It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 206 Chapter 204 Rusty Galaxy Battleship (Daily Transition)

That night.

Reporters and photographers disguised themselves and sneaked into Barcelona's training base when no one was paying attention.

"Have you brought everything?"

The reporter quietly pushed open the trash can with his fingers, and after observing that there was no one around, he climbed out of the trash can with peace of mind.

On the other side, the photographer touched his bag cautiously and nodded.

"Don't worry, I've checked everything and brought everything with me."

"That's good," the reporter pushed up his glasses, "it's time to explore the real news."

The photographer didn't say anything, but followed silently.

While the two were hiding here and there, groping for the direction of the Barca restaurant, Alessandro also took advantage of the night and walked towards the Barca kitchen.

Although Alvaro has been tinkering with some "Sky Repair Plan" and the "Krusty Krab Burger" to compete with Coronel's hamburgers.

But his hamburger making skills are indeed better than those of him, Coronel's regular disciple.

Just like Mr. Krabs in SpongeBob SquarePants, who always wanted to steal Mr. Krabs' hamburger recipe.

Alessandro felt that even if Mr. Krabs stole the secret recipe, it would be useless because he couldn't produce crab roe himself.

But Alvaro is not Mr. Krabs, and he doesn’t need to produce crab roe.

Alessandro felt that it would only take half a month at most for Alvaro to fully understand Coronel's secret recipe for delicious hamburgers.

In addition to this, Alvaro also worked on a bunch of other burgers.

Alessandro has tried them all and they are indeed delicious.

Now Alvaro is preparing to work hard on the sixth burger to develop the ultimate and most delicious seventh "Burger King".

This is not possible.

He, Alessandro, studied in the UK and mastered his cooking skills. After graduation, he became an honorable member of the Real Madrid team doctor. Now he works in Barcelona's restaurant. He can't let Alvaro complete his plan!
It would be fine if he only studied the secret recipe of the super delicious hamburger that Coronel taught him, after all, he also knew how to make it;
But the key is that he also has to study some things that Alessandro doesn't know!

If this had happened in the past, it wouldn't have been a big deal, after all, he was essentially just a team doctor.

But now it’s different. Barcelona has confirmed that the next president will no longer be the insignificant Laporta, but Rosell.

Laporta is a lawyer, then Rosell is a businessman.

Alessandro knew the nature of this businessman only too well.

If the value he created at Barcelona was not great, or if his value could be completely covered up, Rosell would definitely not keep him.

He now had to find a way to expand his value: study the hamburgers that Alvaro left behind.

As it happens, Álvaro was out recently collecting inspiration for his research on "Castle of the First Emperor".

Soon, Alessandro arrived at Barcelona's kitchen with ease.

He specifically told the cleaner not to throw away the hamburgers in the refrigerator for today's samples, just to wait for this moment.

Soon, Alessandro took out all six burgers.

Meanwhile, Marca reporters and photographers also found their way to the Barcelona kitchen.

“Is the camera on?”

"opened."

"That's good," the reporter nodded and turned on the recorder in his hand.

No matter what, he must get the news he wants today!
Meanwhile, Alessandro was working on the first burger on the counter when suddenly he saw a flash of red light in his peripheral vision.

In an instant, bad memories suddenly came to his mind, and his fingers began to ache slightly.

Damn it, he remembered that he also sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night to do something big, but he didn't expect Alvaro to be in the kitchen too.

Then, in order to avoid Alvaro, he fled in panic. He didn't see clearly in the dark, and his finger was caught in the mousetrap!

He was in so much pain that he wanted to curse, but fortunately he held himself back.

If it weren't for the pension given by Real Madrid later, he would definitely have quit.

Thinking of this, Alessandro immediately took out a mousetrap from his pocket and quietly placed it on the ground.

On the other side, reporters and photographers who were completely unaware of the situation also walked in.

Alessandro had a kitchen knife in his hand, and the moment the photographers and reporters approached the door, he immediately came out from behind the door and took the initiative.

"who are you!?"

The reporters and photographers were frightened by the kitchen knife in Alessandro's hand, and the unsuspecting reporter fell directly to the ground.

As luck would have it, there was a mousetrap placed by Alessandro right where he fell.

"what."

The reporter was about to scream when the photographer covered his mouth in an instant.

“We are the new chefs.”

The photographer looked at the kitchen knife in Alessandro's hand and explained tremblingly.

"Chef?" Alessandro said in disbelief. "Then let me ask you how many sesame seeds should be on the burger you just researched?"

The photographer's mind went blank for a moment.

The reporter sat on the ground, tears streaming down his face in pain, and he opened his mouth and bit the photographer's finger.

"God damn it, take the mousetrap off my hand first. I know the answer."

Alessandro said nothing, but motioned to the photographer to take the mousetrap off the reporter's hand.

The reporter, who was finally freed, kept breathing on his fingers that had been pinched and turned purple.

“It’s 200 sesame seeds.”

Alessandro shook his head and pointed the back of his knife at the two men. "Get out of here, you damn intruders!"

Because there are no sesame seeds on Barcelona’s burgers!

However, at the moment when Alessandro swung the knife, the photographer quickly blocked the knife with his camera.

Alessandro was caught off guard and his palm was shaken, and the kitchen knife in his hand broke into two pieces instantly.

In an instant, the situation on the field suddenly reversed.

The reporter and the photographer worked together to directly control Alessandro.

The photographer looked at his camera with pity, and then directly put the mousetrap on the ground back into Alessandro's hand.

Alessandro was about to scream when the photographer covered his mouth.

"Damn, you know how expensive my camera is!"

The reporter simply waved away the photographer's hand.

"Don't ask him first, let me ask first."

Alessandro looked at the reporter with tears in his eyes, "Ask, ask, can you take the mousetrap out of my hand first?"

Seeing the reporter nodded, the photographer could only take the mousetrap away from Alessandro's hand angrily.

"Quick, turn on the camera," the reporter licked his lips and found his recorder in his bag.

“Are you the chef at Barcelona?”

Alessandro nodded in humiliation.

Seeing this, the reporter became even more excited.

"You are so tall, why would you want to be a chef? After all, it's not convenient for you to cut vegetables and cook like this."

Alessandro endured the humiliation with tears in his eyes.

"My dad plays basketball and my mom plays volleyball. My whole family, including my sister, is this tall."

The reporter's eyes lit up. "What does your sister fight for?"

"Hit me."

……

the next day.

Laporta slowly drank his hot coffee in the chairman's office and read the freshly printed newspaper.

At this moment, the door of the chairman's office was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. Chairman, something bad has happened. We were invaded last night!"

The secretary rushed in with a newspaper in his hand.

Laporta immediately frowned and subconsciously looked towards his safe.

"What was hacked? What happened? Calm down."

The secretary took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"It's like this. Two people invaded the cafeteria of our Barcelona training base last night."

"Our chef, Alessandro, was in the kitchen at the time."

"He then fought bravely with the criminal and eventually managed to drive him away, but unfortunately he also injured his finger."

"As a result, when he was heading to the medical room, he happened to meet the reporter."

"Then the reporter reported it."

After saying that, the secretary handed the latest newspaper to Laporta.

Laporta took the newspaper, but when he saw the headline, he almost spit out his coffee.

"Shocked! Barcelona actually exploits its employees so much; where should justice go?"

"Damn Marca, what on earth do they want to do?"

The secretary, who had already read the entire report, didn't know how to express it.

"It was because some criminals actually broke into our Barcelona training base that night, and the security guards did nothing, and in the end our chef was injured."

"So Marca says we exploit our employees."

Laporta threw the newspaper on the ground and stepped on it a few times.

"Damn it. What are we supposed to do now?"

The secretary shook his head.

"Let's not talk about the news for now. The main problem now is that we don't have enough dedicated chefs for Ciel."

"A Russ, Guardiola doesn't trust at all;"

"There is another Alvaro who has asked for leave a few days ago;"

"The only one left now, Alessandro, is also injured."

Laporta just felt a headache.

"Logically speaking, doesn't our club provide each player with a nutrition chef at home?"

The secretary was a little embarrassed and pointed to the newspaper on the ground.

"This is overload work. The media will start to complain again."

Laporta felt that all the good mood he had early in the morning was about to disappear. "Then go and hire a few more chefs for Charles."

"Don't hire one or two more, just hire three more, and get me seven chefs in total."

"Yes, Mr. Chairman!"

……

Porta had just issued an order to recruit a new chef, and Florentino soon received the news.

"I mean Laporta wants three more team doctors... no, chefs?"

Florentino was a little bit unbelievable.

How many stomachs does Charles have?
It takes 7 chefs to serve.

Just like the leather shoes in his house, there are so many of them that they can fit dozens of centipedes, but he doesn't even hire someone to help him put on shoes.

"Is he going to eat the chef?"

Enrique felt like his head was about to fall off from laughing.

"Recently our players have been complaining about our team doctor again, especially now that Kaka is seriously injured."

"So should we send a few team doctors over?"

Florentino waved.

"Send, send, send all those useless team doctors to Barcelona to be chefs."

Enrique immediately took note of this matter.

"Then the second thing is about the upcoming national derby."

Hearing this, Florentino became serious.

"So, has Pellegrini found any tactics to limit Charles? We can't really rely on our team doctor, can we?"

Enrique had a headache. He didn't particularly understand these things, but he could still repeat what others had said.

"I don't know Pellegrini's tactics, but I have heard the players discuss them."

"Alonso and Arbeloa thought it would be a good idea to use Benítez's method of marking Messi."

"Liverpool's defense against Messi was very successful, with Arbeloa marking Messi three times. Using this method against Charles may be useful;"

"The next step is Emery's 'Cut Mei Tactics' provided by Albiol, which we can also adapt and turn into the 'Cut Xia Tactics';"

"Cristiano Ronaldo also talked about some of Ferguson's methods to deal with Charles."

"The man-to-man marking tactic is not very reliable because it is difficult for Ramos to defend Charles, and Charles's movement on the field is also very flexible and he will switch positions with the middle."

Florentino frowned directly, "Does that mean Pellegrini doesn't have any good solution?"

After all, most of Real Madrid's players have played for other top clubs before and received guidance from other famous coaches.

Ferguson, Benítez and Emery don't have any good ideas, and Pellegrini probably won't be able to come up with any brilliant suggestions either.

The secretary looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose, and said nothing.

Florentino sighed and also felt a headache.

Under Pellegrini's leadership, Real Madrid was beaten 4-0 by a third-tier team that season, and only scored one goal at home. In the end, they were eliminated by a third-tier team in the King's Cup with a score of 4-1.
In the Champions League quarter-finals, Real Madrid clearly had the initiative, but they were eventually reversed at home;

If they can't win this derby and are defeated twice by their arch-rival Barcelona, ​​then Real Madrid will only be able to win the league in theory this season;

The most bizarre thing is that Pellegrini is in control of a galactico worth more than 2 million euros.

Thinking of this, Florentino stretched out his hand, "Have we prepared our list of candidates for head coach?"

The secretary immediately handed over the list.

"Mr. President, frequent changes of coaches will only cause Real Madrid to continue to be in turmoil and fail to establish a stable football philosophy."

"Maybe we can try to give Pellegrini more time."

Florentino is still looking at the list of coaches.

Listed on it were the names of Benítez, Ancelotti, Mourinho, Capello and Scolari.

"No, what Pellegrini lacks is not time, but the temperament of a champion, which cannot be cultivated in three or five seasons."

"Moreover, Pellegrini can wait, but Real Madrid cannot. If we can't find a suitable head coach, our battleship will get rusty!"

(End of this chapter)