There is a belief called football

Chapter 596
"miracle",
"Flying Immortals Outside the Sky",
"Beyond Zidane",
"The annual Puskas Award has been locked by Li Qiao in advance",
After the first round of the UEFA Champions League semi-finals, the praises of Li Qiao came from all directions, even the British media, which has always been very fussy and contrived, couldn't help but praise Li Qiao's goal.

The bad boy "Gascoigne" even called Li Qiao's goal the greatest goal in the history of the Champions League, not one of them.

And "World Soccer"'s top ten goals of the week, without any suspense, rated Li Qiao's sweeping goal with a bow and arrow as the best.

But compared with these, a word of a big man shocked everyone, that is, Baggio, who has not shown up for a long time, said a word on social media-"Li Qiao should be shortlisted for the Golden Globe Award".

The reason why it is said is shocking, because in the history of world football, no Asian has ever won the World Footballer, and even an Asian has never been shortlisted for the final 30-man squad.

"Gazzetta dello Sport" first echoed Baggio, "It's time for a change. Football belongs to the world, not to Europe."

But there are also those who sing the opposite, "The countries where the Golden Globe winners are located are all football powers, and China"?
The implication is that China has dragged Li Qiao down. Of course, this view was immediately bombarded by the Chinese media and most of the European media.

Effenberg, in particular, called on everyone to boycott these unscrupulous sensational media, and said that if this year's Golden Globe Award is not awarded to Li Qiao, then this award will not be held. This sentence is very familiar.

Because Ronaldo's agent Mendes once said this. After Messi won the Golden Globe for many years, Mendes said this sentence that sounded like a complaint. Later, the Golden Globe was indeed awarded to Ronaldo. It seems that sometimes it is useful to complain.

When the outside world was turbulent, Li Qiao was very calm. He was actively training at the base. Li Qiao saw Muller sneaking around in the distance and kicked him in the head with a fallen leaf ball.

"Damn, who hit me",
"Such accurate footwork, who else could it be?" Ribery said.

Mu Le turned around and looked at Li Qiao with a smirk on his face, thinking: "I'll settle the score with you later."

"Frank, then we have a deal",
Ribery nodded, "That's it."

It turned out that Mueller and Ribery were betting whether Li Qiao could win this year's Golden Globe Award. Mueller said yes, but Ribery said no. The bet was a "Rolls-Royce Phantom".

After Ribery left, Li Qiao came over.

"You hit me on the head just now, didn't you?"
"I didn't do it on purpose," Li Qiao raised his hand.

Muller sneered, "Your footwork is difficult whether you think about it or not."

Li Qiao glanced at Ribery who was walking away, "What are you doing, sneaking around, discussing something bad?"

Mueller stammered a bit, "No...yes".

Mueller's level of lying is not at the professional level. Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is bad. For example, today, Mueller's expression is very amateurish, and Li Qiao can see it right away.

Li Qiao looked at Muller, then at Ribery, and made a plan. He dismissed Muller and walked to Ribery.

"Frank, Mueller says the agreement between you is void",
"Fuck, is Thomas' mouth a fart? It changes in a second. I don't care. He owes me a Rolls Royce."

"Rolls Royce"?
"He said change to a Bugatti",
Ribery scolded again, "Forget it, I won't bet anymore",
In this way, Li Qiao made out the words in Ribery's stomach with a few words.

"Damn, where is the person, asked me to help him get water, and disappeared by himself"?
Looking again, Li Qiao was on Ribery's side, and Muller instinctively felt that Li Qiao was playing tricks.

"Don't listen to him," Muller growled.

Franck Ribery realized it and was fooled, "Hehe, that, Li Qiao, I was joking, you know, Thomas and I like to talk nonsense."

Li Qiao held Ribery with one arm and Muller with the other, "Don't worry, I won't tell the boss. Also, I said Frank, are you so unconfident in me?"
Ribery was considered a proletarian in France since he was a child, and he was quite greedy for money. He scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

After Ribery left, Muller patted Li Qiao, "We are good buddies, I bet you win."

"Really good buddies don't bet with their friends",
Müller murmured, "Really good buddies in Germany can bet on each other."

"yes"?
"yes",
Li Qiao rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter what you say, I'll ask the head to see if there is such a tradition in Germany."

Mueller's face turned green, "Joe, you're ruthless."

Li Qiao chuckled, "It's good to know."

*****
Walking into Florentino's office, a huge floor-to-ceiling window came into view. Florentino turned around and smiled, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, and said to Mendez, "You're welcome, just sit down."

Mendes is really rude, because he is too familiar with this place, just like his own home, he has done too much business with Real Madrid.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Mourinho, Marcelo, Di Maria, Coentrao, Pepe, this big deal was negotiated with Florentino in this room, and his personal commission from Real Madrid was at least half a billion.

Therefore, Real Madrid is Mendes' biggest benefactor. Every time Mendes steps here, he can smell the money, and it is a lot of money, because Florentino is a big spender when he makes a move.

"Have a drink"?
Mendes waved his hand, "I only drink after the deal is done."

Florentino laughed, "Sorry, I forgot".

Florentino walked to the desk and pressed the speakerphone on the landline, "I want to talk to important guests, don't let anyone in."

After giving the order, Florentino walked to the sofa in front of Mendes and sat down.

"There have been rumors in the media that "Cristiano" is going to Paris Saint-Germain, and that you have already started operations, right?"
Mendes has stood tall in European football and became the number one agent. The most important thing is that he is very honest with his players and the clubs he cooperates with. This is also the reason why everyone in this circle trusts him.

Mendes nodded, "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I'm just in touch now. Paris hasn't made an offer yet, so I didn't inform you, because according to the rules, there is no need before there is an offer."

Florentino nodded. He knew and trusted Mendes very well.

"Cristiano can leave Madrid if the price is right".

Mendes was startled. This is the first time Florentino has made such a statement. In the past few years, many clubs have coveted Ronaldo. Manchester City, Manchester United, and Chelsea have all made offers, but Florentino has been rejected without exception.

"Cristiano is not for sale", this is the only sentence Florentino gave Mendes.

It's normal to think about it. Ronaldo is irreplaceable. If you sell Ronaldo, it will be impossible for Real Madrid to find a similar one in the transfer market. It's not a matter of money.

Mendes knows that the premise of Ronaldo leaving Madrid is that Real Madrid has found a replacement, which is the only premise.

"who is he"?
"what"?
After a brief shock, Florentino smiled. He lamented that Mendes is so smart, "No wonder you can become a big winner in this circle." Florentino gave a thumbs up.

"I would like to know who can replace Cristiano",
Florentino waved his hand, "No one can replace Cristiano, he is the greatest player in the history of Real Madrid."

"No matter how great a player is, he will grow old, won't he?"
Florentino smiled deeply, "By the way, let me show you something."

Turning around and taking a copy of "Marca" from the desk, Florentino put the newspaper in front of Mendez.

The photo above is very clear, it is a snapshot of the moment when Li Qiao shot sideways and hit the second ball.

Mendes smiled, "I have vision, I have been paying attention to this kid recently, but he is Bayern's sweetheart."

"Cristiano was also Ferguson's darling back then, but with you here, is there any business that can't be done?"
"What's the meaning"?
Mendes felt that the purpose of Florentino calling him was not Ronaldo, but the Chinese in front of him.

"You want me to help you get him out"?
Florentino smiled and nodded.

"Cristiano goes to Paris, I want 8000 million, and then I get Bayern, this is my idea, I only tell you one person."

Mendez admired it in his heart, Florentino was indeed a big business man, and he made a big deal every time he made a move.

"How much handling fee do I have to earn for this entry and exit?"bought Mendes thought.

He seemed to have seen the scene of money rolling in, if Florentino wasn't in front of him, he couldn't help snickering.

"How is it? Jorge, I know this is difficult, but I won't ask you for anything that is not difficult."

Mendez nodded, "You are not looking for the wrong person, I think there is no other person in Europe who can do this except me."

"I just like it, you never reject me, never say no."

In fact, successful people are like this. They don’t say it’s impossible, but think of a way. This is why Florentino and Mendes cherish each other.

"Any other orders?"
"No more, just these two things",
Mendes stood up, "Then wait for my good news."

"Really don't want a drink"?Florentino asked.

"Drink, save it until after signing the contract, this time I want to drink two glasses",
"Then I would like to congratulate you in advance, Jorge. Also, if you need my help, please call me at any time. I will tell the secretary that Jorge's call will be answered first."

Mendes smiled and walked out of Florentino's office. In front of the mirror at the door, Mendes tidied up his suit, "Every time I come here, I can smell the smell of money, which is great."

(End of this chapter)