Because these veterans saw the shadow of their younger selves in Lu Yang.
Heroes have always been young since ancient times!
Newborn calves, with ambitions high as the heavens!
Real Madrid, Barcelona, and Bayern Munich, Juventus, Milan, clash with England; ten years as one day, time ages us all!
Looking back, the boastful and arrogant cannot play early, while the steady and humble lament their youthful lack of passion and audacity!
Youths of talent should be wild and bold, leading with unmatched charm!
For the truly remarkable, look to the present!
In this world, only the young dare to speak wildly, declaring their desire to stand atop the world.
Behind these seemingly laughable statements is an immense need for courage and confidence.
The world grants everyone the right to dream, but only the young dare to dream the biggest.
Experience and perspective are both a treasure and a shackle.
Like someone such as Latu Yidi, in their lifetime, it is difficult to speak of changing the world, changing football, reaching the pinnacle of the world, or becoming a legendary superstar; they know it’s impossible, saying it would be laughable.
But for young people like Lu Yang, as long as they dare to say it, there will be someone who dares to believe, and that’s enough!
This locker room conflict ended with tears from the veterans on the spot.
Becher’s coveting and challenge to Lu Yang’s core position were made public.
Yet, no one on the team was worried.
Because, highlighted by Becher’s, everyone saw what a true leader should be.
Tremendous strength, willing to contribute, adept at sharing honor, yet always willing to shoulder the toughest responsibilities, with grand ambitions but never thinking they should dominate their teammates.
Working with such a person once, how could you not willingly follow, turning the Italian Football world upside down?
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"Subbed off early! Becher’s looked grim, is San Remo going to explode?"
"Is the strong support not adapting, or is San Remo being exclusionary? Let’s wait and see!"
"The front-line dual cores not connecting, is Lu Yang wary of Becher’s tactical core status?"
"Sotu’s dark face, lecturing Becher’s, is the atmosphere in San Remo not harmonious?"
"Behind the one-nil, is San Remo’s attack lacking strength!"
"Italian Third Division star resisted? Becher’s openly claimed someone in the team dislikes him!"
"Integration difficulties, Becher’s agent publicly expressed dissatisfaction!"
"Locker room conflict! Wailing sounds coming from San Remo’s locker room?"
One news story after another kept emerging.
The atmosphere within the San Remo team began to receive widespread attention.
Russell looked at these news articles, feeling somewhat troubled.
"Sometimes, four million isn’t necessarily better than three or four hundred thousand," Sotu said from the side.
He was referring to Becher’s and Belletti.
The latter has perfectly integrated into the team, while the former is bringing negative effects.
"Lu Yang must put aside his prejudices! Becher’s should enjoy core treatment!" Sports Director Scott seemed to have some evidence, convinced that the current situation was caused by Lu Yang.
"Why!" Sotu looked at Scott.
"Because he is a part of San Remo, he is a San Remo player, he should listen to the team’s words, even if it means sacrificing himself for the team." Scott seemed to be declaring sovereignty; the same words could also apply to Sotu as the head coach, "In the next match, Becher’s must gain more playing time!"
Sotu was furious: "Are you directing my work?"
Sotu knew that Becher’s agent had a special connection with this Scott. It might not be any underhand operations, but it involved factions and discourse within the team.
A small team shouldn’t have these issues; they are things that clubs like Real Madrid, Barça, and other giants should consider, such as the Dutch Gang, French Gang, Spanish Mainland Gang, and so on.
But the rapid rise of San Remo, backed by a strong tycoon chairman, meant it was normal for insightful insiders like Scott to place early bets.
In a certain sense, Scott was even very wise.
The target of his bet was excellent; San Remo is a miracle stock.
But his mistake was choosing the wrong opponents.
Neither Sotu nor Lu Yang is so easily suppressed.
Their understanding of San Remo is not something that Scott can replace with a detailed report.
If Becher’s gains power within the team, Scott, who can talk to him, can then take the opportunity to extend his influence into the team’s inner workings. And Becher’s agent could later push his players to San Remo during several transfer windows.
If things go well, both the agent and Scott can have a win-win situation. The former makes a lot of money, and the latter controls San Remo, using the San Remo platform to advance to higher goals.
San Remo is racing at full speed; everyone wants to hitch a ride.
But all of this is based on the continuous success of San Remo.
If San Remo falls into the Italian Third Division, or even struggles in Serie B, it will quickly be abandoned by those riding the ship.
Of course, a bigwig like Russell, the club president, actually understands Scott’s motives, but he doesn’t care.
He simply feels that since San Remo has the current momentum, increasing financial and human resources input will certainly make San Remo better.
The tycoon mindset is simple and direct and has a high probability of success; it’s just a matter of time and investment.
Chelsea, Manchester City, Paris Saint-Germain, didn’t they all rise this way?
As long as there is enough money, one can eventually become the next giant club.
"How about this," Sotu said, looking at the silent Russell, "In the next match, Becher’s will gain at least ninety minutes of playing time. But... if he still doesn’t produce convincing performances, then afterward, he’ll be sitting on the bench!"