Lisbon, Liberty Avenue.

Outside Guangfu Square, a man looked in a hurry.

After a while, he turned into a cafe and found Box No. 5.

"Mr. Conceicao, Joao Pedro has arrived."

"Come in until called."

The man heard the words and walked in quickly.

He placed the document bag on the table with both hands and stepped aside respectfully.

Conceição took out a stack of printing paper from the document bag. After flipping through it a few times, he pointed at the other party with his finger in satisfaction.

His men immediately understood and quickly took out an envelope that had been prepared.

"Pedro, this is what Mr. Conceição rewarded you, take it."

The man took the envelope, opened it, looked at it, and immediately smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Conceicao."

Conceicao smiled at him, nodded, and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Sir." The man said eagerly: "Sir, please accept me. I know Vishena very well. Staying with you will definitely be useful."

"Accept you?"

Conceicao rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Pedro, what can you, a fired technical director, do for me?"

"Although I was fired, I know the team very well. I can help you contact those players!"

"Oh? Can you help me find their people?"

"I can definitely do it, trust me sir!"

Conceicao looked at his men, then at the document bag on the table, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Well, if you can get me their Wilson and Anderson, I will let you join my coaching team."

"Wilson and Anderson?"

Pedro was taken aback and thought to himself: "You are so ruthless. You are trying to take away the two main central defenders of Vescher."

Seeing the other party's silence, Conceição snorted: "What? You can't do it?"

"No! I can do it, I will definitely be able to do it."

"Okay. Then you can go. By the way, their Shao Mu is gone. Rashid should be the main force now. Get him here too."

"No problem, sir, I'll do it right away. Also, there's a Bonatti in the team, do you want it?"

"Okay, you can do it."

After leaving the cafe, Pedro counted the banknotes with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Diogo, just wait! I will let you know that that guy who only plays games is destined to be a waste!"

Thinking of this, Pedro's mood became very good, and his desire to return to the team after driving away Simon King made his whole person warm.

…

Vesena, Diogo's office.

The general manager looked at Diogo longingly, with very complicated emotions.

The football director said awkwardly: "We are really not targeting him, but you have also seen his speech. I can guarantee that next season we will be the target of public criticism, and every team will want to kill us."

Diogo said nothing, but the hand holding the pipe was still trembling slightly.

The general manager said: "To be honest, I like Simon King. He is capable and courageous, but he really shouldn't declare war on the entire alliance. This will kill us."

After a moment of silence, Diogo stood up slowly, his brow furrowed like a rusty lock.

"Let me think about it."

…

Besides, in the conference room of Vesena, old coach George was finishing his speech.

"...In other words, the so-called defense is first and foremost about targeting, followed by formation, and finally ability. If the targeting is done well, then even a group of children may be able to draw against a powerful opponent."

George's speech, as well as his rich and mature tactical thinking, won the applause of everyone present.

Armando even held the other person's hand, admiring it clearly on his face.

Simon King said to Armando: "Mr. George's views coincide with ours. I think the position of defensive coach must be his."

"I support you, but I want to ask Mr. George, can your body really tolerate it?"

Derdao: "Teacher's health is very good. We run together every morning."

George smiled and said: "Although I am old, my heart is not old. I have always wanted to be a professional coach in my life, but it is a pity... Alas, I have only played in Serie C, and no one thinks highly of me."

Simon Jin Zhengse said: "Your name will surely shock the entire European continent. Not only you, but also the first person here, we will be admired by the world."

George couldn't believe it and said: "Sir, you are serious. You are the head coach, and we are just your assistants. If you want to be famous, it is you who are famous. As long as we can do our jobs well, it will be the greatest honor."

"No!" Simon King shook his head without blinking.

"That's everyone! Including me, Armando, Ben Yedder, you, and Del."

Del's eyes flashed with light.

George's face also showed excitement.

At this moment, the noisy sounds from the stadium came through the window.

Simon King walked over and took a look, and was immediately stunned.

Armando also walked over in confusion, and immediately laughed and said: "Oh my god! Why are all the players here!"

Hearing this, everyone crowded to the window.

I saw that there were only a few people training on the football field, but now there was a large crowd of people standing there.

The captain, Marco Paul, was holding the two children in his arms, one in each hand, but his eyes were staring at them.

"Sir, Jin, come down quickly, hurry up."

When they looked again, Claudemir and goalkeeper Ifo also walked out of the crowd with their children in their arms.

"Sir, come down quickly, we are all back."

Simon King was so excited that he turned around and ran to the football field.

Seeing his arrival, the children rushed towards him one after another, and the players followed behind, each with a smile on his face.

"Why are you here?" Simon Jin's voice was already choked with sobs.

Marco Paul laughed and said: "God doesn't take a break, so how can we geniuses take a break?"

"Yes! We are geniuses! And we are going to challenge the geniuses of the entire Portugal!"

"Yes, rest is important, but as geniuses, we must be as diligent as Ronaldo!"

Simon Jin laughed loudly, picked up whose son he didn't know, and said loudly: "Have you all watched TV?"

"I watched it!" Marco Paul said: "Our whole family watched it."

Julio also said: "Yes, after watching TV, my family suggested that I come back to training immediately, so we gave up the holiday."

"Me too."

"Me too."

Amidst the chorus of "yes", Cassiano squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and embraced Simon King affectionately.

"Sir, I counted everyone. Except Rashid and Anderson, everyone is back."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Simon Jin blushed, waved his hand and said: "Let's go! I won't practice today, let's have dinner!"
Chapter completed!