Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 620

May 25, early morning, Su Fei Manor.

Su Fei sat in the living room, looking at the picture of himself running shirtless at the Etihad Stadium in the newspaper in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

《Crazy Demon Su! Su Fei led the Manchester City players to perform a marathon-style running celebration on the stadium! 》

Is this...me?

This is indeed me. There is absolutely no other handsome face in the world that makes people jealous.

But...why don’t I have any impression at all?

Su Fei rubbed his temples.

My memory still lingers on yesterday’s championship parade, the fans all over the streets, the cheers that never stopped, and...drinking.

Yes.

I seem to have drunk a lot of wine.

And then.

There is nothing else.

Then the picture of myself opening my eyes and lying on my bed at home.

So...I am drunk?

Su Fei quickly came to a conclusion and continued to try to recall, but found that he really couldn’t find any extra memories.

Ding ding ding.

Su Fei dialed Knight's number and decided to ask what happened after he blacked out yesterday.

The call was connected.

Just as Su Fei was about to speak, Knight's wailing came from the other side.

"Su! You finally woke up! Damn! You can call, are you sober? Damn! You don't know what you did yesterday..."

"..."

Knight talked about everything that happened yesterday on the other end of the phone, and Su Fei couldn't help interrupting him.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me? Are you sure I was yelling that I wanted to challenge Ronaldo on the way back yesterday?"

"Yes, you not only said you wanted to challenge Ronaldo, but also asked me to take you to Spain to beat Messi up."

"..."

"Why don't you talk?"

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a while."

Pah!

Su Fei hung up the phone and slumped on the sofa, with a look of wanting to cry but no tears.

Damn it.

I won't drink so much again.

Not bad.

I only said these words about Messi and Ronaldo in front of Knight. If I had said this at the Etihad Stadium yesterday, I would have been finished.

Yeah.

But if we really talk about fighting.

With my physique.

I should be able to fight two Ronaldos, three... five Messis?

Forget it.

It's over, this matter is over.

The 2006-07 season is officially over. The offseason is here, and I can finally relax.

Thinking of this.

Su Fei opened his notebook and started to check flights.

Due to work reasons.

Gao Yuanyuan returned to China the day before the Champions League final, and she came to see me twice.

How can I say that now that I have time, I have to go to China, for example, to visit the crew or something?

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At this moment, on the other side, Manchester City training base.

In the scooter.

Guardiola was constantly exhorting his brother Pere.

"Pere, I brought you here today mainly because as an agent, you know more about contracts. I can negotiate with Manchester City myself, so don't talk too much."

"Okay, okay, I know. Josep, can you be a little more confident? You are the man who led Manchester City to win the FA Cup and the Champions League!"

"I'm afraid you will mention these things at that time. Pere, you have to understand that Manchester City can achieve the treble because they have Su in the team, not because of the head coach."

"So this is also the reason why you rejected Barcelona's invitation to coach next season?"

"That's right."

Guardiola's eyes showed determination. If he had received an invitation to coach the first team from Barcelona before coming to Manchester City, when he was still coaching Barcelona B team.

He would have been excited and ecstatic, and agreed without hesitation.

But in just over ten days, 3 games.

After witnessing Su Fei's performance, I made up my mind to stay in Manchester City.

Even if I can't be the head coach next season and can only be an assistant coach of Manchester City, I must stay.

Because the best players of this era are in Manchester City.

I don't want to leave Manchester City.

So I regret it for the rest of my life.

Then when I saw that the Barcelona players didn't perform well, I missed Su Fei and couldn't help but talk about Su Fei.

Pere looked at his brother's expression and guessed what he was thinking.

I couldn't help but say something more.

"Josep, the Argentine kid in Barcelona is actuallyHe is also very talented, and it is the La Liga you are familiar with. Now you have a choice, you really don't have to stay in Manchester City. "

"Messi? Messi and Su are completely different players. There is no comparison, Pere."

Guardiola thought of the Argentine teenager in the first team and shook his head.

I was indeed moved by Messi's performance in the Barcelona first team, but that was before I saw Su Fei playing football on the sidelines.

The scooter stopped in front of the Manchester City administrative building.

Guardiola took his brother to Bernstein's office, and the door of the office was open.

"Joseph, I'm waiting for you. Who is this?"

"My brother Pere... is also my agent. He sent my resume to your email before."

"Haha, you have a good brother, Josep. Hello, Mr. Pere! Please sit here. Have you eaten? Do you need me to send two authentic English breakfasts to fill your stomach first? "

Bernstein's enthusiasm was somewhat beyond Pere's expectations. He did not expect that the Manchester City management recognized his brother so highly.

I am afraid that in Barcelona.

No matter how much they value Guardiola, they would not let a team coach eat in their office...

Bernstein then exchanged a few more polite words with Pere, and then took out a contract from the drawer of his office.

Handed it to Guardiola.

"Josep, the team is very much looking forward to reaching a formal long-term cooperation with you. This is what we have planned. As for the salary... If you have any ideas, just tell me directly. "

Speaking of contracts, Pere, as Guardiola's part-time agent, was very sensitive and immediately came over.

A contract.

The most important thing is the salary, followed by the duration.

Manchester City gave Guardiola a three-year contract. After various floating clauses, the combined annual salary is about 6 million euros.

6 million euros?!

Seeing the series of numbers on the contract, Pere's breathing became heavy.

Before coming, Pere had learned about the salaries of some head coaches of Premier League teams. For example, Chelsea signed an annual salary of 4.8 million euros with Mourinho in 2004.

Originally.

Pere expected that Manchester City would offer his brother a maximum of 3 million euros. Euros are good.

Unexpectedly.

The number given by Manchester City is 1.2 million euros higher than Mourinho, which is directly doubled than expected.

Sincerity!

Full of sincerity!

Now Pere is really speechless, and he is a little envious of his younger brother. He retired several years earlier than Guardiola and has been working as an agent for so long.

As a result, his younger brother retired only half a year ago.

The annual salary of the first job is enough to work for more than ten years with his current income.

Just when Pere thought his younger brother would sign the contract without hesitation, Guardiola, who had read the contract, put the contract aside.

"Mr. Bernstein, I have no problem with the content of the contract. But I want to confirm with you that the team's signings this offseason... how much power can I be given?"

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