Chapter 92

The largest slum in Sao Paulo, on a hill outside.

Rugged narrow roadway, disorderly temporary cover, crooked poles, and the messy line.

This is the slum of Brazil.

Most of the people who live here are engaged in gatekeepers, security guards, delivery, sanitation, housekeeping, waiters, and even Street tramps, and even some of them are engaged in gray industry.

It's also because there's a mix of fish and dragons, so there's a lot of noise 24 hours a day.

In the deep part of the tunnel, there are suddenly the barking of dogs, the sound of motorcycles from the residents who go out early and come back late, and the sound of hawkers at the intersection

Early in the morning, the sky was dim.

In the room on the second floor of a humble bungalow on the hillside, a young man who got up early was lying on a shaggy bed, quietly listening to the movement from outside.

His name is Max Senna.

They have lived here since childhood, but the Marcos Senna brothers are different from their peers in the slums. They were sent to Sao Paulo football school by their parents since childhood to receive formal football training.

Although he was soon forced to drop out of school because he was poor and could not afford to pay tuition fees, his study experience in Sao Paulo football school made Marcos Senna the most promising professional player recognized by all people in this slum.

Even three years ago, the moment before his father died, he still thought so.

Become a professional player, get a high salary, with their families, leave this damn slum, live across the road, that piece of tall modern buildings, like paradise of the rich.

This is Max Senna's dream.

As like as two peas in the slums.

But a lot of times, fate is so strange.

He is very strong, very strong, strong running ability, the game is also very hard, even he can be desperate to grab a ball, but he just can't play well, is not liked.

From o'browncou to Amerika, and then to Corinthians, almost all coaches will say at the first sight, wow, this boy is born with a good material to play football.

But when he got off the court and played for a few minutes, they all shook their heads and said in a very sorry tone, it's a pity!

He knows what these coaches are pitying.

It's a pity that he has such good physical fitness, but why he doesn't have those dazzling footwork skills and the dazzling speed.

He did not understand why God gave him such a body, but did not give him these.

Maybe, this is life!

Since he played a few games in Corinthians a year ago, he has never had a chance to play again and has been completely knocked out of the cold.

He hasn't played in more than a year.

Although, he has always believed that in his usual training, he is more hardworking than anyone else, and his state and body are better than everyone else, who can tell him this?

His cousin, who has joined the first team in the famous Italian team Roma, told him that a player like him will have to go to Europe, where his style is suitable, and he will get a chance.

Thaksin, but he didn't get a chance.

Asuncian has also applied for several trial training opportunities for him, but no one is willing to waste time on a player like him.

There are so many football talents in Brazil that he has no advantage.

He had no choice but to wait.

But he felt that he could not wait any longer.

Corinthian's management has told him more than once to pack up and leave, and stop rubbing his allowance.

It can be seen that their life is not easy.

It seems to be a foregone conclusion to leave. Where can I go?

Maybe we should leave Sao Paulo and try our luck with small teams in other cities.

No matter what, it's better than staying here, right?

Well, that's the only way to do it!

Marcos Senna got up from the bed, opened the wooden door to the balcony, and a cold air suddenly penetrated into it. But with his strong body exposed, he walked onto the balcony, breathing the morning air and feeling fresh.

All of a sudden, there was a ring in the room.

Seine's dark face was obviously frowned, but he walked back quickly.

It's a little famous agent in the surrounding area he knows.

Although he often boasted that he had a good way and channel to work for ferger, Max Senna knew that he was just boasting. He didn't know how many people were separated from ferger.

"Hello, Senna."

"Max, it's me. I want to tell you something very important."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Remember the Portuguese partner I mentioned to you the other day?"

"Of course I do." Marcos Senna: what partner?

At that time, he praised his Portuguese partner as a flower. He said that he was a famous Portuguese agent. He was so powerful that he seemed to be a great man.

But if he really has a Portuguese ace agent as a partner, he still needs to work in the slums?

"He was looking for a midfield player before. I recommended you. Do you remember?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Any news?" Marcos Senna was suddenly delighted.

Portugal, good place.

I don't know how many Brazilian players go to Portugal every year, and then use Portugal as a springboard to enter the four major European leagues.

"Yes, I've just received the news that he wants you to leave immediately for trial training in Spain."

"Spain?" Marcos Senna was stunned. "Isn't it Portugal?"

Although he has not read any books, at least he knows that Spain is not the same place as Portugal, OK?

"Er..." the other side said, "I don't know the specific details, but listen to what they mean, there is a big Spanish team interested in you, let you go to trial training."

"Spanish giants? "Trial training?" Max Senna's eyes were wide open and his mouth grew fast enough to fit an egg.

Just him?

A player who has not played a professional game for more than a year will be favored by the Spanish giants?

Is that possible?

"Right now, as soon as possible." Urged the man on the phone.

Marcus Senna shakes his head and laughs. The sooner, the better. It sounds like cheating.

"Come on, come on, I'm not interested in any Spanish giants, that's all!"

Then he hung up.

Just me? And the Spanish giants?

Marcos Senna himself was unbelievable.

Even if it's a lie, please be professional, OK?

Do you really think I'm one of those favelas?

But when he got dressed and went to the balcony to brush his teeth and wash his face, the phone rang again.

This time it's a cross-border call. I don't know where it came from.

Marcos Senna was a little puzzled.

"Hello, Senna."

"Hello, Marcos. I'm Jorge Mendes, general manager of gastiford, Portugal."

Marcos Senna, Jorge Mendes?

Never heard of it.

But it's Portuguese, isn't it

"Hello, Mr. Mendes."

"Well, I have a cooperation with Mr. figuer. I learned about you through his channels, but they told me that you were worried about being cheated, so I called you in person."

Marcos Senna grinned bitterly and didn't know how to deal with it.

"This trial training is very urgent, and I'm unprepared. I didn't know why he would like you."

It's very frank, but Max Senna believed it.

Because he knows his own situation.

"The person who likes you is the head coach of Spanish giants Atletico Madrid. You can check it on the Internet. They need a midfield now. I have cooperated with them and recommended you. He invited you to trial training."

Marcos Senna's heart was beating.

Is God revealed?

But he is not one of those ignorant children, so he is still very cautious.

"Why me?"

"I don't know!" Jorge Mendes shook his head. "Maybe some of your qualities make him appreciate it."

Marcos Senna was speechless.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Marcos. If you are willing to come, I will bear all the expenses such as air tickets, board and lodging, and I can promise that if you don't succeed in the trial training at Atletico Madrid, I immediately recommend you to the Portuguese team for trial training."

"Really... Really?" Max Senna was a little confused.

Training in Portugal?

This is his dream all the time.

As for going to Spain, especially the top clubs, that's something he can't even dream about.

"Yes, I promise, and the trade will be done through Mr. figuer's company. I'm a partner with them."

This is obviously more convincing than the previous little agent.

Figuer, this is the most powerful guarantee for Brazilian international transfer.

"Atletico Madrid's demand is very urgent, and there is not much time. If you like, I'll arrange it right away to help you book the fastest ticket and fly directly to Madrid. I'll meet you at the airport."

Marcos Senna was a little nervous.

He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and one he had dreamed of in the past.

But when it came, he found that it was not so easy to make this decision.

He hesitated for more than ten seconds before breathing heavily.

Make a bet!

"Well, Mr. Mendes, I agree to go to the trial!"

Jorge Mendes on the other side of the line immediately laughed. "Good, Marcos. I'll arrange it right away."

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"What a man's Epic!"

Gao Han and Lin Xia walked out of the cinema side by side. After a breath, they said with admiration.

They just saw Tom Hanks' life on the desert island. It's amazing!

"It's like telling me that no matter at any time or under any circumstances, don't give up hope and fight bravely. Hope will always appear when you don't expect it!"

This is what Gao Han learned from this movie.

But Lin Xia is obviously not.

"Don't you think reality is too cruel for Tom Hanks?"

"Why?"

"All of a sudden, he was thrown into a lonely lonely island, forcing him to put down everything, even his love, to adapt to everything on the island."

Gao Han nods. It's really cruel.

"But when he got used to it, and suddenly gave him hope, let him return to this should be very familiar, but very strange world, don't you think it's very cruel?"

Hearing what Lin Xia said, Gao Han suddenly felt that the latter one seemed more cruel than the former one.

The belief supporting his survival in the desert island is the society he is familiar with and the women he loves deeply.

But when he finally came back, he found that the society was so strange that he didn't know it at all.

And the woman he loves has already married someone else.

It's really cruel!

"This is the reality!" Gao Han said with a smile.

"No!" But Lin Xia shook his head, "at least, if I were that woman, I would wait for him."

"Well?" Her last sentence was very low, Gao Han didn't hear it clearly.

"Nothing!" Lin Xia gave a playful smile.

If you don't hear me.

"Let's go!" Alpine refers to the BMW X5 parked at the gate of the cinema.

After a period of training, Lin Xia's driving skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Well, I tell you, you should learn to drive."

"Why?" Gao Han asked with a smile, "isn't it good to have a free driver to pick him up?"

Lin Xia glared at him angrily, "so you don't have to take me home and go back by bus yourself!"

"I don't care, I'd like to!" Gao Han said smilingly.

Lin Xia spat at him and ignored him.

Originally, Lin Xia should have driven him back to the dormitory.

But the high cold didn't let her do it because she was afraid that it would be unsafe for a girl to drive in the middle of the night.

So, every time they make an appointment to go out for dinner, or to see a movie or something, they end up taking Lin Xia home in the cold, and then taking the bus back to mahada Enda by themselves.

Lin Xia also really has no way to take him!

But the high cold doesn't think so.

Sitting in the co driver's seat, I turned my head from time to time and saw a beautiful side face. I was driving seriously and attentively. The neon lights on the side of the road came in from the window and spilled on her face. At this moment, she was really beautiful!

He just likes to look at her silently in this kind of ambiguous carriage.

But all of a sudden, a phone call came in and broke his reverie.

"Hello, who is it?" The cold is a little depressing.

"It's me, Mr. Gao Han." The voice of Jorge Mendes came over the phone.

"Oh, Hello, Mr. Mendes."

"Ha ha, just call me Jorge." Mendes pulled the door with a smile.

"By the way, Mr. Gao Han, Marcos Senna has arrived in Madrid."

"What?" Gao Han was a little surprised. "So fast?"

"Yes, just arrived. I've arranged for him to stay in the hotel."

Gao Han suddenly smiles, "you are really efficient."

"That's natural. You say the sooner the better!" Mendes laughed.

This service... I really don't have to choose. It's much better than the group of people in the technical department and scouting department of Atletico Madrid.

"OK, you can bring him over tomorrow morning, and I'll arrange the trial training."

"OK, OK, I'll take him there on time."

"Well, it's OK. That's it."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Gao Han. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Han shook his head and laughed. This Portuguese is really good at business.

"What? "We need help?" Lin xiarao asked with interest.

"Well, I found a treasure!"

"Really?" Lin Xia was surprised.

She admired the insight of alpine cold.

"Well, well trained, it's a top back."

Lin Xia immediately also happy for him, "that hit Mallorca, not more sure?"

Gao Han, listening to her saying this, was suddenly moved in her heart.

"Try it tomorrow!"