Chapter Four Hundred and Forty-Five Minute Interview
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon London time, we were chatting about the match between Chelsea and Manchester United. However, the more William watched, the more he wanted to curse. Although Chelsea did not concede a goal in the first thirty minutes, even a layman like William could see that the team
Suppressed by tactics,
I was unhappy at first, but Grosvenor, who was sitting next to me, said with a smile, "Look, this is why I don't play football. It's too difficult to find good coaches and good players. Plus these
Fans who are fanatical fans will be scolded if their team performs poorly."
Fortunately, although the first half was a bit embarrassing, he finally did not concede a goal. During the halftime break, William made up his mind and said to Anthony, "Help me invite Mourinho to my mother's private room."
"Okay, boss", Anthony walked out of the private room and ordered a few times to one of his men, and stood outside the door waiting for William.
After saying sorry to Grosvenor, William took Anthony into his mother's private room. About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the private room.
William stood up and stretched out his hand to Mourinho who walked into the private room and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Mourinho."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Devon Hill, thank you for inviting me to come to Stanford to watch the game." The two shook hands and said hello. William introduced each other to his mother, team manager Kenny and Mourinho, "The second half is about to begin.
OK, Jose, the remaining 45 minutes are your interview, no problem."
"Of course, it's my pleasure," Mourinho nodded. He is still a little-known little player, so his tone and expression don't sound like a madman.
Lina looked at William unhappily, blaming him for inviting Mourinho to Stanford without telling her in advance. However, with Kenny, a professional, explaining the first half, Lina understood that Ranieri was beaten by Ferguson in the first half.
She was completely suppressed tactically, which made her start to waver in her heart.
Thinking about the magic of her son William, Lina, who originally had no intention of changing coaches, had to carefully consider the possibility of changing coaches.
During the 45-minute explanation, Lina and Kenny couldn't help but look at Mourinho with admiration. This 37-year-old guy does have a good skill, and at least defensively, Kenny felt that Mourinho was more than one level better than Ranieri.
The game was over, losing 0-2. Kenny took the lead in nodding to Lina, and then took the initiative to reach out to Mourinho and said, "Let's get to know each other again, Mr. Mourinho, I am Kenny Jackson, the team operations manager.
, your explanation is wonderful."
Mourinho glanced at the smiling William, then at the sullen Lina, stretched out his hand to shake Kenny's hand and said calmly, "Thank you, it's not that I'm great, but that some people are too backward in their tactical thinking."
"Haha", William laughed loudly, knowing that Mourinho was belittling Ranieri. Lina took William to the side, glanced at Mourinho who was full of confidence and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?
?”
"Of course, Mom, when will my vision be wrong? If I give him two years, he might bring us a championship," William affirmed.
"Okay, God, I hope my decision today is right." Lina hesitated for a long time and said to Mourinho, "Congratulations, Mr. Mourinho, are you ready? I'll leave you some time."
It’s not much, and the fans won’t have much patience for you.”
"Thank you, of course I understand that, but I need to confirm first whether I will be the team's competitive manager after taking over the team, and how much transfer fee I can get during the winter transfer."
William said, "You are the head coach, and you have the final say in team competition and transfer. As for the transfer fee of 50 million to 100 million pounds, but the premise is that you must have results that will allow you to work until the winter transfer period. The results are too good."
Oops, I can only say sorry,
If you can qualify for the Champions League next year, you will receive another transfer fee of 100 million pounds during next summer transfer period."
"God", Kenny was so shocked by William's bold statement that he didn't use money as money that he almost lost his grip on the wine glass in his hand. Even Lina was shocked by the number William said. This was at least 150 million pounds. She had bought Chelsea before.
It’s almost the same price.
Not to mention Mourinho, who had never seen such a large sum of money before. It took a long time for Mourinho to excitedly say, "Just wait and pay, Mr. Devonshire. I guarantee you will not pay for it."
I regret today’s decision.”
"Very good, I like your confidence. Do you need the team to help you find a place to live?" After William finished speaking, he clapped his hands and said, "I forgot to tell you, your annual salary in the first year is 1 million pounds.
A league championship will add 1 million, the Champions League will add 2 million, and as for the FA Cup,"
William shook his head and said, "I'm not very interested in that thing. As long as it doesn't affect the team's performance, you can do whatever you want. If you win the championship, just add 200,000 pounds. Of course, your bonus will be calculated separately. Is there any problem?"
"Mr. Devonshire, you mean, if I win ten league championships, my annual salary will be 11 million pounds?" Mourinho asked stuttering.
"That's right".
"God, no problem, sir, I don't have any questions, thank you." Mourinho excitedly stretched out his hand to shake William's hand.
To appease the excited Mourinho, William turned to look at operations manager Kenny, "Do you have any questions? Kenny."
"No, boss, I will cooperate well with Mr. Mourinho." Kenny is a sensible person, and he will never go against Mourinho's decision made by William himself until the team's performance does not get worse.
He is also a veteran who has been in the football industry for more than 20 years. He knows very well that football has become more and more money-oriented in recent years. If you have money, you may not win the championship, but if you don’t have money, it is becoming increasingly impossible.
As long as Willian can invest heavily for several consecutive years, Chelsea will become a giant sooner or later. The only thing that worries him is that he hopes Mourinho will not interfere in the team's operations like Ferguson did.
But he was worried about this in vain, because William nodded with satisfaction after hearing what he said, and then said to Mourinho, "You have the final say in sports, and Kenny has the final say in operations. Is there any problem?"
"No, boss," Mourinho nodded to Kenny, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Jackson."
"Very good, then I won't disturb you two anymore," William said to his mother, "Mom, will you attend the press conference later?"
"I won't go." Lina shook her head and helped William tidy up his coat and tie. "I don't know what to say if I go. You are the protagonist today, my child."
"Then I'll take my leave first, gentlemen." When William was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and turned to Kenny and Mourinho and said, "quietly pass on Mourinho's explanation of the game in the second half of today."
"Understood, boss", Kenny nodded affirmatively, while Mourinho shrugged pretending not to care.
Still Lina couldn't stand it anymore, so she patted William on the shoulder and said, "Go quickly, don't let the guests wait too long."