Chapter 412 The Storm Before the Game
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Lao Zuo
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Even Herman, who was outside the office next door, could hear Simeone's roar clearly.
He comforted the colleagues behind him, and knocked on the door of Simeone's office alone.
"Calm down, Diego, at this time, the pro-Real Madrid newspapers released such news, isn't the intention obvious?"
Herman was speechless when he saw Simeone who was already irritated.
Brother, you should use your brain anyway, don't be so reckless?
"I know, why don't I know, what time is it now? Don't I know?" Simeone turned his back to Herman, but his roar was not as calm as in his words.
Herman looked at his back and knew that he still had something to say.
"The chairman called me just now and asked me to be a candidate to replace Lindy!" Simeone turned around at this time.
Herman was horrified to find that Simeone's eyes were red, like a demon who was about to choose someone to devour.
"Could it be that?"
"Yes, you guessed it right, someone has already contacted." Simeone's voice was very low.
"What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Now I'm a villain, just like I was back then, Torres left, now I'm back, Lindy is leaving too."
Herman didn't speak, he stepped forward and patted Simeone.
He knew that apart from anger, Simeone also felt uncomfortable.
He loves this club deeply, both in the past and in the future.
"You said, what if we renegotiate the contract with Lindy now?" Although he knew it was unlikely, he began to ask.
"What do you say? 9000 million liquidated damages? It's not impossible to mention this now!" Simeone suddenly cheered up, why didn't he think of it?
He immediately got up and hugged Herman fiercely: "Damn the sports director, I'll go find him and start a new contract negotiation. If there are conditions, we can talk!"
After speaking, Simeone immediately went out to find Chairman Cerezo.
...
"Magate fired?"
"Isn't that good news for us?"
In the office, the club chairman Cerezo was chatting with Hill.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"What? Diego ran over? Let him in." After speaking, Cerezo glanced at Hill, "It seems to be Lindy's business."
"Actually, I also think the club should keep him, but now a large number of players need to renew their contracts and start new contract negotiations. The club's funding gap is too big." Hill was extremely regretful, as if this matter was God's will.
"It is true that the club's current debt ratio is too high, and we have been unable to raise new loans unless we sell the club's shares or cancel the plan for the new stadium."
"Yeah, if you think about it again, you can still make money if you squeeze."
Simeone at the door heard all the voices of the two singing in unison.
His movement of pushing the door froze.
"Mr. Chairman, Mr. Hill."
Now that he is here, how could Simeone shrink back at the door?
Yes, he is conservative.
But since a person can be called handsome, it is impossible for him to have something to be afraid of.
Both of them smiled and turned to look at Simeone.
"Diego, why are you free today? Yes, there should be no problem in tomorrow's game. We are very confident about it!" Cerezo walked towards Simeone with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
Regarding the matter of entering the final, everyone from the club to the fans is full of confidence.
"I'm here..."
Before Simeone finished speaking, Hill came over: "Okay, we know what you mean, we have already made an appointment with Hull, and we will continue to discuss the new contract after the game tomorrow, and we will give Lindy the highest 10 Weekly wages in euros and, of course, a handsome signing fee."
Without waiting for Simeone to thank him in surprise, Cerezo continued: "You can lead the team with confidence, and leave these things to us. You are the backbone of this team, and we trust you 100%!"
In this way, Simeone returned to the club in a fog without saying a few words.
The satisfied smile on his face was seen by Herman, "Done the deal?"
"That is, we must win tomorrow's game, and Lindy must also stay." Simeone was very happy.
It's just that he didn't think about why the club's attitude changed so quickly.
...
The next day, Schalke 04 came to Madrid led by an assistant coach.
Before coming here, Lin Di had contacted Hao Junmin.
"I'm afraid it's coming to an end. A good performance doesn't mean anything." Hao Junmin's voice could clearly feel the lonely Lindy.
"Third brother, don't worry too much, wait for the new head coach to come, what if there is a chance?"
But Hao Junmin was not seen in the player tunnel until now.
Lindy already knew that the new assistant coach was not very discerning.
In this case, then blow up your right!
"X, I'll pass the ball to you more this time, to penetrate, ok?" Lindy said while standing in the center circle of the court, putting his arms around Sanchez.
"Okay! Leave it to me!" Although he didn't quite understand, but he heard the pass to himself, so what's the matter?
Before the start of the game, Simeone knew about Magath's dismissal.
He has a good impression of this Germanic coach who is somewhat similar to himself.
Both of them have their own ideas in training, not hypocrites who claim to be masters of tactics.
After shaking hands with the opponent's unknown assistant coach, Simeone sat on the coach's bench with peace of mind.
In today's game, although Atletico Madrid has a great advantage, he dare not take risks.
A standard 451 formation was set up at home.
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Welcome to the second leg of the 2010-11 UEFA Champions League semi-final. Atletico Madrid welcome Schalke 04 at Calderon's home court."
"I'm Lao Liu!"
"I'm a pony!"
"The two sides fought 1-4 in the first round. Atletico Madrid scored 4 away goals, which is a great advantage!"
"Before this game, Schalke 04's coach Magath was officially dismissed, and Hao Junmin did not appear in the starting list. Today he is wearing a black away jersey. The starting goalkeeper: Neuer..."
"Atletico Madrid's lineup has not changed much, but some adjustments have been made on the right. Perea replaced Valera as the starter."
As the referee's whistle sounded, a tragedy was brewing.
......
Even Herman, who was outside the office next door, could hear Simeone's roar clearly.
He comforted the colleagues behind him, and knocked on the door of Simeone's office alone.
"Calm down, Diego, at this time, the pro-Real Madrid newspapers released such news, isn't the intention obvious?"
Herman was speechless when he saw Simeone who was already irritated.
Brother, you should use your brain anyway, don't be so reckless?
"I know, why don't I know, what time is it now? Don't I know?" Simeone turned his back to Herman, but his roar was not as calm as in his words.
Herman looked at his back and knew that he still had something to say.
"The chairman called me just now and asked me to be a candidate to replace Lindy!" Simeone turned around at this time.
Herman was horrified to find that Simeone's eyes were red, like a demon who was about to choose someone to devour.
"Could it be that?"
"Yes, you guessed it right, someone has already contacted." Simeone's voice was very low.
"What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Now I'm a villain, just like I was back then, Torres left, now I'm back, Lindy is leaving too."
Herman didn't speak, he stepped forward and patted Simeone.
He knew that apart from anger, Simeone also felt uncomfortable.
He loves this club deeply, both in the past and in the future.
"You said, what if we renegotiate the contract with Lindy now?" Although he knew it was unlikely, he began to ask.
"What do you say? 9000 million liquidated damages? It's not impossible to mention this now!" Simeone suddenly cheered up, why didn't he think of it?
He immediately got up and hugged Herman fiercely: "Damn the sports director, I'll go find him and start a new contract negotiation. If there are conditions, we can talk!"
After speaking, Simeone immediately went out to find Chairman Cerezo.
...
"Magate fired?"
"Isn't that good news for us?"
In the office, the club chairman Cerezo was chatting with Hill.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"What? Diego ran over? Let him in." After speaking, Cerezo glanced at Hill, "It seems to be Lindy's business."
"Actually, I also think the club should keep him, but now a large number of players need to renew their contracts and start new contract negotiations. The club's funding gap is too big." Hill was extremely regretful, as if this matter was God's will.
"It is true that the club's current debt ratio is too high, and we have been unable to raise new loans unless we sell the club's shares or cancel the plan for the new stadium."
"Yeah, if you think about it again, you can still make money if you squeeze."
Simeone at the door heard all the voices of the two singing in unison.
His movement of pushing the door froze.
"Mr. Chairman, Mr. Hill."
Now that he is here, how could Simeone shrink back at the door?
Yes, he is conservative.
But since a person can be called handsome, it is impossible for him to have something to be afraid of.
Both of them smiled and turned to look at Simeone.
"Diego, why are you free today? Yes, there should be no problem in tomorrow's game. We are very confident about it!" Cerezo walked towards Simeone with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
Regarding the matter of entering the final, everyone from the club to the fans is full of confidence.
"I'm here..."
Before Simeone finished speaking, Hill came over: "Okay, we know what you mean, we have already made an appointment with Hull, and we will continue to discuss the new contract after the game tomorrow, and we will give Lindy the highest 10 Weekly wages in euros and, of course, a handsome signing fee."
Without waiting for Simeone to thank him in surprise, Cerezo continued: "You can lead the team with confidence, and leave these things to us. You are the backbone of this team, and we trust you 100%!"
In this way, Simeone returned to the club in a fog without saying a few words.
The satisfied smile on his face was seen by Herman, "Done the deal?"
"That is, we must win tomorrow's game, and Lindy must also stay." Simeone was very happy.
It's just that he didn't think about why the club's attitude changed so quickly.
...
The next day, Schalke 04 came to Madrid led by an assistant coach.
Before coming here, Lin Di had contacted Hao Junmin.
"I'm afraid it's coming to an end. A good performance doesn't mean anything." Hao Junmin's voice could clearly feel the lonely Lindy.
"Third brother, don't worry too much, wait for the new head coach to come, what if there is a chance?"
But Hao Junmin was not seen in the player tunnel until now.
Lindy already knew that the new assistant coach was not very discerning.
In this case, then blow up your right!
"X, I'll pass the ball to you more this time, to penetrate, ok?" Lindy said while standing in the center circle of the court, putting his arms around Sanchez.
"Okay! Leave it to me!" Although he didn't quite understand, but he heard the pass to himself, so what's the matter?
Before the start of the game, Simeone knew about Magath's dismissal.
He has a good impression of this Germanic coach who is somewhat similar to himself.
Both of them have their own ideas in training, not hypocrites who claim to be masters of tactics.
After shaking hands with the opponent's unknown assistant coach, Simeone sat on the coach's bench with peace of mind.
In today's game, although Atletico Madrid has a great advantage, he dare not take risks.
A standard 451 formation was set up at home.
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Welcome to the second leg of the 2010-11 UEFA Champions League semi-final. Atletico Madrid welcome Schalke 04 at Calderon's home court."
"I'm Lao Liu!"
"I'm a pony!"
"The two sides fought 1-4 in the first round. Atletico Madrid scored 4 away goals, which is a great advantage!"
"Before this game, Schalke 04's coach Magath was officially dismissed, and Hao Junmin did not appear in the starting list. Today he is wearing a black away jersey. The starting goalkeeper: Neuer..."
"Atletico Madrid's lineup has not changed much, but some adjustments have been made on the right. Perea replaced Valera as the starter."
As the referee's whistle sounded, a tragedy was brewing.
......
