"Didn't it mean that there is a signing fee for signing a contract? Forty thousand francs, is it too?" Mane asked weakly.

Marina looked at the timid boy and didn't know what to say.

"Take me to find your family, it requires your family's signature."

"Oh." Mane led the way forward, took two steps, suddenly stopped, and turned around and said, "Can you not tell my mother is forty thousand francs?"

"Why?"

"You just say it's thirty thousand francs, leave 10,000 for me."

Ha, you know how to hide your private money at such a young age?

"Why?"

"I want to leave ten thousand francs for my sister. This is the dowry I promised to save for her." Mane looked at the beautiful Western girl. Although she still looked timid, he finally looked up bravely for the first time, with a hint of desire in his eyes. He was pretending to be calm.

"Let's go!" said Marina.

Finally, under the witness of the village chief, Marina signed with Mane on behalf of Honor Sports Economics Company. His parents were illiterate and the village chief signed on their behalf. They pressed their fingerprints. Mane would write his own name and signed a wicked name. This was the first time this kid signed his signature in his life, very serious.

Marina paid Sadio Mane's parents a signing fee of 100,000 Senegal francs, and "secretly" gave Mane 50,000 Senegal francs, who gave 30,000 Senegal francs of the signing fee to his eldest sister and 10,000 Senegal francs to his younger brother.

Before leaving the village, Mane learned from Marina that the agency would take care of his food and accommodation, and asked with some uncertainty, "Can you eat enough?"

After receiving a positive answer, Sadio Mane gritted his teeth and made a decision, leaving the remaining 10,000 Senegal francs to his sister.

In this way, Fang Jue's agency spent less than 2,000 yuan to sign the black boy named Sadio Mane, which is also the only player under his economic company.

...

Fang Jue was relieved when he received a system prompt that his agency had successfully signed the Senegalese young player named Sadio Mane, and finally got it done. This was a little guy who was recognized by the system as having the potential of a superstar.

June 15, 2007, Madrid, Spain.

The whole team of Ibiza left the hotel where he stayed and took a bus to the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium...

Outside the Bernabeu Stadium, a large number of fans have gathered. In the white Real Madrid fans, there is a touch of blue. This is the Ibiza fan group led by Queros and Bermandi.

Soon, a blue bus arrived slowly, and the fans of Ibiza were excited and cheers came one after another.

"Island Castle!"

"Island Castle!"

"Go ahead, island castle!"

The number of people was more of the fans of the home team Real Madrid. Some of them booed, and some of them raised their middle fingers at Ibiza's bus. In the first round of the two sides, many Real Madrid fans watched it. After the game, many Real Madrid fans said that they were almost disgusted. Although Fang Jue had no disrespect to Real Madrid, his "ugly" football made Real Madrid fans very disgusted. This is a guy who was out of control!

"Ph!" Queros spat on the ground.

...

The bus in Ibiza is like a blue boat in a white ocean, with a 'safe and no danger' passing through the wave and entering the underground parking lot of the Bernabeu Stadium.

Some of the players were excited, some were nervous, some were talking to themselves, some were sighing, and some were silent.

The car door opened, Fang Jue and his assistant got out of the car first, and then he clapped his hands, "Guys, we're here, get out of the car soon."

Then, he was almost blinded.

After a burst of slap, the reporters gathered around.

"Mr. Fang Jue, in today's game, will you continue the tactics of the previous game?"

"Mr. Fang Jue, everyone says that your team plays ugly and is not worthy of promotion. What do you think?"

"Coach Fang, Mr. Lopetegui said he firmly believes his team will advance today. Do you have anything to say?"

Fang Jue's face was expressionless, his hands were spread out, like a hen escorting a chicken, and the players who were guarding him crossed the "line of fire".

Before entering the corridor leading to the locker room, he turned his head and looked at the reporters, "He said he wanted to advance? Has my consent?"

The stunned reporters watched the handsome young coach disappear into the corridor without looking back, and then there was an uproar.

"What did that guy say?"

"How dare he do this..."

"This is the Bernabeu!"

"I get it!" a Madrid reporter shouted, "This guy has used the same trick again. No need to ask. Ibiza will definitely play conservatively in this game, or even more conservative."

"Are you waiting for a penalty kick?" A reporter from Ass newspaper sneered, "They can't wait for a penalty kick."

...

The Ibiza players, who were originally a little nervous and even a little scared, heard the words of their coach behind them, and their inexplicable tension and timidity were relieved, and everyone felt as if they suddenly had confidence in their hearts.

"The coach is right. Real Madrid is going to advance. I asked us if it is not!" Clement yelled.

"That's right!"

"But, this is the Bernabeu..."

Someone said weakly that this is Little Fareco.

The noisy sound suddenly became quiet.

"Okay, guys, go quickly." Fang Jue's voice came from behind, "I can't wait to capture the Bernabeu!"

The tense atmosphere, because of this sentence, disappeared immediately, just like the scorching sun shining through the clouds and mist, melting the winter ice.

...

"Goalkeeper, Simon Wright!"

"Defense line, Rosales, Lorente, Mesotto, Milner."

"Midfielder: Digneto, Fabianski, Clement."

"Forward, Bedino, Fareco, Deisler!"

Fang Jue slowly read out today's roster. Yes, in today's game, he arranged Deisler on the front line, and Ibiza would take the lead in the Bernabeu and set off an offensive storm.

Meanwhile, in the home locker room of the Bernabeu, Real Madrid Castia coach Lopetegui is also giving a pre-war speech.

"Boys." Lopetegui cleared his throat. "I know, we played very hard in the last game, and now, back to our own territory."

"It is predictable that our opponents will still play very conservatively today. Facing such shameless opponents, all we can do is to destroy them with goals."

Lopetegui said a lot, and to sum it up, it is just a sentence: use offense to destroy the will of the conservative and shameless Ibiza people!

After Lopetegui finished speaking, he walked into the locker room alone, which attracted the cheers of the geniuses of Real Madrid Castia.

This is the banner of Real Madrid, the idol of these young players, the prince of Real Madrid, Raul Gonzalez.

Raul did not make a long speech. He said a few words to encourage the players. Finally, the Real Madrid flag star smiled and said, "Today, I am just an ordinary fan. I will watch you score goals in the stands and watch you win!"

"Little guys, remember, this is the Bernabeu!"

On the other side, in the visiting team's locker room.

"Remember, this is the Bernabeu!" Ibiza head coach Fang Jue raised his right arm, "Capture this place, conquer this place, watch the loser at the Bernabeu cry, this will be your most proud memory!"

"The road to the Spanish Football League Two will set sail from the Bernabeu!"

The players looked at their young coach with their eyes shining.
Chapter completed!