Les Old may never have thought that he would one day need to entertain the head coach of Atletico Madrid.

As a guard, Old Reis has been here for nearly eight years. He has sent away countless head coaches, but what he said to the coach is probably not more than ten sentences. Some head coaches, Old Reis, left Atletico Madrid before he could say hello. It is said that every club has a legendary story about the old guard similar to the Shaolin Sweeping Monk. This is only half right. The old guard is true, and the legend is just exaggerated.

Old Reis is not a fan of Atletico Madrid, or he is not a fan at all. Compared to football, he cares more about whether his grandson goes to school. If he finds that his grandson skips class to watch the game, he will definitely break his grandson's legs. Of course, if his grades are excellent, Old Reis doesn't mind leaving his old face and asking some big-name stars for his grandson to sign.

As the head coach, Lin Sen is an exception to Old Reis, but it is not because of football. The relationship between the two began in Lin Sen's team doctor era and was considered an old acquaintance.

"You are a head coach and a guard invites you to breakfast. Is it appropriate?" Old Reis complaining while preparing breakfast. Since he had just experienced a double match for a week, the team had two days off. I don't know what Lin Sen was nervous about, so he actually arrived at the training base early in the morning and was so silly that he wanted to rub his breakfast.

"Why is it not suitable?" Lin Sen, who is familiar with his personality, didn't care at all. "Is your legs and feet working?"

When people get old, they are prone to back pain and leg cramps. Old Reis is naturally no exception. Since Lin Sen came to Atletico Madrid, I don’t know how much crime Old Reis has suffered in this regard. So, when he saw Old Reis complaining, Lin Sen said directly.

"Oh. Don't you say that, my waist has started to be sore recently. Have you brought me some more plants? The things you brought last time were so effective." As soon as I said this, Old Reis suddenly became energetic.

"What kind of dry plant? That's called Chinese medicine. Didn't you let your son know?" Lin Sen asked casually after taking a bite of breakfast.

"No." Old Reis shook his head, "But although Chinese medicine is very useful, it is just too difficult to drink. If it weren't for it, I would have thought you were deliberately messing with me."

"You can't drink it either."

"You have other ways?"

"No."

Old Reis began to sigh again. Lin Sen ignored him and settled the breakfast at his own expense. He only took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Old Reis.

"This is for you."

"What?" Old Reis took it over and took a look, and only understood half of it, because half was in Chinese, and the half that could be understood wrote an address and a phone number.

"Then some plant dry recipe. You can buy it yourself in the future. I have explained it to the other side." Lin Sen wiped his mouth and said.

Old Reis's eyes lit up and he said, "You should have done this long ago."

Lin Sen smiled and did not answer. He did not give Lao Leis the prescription at the beginning, not because he was afraid that the prescription would be spread. This prescription is not a secret prescription in China, but mainly because he was afraid that Lao Leis would buy the wrong medicine himself. Chinese medicine may not be reliable in China, let alone abroad, and it is not impossible for him to sell dried radish as a profiteer. But now, Lin Sen doesn’t care about it.

"Let's go." As he said that, Lin Sen walked out of the room.

"Are you really leaving?" Old Reis asked behind. Lin Sen, who had no idea what to look back, did not answer, but just waved his hand.

"What a pity." Holding the paper left by Lin Sen and looking at Lin Sen's departure, Old Reis suddenly sighed.

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Lin Sen did not go directly to his office, but went around the training ground. Yesterday, Asus newspaper just took a photo of Little Hill meeting with Resino. That night, last night, Atletico announced on its official website that it signed a contract with Resino. The signing announcement only introduced Resino, without mentioning Lin Sen, even a word. Leaving is a foregone conclusion. Lin Sen is not a person who likes to be sad about spring and autumn. He just goes around the world like before, and gives himself more memories when he leaves.

The unmanned training ground is like a stage without actors. I always feel that something is missing. Lin Sen thought that now he might be able to unknowingly go around dozens of times and break his records. Unexpectedly, after only walking for less than one round, he felt bored. Just when Lin Sen was about to leave, he didn't expect another person to come to the training ground.

Mota.

"Mr. Coach." Obviously Mota didn't expect that he would meet Lin Sen, so he greeted Lin Sen from a distance.

"Are early." Lin Sen smiled and replied. It was an accident to meet Mota, but he was not surprised about why Mota appeared here. After just a few contacts, Lin Sen already knew that this was a player who cherished his career very much. The reason why Mota was able to be reborn in Nirvana was by no means lucky.

"Together?" Mota said, running to Lin Sen.

"Okay." Lin Sen nodded, and the two of them began to jog along the side of the training ground.

"What are the plans for Mr. Coach?" The two of them ran in silence for a few laps, and finally Mota spoke first.

"Continue to be my coach." Looking at Mota, whose breath was still stable after a few laps, Lin Sen, who couldn't breathe slightly and said, "Class A, B, D, Spain, England, Italy, Germany... nothing is impossible, nothing is impossible. What about you? Italy?"

Hearing Lin Sen's last words, Mota, who had been listening calmly, suddenly opened his eyes wide. Since the contract was about to expire, his agent Kanovi had been helping him contact the next club. However, although there were many willing clubs, few were sincere. Moreover, due to his injury history, almost all clubs were only willing to provide a short-term contract, and only one club provided him with a four-year contract. This club is from Italy **.

"How do you know?" Mota was surprised and even gave up on the title.

How do I know? I want to tell you, but I am afraid you won’t believe it.

Lin Sen smiled bitterly in his heart. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he was unable to protect himself, and there was no charm or conditions to let Mota follow him. He really wanted to keep Mota: a European championship-level midfielder core figure. Although he had been at the peak for a few years, it was mainly very effective... The glass attribute is simply a bug for Lin Sen to set up specifically for him.

"I saw the news." Lin Sen made a random sloppy look.

"What news is so accurate? Who are you lying to..." Mota didn't believe it at all when he heard Lin Sen's words, but he had known Lin Sen's title of "God of Gambling". Since Lin Sen didn't want to say it, he naturally didn't ask much. So he changed his question: "Mr. Coach, can I ask a question? Regarding the treatment you gave me."

"It's better not!" Mota didn't need to be detailed. Lin Sen also knew what Mota wanted to ask. After leaving Atletico Madrid, Mota was destined to be unable to continue receiving his treatment, but obviously, Mota, who knew that he had the benefits, did not want to end it just like that. Mota obviously wanted to change someone else to use Lin Sen's treatment method to continue receiving treatment.

"Why?" Mota turned his head and said in surprise.

"Because I can only use this method!" Lin Sen said in a affirmative tone, "If you don't believe it, you can naturally try it. Acupuncture is not a new therapy. Not only Chinese doctors can do it, but many Western doctors can do it now."

Lin Sen's tone of affirmation disappointed Mota a little, and he suddenly fell silent.

"Tiago. Actually, your injury has been fully recovered. My treatment only reduces your chances of relapse and cannot change anything. Stable exercise and correct play are the key. Italy is a good place for you. The league style there is very suitable for you. You should go." As if realizing Mota's disappointment, Lin Sen continued, not as comforting. He was just a fact. In his memory, in the next two seasons, Mota has indeed not experienced much injury troubles, and can basically play a relatively complete season.

"Thank you." Mota nodded and finally stopped asking.

"No need to thank you. If there is a chance, I hope we can work together." After that, Lin Sen said half-jokingly.

"I hope too." Mota also smiled.

After saying that, the two of them fell silent again, until Lin Sen was overwhelmed, and then they walked towards their office.

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There is a desk facing the door. There is not much miscellaneous on the table, only an old-fashioned big-butt computer, and an unknown green potted plant. On the left side of the room is a bookcase with various books related to football and Atletico Madrid. In the corner is an ordinary water dispenser. Of course, a swivel chair that is almost a symbol of status is absolutely essential, and in addition, there is no second chair in the room, which means that no matter how many people come, there is only one person to sit here.

This is the head coach's office.

So simple and so distinct.

Lin Sen vaguely remembered that when he first walked into this office, God knew where he came from at that time, and that confidence and spirit were so strong that he would never have to leave one day, at least in the eyes of many people, and that day came so quickly. Lin Sen touched the edge of the desk and walked to his former position.

Soon, this chair will usher in another new butt.
Chapter completed!