My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 216 The French Dispatch ([-])
The setting sun in Le Havre stretches out Riyad Mahrez's shadow.

The city ushered in its dusk, with the salty sea breeze blowing through the streets and the scarlet sunset mixing with the sound of the waves lapping the shore.

Mahrez hurried through the streets with a tired pace.

He turned around the corner with the ball in his arms, and a strong figure pushed him against the wall.

"boom……"

The ball in Mahrez's arms fell to the ground. His eyes widened in surprise, and a scream was barely suppressed in his throat.

"It turned out to be you." Mahrez looked at the familiar face in front of him and couldn't laugh or cry. "Matias, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Riyad, long time no see." Matthias Pogba released his hold on Mahrez's hand. "I thought you couldn't recognize me, but I recognized you at a glance."

Mahrez looked at Mathias Pogba. The black man had a fierce face, high cheekbones, and fierce eyes. His short hair was shaved into a round inch, and there was a big gold chain hanging around his neck.

"Has anyone ever said you don't look like a good person, Matias?" Mahrez squeezed out a sentence.

"Me? I'm not a good person to begin with." Matthias Pogba shook his head disdainfully, "I never expected to achieve anything famous by playing football. I play football because it makes money quickly. Oh damn, It actually doesn’t make money fast at all.”

"Where are you hanging out, brother?" Mahrez calmly moved away Mathias Pogba's hand.

"England, a little team called Crewe. So damn shabby, man, so damn shabby."

"England? I might also..."

"Has a British team approached you?" Matthias Pogba was slightly surprised. "Which team is it? Let me think about it..."

Mahrez opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Derby? Oxford? Cambridge?" Matthias Pogba looked at Mahrez, who seemed to have no intention of admitting it.

Those teams are all low-level league teams.

"Hahaha..." Matthias Pogba laughed, "I still don't know what you're worth, Riyad. It seems to be a lower-level team. Could it be York City?" ?”

Mahrez shook his head helplessly, "Do you just look down on me so much, Matias?"

"Come on, brother, don't show how capable you are. This is Le Havre, Ligue [-]. Any player in Ligue [-] who can play in the English Championship is lucky."

"Forget me, Matthias, why did you come to France?"

"Me? I'm here to find my damn brother."

"he is……"

"Paul. This guy is a genius. He was originally at Manchester United, but this guy broke up with the old guy Ferguson and went to Italy. This bastard."

Mathias Pogba cursed, "He signed for Juventus. Man, Paul is a genius. I can't make much money on my own, but if I can manage Paul's agent, I can make him He and I both made a fortune."

"Sounds good. Then you should go to Italy to find him."

"No, he is not there, not after the end of the season. Paul seems to know that I will go to him, he does not answer my calls." Matthias Pogba shook his head, "He is from the Le Havre youth training camp When he comes out, he might come back here for a vacation or something."

"By the way, so which team is interested in you?" Mathias Pogba suddenly remembered this matter.

Mahrez looked at Matias. The friend he was once familiar with was looking at him greedily, and the gold chain around his neck was shaking. "You guessed it right, it's a low-level league team." Mahrez swallowed the word Arsenal, "They gave a little more than Le Havre."

Matias laughed loudly, "I know, brother, you don't have the ability to enter a big club. Don't I know you well? We were two youth training players, and we stayed in the room to eat after the training session. Junk food, for people like us…”

"Well, nice memories, Matthias."

Mahrez once joined the youth academy of Quimper, a French fourth-tier club, along with Mathias Pogba.

The two were roommates. Matias was not as wild and unruly as he is now, and he even taught Mahrez to get rid of many bad habits.

"Riyad, think about it, that's Juventus." Matias had a complicated expression. "I'm a talentless bastard. I want to make money from my brother. I admit it. But as long as you have played football, you will It’s impossible not to yearn for such a wealthy club.”

"Haven't you ever thought about giving it a try? What if... what if a wealthy team takes a fancy to you?"

"You're crazy, Riyad, how could something like this happen?" Matias looked at Mahrez strangely, "I'm just saying, instead of letting me become the star of a wealthy club, I should expect Paul, a bastard, to get better." It would be more practical to play better and let me make some money."

"If, Matias, I mean if, Juventus also sent you an invitation, would you go?"

"Riyad, you are probably really crazy. Such an assumption makes no sense." Mathias patted his childhood friend heavily on the shoulder, "I'm glad to see you. It's time for me to go find Paul. "

Mathias Pogba wandered a few steps away and flicked the ball towards Mahrez, who unloaded it deftly.

"Riyad, you are different from me." Mathias turned his head and sighed softly, "Unlike me, the motivation for you to play football is not only money and interests."

The evil look on Matthias's face seemed to have faded a little, "I don't know if you are a fantasist, but if the hypothesis you said comes true one day, then don't hesitate, Riad. Even if you are a waste , you also want to let yourself be trampled to death by geniuses, instead of just stinking in some nook and cranny."

"Goodbye, Matthias. Hope to see you again someday."

"Goodbye, Riyad. You'll definitely see me, if only my damn brother can make a name for himself."

Mahrez watched Mathias Pogba's back fading away, loosened the hand he had been holding tightly, and a crumpled business card floated out of his hand.

The business card fell to the ground danglingly, and Mahrez hurriedly leaned over to pick it up.

It was clearly printed with the name, position, and contact information of the Arsenal head coach, as well as the authentic Arsenal team emblem.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walsh." Mahrez muttered, taking out his mobile phone to send a text message.

160 kilometers away.

Boulogne, France.

"What are we doing here?" Dick Law jumped out of the bus panting, "Chen, we are employees of Arsenal. We should be bargaining with people in the office. Why are we here like scouts of a small team? Drilling into cities one after another?”

"Because what we are looking for is the dusty pearl of the small ball club." Chen Yao helped Dick Law lift the suitcase, "Dick, we are all old partners. Don't you think it would be interesting for us to go out all over the world to find people together?"

"It's interesting, but..." Dick Law was filled with grief and anger. He was a decent man with a higher education and outstanding professional qualities. Since he was sent to Chen Yao by Wenger two years ago, he seemed to have become the young coach's friend. Taobao tie-in.

When he sees his target, he runs over excitedly, then gets the player, then leaves himself to the other agent and club to quickly cut through the mess and sign the contract.

Worst of all, he kept calling himself "Dick."

Dick Law shook his head and sighed, it was really nothing big or small.

(End of this chapter)