The strongest blade in football

Chapter 39 Signing
After the game, Wang Nuo met Witt Ante again, and with him were Boloni, who had watched the whole game, and sports director De Sartre.

Wang Nuo was taken to an empty office.

It was also the first time he was talking to a really big guy.

Wang Nuo knew that Boloni was the real leader of the first team, while De Sutter was responsible for buying and selling players for the club and handling various affairs.

De Sartre was wearing an expensive-looking woolen coat and a Rolex with a dial inlaid with diamonds, exuding an aura of power and calm.

After the brief introduction, Weitante quietly stood aside and did not speak.

The focus of the topic was shifted to Wang Nuo.

"I heard you're staying alone in Belgium?"

Boloni's eyes are deep, and he likes to stare at people for a long time when he speaks. He seems to be able to see through everything about Wang Nuo. His voice is very kind, "Do you have an agent?"

Wang Nuo was a little nervous, this was a crucial moment in his life, but he concealed it well, no one could see his nervousness.

"I called my father just now, and he said that I can make my own decision. I am an adult, Mr. Boloni."

"That's great, I just have one question... would you like to play for the first team?" Boloni said.

"Of course, that's what I dream of."

Wang Nuo felt that his throat was tight, and without the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously gave the answer in his heart.

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. He felt that he was not reserved enough.

Boloni glanced at De Sutter beside him, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if they were amused by Wang Nuo.

The latter took out the printed and bound contract from the document bag, and it seemed that he had already prepared it.

"Don't rush to sign. Take a good look. If you have any questions, you can ask them at any time. We have an hour."

Wang Nuo took the contract and studied it for about 10 minutes, but only understood part of it.

The bound contract is more than a dozen pages thick and contains too much content. In addition to the basic terms, there are also rights and obligations of the club and players, portrait rights, non-disclosure agreement, liability for violations, dispute resolution, etc.

"Let me tell you about the key points. Except for top talents, the club's treatment of newcomers is not very different."

Sensing Wang Nuo's predicament, De Sutter took out a pencil from his pocket and sat on Wang Nuo's right hand.

He spoke very directly, which meant that Wang Nuo was not a genius to him.

Wang Nuo felt like a mountain was approaching, accompanied by a scent of perfume mixed with sandalwood.

Wang Nuo was flattered by De Sutter's patience as he circled the key points with a pencil.

"We've offered you a two-year contract."

"First of all, it is about salary. The club decided to give you 42000 euros per year. In terms of goal bonuses, 1000 euros per goal in the league, 1000 euros in European competitions, and 500 euros in cup competitions."

"If you play 1000 minutes in a single season, your income will be upgraded, and your salary will be paid at a rate of 150% in the future."

"The winning bonus is only for the games you have played in. A league win is 300 euros, a European match is 300 euros, and a cup match is 200 euros. There is no bonus for a tie or a loss."

"There is no signing fee, and there will be no commission for future transfers, but the club will provide opportunities for salary increases during the season based on your performance."

De Sutter paused for a while, looking at Wang Nuo, as if he wanted to get some reply from Wang Nuo.

At this time, Wang Nuo was already immersed in joy.

42000 euros per year is a lot of money for Wang Nuo, which is more than four times his current youth contract subsidy!

And there are various bonuses!

Although he doesn't know if this number is considered a lot for young players, and he doesn't know how much Belgian taxes will be paid, but for him, it must be enough.

Wang Nuo can live well with only a few hundred euros a month, and he has not carefully understood the income of the first-line players.

"Sounds great!" Wang Nuo said happily.

"Of course, that's more than most Belgians earn!"

De Sutter tapped the table with the end of his pencil and continued to introduce the contents of the contract.

After about a few minutes, De Sutter finished speaking.

The rest, as he puts it, is "the trivial part" and can be ignored, as it is the same for every standard Liege player.

The contract is in quadruplicate, one for the club, one for the player, and the remaining two. One is submitted to the member association when the player's annual registration is updated, and the last one is to be handed over to the Belgian Football Association.

Wang Nuo had no objection, and now it was finally time to pick up the pen and sign the contract.

The pencil circles smeared on the contract were wiped clean by the eraser, and the contract was as neat and clean as it was just taken out.

Three pairs of eyes stared at his movements, and the room was very quiet. Wang Nuo felt that the signature pen was heavy, and his fingers and palms felt weak.

He carefully wrote his name on every contract stroke by stroke.

He still remembers that just a few months ago, he signed a youth contract with the U19 echelon, and now he has completed the goal he set at the beginning and became a professional player.

There is nothing more beautiful than this, everything happened so fast, like a dream.

The moment Wang Nuo finished signing, he even had the urge to run to the stadium and shout loudly. He was so excited that if he was alone, he might have hit the wall with his fist in excitement.

But at this moment, everything was suppressed in his heart, and no one could detect it from his face.

His father, Wang Zhongshi, told Wang Nuo since he was a child that a mature man should control himself in front of outsiders.

Next, everyone stood up from their chairs. Wang Nuo first shook hands with De Sartre, and then with the future leader Boloni.

De Sutter's palms were cold and his knuckles were thick. The warm air in the room seemed to have no effect on him. With great strength, Wang Nuo felt as if he was holding a cold doorknob.

Boloni's palms are soft, and there are no wrinkles on his face, but the wrinkles on the back of his hands are rough and rough.

When Boloni shook hands, he said something, which lifted Wang Nuo's spirit.

"Don't go to the wrong place tomorrow morning. You should know where you are. Training starts at nine o'clock."

"No problem, Monsieur Boloni."

Of course Wang Nuo knew where the first team was training. When he was doing video analysis for Del Rio in the summer, he went there every day, but the training ground was always empty, and he could only look at it through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After signing the contract, Boloni and sports director De Sart only stayed for a short while before leaving.

Wang Nuo kept coach Witte Ante and invited him to have dinner in the team restaurant.

Wang Nuo's gratitude to Witt Ante is beyond words. In the past six months, he has helped Wang Nuo a lot, both on and off the court, caring for him like a second father.

During the meal, Witt Ante talked a lot about his past playing football. Whenever he mentioned those pasts, he would blush and talk endlessly.

He has a very glorious past, the only regret is that he has not played in a bigger team, those real top leagues, top giants.

When the plates of the two of them were almost empty, Witt Ante said to Wang Nuo.

"Listen, it's not where you end, it's where you start. I believe you have more ambition than me. In the future, I hope you are the best player. Mr. Football, Golden Boot, you know what I mean. ?”

Wang Nuo himself has goals and ambitions, and today's experience has undoubtedly strengthened his self-confidence. He is not yet 19 years old, and everything looks promising.

"Don't worry, coach, I will make you proud." Wang Nuo's answer was full of fighting spirit.

"It's not me, but yourself. You have to be responsible for yourself and have an account for yourself."

Vetteant looked very happy, but still corrected Wang Nuo's statement.

After eating and parting from Weet Ante, Wang Nuo was not in a hurry to go home, he didn't want to stay alone in the house and get moldy.

He called Issel and drove him to the city center for shopping. He didn't know what to buy, but he just wanted to spend money.

In the end, Wang Nuo bought a new Nokia 235C for 6700 Euros to reward himself.

Next, the two drove aimlessly in the car, they turned the car music to the loudest, sang into the open fields, cheered wildly on the country roads, and finally went to the pool club to play a few rounds of snooker.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that Isser sent Wang Nuo home.

After arriving home, Wang Nuo took out his new mobile phone and started making calls. He first talked to his father, and 10 minutes later, he called Zoe, Jia Xiaoxian, and his former friends.

He felt that he couldn't finish talking until he finished calling everyone.

It was getting late by now, but damn, Wang Nuo was too excited to fall asleep, and he started thinking about tomorrow's training again.

Tomorrow, he's going to play football with those really good guys!

During the offseason, Wang Nuo analyzed many of their games and knew how good those first-team players are!
They are the stars of Liege!

Wang Nuo looped in his mind the envisioned scenes, which tricks he was going to use in training, what to say when he met everyone, and how to build a good relationship with everyone.

Just when Wang Nuo was about to lose sleep, his sanity finally came back.

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head suddenly, and Wang Nuo woke up in an instant.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Wang Nuo suddenly realized that he had been a little out of tune all night.

This is somewhat similar to what happened on the night when he scored the winning goal in the U17 final in Brussels.

This kind of emotion is extremely dangerous, and it will make people not enterprising and become mediocre.

Wang Nuo quickly adjusted his mentality, and secretly advised him, he knew that he should not be complacent at this time.

He began to examine himself calmly.

"You are nothing!"

"Let's talk about it if you can make a difference in the first team, don't let others see the joke!"

Wang Nuo's originally over-excited mood finally calmed down gradually.

He told himself that this night was no different, but that tomorrow a new challenge would begin.

Wang Nuo is soberly aware that as a young player, he should focus more on how to play well. It has been in the past, and it will be the same now and in the future.

Learn to be calm.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Nuo finally fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)