Chapter 102 When I Was 18, I Stood Like a Gangster

In the office of the youth training director at the La Masia youth training camp, Miranda held coffee in her hand and looked at the man opposite her with an indifferent expression.

The man opposite was wearing a suit with the Barcelona team emblem engraved on the chest and looked a little embarrassed.

There was an eerie silence in the office.

Not long after, Miranda was the first to break the silence.

"Dear Mr. President, this is your second time coming to La Masia. I think there are no players you want here!"

Miranda took a sip of coffee, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her words, indicating that Barmetou's failed transfer.

Hearing this, Bametou was not too indignant. He was used to being scolded many times.

He looked at the old god Miranda and said helplessly: "Mr. Miranda, I feel that I have given enough sincerity!"

"Sincerity?"

Miranda sneered and said, "I heard that Leo refused to renew his contract? This is also the reason why you came here!"

Bametou's breath suffocated. He hated this feeling of being seen through.

But Naihe has been questioned. Barmetou's current situation is very bad. His failed signings have been criticized, and the empty promise of "bringing Yile home" is also stuck in his throat. Now, coupled with Messi's refusal to renew the contract , which is even worse.

It can be said that if he doesn't handle it well, he may really be torn apart by the angry Barcelona fans.

Bametou took a deep breath and said: "But I have no choice. There are too many teams targeting Yi now. I don't think we have any advantage, so I hope you can convince Yi."

Miranda raised her eyebrows and said, "Just like Cesc Fabregas?"

Bametou nodded subconsciously, then seemed to think of something, and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, that was the decision made by the liar in Basel. You know, Yi's departure was also a matter of when he was in charge of Barcelona!"

Thinking of the huge impact the Basel fraud case had on Barcelona, ​​Barmetou added viciously: "That's a bastard!"

Anyway, I will not take the blame for kicking Yile out of the house, Bametou said!

"What's the point of joining easily? He doesn't get enough support.

Do you want the best midfielder in the world to just sit on the bench at Barcelona? "

When he mentioned 'the world's best midfielder', Miranda subconsciously raised his chin, obviously very proud.

Barmetou also saw Miranda's little thoughts. This guy has always wanted to restore the glory of La Masia.

In fact, since the disintegration of the Dream III Dynasty, the club has been working hard to suppress La Masia's penetration of the club.

Although they are complementary to each other, La Masia previously occupied too much of the club.

It can be said that during the Meng III Dynasty, Miranda's words were more useful than the club chairman.

After all, Messi, Puyol, Xavi, Iniesta, etc. are all Miranda's students.

Therefore, both Basel and Barmetou want to eliminate La Masia's influence. Now they have indeed eliminated many parts and rely on signings to supplement positions.

But he found that this path simply didn't work, and Barcelona's results plummeted.

And his status as chairman is also being questioned. It is difficult for Bametou now, and he urgently needs the support of a force.

And now this neutral but powerful influence is only La Masia.

Therefore, Barmetou now wants to support La Masia again.

"Players who perform well in La Masia can report to the reserve team. If they perform well in the reserve team, I wouldn't mind opening a channel for them to the first team and giving them some playing opportunities!"

"Oh?" Miranda was really moved now.

He looked at Bametou's depressed expression, couldn't help but slowly put down the coffee in his hand, and said with a smile: "It seems that your life is not easy."

Bametou became more and more depressed.

After a pause, Miranda sighed and said, "I'm not completely sure."

"In fact, we have to admit that he has been away for five years. I am not sure that he is still attached to Camp Nou!"

Hearing this, Bametou was frightened. He quickly said: "No, no, no, he is a child who misses his family. We will prepare enough sincerity, I..."

"How much?" Miranda said directly.

Bametou's tone was suffocated, until he fell for this old guy's trick, and asked tentatively: "Twenty million?"

"Not enough!" Miranda said bluntly.

Barmetou pursed his lips and said: "Two hundred and fifty million, this is our bottom line. The salary will be reduced, but we will give him the same treatment as Messi."

That's what Miranda wanted.

If after Yile comes, Barcelona officials still promote Messi, then there is no need for him to be this lobbyist.

Barmetou's promise almost guarantees that Yile will have a fair chance to compete for the Ballon d'Or.

At this time, Miranda finally said; "I can try!"

Phew~~~~~~

Bametou took a long breath and ran towards La Masia every two days. Now he finally got a promise.

"When are you going?" Bametou asked anxiously.

Miranda said like an old god: "Let him finish the season first."

"No!" Barmetou said anxiously: "Now Juventus, Chelsea, Manchester United and other teams are eyeing him. It will be bad if we go late."

Hearing this, Miranda actually smiled playfully and said, "So, you don't understand Yi. This is a time period. Anyone who goes to Yi is seeking death."

"What?"

"So, if you don't know Yi, don't worry, it's not too late to go after the season is over."

After saying that, Miranda made a sign to see off the guests. Bametou still wanted to try harder, but finally left helplessly.

After seeing off Bametou, Miranda stood up and came to the window, looking forward with her back on her back.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he said softly:

"It's time to come back, it's time to come back, Yi, five years is long enough!"

Those turbid eyes seemed to penetrate time, and the time was frozen in the rainy season five years ago.

The lonely and lonely back of the black-haired boy made him full of emotion.

At the age of eighteen, I stood like a slave!

...

On the other side, in Yi Le's villa, Yi Le was receiving a massage and said with a sullen face: "Pere, tell them that I have no idea of ​​transferring now and ask them not to bother me!"

Pere looked at Yi Le helplessly.

Now from morning to night, there are countless club directors calling him every day, and every one of them is asking about Yile's transfer news.

Although, he has made it clear that Yi Le will enter the transfer market in the summer window, and everyone will depend on their ability.

But there are always some people who think that those who are near the water and the towers will get the moon first.

They didn't know that Yile was going all out to prepare for the game at this time. He was not happy about these transfer invitations, but was a little bored.

This kind of move can be said to be very unwise, and the impression left on Yi Le will be much worse.

But despite this, those people still rushed forward and succeeded, and Perret was also very tired.

He finally realized how tiring it was to be responsible for the transfer of a world-class superstar.