If the previous goal grab was probably just luck, the dexterity of not touching the ball just now and the calm shot afterwards definitely reflects this kid's talent in offense!

A sensitive sense of smell, a ghostly running position, an excellent feeling in front of the goal, playing football with your brain... aren't these all the advantages that an excellent striker should have?

Judging from the performance of these two balls, this Chinese kid seems to have these advantages. In this way, his thin figure and his weaknesses that seem to be not good at dribbling through the ball seem to be negligible!

Tang Feng glanced at Mengqi, and he saw three words in Mengqi's eyes: Sign him!

Although they had such an idea, the game was still in progress, so they couldn't rush in and interrupt the game and just take this kid away.

Moreover, the observation time just now is still a little short, so it’s okay to watch this game.

In the next game, the opponent's team still had the advantage on the court.

However, this Chinese boy showed his talent in grabbing points in the few counterattacks on the team.

Get rid of the clamp defense and go around the front point to jump to the top...

Flying in the middle of the game...

Once, I almost stepped on the offside line and inserted it...

If he hadn't been mature enough in handling the final shot, he could have won at least five yuan in this game!

Even so, he still completed a hat trick in the last five minutes of the game.

Unfortunately, his team lost five goals, and he couldn't change the team's fate of losing.

"Fast running! Excellent smell! Smart mind! This kid has the hope of becoming the next Inzaji!"

Just as Tang Feng and Mengqi were waiting for the referee to blew the end of the game, they heard a low voice coming from their right hand.

The two of them subconsciously turned their heads and saw that it was a man in their thirties, wearing a baseball cap on their heads, holding a notebook in their hands recording something, and muttering excitedly.

Looking at this outfit, Tang Feng and Mengqi quickly remembered this person's identity...scout!

Moreover, judging from the words he just said, he obviously also took a fancy to the Chinese boy on the field!

This is a job grabbing!

Both of them immediately became alert, especially Mengqi, who was a colleague!

However, Tang Feng became a little interested in this scout.

He just discussed with Monkey the issue of adding more scouts, and this guy who is not astonishingly looks just now discovered the characteristics of the Chinese boy on the field. From this point of view, his vision of people is obviously good.

Therefore, Tang Feng suddenly had the idea of ​​making friends with this scout.

Tang Feng patted Mengqi on the shoulder and signaled him not to worry, and then walked towards the guy who looked like a scout.

"Hey, man. Are you watching the players?" Tang Feng greeted him in Portuguese.

"Yes... uh no, how do you know?" The guy subconsciously gave a positive answer first, then seemed to realize something again, and immediately denied it again.

As a scout, it is very important to keep a low profile, so low-key that no one else will notice you.

So many scouts will choose to wear a baseball cap and then observe silently on the sidelines.

However, what they didn't know was that when all scouts dressed like this, such dressing was not low-key.

However, this guy obviously didn't realize that his dress was very prominent, so he expressed a little puzzled by Tang Feng's recognition of him.

After saying that, the guy looked up at the oriental man in front of him, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

"You are...you are magical Don?" He suddenly remembered the most glorious young coach in European football last season, the young coach who led the unknown Betis team to become the double champion.

Seeing that this guy was about to call out his name, Tang Feng quickly made a move to silence.

After seeing Tang Feng's performance, this guy also came to his senses and lowered his voice in the second half of his sentence.

"If I guess correctly, you should be a scout, right? I don't know which club you work for?" Seeing that this guy did not reveal his identity, Tang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said to him.

"Uh, that's right, my name is Hans, I'm watching the players for Porto!" the guy said a little embarrassedly.

You know, Porto and Sporting Lisbon are the arch-rival teams in the Portuguese league!

As a scout in Porto, he ran to Lisbon to poach people. It was really hard to make a statement. No wonder he became so nervous after being recognized by Tang Feng just now!

This is like two blacks in a city. Society, one is responsible for the west of the city, and the other is responsible for the east of the city. However, society openly runs to the east of the city to recruit younger brothers. Once this kind of thing is caused by the blacks in the east of the city, the society will inevitably have a bloody battle!

Tang Feng didn't care about this guy's embarrassment, but kept repeating the words Hans and Porto in his mind.

Then, he suddenly remembered a post he found when he was searching for information to write a novel before traveling through time. The post introduced the chief scout of Porto, the largest black store in European football at that time. The chief scout of Porto seemed to be Hans.

At that time, Tang Feng was very curious about the chief scout in the largest black store in Europe, but it was difficult to check the detailed information of Hans. However, the players he dug for Porto in history were all very well-known. These players not only brought a lot of honors to Porto, but more importantly, they brought a lot of transfer fees!

Later, Falcao and Hulk, who sold high prices in European football, were both poached Porto by him at low prices, and their transfer value was almost ten times that of their transfer value!

That is definitely a model of buying low and selling high!

"Mr. Hans is the chief scout of Porto?" Thinking of this, Tang Feng asked tentatively.

Because Tang Feng remembers that in a photo he saw at that time, Hans was as beautiful as the man in front of him!

"Chief scout? Don't joke with Mr. Tang. I'm just a small scout in the club now. If I can't find a talented player, I'm probably going to be swept out!" Hans said with a frustration after hearing Tang Feng's words.

A scout?

Tang Feng was a little puzzled after hearing this. Could it be that this Hans is not the Hans he knew?

But Tang Feng soon came to his senses. He had traveled through time in 2012, and now it was ten years ago. It was possible that Hans had not yet become Porto's chief scout.

Thinking of this, Tang Feng immediately had the idea of ​​digging this unique guy into his team.

"Mr. Hans, if I heard it correctly, you just had a high opinion of the Chinese young player on the court, right?" Tang Feng asked.

"Uh..." After hearing Tang Feng's question, Hans was a little hesitant. As a scout, he had professional ethics and helped his club's favorite players. Unless his club didn't want it, he could not recommend it to other clubs. But... the man in front of him was magical Tang!

It seems that he also looks optimistic about the Chinese player? If he gives a positive answer, will he look at him differently?

When Hans was hesitating, Tang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

He was very satisfied with Hans' professional ethics. If Hans gave a positive answer without hesitation just now, he would not dare to trust him too much. So, before Hans could answer, he continued: "Mr. Hans, I wonder if you have a contract with the Porto club?"

Tang Feng asked another question and made Hans a little confused, but he still answered honestly: "No, small scouts like us are just temporary. If you find a player who is useful to the club, you can get a reward, that's all."

After hearing Hans' answer, Tang Feng immediately proposed his invitation: "So, I wonder if Mr. Hans is interested in joining our Betis Club and becoming a regional scout in our club? We will sign a formal contract with you and have a fixed income. Of course, if you find good players, you will also receive additional commissions!"

Tang Feng made his own decision to give an invitation with very good treatment.

Hearing that Shenqi Tang had such sincerity to invite him, and that this new job was much higher than his current treatment, how could Hans have any reason to refuse?

He nodded almost without hesitation and said, "I do, of course I do!"

Anyway, he is just a non-staff scout at the Porto club. To put it bluntly, for a scout of his level, for a club like Porto with a wide range of scouting networks, there are not many more, and there are not many less. His resignation is just a matter of phone calls, and he doesn't even have to go to the club to handle any procedures...

"Okay, welcome to join Betis Club!" Seeing Hans give a positive answer, Tang Feng stretched out his right hand and said.

"I'm honored to join Betis!" Hans said excitedly, holding Tang Feng's hand.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Monkey, the manager of our transfer department. He will be your boss in the future!" Tang Feng pointed to Monkey, who was stunned and introduced to Hans.

The reason why Meng Qi was stunned was that he was surprised by Tang Feng's ability to poach!

He actually dug up a scout from the club in just a few words. Moreover, in Monkey's opinion, the scout's vision seemed to be pretty good.

Surprised, Monkey quickly adjusted his mood, then smiled and stretched out his right hand and said to Hans: "Welcome to join us!"

"Thank you, please give me some advice in the future!" Hans and Monkey shook hands.

...

When Tang Feng successfully completed a poaching, the game on the field was over.

"Haha, it's great, son! I knew you were the best. I scored three goals. What's the name of this thing? By the way, hat trick, you just completed the hat trick!!!" The excited voice of the Chinese father standing on Tang Feng's left hand just now came over again.

Compared to his father's excitement, the Chinese boy was a little depressed: "But we still lost!"

"Hey, you can't blame you if you lose. You scored three goals, and your opponent's performance was too bad!" Perhaps because he knew that others didn't understand Chinese, the father said without hesitation.

The Chinese boy shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he performed well in this way, but the team lost many games.

"Hello, sir, if I heard it correctly, you are also Chinese!" Tang Feng suddenly walked over while the father and son were chatting.

The father looked at Tang Feng and found that he was also a compatriot. He immediately felt a little proud: "Yes, are you too? Meeting a compatriot in Portugal is fate. Did you watch the game just now? My son has completed a hat trick!"

The father was boasting about his son's performance just now, but he didn't notice it. His son looked at the Chinese in front of him and grew up in surprise.

"Yes, I watched the game and your son performed very well. I am a football coach and I hope to bring him to my team! I wonder if you would?" Tang Feng nodded and replied.

"Football coach? What team? My son will play professional football in the future. I won't let him go for ordinary amateur teams. It's better to let him study hard than to play amateur football!" The father said politely after hearing Tang Feng's words. Although he didn't know much about football, he knew that Chinese football was very bad. So when he saw Tang Feng's identity as a Chinese, he subconsciously believed that Tang Feng was probably just the coach of that small amateur team.

"No, dad! He is not a coach of the amateur team, he is the coach of Real Betis! He is magical Don!" The Chinese boy beside him had already come to his senses and immediately corrected his father's statement.

"What Real Betis, what Magical Don? What??? Magical Don??" The father was obviously a little angry about his sudden interruption by his son. He didn't know what Real Betis. In fact, in the entire European football world, he knew only a few teams with more famous names. However, he had heard of the nickname Magical Don.

In fact, almost all Chinese people who are struggling in Europe have heard of the name "Strange Tang".

"You said, he is Shenqi Tang?" The father still seemed to be unbelievable and turned his head to ask the son next to him.

"Yes, I have seen his photos on TV and newspapers. He is Miraculous Tang!" The Chinese boy seemed helpless about his father's performance, and he said with certainty.

"No way? Shenqi Tang ran to Portugal and fell in love with my son?" The father still looked disbelief.

Because his son likes to play football, he has taken his son to participate in the youth team selections of some professional clubs over the years. However, in Portugal, which focuses on foot skills, has very high requirements for young players' ball control skills. I heard that his position is a striker, and the first reaction of those selected coaches is to examine his ability to dribble.
To be continued...