Volume 1 Portuguese Gamers Chapter 70 Humiliated Again
Just as the two were in a stalemate, a young man's voice came from the room.
"Okay father, let me handle it myself."
Hearing this voice, Simon King knew that the real owner was coming, so he quickly said: "David Sulla, give me half an hour."
Before he finished speaking, a young man with short hair and small eyes walked out slowly.
"I am the person you want to see, just tell me."
David Sula's tone was just like his father's, both stiff and impatient, and the eyes he looked at Simon King seemed to be filled with disdain and indifference.
"David Sura, although I don't know whether you will play in the Super League or the First Division next season, we really need you." Simon King got straight to the point.
"My agent has told me your purpose of coming. But I think he must have also informed you that I have no interest in joining Vexena."
"Why? Is it because of me?"
"Yes. It's because of you. We, the Sula family, will never play football for outsiders."
"But do I have to be an outsider?"
Simon King looked at David, then at his father, and said, "Give me a moment and let me explain my tactics."
"No need!"
David's father yelled: "Stop your deceptive tricks. How did you maintain your relegation? Do you think we don't know?"
"Staying in relegation? Of course I relied on tactics to win three games in a row to stay in relegation. What's the problem with this?"
"What's the problem? You are really shameless."
Faced with this sudden humiliation, Simon King was completely confused.
He asked in confusion: "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
David Sura took over and said: "Okay Simon King, the fact that you bribed Armando to deliberately lose the game has been reported to the Football Association, so why are you pretending!"
Simon Jin was even more confused when he heard this, but he was also surprised in his heart.
"What? When did we bribe Armando? What else was reported to the Football Association? Why didn't I know?"
David's father took over the conversation and said: "Why do you, a layman, know? To tell you the truth, three generations of my family have played football, and we have many connections in the Football Association."
"This is malicious slander!"
Simon King wanted to argue, but David Sulla interrupted him.
"You'd better leave, I won't join Vishena."
"Is it because of the so-called report?"
Simon Jin said anxiously: "That is false, there is no such thing!"
"Whether there is or not, even if the Football Association can't find any evidence, even if it's like what you said, it's all malicious slander against you, but no matter what, I just don't want to play football for you."
"Why?" Simon King really couldn't understand.
"First, Versela is a small team. I think you will still be relegated next season. Second, my home team has promised me a starting position and a good salary. Third, I hate you.
My father, a senior coach, is still at home, and you, a gamer, how can you be the head coach?"
Hearing this, Simon King completely understood.
Although he appreciates the other party's honesty, he cannot accept the other party's judgment.
Then he said: "David Sulla, although our Vesena is a weak team, there are countless examples of the weak defeating the strong. You should think about our three games. With the strength of Guimarães and Aroka
, you lost to us, why don’t you give us a chance?”
"Opportunity? Why should I give you a chance? Do you think you are playing a game?"
In the face of aggressiveness, Simon King still did not get angry and continued: "As for the main position, we can also give it to you, and we can even offer you a higher salary than your home team."
"Okay, Simon King, why are you so thick-skinned?" David Sura became impatient.
David's father also laughed and said: "Look at you, ah... look at you Simon King! As a head coach, how do you look like a head coach? I have never seen anyone come to a player's house to beg for help.
Coach who joined us, you really bring shame on our coaching industry!"
Simon King's eyes dimmed, and he slowly let go of the hand holding the door, and said seriously: "I am indeed here to ask players to join, but I don't think that a qualified coach can't give up for the sake of the team.
My own face!"
Hearing his decisive and serious words, David and his son had a doubt in their minds at the same time.
"Yeah, doesn't a good coach have to give everything for the team?"
"Could it be that this Simon Jin... is not as shameless as we thought?"
Although the two of them were already aware of it, the deep-rooted old ideas soon came back to their minds again.
David's father was silent for a moment and said: "The coach should give everything for the team, but you don't deserve it!"
"I don't deserve it?"
"Yes, you don't deserve it." David Sula also echoed his father.
Simon King could no longer suppress his anger. He straightened his back and spoke every word.
"You heard me clearly!"
"In the Portuguese Super League next season, I will defeat the Pakush team, and the left wing you are on will become a nightmare that will never go away for you in this life!"
Having said that, Simon King strode away amidst the laughter of the father and son.
And the anger in his heart was like a burning bloody blade, bit by bit, cutting open the humility he had clung to in the past.
"First it's technical director Costa, then Belem's coach Carvalho, then Sols who we met yesterday, and now we have to add today's David and his son..."
"Why! Why do you think you are professionals? Why do you think you can represent real football!?"
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"
"From now on, I'm going to swollen your faces! I'm going to let you know what it means to sit in a well and look at the sky!"
From this moment on, Simon King, who was once polite and never held a grudge, will become the devil of the entire Portuguese football world.
He will lead his group of players who are despised by the world, and use his own vertical dense short passes to knock down all opponents in front of him.
He decided to use the most vicious words to humiliate them and torture them!
"I, Simon King, will let you know what real humiliation is!"
After reboarding the car, Simon King returned directly to Vizela and had dinner with Babara at "Forget Me Not".
Seeing that he looked bad, Babala was certainly very concerned.
But Simon King refused to say anything, so the beauty could only choose to accompany him silently.
Before leaving, Simon Jin looked into Babala's eyes and said, "Babala, help me arrange a press conference."
"Press conference? Do you want to announce the joining of two players?"
"No!"
Simon King shook his head and said decisively: "I intend to declare war on the entire Portuguese Super League!"
"Declaration of war? What do you mean?"
"I want to declare war on those who look down on me, those who think they are insiders! I want them to know that expertise does not lie in birth, but in what he does!"