Chapter 5 Jose’s Ambition (《》)

"Tiago, you have to pay attention to how to read the game... When on the court, pay attention to your teammates' running at any time, and quickly get the ball after receiving the ball, and send it to the most suitable feet in the most suitable time. Don't forget that you are a midfielder. I know you used to play the left midfielder, but now I want you to play the midfielder in the middle. What you need to pay attention to is not just the movements on one side, but everything that happens in three aspects. Use your brain, do you understand? Playing with your brain will bring you a lot of happiness!"

Mota nodded. When he was in Brazil, his position was left midfielder. However, after coming to Mallorca, Jose kept asking him to be a midfielder. He didn't understand why Jose had such a request. However, after half a year, he had gradually adapted to a new role.

"You are not fast and not suitable to be a pure wing player. The combination of side and middle is the best path for you. Your physical condition is very good. If you don't work as a midfielder with both offense and defense, it would be a waste."

"In the midfield, occasionally forwarding, forwarding will inevitably bring threats. This way you are much more valuable than you who have been attacking in the frontcourt."

"Being a midfielder's brain may not be dazzling, but it is very important."

Jose kept saying things in Mota's ear, leaving a deep impression on him.

And Jose has never stopped teaching this aspect.

"You are a striker, but you are different from Diego's type. His physical fitness is much better than you, and he is also a typical goal-scoring machine striker... Don't be discouraged, you are not without advantages, your skills and agility must be above him, and you are more comprehensive than him. Even on the wing, you can contribute your own strength."

"Be a comprehensive striker, which will benefit you and the team."

"Not all forwards only need to exercise his shooting skills, train their passing and making ball skills, and you will benefit a lot."

While these words subtly influence the training effect of Mota and Luke, they also make them better and better in Mallorca II. Mallorca II plays in the Spanish Second Division. Of course, no matter how good they play, they will not be able to advance to the first division. If the first team of Mallorca is relegated from La Liga, they will also need to be relegated to the second division. However, in the past six months of the game, under the command of Jose, Mallorca II's performance was much better than last season. Although it failed to enter the upgrade area, it has been hovering in the middle, which is a huge difference compared to the situation where it has been deeply trapped in the relegation area last season.

It is this situation that is in sharp contrast with the performance of the first team that makes Alemane feel that it is time to let his son take over the first team. It is difficult to find a coach in the middle of the season, and Mallorca can't find any famous coach who is willing to take over. It's more appropriate to use a coach or an assistant coach in the second team. In addition, Jose's performance in the second team in the past six months forms a sharp contrast with the performance of the first team in La Liga, and no one can have any opinions on this decision.

"What? You just want to be a firefighter for half a year?" Jose surprised his father again.

"That's right, my father, I only think of it for half a year... My task is to lead the team to relegation. Next, I will return to the youth team and continue my coaching." Jose said with a smile.

"Why?" Alemani was a little confused about what his son was thinking. From a youth team coach or assistant coach to a first-team coach, this is basically what all coaches want to achieve. Whether it is fame or income, there will be an extremely obvious increase - Bi Sai. Now his salary as a coach is just about $100,000 a year. If he is a first-team coach, he will earn at least $500,000 a year, although Alemani knows that his son is not short of money.

"Father, can you talk to you privately? Is it okay to be a private conversation between father and son, not just a club owner and youth team coach, but just a private conversation between father and son?" Jose suddenly said.

Alemani was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Private conversations do not bring identity to work - a very pretending behavior, but can reduce a lot of trouble.

"Father, what kind of club do you think Mallorca is?" After sitting down, Jose asked such a question.

"The only professional club on Mallorca, the greatest pride on this small island." Alemani said without hesitation.

Jose laughed: "From the perspective of fans, of course this is true, but I want to analyze it from another perspective."

Alemani nodded: "You said."

"This is a club with no development potential." Jose said lightly: "Let's talk about the composition of the club first - the Asensio family, which owns 60% of the shares, Vicente Grande, which owns 30% of the shares, and the ten small shareholders with about one percent of the shares... Except for a few small shareholders, all the other shareholders are not Mallorca. For shareholders, Mallorca Club is a tool that allows them to get dividends every year. As long as Mallorca can guarantee profit every year, they don't care about anything else."

Alemani opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found nothing to refute Jose's words - Mallorca's management is indeed the case. Even in recent years, they have always made profits in the transfer market, and their annual profits have been used as dividends to the shareholders' pockets. What was Mallorca like at that time and what it is now.

"Don't forget, we all work for this management." Alemani sighed.

"That's why I just want to put out the fire." Jose shook his head: "It's no future to be a head coach in such a team. At least in Mallorca, I can't see the future and future. Maybe I can show my talent for a few years like Cooper and then go to a big club... But I don't want to show my coaching talent in clubs outside Mallorca."

"Son, I am very moved by your loyalty to Mallorca." Alemani shook his head: "But as a coach, I have to tell you that you need to consider your future as a coach."

"I don't want to be a homeless man in the football world, travel around and get honors everywhere... Although this is not bad, it doesn't fit my aesthetic." Jose smiled: "To do it, I would rather be a Guy Ru and become the representative head coach of a club - I am very vain."

"But now in Mallorca, you are unlikely to do it, because you can't have that much power." Alemani shook his head: "Gui Lu is Ausselle, and Ausselle is Gui Lu. He is the head coach of this team and the boss of this team - although he does not own the club, no Ausselle's management dares to be dissatisfied with his decision...Mallorca is not Ausselle. When Gui Lu became Ausselle's head coach, Ausselle was just an amateur team. It took him decades to bring this team to the top French league. You don't have this condition, son."

"I understand this, father." Jose nodded: "So, without conditions, I have to create this condition."

"Create conditions? How do you create?" Alemani was stunned for a moment.

"If I own a majority stake in the Mallorca Club and you are the chairman of the club, will this condition be created?" Jose smiled.

Alemani's mouth widened: "The vast majority of the shares of the Mallorca Club! Son, aren't you kidding? Do you know how much these shares are worth?"

"I have money." Looking at the excited father, Jose said calmly.

"Oh, I forgot that you are already a billionaire." Alemani then remembered how much property his son had, and then he sat down and began to think.

"Mallorca... is not worth 200 million. To be honest, 100 million is not worth it. In addition to players, the real wealth is the training base. Even the St. Moyes Stadium where it is located is still owned by the district council. If it weren't for the celebration of the University of Palma, we would have to play home games at Buenos Aires Stadium... If it were evaluated, the entire Mallorca Club would be worth up to 50 million US dollars." Alemani began to plan for his son: "But, although Mallorca Club is only worth so much, they will never change hands at this price. I know very well about this."

"It's not impossible." Jose shook his head: "Take the Asensio family as an example. The annual income brought to them by the Mallorca club is actually very small... at most one or two million US dollars in dividends, and even less, not to mention, I know that Juan is not interested in Mallorca. He prefers Malaga Club. Now that Mr. Asensio doesn't want to take over, Juan may not be willing to take over. It is not too difficult to get all the shares from him at a small price."

Alemani suddenly realized that the son of Asensio, Juan Asensio, basically grew up with Jose, which is the so-called childhood friend. Jose is indeed very familiar with Juan. He is not a Mallorca fan, but a Malaga fan. This is also related to the headquarters of the Asensio family in Malaga. Juan was born in Malaga, so he naturally prefers his hometown team.

"That's only 60%." Alemani frowned and said. He was already thinking about Whyse, after all, it was his son. At the same time, he began to consider whether Jose could take over the entire Mallorca club. If Old Asensio really didn't care, his son Juan would probably not mind using shares to exchange for part of cash. Mallorca club is not the whole of the Asensio family.

"Sixty percent, there is enough decision-making power." Jose smiled: "Father, Grande and other shareholders, what does the shares mean to them?"

"It means dividends." Alemani said without hesitation.

"Yes, then, what if there is no dividend?" Jose raised a question and quickly answered it: "Without dividends, at this time I proposed to buy their shares at a slightly higher market price. Will they agree? You know, even Grande has received the most dividends in recent years only one million US dollars, which can only be considered a drizzle compared to his company's income."

"But how could there be no bonus?" Alemani was really stunned, and then he began to nervous: "Son, you don't want to make fake accounts, right..."
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