Chiwo has been having a headache recently!
As he watched one main player after another leave Inter, and those who hadn’t left had announcents of their transfer being just a matter of ti, Chiwo felt really uncomfortable.
He imdiately cut short his vacation and flew back to Milan from his holand Romania, driving to the club’s office building.
"Hmm, what brings you here?"
Ossilio looked at Chiwo with surprise.
The sports director was busy handling transfer matters, holding a phone in his left hand, clicking a mouse with his right, his cheek tilted with a phone wedged on his shoulder.
Four mobile phones were constantly chirping with ssages, a desk phone rang non-stop, and inquiry emails were flying to the computer screen like snowflakes.
Chiwo got straight to the point, "Mr. Ossilio, we’ve sold so many players, if we don’t bring in new players, we might not qualify for the Champions League next season." He spoke very tactfully.
Ossilio sized up Chiwo, pondering for a mont, then replied:
"Mr. Toshihiko instructed : sell players first, then buy players."
"We’ve sold so many; we can buy new ones now!" Chiwo was stunned.
"Don’t rush, we’re not done selling yet. Once it’s done, I’ll imdiately start bringing in new ones, don’t worry." Ossilio smiled calmly, very confident.
Chiwo froze, drawing a sharp breath.
Not done selling?
The entire central axis has been emptied out!
Forwards, attacking midfielders, defensive midfielders, center-backs, and goalkeepers all have to leave, are you planning to dismantle the whole Inter team?
A single Icardi isn’t enough for you? As the sports director, aren’t you being too greedy!
Chiwo’s anger surged, he slamd his fist onto Ossilio’s desk with a "thud."
The sudden smash scared Ossilio, causing a trophy on the desk to topple over.
This was Ossilio’s coveted honor for being the best sports director for the 2014-2015 season, awarded by the Serie A Alliance.
Ossilio frowned as he picked up the crystal trophy he valued highly.
Little did he know, the Serie A Alliance might be stingy, as the trophy wasn’t of good quality. With Chiwo’s shake, the trophy and base separated into two halves.
"What do you want from ?" Ossilio asked, trying to suppress his anger.
"I want to talk to Chairman Toshihiko on the phone!" Chiwo said coldly, wanting to ask what plans the chairman had in mind.
"Go ahead and call! It’s your hand, I can’t control you."
Ossilio gently pushed the desk with one hand, sliding back in his office chair by a ter, crossed his legs, and distanced himself from Chiwo.
"Give the number." Chiwo’s tone remained icy.
"Why should I tell you, what a joke," Ossilio snorted, no longer polite with Chiwo, "Christian, as soone with many years in football managent, let tell you, you need to know your place!"
"You’re just a small first-team coach, not part of Inter Milan’s managent hierarchy. The club’s operations—especially player transfers—are not your concern."
"As for our Chairman Mr. Toshihiko, he’s very busy, with billion-dollar deals to discuss in the United States daily. He has no ti to bother with you."
Ossilio felt his authority in the club was being challenged.
He tried using a cold tone to make this ordinary first-team coach Chiwo give up.
But to his surprise, his words completely infuriated Chiwo.
Chiwo’s face flushed, and he leapt onto Ossilio’s desk, crossing his legs while sitting on it, bending over, leaning forward, lifting his hair to reveal a terrifying pink scar, confronting Ossilio’s eyes.
"See this scar on the top of my head?"
"I nearly cracked my skull for Inter on the pitch, almost losing my life!"
"It was Mr. Moratti who got the best surgeon from the United States for , not only saving my life but also allowing to return to the field, standing on the Champions League final stage!"
"Mr. Moratti said I’m soone who bled for this club, and I can approach him first for anything!"
"Who is Toshihiko to say he has no ti for !"
Ossilio stood up from his chair, taking a step back.
He took a few deep breaths, glaring at Chiwo.
"Christian, while I respect your legacy at Inter, tis have changed, and Mr. Moratti isn’t the chairman anymore. You need to understand that!"
Seeing the murderous look on Chiwo’s face, an idea struck Ossilio, and he pulled out a docunt from a drawer, throwing it onto Chiwo.
"See for yourself!"
Chiwo picked it up and was imdiately dumbfounded.
It was a responsibility audit report from Inter’s audit departnt for U19 coach Leno.
Written in bold on the cover—[Unqualified Opinion].
As Chiwo flipped through the report, he beca increasingly puzzled.
The audit on U19 coach Leno by Inter’s audit departnt had concluded.
According to them, Leno had no issues.
He was a clean youth team coach who didn’t accept bribes from parents during youth player selections.
"This is complete nonsense!"
Chiwo tore into pieces the audit report stamped with Inter Club’s official seal and Chairman Toshihiko’s electronic signature!
Chiwo, forrly an assistant coach for U19, knew very well the kind of tricks Leno had been pulling over the years.
Many talented players missed the chance to join the Inter Youth Team due to family reasons and not bribing Leno.
Chiwo once lanted that, because of Leno, Inter may have missed out on nurous talented players over the years!
He often clashed with Leno over this matter, coupled with conflicts in their on-field directives, the tension between the U19 head coach and assistant coach was almost open.
Chiwo took advantage of Leno’s absence while he was learning at UEFA, and unilaterally offered Tang Long a youth team contract, which beca the final straw that broke their relationship.
It’s not that Chiwo hasn’t reported upwards before; standing firm as a notable figure of Inter, he feared no one.
However, because Leno was a friend of Mr. Moratti’s, the club chose to turn a blind eye.
Chiwo initially thought the club didn’t dare touch Leno too easily because of Mr. Moratti.
However, during the sprint phase of the just-concluded season, Inter suddenly started a responsibility audit of Leno, not following the usual procedures. This briefly invigorated Chiwo, as his continuous reporting seed to have had an effect, and he witnessed the refreshing winds of reform by the managent led by Toshihiko!
But it turned out that this responsibility audit was rely a formality.
Chiwo understood that the responsibility audit was not under the jurisdiction of Sports Director Ossilio.
But why was the report found in his drawer?
Chiwo couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh; it seed this audit report might not even have been presented to the boss Toshihiko before it was intercepted midway by Sports Director Ossilio!
Needless to say, there’s definitely sothing fishy, and the big culprit is Ossilio.
"Leave, you’re not welco here, don’t co again!" Ossilio issued an eviction order.
Chiwo left the office dejected.
Defeated in his confrontation with Leno, he felt a deep sense of crisis.
...
Chiwo is a bona fide Inter person.
At this club, not only did he win all the club honors in his career, but he also almost beca disabled due to a skull fracture; he had given his all for Inter without reservation.
In the heart of the Romanian, this Serie A giant is like his second ho!
But now, Inter no longer carries the deanor of a giant club?
After winning the championship, instead of driving and putting more fuel to the fire, showcasing greater ambition;
They are cashing in their main players, what’s the aning of this?
In the next season, how are we supposed to play?
This damn Ossilio completely ignores the interests of this club, treating this century-old club as a tool for his own enrichnt!
For the Indonesian businessman Toshihiko, isn’t it the sa?
The more Chiwo thought about it, the colder his heart felt.
In July Milan, the sun was shining brightly.
But inside the car, Chiwo shivered!
"What’s in the mind of this Indonesian Toshihiko, is he crazy, simply incomprehensible, I should go to Mr. Moratti and ask him to return to oversee justice!"
But this thought only flashed by.
If the Moratti family had the financial capability, they would never have abandoned Inter.
Since they’ve left, they can’t co back.
Chiwo’s head was getting more painful.
Especially at the site of the skull surgery done five years ago, the searing pain surged in like a tide, it made him grimace on the street, vision blackened, forcing him to brake and stop by the roadside to take a breather.
He didn’t even dare think about Tang Long leaving, fearing that if he thought too much, he might faint!
Compared to other players, Tang Long held a higher regard in Chiwo’s heart.
Tang Long was a young player he personally recomnded to the first team.
Later, Chiwo also joined the first team, imparting his rich career experience to him without reservation.
Tang Long was physically weaker, so Chiwo formulated a specialized physical enhancent plan for him;
Tang Long wanted more practice, Chiwo would practice with him until everyone else had left;
Tang Long wanted detailed positioning information of Icardi, Chiwo even utilized his own networks to obtain match footage of a young Icardi from his coach friend at La Masia.
Overall, whatever Tang Long wanted to do, Chiwo tried his best, within his capabilities, to satisfy him.
Chiwo did this simply out of valuing talent, wanting to polish this jade to let him secure his place as a regular in Inter, helping this century-old giant fight for more honors.
Seeing Tang Long grow day by day, establishing himself in the team, not only as a core player winning championships with the team but also being selected in the official Serie A best team of the season, Chiwo felt sweet, filled with a sense of accomplishnt in his career.
But now, let alone keeping Tang Long at Inter.
This ti, having completely offended Ossilio, Chiwo himself was a mud Buddha crossing a river, unable to protect himself!
He drove aimlessly around Milan city center at two in the afternoon.
Without realizing it, he ended up in front of Tang Long’s ho.
This apartnt was recomnded to Tang Long by Chiwo.
Feeling restless, Chiwo parked the car, went upstairs, planning to have a cup of coffee at Tang Long’s house.
As he rang the doorbell, Chiwo opened the door to see Ronaldo sitting in the living room.
"Oh? Tang’s ntor has arrived," Ronaldo said with a cheerful smile as he walked over, "Co on, let’s discuss together, should your good disciple go to Chelsea or Manchester City?"
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