Football: Starting with managing Manchester United

After the Community Shield match, the Villa players returned from their holiday.

Zhang Yang stood on the sidelines.

During this holiday, Kanté went home, helped his mother move out of that cannibalistic village, and used the advance salary the team gave him to find a school for his younger brother, Niama.

He will need to continue working hard to earn money in the future.

Of course, that's assuming you get rid of Philip, that vampire agent.

Kant approached Zhang Yang for help regarding this matter.

Although the two hadn't known each other for long, Kant felt that Zhang Yang was trustworthy.

Just like Zhang Yang said in the private room of the coffee shop.

He only needs to focus his energy on football; everything else can be left to Zhang Yang.

"Philip, oh Philip."

Zhang Yang knew many ways to deal with this kind of person.

First of all.

He secured contracts from Kanté and Philipp.

In short, it's a total rip-off. Not only are the commissions high, but they also control Kanté's transfers, salary, and image rights.

Zhang Yang directly contacted England's top sports lawyer through Mr. Lerner's connections.

These are the kinds of people who specialize in handling these kinds of things for the players.

The investigation should start with whether there was any unregistered activity, unfair contract terms, commission exceeding the FA's maximum limit, coercion, or misleading signing.

Don't think about it.

There must be people like Philip.

And there's more than one.

However, the operation process is a bit troublesome.

Because it involved many aspects, the lawyer also relayed Philip's message to Zhang Yang, saying that if Kant dared to terminate his contract, they would see him in court.

Zhang Yang talked with the lawyer for a long time that day.

In accordance with the FA rules, the Players Status and Transfers Regulations, and UK contract law.

Kanté's commission exceeded the limit, the excess portion is invalid, and constitutes a fundamental breach of contract.

Secondly, Philippe bound Kanter to a long-term relationship by concealing key terms of the contract.

"Mr. Filx, just tell me, how likely is it that we can terminate the contract if we go to court?"

That's what Zhang Yang asked.

"Very high."

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Filkes said, "But you have to be careful that they countersue you for illegal inducement. They might report you to the FA for illegally contacting the player and inducing him to terminate his contract."

"So?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"So neither the club nor you can sign any documents. You can just provide a list of lawyers and let Ngolo appoint a lawyer in his personal capacity. Neither the club nor you will get involved or pay any fees."

Philx smiled.

Zhang Yang smiled too.

He likes to sue.

However, after training ended that day, Zhang Yang was cornered by Philip outside the base.

Philip, holding a bottle of liquor, glared menacingly. He pointed the bottle at Zhang Yang and said, "You fucking want to steal N'Golo from me? You believe I can make sure N'Golo can't even play football anymore?"

"Please contact Ngolo's lawyer if you need anything."

Zhang Yang stood still, not taking a single step back.

He had long seen through Philip; this kind of person was the most likely to bully the weak and fear the strong, and was also a typical example of someone who was fierce in appearance but in reality in reality.

Philip was breathing heavily, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol.

When he saw Kanté on the training field, he ran over frantically and leaned on the railing.

"N'Golo, you ungrateful brat! You wouldn't be able to play football at all without me!"

"A poor kid like you can only go back to France and do manual labor if you leave me!"

Philip's roar carried far.

Kante subconsciously shrugged his shoulders. He had been training extra with Casemiro, hoping to deliver a better performance in his Premier League debut.

But then he remembered what Zhang Yang had told him.

There's no point in running away, because if you keep retreating, you'll eventually find yourself with nowhere to retreat.

He had to be brave for the sake of his family and himself.

Casemiro put his arm around Kanté's shoulder, saw the arrogance behind Philippe, and stood quietly at Sanqibu.

He felt relieved instantly.

"Philippe, Ngolo can have his lawyer submit the evidence of your illegal commission taking and threatening players to UEFA, so that you can be banned from the football industry for life."

Zhang Yang said quietly, "This is also the result that ended up in court, so I sincerely advise you to terminate the contract peacefully."

Philip's body trembled.

He glared at Zhang Yang with hatred, but his fingers, gripping the bottle, turned white, and he still didn't dare to do anything out of line.

Because several burly security guards were standing not far behind Zhang Yang.

"You just wait!"

Philip finished speaking through gritted teeth and turned to leave.

"Sigh." Zhang Yang sighed.

Being a head coach is definitely not that simple; you also have to deal with these thugs.

Perhaps Philip won't let this go.

But it's okay.

As long as there's nothing wrong with it legally.

Zhang Yang knew that someone like Philippe would only end up slinking back to France in the end, looking for the next "Kant" to leech off.

to be frank.

He also wanted to completely eliminate this kind of person.

That's too difficult.

Fortunately, the UK prohibits private ownership of handguns of any caliber.

If this were in the United States...

Zhang Yang himself needs to get a weapon for self-defense first.

Watching Philip drive away in his newly purchased car, Zhang Yang glanced in the direction of the players' dormitory.

Hopefully, Kanté can develop quickly.

......

In the players' dormitory.

"Ngolo".

Casemiro pulled two bottles of Yakult from his pocket as if by magic.

"Um?"

Kante looked at Casemiro, puzzled.

"I like to drink this when I'm unhappy, but you mustn't tell anyone else, they'll definitely laugh and say it's something only kids like to drink."

Casemiro smiled and handed the Yakult to Kanté, then inserted a straw and drank it with satisfaction.

That's it!

"This used to be my motivation for playing football. When I was a child, there were often carts selling yogurt. I remember a bottle of yogurt cost 20 cents, but my mother would always tell me to hurry home."

"Because we don't have money."

"So when I received my first paycheck in São Paulo, I took my mom to the supermarket and bought a whole case of eighty bottles of Yakult."

"I drank more than thirty bottles that day, even though I knew it was bad for my health."

Casemiro gestured for Kanté to try it too, "but it really works."

Kant also inserted a straw.

The sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth, slowly relaxing his tense nerves.

"Ngolo, when I was a teenager, I was also scammed by an agent. They took a lot of money from me and told me... if you don't sign, you'll never make it. I was just like you are now, too scared to speak, feeling like I had no choice."

"But I later learned that if you are bullied once, you will be bullied for life. Those vampires took advantage of our honesty and the fact that we were poor kids who dared not fight back."

"Also, when I was at Real Madrid, I changed agents. Someone told me back then that the people who truly help you won't make you afraid, but the people who truly harm you will make you afraid to speak up."

Casemiro said a lot.

As for why?

He felt he needed to share his courage with his partner for the upcoming season.

of course.

It might take more than one season.

Kant nodded slightly.

Casemiro laughed, then pulled out his laptop and played a recording of the Stoke City match.

Kanté's attention was quickly diverted.

In front of a screen glowing with fluorescent light, two players with similar childhoods stand.

They are preparing for their first Premier League match.