Lu Yang pointed out a very crucial issue.
Even if a Serie A team is optimistic about Becher’s ability to serve as the offensive core in the next two or three years, in the first season or two, he has to start as a role player.
He is a grassroots star, coming from the lower leagues, he can’t seamlessly become a core member like already famous superstars.
That privilege belongs only to Mei Luo!
And not to lottery stars from the Italian Third Division!
"I..." Becher broke out in a cold sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, he was truly panicked now.
San Remo not allowing him to play was the first killer move.
San Remo not trading him was the second killer move.
Big teams not wanting him was the third killer move.
These three moves are fatal!
Three years without playing, he would most likely be forced to retire at twenty-nine.
He shouldn’t be destroyed just like this!
He had long passed those days of a bottle and a cigarette, he had all the time in years.
These three years are injuries he can’t afford.
In his expectations, at twenty-nine he should be considering whether to go to Real Madrid or Barça for new challenges, or perhaps join Manchester United, Manchester City, Chelsea, Arsenal, Bayern, or Paris Saint-Germain!
"What should I do?" Becher’s eyes were red with panic, the higher someone stands in glory, the more they fear the dark abyss below, devoid of hope, which can make them give up everything.
Including so-called dignity!
"Help... I need help... please!"
...
"San Remo’s frontline problem explodes again! How will Sotu decide?"
"Becher misses the starting lineup, but his chance has still come!"
"On one side is the head coach’s authority, on the other is the team’s performance, Sotu is caught in a dilemma!"
"San Remo’s Sports Director Scott speaks out, the team needs Becher, he should get more playing time!"
"Sotu dodges reporter questions, drives away in embarrassment!"
"Wave of injuries incoming? Can San Remo withstand like last season, miraculously?"
"Not optimistic! The Italian Cup brings too much pressure on San Remo’s players, it’s time for them to consider giving up!"
Recently, various media have been sensationalizing, with the Republican Newspaper being the most vocal.
They even invited Becher’s agent for an exclusive interview.
In the interview content, Becher’s agent indicated that San Remo does not accept his player, Becher is resisted by certain people within San Remo. Sotu also disregards team interests, putting his own and certain people’s interests above the team, and so on.
The identity of those certain people is almost revealed.
This gave even Sotu a headache.
But soon, Sotu received a call from Lu Yang.
"Dear head coach, my only consolation now is that you’re not in front of me, otherwise you’d be kissing me wildly." Lu Yang said with a chuckle.
"I just feel like crying! You rascal, tell me, what have you done that’s worth praising, I’m willing to spare some precious time to humor you, after all, you’re only seventeen." Sotu was still visibly troubled by the Becher issue.
"So are you mocking me for being like a tadpole looking for its mother? Well then, what a disappointment, I thought you’d be somewhat interested in Becher’s apology." Lu Yang finished speaking and hung up the phone, then started counting.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Beep beep beep!
The phone rang.
Lu Yang, while answering the call, stretched out his hand asking Morici for money.
Morici looked defeated, full of despair, another week’s salary gone!
They bet, after Lu Yang hung up on Sotu, whether Sotu would call back within five seconds.
Morici thought it was impossible, it’s Sotu after all. No matter how favored Lu Yang was, Sotu’s pride would never allow him to immediately call back within five seconds after being hung up.
Unless the caller was a female fan he had slept with and had proof.
But now, reality told Morici, what was pride?
Can it be sold for money?
"What the heck happened?" Sotu was somewhat excited, from what he knew of Lu Yang, perhaps, his troubling issue had been resolved by Lu Yang, otherwise Lu Yang wouldn’t have come to claim credit.
This kid always delivers!
So Lu Yang narrated his conversation with Becher to Sotu, and added his own judgment: "If nothing unexpected occurs, the proven role player Becher can actually be sold for a star-level price."
"How about this summer window I get you ten million euros, is it too much to call me daddy?"
"Screw you!" Sotu was laughing foolishly while spinning and jumping with his eyes closed.
Awesome!
Brother Lu is awesome!
YYDS!
Then, a sarcastic scene unfolded quickly.
Just about the next day after the Republican Newspaper published the Becher agent’s interview, a personal interview with Becher appeared in the Hans column of the Live Football Report.
Moreover, this exclusive interview was recorded in video form and received a full five-minute broadcast on Italy’s sixth television channel during the sports news segment.
No doubt, there’s Martivini’s influence behind this.
He is one of those who absolutely cannot accept San Remo’s collapse.
He desires even more than Sotu and Russell for San Remo to continue playing well.
On TV, Hans asked, "Becher, we’ve heard that lately you haven’t been happy at San Remo? Is someone bullying you on the team?"