Chapter 93

"Marcos, I'll tell you again."

In a taxi from downtown Madrid to mahadanda, Jorge Mendes once again carefully reminded the Brazilian player sitting next to him.

"It's Atletico Madrid. Although it's demoted, it's still Spain's third biggest traditional club. You have to abide by their rules. Everything has to be arranged by the head coach. Don't mess around, you know?"

Max Senna nodded busily.

He is now finally convinced that Jorge Mendes is going to run him to the Spanish giants.

Atletico Madrid, the team he had heard of when he was in Brazil, is a very good team, just accidentally relegated.

Moreover, he has recently read about Atletico Madrid in the newspaper. He has heard that he has won one after another and has performed quite well.

In any case, with his identity, background and professional resume, as long as he is a professional team in Europe, he will snicker, let alone a big family like Atletico Madrid.

However, the reminder of Jorge Mendes made him nervous.

Not to mention Atletico Madrid, even if it is Mendes such an agent, yesterday, it is still beyond his expectation.

But now, they are sitting in the back of the same taxi, no longer so high.

As for the legendary Atletico Madrid and their head coach

It's hard for Marcos Senna not to be nervous.

"What? Nervous? " Jorge Mendes noticed.

Since picking up the plane, the Brazilian has always been in a serious state. He sits in the taxi with his hands on his knees and dares not move. He rubs his palms from time to time. In March, he is sweating. It is clear that he is nervous.

Max Senna nodded, really nervous.

How can you not be nervous?

All of a sudden, overnight, he went from a player who could not play in the Brazilian League to the top European teams for trial training, which made him nervous.

And he's in awe of the manager he's going to meet.

Because he knew that a word from the head coach of Atletico Madrid brought him to Spain.

And then, perhaps because of his words, completely changed his family's life.

So, he really can't help being nervous.

"You can't do that. If you are nervous, you can't show your strength. What can you do to impress the head coach and make him agree to sign you?"

"I know." Marcos Senna nodded. "I'm not nervous when I'm on the court."

Is it?

Jorge Mendes is skeptical, but he can't do anything about it.

For Marcos Senna whether can stay in Atletico Madrid, he does not hold too much hope, and even he does not care, because for him, the real harvest is to use this trial to get in touch with Atletico Madrid.

With this relationship, it will be much easier to introduce players in the future.

But Max Senna didn't think so.

He knows that this is his only chance to change himself and the fate of his family, and he has to seize it.

Now that he's in Spain and Europe, he doesn't want to go back.

He's going to take his family and get rid of that damn slum!

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As usual, Gao Han came to the training ground early, put on his black training suit, and instructed the assistants and staff to arrange the training ground.

There are also some players who come to the training ground early and are consciously warming up.

The day after tomorrow, the team will play Real Mallorca at home. Everyone in the whole Atletico Madrid wants to win the match at home.

Therefore, the whole sports city, filled with a strong desire to compete.

"Good morning, Mr. Gao Han!"

Gao Han looked over and saw Jorge Mendes standing outside the barbed wire with a smile calling for him.

Marcus senna, a dark but strong looking man, was standing next to him.

"Hey, Jorge!"

Gao Han waved his hand, explained cantarello a few more words, and then walked past.

"Mr. Gao Han, he is Max Senna."

When Marcos Senna saw the cold, his first feeling was shock.

Young, too young!

It's the cold weather. I'm younger than him!

Is he really the head coach of Atletico Madrid?

"Marcos... Marcos!" Mendes was a little depressed to see that Max Senna was in a daze.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Gao Han!" Marcos Senna reacted and was immediately shocked.

He could feel the awe of Mendes in the face of the cold.

To be the head coach of Atletico Madrid, no matter how young, is not something he can despise.

On the contrary, he must always remind himself that this young man is in charge of his destiny!

"Never mind, Marcos. Welcome to Atletico Madrid!" Gao Han smiles and shakes hands with Max Senna.

"Sergio!" he said

Garcia heard the cry and ran over, "boss."

"Marcos Senna, as I told you, you take him to the dressing room and ask Anthony to prepare a set of equipment for him. He will train with us these two days."

Anthony lillarandi, the equipment manager of Atletico Madrid.

Sergio Garcia looked at Marcos Senna, then at the high cold, with a suspicious face.

Before, the coaching staff did communicate with Marcos Senna.

No matter Sergio Garcia or cantarero, they are not optimistic about Marcos Senna.

But I don't know why the cold is so high that I am very optimistic about this player and insist on arranging his trial training.

There's no way. They're assistants. They have to obey.

Watching Garcia take Marcos Senna, Jorge Mendes looks around.

"Mr. Gao Han, I heard that these two days are closed training, then I..."

"It doesn't matter. You can get in and out at any time."

"Oh, OK, I'll pick him up after the afternoon training. Thank you, Mr. Gao Han."

"You're welcome."

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Before long, Garcia led Marcos Senna back to the training ground with his shirt and boots on.

Jorge Mendes left in fear.

He often deals with Brazilian players, but he knows very well that many Brazilian players have no rules and have to be careful.

Gao Han looks at max Senna with great interest. He is not tall, but his muscles are very strong. He seems to have good fighting ability and is very flexible. He is really a good body.

"You warm up first and then train with the team."

But Marcos Senna shook his head and said, "no, sir, I don't need to warm up. I can train now."

No need to warm up?

The cold, cantarello, Garcia and the nearby staff were all confused.

It's common sense to warm up before strenuous exercise, OK?

"Er, no, I mean..."

"Never mind. Warm up first. That's the rule."

Max Senna nodded in obedience.

When he ran to warm up, cantarello and Garcia came together.

"Are you sure this kid has talent?"

Can a player who has not played even one game for more than a year and has not proved himself in the Brazilian League so far have the strength to have a foothold in Atletico Madrid?

They absolutely doubt it!

However, alpine is full of confidence.

"I'm 100 percent sure."

He also looked at the perfunctory Marcos Senna in the warm-up, pointed to a nearby staff member, and motioned him to hurry up and urge him not to let the boy careless.

"Even if he does well in training, I don't mind letting him play the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Cantarello and Garcia lost their voices.

"Are you... Are you crazy?" Cantarello blushed and pointed to the cold.

Even Garcia almost didn't pee.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

High cold patted off, Garcia came over to try his forehead temperature hand, "I'm awake!"

"Then you still..."

Gao Han pointed to his eyes, "I can't read it wrong!"

Now, the two assistants have nothing to say.

They have been working together since August last year, selling Pino and kubilo, bringing in villa and Xabi Alonso, promoting Antonio Lopez and Gabriel Gabriel, as well as Pablo ibanisi and machena during the winter break

Every one of them proves that the high cold has never been overlooked.

For example, Pablo, the second team performed well. Later, after ibich was injured, Gao Han put the French center back veteran Jean Fernandez on loan. He promoted Pablo to the top and partnered with machena. As a result, he performed well.

As for machena, let alone the main defensive force, there is no downturn at Benfica.

Therefore, in terms of talent mining and player training, alpine really has its own characteristics.

However, it's impossible to turn a guy who hasn't played a professional game for more than a year, hasn't played a whole season so far, and doesn't even play the main team into the main midfield of Atletico Madrid overnight?

It's crazy to do that!

The whole world is in a mess!

It's even conceivable that the whole Spanish media will be frying pan at that time, and everyone will think that the high cold must be crazy!

But the problem is, high cold but full of confidence!

With the previous success, the assistants also hold a wait-and-see attitude.

Anyway, there will be trial training. Let's see first.

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After a long warm-up, Max Senna can finally take part in training.

The training of Atletico Madrid is obviously different from that of Corinthians. They are more disciplined, scientific and targeted.

At the beginning of a few training, Marcos Senna can be in order to complete.

It can be seen that the basic skills are very solid. It's the Brazilian players in the end.

Later, he took part in the group confrontation. Gao Leng first put Marcos Senna on the bench and didn't let him play. However, he asked Garcia to talk about the rules and let him have a good look and get familiar with them.

He didn't stop until half of the group fight.

"Juan, take a break and let him go up and have a try!"

Gao Han called captain Juan Aguilera and pointed to Marcos Senna.

"New boy, come on!" Aguilera took off his vest and handed it to Marcos Senna.

"Come here!" The cold beckoned.

"Sir!"

"See that man?" High cold points to Harvey Alonso.

"Well." Max Senna nodded.

He has noticed that this player is the core of Atletico Madrid. He is responsible for the organization and arrangement of the midfield pass.

"You have two responsibilities, one is to protect him, and the other is to sweep the midfield and grab the ball, understand?"

Marcos Senna was stunned, "Sir, but I used to play on the right side."

"I know!" Gao Han looked at the Brazilian with a deep smile, "but from now on, you kick the back of the waist!"

Back waist?

Marcos Seine was completely lost.

He has never played in this position. Even in the Brazilian League, few teams will arrange full-time defenders in the midfield. He has no idea.

But when it comes to the end, it's time to stick to it!