On February 26th, the night was getting darker, and the Italian winter wind blew from the window into an office with lights. Only at this time can we avoid those reporters with a keen sense of smell and do what we want to do quietly. Mancini packed up his personal belongings, put them into a cardboard box, a notebook full of tactical notes, and a desk calendar marked with various match days. Photos of Inter Milan winning the Serie A championship in 2007...

Mancini's hand trembled a little as the moment he touched the photo, gently rubbing the dust on it. This was his first league champion in his coaching career.

On the sofa in Mancini's office, his old friend, assistant coach Mihailovic, was smoking a cigarette hard. As an assistant coach, he also received the same call when Mancini was dismissed.

"Mancho, what are your plans next?"

"Stay for a while, and then talk about it..."

Miha snatched the cigarette butt in his hand and walked over to close the window, but the resentment in his heart completely calmed down.

"The old man is crazy and seeks medical treatment in an emergency. Can a Chinese change the current situation?" The old man in Miha's mouth is obviously their former boss, Morati.

"It's useless to say that these are. The boss has given us enough time, and now his patience has been exhausted."

"You are still talking to this crazy old man? We are helping him clean up a mess. This mess is rotten than any time. Now it's almost done, but we have to pick peaches. Maybe next season, those elderly people whose contracts expire and those who do not meet the standards will leave. The next time is a good time to show off in the Champions League."

"That's right, it's because of this that someone needs to take the next shot." Mancini had an epiphany when she received the call from Moratti. This feeling surrounded him on the first day from the Chinese to Italy. It was not until the moment the phone rang that he knew what it meant.

Since coming to Inter Milan in 2004, Mancini is also grateful to Morati for giving him such an opportunity. Until now, there is no way to say who is right or wrong. This is the fate of a professional coach - results are everything. The sweet time between him and Morati has been exhausted with one loss after another.

I hope that Chinese will have good luck.

Mancini patted the dust on his hands. After today, the owner of the office was no longer him. He picked up the packed box and looked around. Mancini nodded at Miha. The two walked out of the office and found a man waiting in the corridor.

Under the light of the incandescent lamp, the black-haired and yellow-skinned man was looking through a book. When he heard the door open, he raised his head and looked at the door.

"Mr. Mancini, do you have time? I want to talk to you." Isn't this the Chinese who is about to replace him?

Mancini and Miha looked cold. This bastard Chinese are waiting here for jokes.

"What's there to talk to you?" Miha had the same bad temper on and off the court. If she wasn't wearing a suit, it would be impossible to kick Mr. Yang up and kick him.

Mr. Yang waved his hand, then scratched his head helplessly, and said, "I'm sorry, the time and place may be a bit inappropriate, but I really want to have a good chat with Mr. Mancini. I think you still have feelings for this team. I believe you don't want to ruin the team that has been built in five years."

Miha bared at Master Yang and turned his head to look at Mancini. The angry expression on the Italian face turned into a compromise thought.

Mancini said: "Sinisa, help me put the things in the car and I'll be there in a while."

Mihailovic held Mancini's box and walked back three times, leaving only two people in the corridor.

"Do you smoke?" Master Yang asked.

"Not to draw." Mancini felt that this way of opening was really old-fashioned.

Master Yang patted his pockets and said happily: "I just happened to be slapping, so it's easy for us to find common ground."

"This joke is not funny. Let's talk about the topic." Mancini still smiled and owed her.

Mr. Yang nodded: "I found you today, mainly because I want to talk about the team. You know the characteristics, temperament and character of these players. I want to know more before the next game, and you are the only one who can tell me about this in the club."

"Do you think I will tell you?" Mancini frowned.

"If you don't want to say it, you won't stay." Master Yang's smirk really made people want to slap twice.

Mancini resisted this idea, but couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Do your parents know that you are so shameless?"

Master Yang looked sincere: "I believe you are a broad-minded person, and there is another reason--your son is in my hands."

I'll go! Mancini almost squirted blood on Master Yang's face. Although he knew that this sentence was just a joke, this Chinese is really a top-notch.

He never expected the Chinese to find him at this time and place. He never expected the Chinese to find him to discuss work. He never expected that there was another reason so irresistible - his son is in the hands of others. His son is in the hands of others. Son. Son...

Mancini's eldest son Philip Mancini is indeed in the hands of Mr. Yang. When Mr. Yang became the head coach of Inter Milan's U19, Mancini used his authority to transfer his son to the first team to prevent his son from being bullied by the "narrow-minded Chinese". But in the end, he still couldn't escape, and the Chinese controlled the team. What would happen to his son next? He didn't know in his heart.

Master Yang put away the smile on his face and said seriously: "I also have a certain understanding of Little Philip. To be honest, this child's talent for playing football is much worse than that of yours."

Mancini frowned. What Mr. Yang said was correct, but it didn't sound comfortable. His eldest son liked football very much. He dreamed of becoming a shooter like his father since he was a child. However, perhaps because he was protected too much by himself, Philip's performance on the court was always unsatisfactory. The more he did this, the more he felt that he owed his son, and the more he felt that he was owed, the more he was owed. In Serie A game, Mancini specially sent his son to the bench to play without regard for others' criticism of "nepotism". However, how long can such help last?

Mr. Yang continued: "Maybe you are already thinking about where your child will play football next time. But what I want to say is, maybe as a father, you should think about what will make Philip play football happily? It's not that he plays football with peers or under the care of elders. He might have forgotten who his father is and plays his own football. This is a promise I can give you."

Playing football happily? Mancini hasn't thought of similar questions for a long time. As a father and husband, he feels that he is not dedicated. Most of the time, he is busy in tactical boards, training grounds, offices, and competition places, and rarely understands the ideas of the people around him.

Mihailovic came to the underground garage with Mancini's car in his car. A shy boy was standing next to Mancini's car.

"Phillip, why are you here?"

"Coach Yang, come to me and chat with me. Then he asked me to wait here. He went up and talked to my father for a few words."

Miha asked in confusion: "What do you have to talk about?"

Perhaps because his father was too strong, Philip's personality almost went to another extreme - shy and introverted. "We talked about things in the first team and the youth team, many trivial things. He said he respected his father very much and couldn't help but have many things on the football field. He asked me what kind of football I wanted to play? I asked me if I wanted to not rely on my father to play happily."

Miha was putting something into the car when she heard Philip's words and paused: "What else did he say?"

"He said he would not protect me like my father, but he would give me the same chance as anyone else. I think... he was right." Philip Mancini's eyes flashed with a light that had never been seen before. "I shouldn't play under my father's aura. I want to be Philip Mancini, not coach Mancini's son."

Miha laughed. This nephew was quite cowardly before. Sometimes he was angry at his misfortune and mourned him for not fighting. Unexpectedly, there was still this side? The Chinese fooled the child in a few words.

However, Miha suddenly remembered a question. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. The time pointed to 8:20.

"When did the Chinese find you?"

"About 5 o'clock, we had supper together and came over."

“When did you get here?”

"At 8 o'clock. What's wrong? Uncle Miha?"

Miha smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing? You've forgotten the time with your father." Miha felt suspicious. How did this Chinese know that he and Mancini came to the club?

Ten minutes later, Mancini came to the parking lot, and his son's appearance did not surprise him too much. It was just that Mancini's eyes were less strict and more kind.

Miha: "You guys finished talking so soon?"

"It's almost the same, there's nothing to talk about. The Chinese are very smart, and he doesn't know less than me now."

"Then why did he come to you?"

"He said he was willing to help Philip find the joy of playing football."

When Mancini's car drove out of Inter Milan training base in the dark, Master Yang opened the door of Mancini's office with the key in his hand.

The key was left by Mancini. Master Yang turned on the light, followed Mancini's guidance, and opened an unobtrusive drawer, and a notebook with a cowhide cover was lying quietly inside. If Mancini hadn't told Master Yang, I'm afraid he would only be able to discover it during the next major cleaning.

When I opened the notebook, the sound of the paper was crisp and pleasant, and the names of Inter Milan players flashed on the paper.

Coach Mancini I still read you right.
Chapter completed!