He was once a leading figure in French football and a famous player in Real Madrid!
The current manager of Real Madrid's second team, Castiglia!
Zinedine Zidane!
"Seriously? A scouting report from La Masia? What a joke!？”
Ancelotti looked at it for a long time and was so angry that his beard was crooked.
"Even if we want to create another Figo, we don't have to go to La Masia to pick up trash!”
"Look at the quality of La Masia's output over the years! It's far inferior to our Labufarika Youth Training Camp!”
"Do you still think La Masia is in the era of Messi Xavi? La Masia had been a legend for too long! These people should wake up!"
Ancelotti put the scouting report aside in a bad mood.
"The First Team has Benzema and Higuaín, so there is no shortage of players in the center forward position."
Zidane wanted to say something but hesitated.
Ancelotti raised his eyebrows." Are you trying to say that your Castiya lacks a center forward? Isn't there Morata?"
Hearing this, Zidane smiled bitterly.
" Morata is still growing. His problems as a center forward are more serious. This guy is a double-legged player."
Ancelotti's expression suddenly became strange.
Double Reversal Feet?
That was really a strange story!
"I checked the information of this player named Ye Lingfeng!”
"He will play in the match between Barcelona B and Castiglia this weekend!”
A glimmer of hope flashed in Zidane's eyes." I hope you can be there to observe his performance!”
Ancelotti frowned. Was he really that good? Don't forget that he was from La Masia! You know what the media will say about us!”
Zidane hesitated for a moment and nodded."Castiya lacks a main scorer!”
Seeing this, Ancelotti sighed.
"I'll be there this weekend! But don't get your hopes up!"
"How crazy! We're actually poaching players for the UEFA Second League's national derby? The media will definitely laugh at us if they find out!”
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