"He used to be a translator, chattering around Van Gaal, where did he get the confidence to win against Barcelona!" Lucero was going mad.

"But he led the team to the Champions League title...... Messi said weakly.

"That's Deco's work!" Lucero's eyes widened like a copper bell, "Deco can lead the Portuguese team to the final of the European Cup, and his strength is only worse than Xiao Luo!" ”

"......" Messi didn't dare to speak, only dared to nod.

In fact, he was just curious, and asked his more senior friend about Mourinho as a person.

After all, he was an assistant coach at Barcelona for a while, and was the right-hand man of Robson and Louis van Gaal.

At that time, Mourinho was in Barcelona and could be called a star-like figure.

Seeing Messi nodding and "agreeing" with himself, Lucero's face looked a little better.

"Remember! He doesn't have any skills, he can't lead the team to eliminate Barcelona! ”

"Remembered, remembered." Messi nodded repeatedly.

It wasn't until Lucero left that Messi breathed a sigh of relief.

Seriously, Lucero's momentum was too fierce just now, and he was a little scared......

"Don't put Mourinho in front of him lately." Xavi patted Messi on the shoulder.

"What's wrong with him?" Messi asked weakly.

"Actually, Mourinho is his idol." Harvey said casually.

"Clams?" Messi had an unacceptable expression.

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"Hello Boss!" Lucero greeted loudly, and when he saw a lot of information in the other party's hand, he immediately laughed, "Are you going to the head coach again?" ”

"Hey, next game is against Real Madrid, we need to be more tactical." Mourinho responded with a smile.

At this time, Lucero was only a member of the youth team, not even a star of the youth team.

Mourinho, on the other hand, followed Robson to Barcelona and remained at Barcelona after Louis van Gaal took over.

Van Gaal didn't think much of him at first, but slowly began to appreciate him.

The most common scene between the two is that Mourinho is holding a lot of information and going to Van Gaal to discuss tactics.

Although Van Gaal admires him, sometimes he is really annoyed by him, and sometimes the two quarrel, and Van Gaal always can't convince each other.

Sometimes the blood is on the head, and the face is red.

At this time, he hung a long beard, put on a green parrot robe, and held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, he was a living Emperor Guan!

Many people in Barcelona believe that Mourinho will become a world-class coach in the future and lead Barcelona to stand on top of the world!

At least, Lucero is convinced of this!

"Boss, I don't think I've improved much lately, how can I get into the first team?" Lucero was a little confused.

"First of all, be confident!" Mourinho said angrily, "Believe in yourself, you can get into the first team, don't waste time on confusion, your efforts will be more effective!" ”

"However, my family always wanted me to leave Barcelona and play in other leagues, and I couldn't get a ......contract at Barcelona," Lucero said.

In Spain, young players are not allowed to get a professional contract until they are 18 years old.

Cesc Fabregas left Barcelona for a little bit of a reason.

"Do you love football?" Mourinho asked.

"Love!" Lucero replied without hesitation.

"I love it too! But I retired at the age of 24 and couldn't play amateur games. Mourinho said, not with a hint of sadness, but with pride.

Lucero listened intently, and Mourinho's words, he always listened carefully.

"I couldn't play football anymore, I thought about giving up, and after a week of isolation from football, I realized that I couldn't live without football anymore." Mourinho said affectionately.

"Later, at the request of my parents, I was admitted to the University of Technology of Lisbon, and on the first day of class I couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand the days without football, so I dropped out." Mourinho said with a smile.

Lucero had a serious expression, and he knew that it would take a lot of determination to make such a decision.

"My dream is football, and it will only be football, and even if I can't play football anymore, I will love football in other ways." Mourinho said seriously.

"Actually, I envy you, I envy you for playing in a team like Barcelona, you are talented, at least much better than me." Mourinho made a joke.

"But now......"

"Believe in yourself!" Mourinho patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't think about the professional team, don't think about the youth contract, leave yourself a way out, it's not giving your all."

Mourinho stared into his eyes.

"Tell me again, do you love football?"

"Love!" Lucero's voice was heartbreaking.

"Trust me, you can stay here." Mourinho patted him on the shoulder.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Yes!" Lucero couldn't control himself and wept bitterly.

"If you can persevere, I promise, when I become the head coach of Barcelona in the future, I will definitely let you stay!"

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Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Lucero returned to the locker room and solemnly opened his package.

Inside was a red and blue jersey with the number 7 and his name printed on it.

From among the folded jerseys, Lucero pulled out a photo.

It was a group photo, of him and Jose Mourinho.

Obviously said it, why is it now Barcelona's enemy?

Lucero was sad at first, then angry, pulling the photo with both hands, seeing that it would be split in two in the next second!

In the end, Lucero hesitated.

His hand was slowly lowered, and he didn't move for a long time.

Five minutes later, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, he huddled in the corner and cried.

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"His level must be there, he was excellent when he was an assistant coach, and he can be regarded as a star here." Puyol said.

He looked calm and became an enemy of Mourinho and didn't seem to have much of an impact on him.

"He's always been that kind of guy, confident to the point of hubris, sometimes ......," Harvey paused.

Sometimes he acts too arrogantly, which makes people feel that this person is not so confident.

However, this is all speculation, and it may not be in line with the facts, and Harvey did not say it.

He doesn't like to talk about people behind his back.

Deco didn't speak, Jose Mourinho was his mentor, the man who took him to the top of Europe, and in fact, he also considered following his mentor to Chelsea.

Still, Porto sold him to Barcelona.

Transferred to an art giant and partnered with Xiao Luo, Deco has no reason to be dissatisfied.

"In short, don't be careless, and don't care." Puyol summed it up lightly, "Whoever wins and who loses, you don't know until you kick." ”

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It's back! Finally back here!

Two days before the game, Jose Mourinho led his team to Catalonia.

Thinking back to the exquisite football concept here, recalling the good times spent here, and recalling the cynicism of some people, Mourinho is full of pride!

"I'll conquer here!" Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future