Franco owns a chain of supermarkets in town and also the owner of an amateur club called Surena.
Rather than being a boss, he's more like a sponsor simply trying to fulfill his own football dream.
The club in Surena was formed by Franco, who gathered a group of football enthusiasts and children with football dreams in the town.
The club does not pay salaries.
Franco, as a sponsor, only provided some inexpensive equipment and helped the team rent training grounds.
In return.
The jerseys worn by the players of Surena on the field have the Franco supermarket logo printed on the chest.
Franco didn't know Allen, but he did know Raiola, the agent who had risen to prominence in European football in recent years.
After Allen introduced himself, Franco realized that the refined middle-aged man in front of him was the manager of Leeds United.
From the moment the two approached him at the supermarket entrance until now, when he brought them to the training ground, Franco's mind was a complete mess.
What the hell is going on?!
One of the biggest names in Europe!
The general manager of Leeds United!
These two people came to my supermarket, specifically asking for Kant!?
God! Am I fucking dreaming?!
"You two, that's Ngolo," Franco said weakly, pointing to the pitch.
Allen and Raiola looked in the direction he was pointing.
Sure enough! It was exactly as Li Shiguang had said.
This child's appearance... is really hard to describe.
"You two..." Franco's tone was somewhat hesitant, "May I ask what brings you to N'Goro?"
“I can’t ask you, but I still asked you.” Raiola’s chubby face broke into a smile. “There’s nothing to hide from you. I’ve taken a liking to him and want to ask him if he’d be willing to sign an agency contract with me.”
boom!
Raiola's answer made Franco's mind explode.
The fat man in front of me was none other than himself.
He's Raiola, the Raiola who has superstars like Ibrahimovic and Modric under his command.
If Kanté gets his eye on him, that's unacceptable!
Won't they rise to great heights and achieve countless leaps in their careers?!
Franco's eyes widened in disbelief.
He stared intently at Raiola.
Sudden.
He remembered that there was another important person by Raiola's side.
Raiola wants to sign an agency contract with Kanté.
So, this Leeds United manager... could it be...?
Before Franco could even ask a question, his pupils dilating to their limit once again.
Allen smiled and took the initiative to speak.
"Franco, don't ask anymore. You guessed right. I came here today to ask Ngolo if he would be willing to join Leeds United... um... I mean, join Leeds United's first team."
"Fuck you!!! Are you fucking kidding me!?"
Franco could no longer contain his excitement. The restraint he had felt standing next to the two big shots vanished. He put his hands on his head and shouted out a curse.
soon.
The players who were training on the field noticed several people standing on the sidelines.
After all, Franco's loudest voice and exaggerated movements were hard to ignore.
But upon seeing Franco's appearance, everyone's first reaction was whether the team's sponsors had been bullied.
So a group of burly men with unfriendly expressions approached, and the few big, dark-skinned men at the front even naturally clenched their fists in front of their chests.
"Hey... what's going on here?" Raiola clearly noticed that something was wrong. She stepped in front of Allen and waved to Franco, saying, "Franco, control your men. Let's just have a normal conversation. They must have misunderstood."
Franco also noticed the players' behavior.
He quickly stepped forward, hands raised, saying, "Alright, alright, brothers, it's nothing. These two... uh... these two gentlemen are here to see someone, not to cause trouble!"
"Really, Franco?" a voice in the crowd asked.
"Really!" Franco nodded with a smile. "Go back to playing football, I don't have anything here."
Seeing that Franco was indeed alright, the Syracuse players glanced at Raiola standing behind them before turning around to go back to playing.
At that moment, Franco stood on tiptoe and looked behind the crowd, then called out, "By the way, Ngoro, you stay here, I need to talk to you about something!"
I heard a sound.
A group of burly men moved aside.
Kanté, walking at the very back, appeared with a bewildered expression.
"You wanted to see me about something?" Kant asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Yes, it's you."
Franco waved to Kant, and after Kant came over, he led him to Raiola and Allen.
"Gentlemen, I've brought the person. You can talk amongst yourselves." After saying that, Franco left without a second thought.
Raiola and Allen looked the somewhat awkward and shy black boy up and down before extending their hands.
“Hello, Ngolo, I am Mino Raiola.”
"Hello, I'm Allen."
Kanté shook hands with Raiola first: "I know you, sir, you're the agent, right?"
Raiola smiled and nodded.
Then Kant shook Allen's hand: "Mr. Allen, hello, are you Mr. Raiola's assistant?"
Kante's words amused both Allen and Raiola. After letting go, Allen introduced himself: "Ngolo, I'm not Mino's assistant. In fact, I'm the general manager of Leeds United."
"Huh?" Kant was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down. "Gentlemen, is there something you need from me?"
Kanter's reaction surprised Allen and Raiola.
It's worth noting that Franco, a worldly middle-class man, had a much more interesting expression on his face than Kanté when he learned the identities of the two men.
The thin, small young man in front of me was only surprised for a second before regaining his composure. His mental fortitude was truly remarkable.
There are seats along the training field.
He did not answer Kant's question immediately.
Allen simply pointed to the seats behind the three of them and said, "Let's sit down and talk, Ngoro. We have something to talk about, and it won't be over anytime soon."
"Okay." Kant nodded and walked straight to the seats on the sidelines without any hesitation.
Seeing him like this.
Allen and Raiola exchanged a glance.
It's not hard to see.
At this moment, in their eyes...
There was a hint of surprise in everything.
It seems Li Shiguang was right.
At least in terms of mental fortitude, this kid should be able to establish himself in a top league!
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