The All-Around Center Forward

Real Madrid has been in turmoil recently.

High-level meetings have been held one after another, and Mourinho has occasionally been asked to attend and report on his work.

The so-called meetings might be fake, but the intention to disgust him is probably real.

Casillas is also desperately trying to disgust Mourinho; when someone is hated to the extreme, anything can be done.

Suker saw Casillas holding a small wooden plaque with Mourinho's name on it, and on the back hung a small doll covered in silver needles.

Suker was unfamiliar with witchcraft, but he had heard of such things; this was called a Voodoo Doll!

The fact that Casillas resorted to this showed how much he hated Mourinho.

Of course, whether it would work was unknown, but at least it provided an outlet for his anger.

After all, he had been suppressed by Mourinho to the point of near madness and needed an outlet.

The internal conflicts within the club were growing more serious by the day, and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly oppressive.

Suker was well-protected by Maldini at AC Milan, so this was his first time witnessing such a specrtacle.

Casillas opened his mouth!

Mourinho opened his mouth!

Both of them were furiously pouring dirt on each other.

Florentino was mediating in the middle, preventing the situation from completely spiraling out of control.

However, these unstable factors had already become known to the media and were being widely reported.

Real Madrid's internal conflicts were gradually becoming public.

Especially the conflict between Mourinho and Casillas.

One is the Head Coach, the other is the Captain!

When these two clash, the entire club shakes; how could the situation be good?

Real Madrid fans were also very concerned about this issue, as the downfall of most dynasties is due to internal problems.

Real Madrid is heading down that path!

Fortunately, they still have another great deity!

Suker, as the team's top star, seemed not to have been drawn into this incident; from current reports, there was almost no news about Suker.

This indicated that the outbreak of this conflict had nothing to do with Suker.

Suker remaining unscathed largely preserved Real Madrid's strength.

If Suker had also become involved, the entire club might have fallen apart.

Real Madrid might even have seen the most intense internal struggle of this century, the kind where brains would be bashed out.

But many people also wanted to drag Suker down!

No way! The situation was deadlocked.

Mourinho wanted to break the deadlock, so he wanted to drag Suker down, but he was warned by the Spanish national department.

Casillas also wanted to bring Suker down to criticize Mourinho with him, but he was warned by the national team leader.

Needless to say, Florentino had long been targeted by the tax department, preventing him from touching Suker.

Suker's protective umbrella was fully operational, providing him with comprehensive, all-round protection.

Other benefits aside, the sheer amount of tax revenue was enough for them to act.

Suker was also very clear about his position.

He could not be dragged down!

This conflict would ultimately result in a lose-lose situation; whoever got involved would be asking for trouble.

Suker could contribute some influence, but dragging him into it was impossible!

The interest groups behind him would not agree either!

A professional player's job is to play well and maintain his condition in his spare time.

These are the most basic things.

Recently, Suker has indeed been entangled in trivia, constantly calling on people to increase his protective shield, but because of this, Suker's training plan has fallen behind a bit.

Suker is not the kind of person who lets things slide and doesn't care.

If it couldn't be done according to plan, then make it up!

To this end, Suker, at the suggestion of his personal coaching team, changed his training content and increased some training targets.

Suker could consistently complete training volumes that ordinary people could not handle.

Even his private coaching team exclaimed that he was a physical freak.

Under the scorching sun, Suker trained shirtless, wearing an oxygen-restricting mask.

His shorts were rolled up and tucked into his briefs, revealing full, shapely, streamlined thigh muscles that vibrated happily with his movements.

Bronze skin streamed with sweat under the scorching sun, as if smeared with copper oil, further enhancing his masculine aura.

Suker dribbled the ball, performing dribbling drills beneath the flagpoles.

His brows furrowed occasionally, and the changing rhythm of his chest rising and falling clearly showed that he was also struggling immensely.

But he still persevered, constantly trying again and again.

On the sidelines, under a sun umbrella, two lounge chairs were placed.

Zorancic and Sukic sat in the lounge chairs, each holding a bottle of drink and gulping it down.

Sukic held the drink bottle with both hands, sipping the liquid through a straw, sitting on the edge of the lounge chair with his short legs dangling, swinging back and forth.

After drinking the sweet 'fruit juice drink,' he happily burped.

"Isn't Dad tired? This kind of training is so boring!" Sukic said.

Zorancic: "Of course he's tired, but this is his job. Among tens of millions of players, do you think it's easy to achieve the title of the best active player?"

"Dad lives such a tiring life! I don't like this kind of life!"

Sukic loved playing football, but he loved the feeling of playing football. He couldn't stick with this kind of boring training for more than a few times.

He was the same at the football school.

He had never suffered hardships, nor did he have Suker's perseverance.

Moreover, he was also very clear that even if he did nothing his whole life, his awesome father could still raise him very well.

Zorancic turned to look at Sukic and couldn't help but smile.

Suker and Sukic were different.

At Sukic's age, Suker was probably still dodging wars, dealing with death every day, and fighting with wild dogs for food.

Such an environment forged Suker's stubborn personality.

Zorancic believed that Suker's values were problematic, sometimes overly extreme.

But everyone has their own personality, and he couldn't say much.

As for Sukic, he certainly had talent.

But he didn't think Sukic could succeed, or succeed like Suker.

For Sukic's future, if he became a professional player and could play in the Big Five Leagues, that would already be considered a success.

Moreover, Suker didn't demand the so-called 'like father, like son,' so he wouldn't overly push Sukic.

Just like now, his father was training hard, and Sukic was sitting next to him, drinking a beverage.

"Is that fruit juice?"

Zorancic turned his head, watching Sukic constantly burping, like a little rooster.

Sukic twisted his body, hid the drink bottle next to him, and blinked, "Yes! Watermelon juice!"

"Watermelon juice that comes out black?"

"Black watermelon!"

"...Is it a cola brand?"

Sukic chuckled twice, and his little expression made Zorancic unable to help but laugh out loud.

"Drink it quickly, don't let Suker find out!"

"No problem!"

Sukic immediately made an OK gesture, opened the lid, and guzzled it down in one gulp, then let out a long burp.

Burp~~~~~~

"Is cola good?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Sukic was startled.

Burp~~ Burp~~ Burp?

Suker stood next to Sukic, his chest still rising and falling, clearly trying to calm his breathing.

"Drink less cola!"

Sukic nodded frantically:

"Burp~~!"

The little guy immediately covered his mouth.

"Here you go!" Zorancic handed the towel to Suker.

"Thanks!"

Suker wiped the sweat from his body with the towel and exhaled, "I feel like my condition is gradually recovering."

Zorancic grinned; "Have you been training too intensely lately!"

"This is training according to the team's requirements," Suker emphasized, "Scientific training!"

This intensity of training, does it even relate to science?

However, Suker's recovery ability was extraordinary, so he didn't dwell on it.

"Several brand endorsement contracts are expiring soon, and they want to extend them."

Listening to Zorancic, Suker turned, "You agreed?"

"How could I!" Zorancic laughed; "Back then, you had two Ballon d'Ors, and now you're almost at your fifth. The price can't be the same as before."

"Can they accept that?" Suker asked.

Currently, Sukic's various endorsements are almost all record-breaking.

It could be said that those brands wishing to renew with Suker, if they didn't intend to 'break records,' then negotiations were basically out of the question.

"If they don't accept, there are plenty of brands that will!"

The two walked into the villa while talking.

"Alright then, you handle the negotiations; I won't bother with it!"

Suker was already used to being a hands-off boss. He had worked with Zorancic for so many years; if the guy wanted to trick him, he would have done so long ago.

Of course, it's not to say that this guy doesn't make any extra money, but these things won't have much impact on Suker, and Suker will just turn a blind eye to the other party's blackmail.

Going upstairs, Suker rinsed himself in the bathroom.

It's still very refreshing to take a cold shower in summer.

When he changed into dry clothes and went downstairs, he immediately felt refreshed.

Woof!

Luna ran over, wagging her tail frantically with a branch in her mouth.

It was as if she was saying,

'I want to go out and play!'

Suker grinned.

No choice, he took the leash, put it on, and prepared to walk the dog.

Dogs have too much energy; if you don't walk them, they will really tear the house apart!

And it was his house that was being torn apart, after all, she used to sleep with Luna when she was little.

On the lawn, Luna was running wild.

There were not many people around, so Suker confidently let Luna play, while he sat on a nearby bench and scrolled on his phone.

His phone had finally evolved into a smartphone.

In the past, brick phones were only for making calls and sending texts, with only some simple functions. Suker had to carry a laptop if he wanted to go online.

But now with a smartphone, it was much more convenient.

Suker first glanced at various football reports.

Currently, the most talked about team was Bayern Munich.

After Cristiano Ronaldo and Alonso joined, Bayern Munich's strength soared, becoming the most watched club at the moment.

However, these guys at Bayern didn't have a business mind; they still conducted closed-door training like before.

If it were Real Madrid, they could create hype from even the smallest news, using reports to generate buzz, and then combining it with commercial output.

However, Cristiano Ronaldo's joining was a big deal after all.

Bayern Munich wanted to keep it under wraps, but under the relentless pursuit of the German media, some news was still revealed.

For example…

"Ronaldo in Excellent Training Form in Early Days of Joining!"

"Guardiola Praises Ronaldo's Finishing Ability!"

"Bayern Munich's New Wingers, More Impactful!"

"Robben States He Needs More Tactical Resources!"

"Alonso + Ronaldo, Excellent Performance!"

Suker took a quick look; Cristiano Ronaldo was doing very well at Bayern Munich.

No choice, he was bought for 100 million pounds, so he was meant to be used as the attacking core.

Even if Robben had some complaints, there was nothing he could do; it was the decision of the higher-ups.

They certainly couldn't let that 100 million pounds go to waste.

However, the combination of Guardiola + Ronaldo was quite novel.

It's unknown what kind of matches they will play.

But undeniably, with Cristiano Ronaldo and Guardiola, Bayern Munich's strength has risen to another level, even enough to largely threaten Real Madrid.

Suker continued to scroll through the news, and just then, a voice rang out.

"Suker?"

Suker looked up and saw Casemiro running, holding a dog leash in his hand, with a Labrador at the other end.

"Walking the dog?"

Suker asked, looking up.

Casemiro smiled shyly: "Yes! What are you doing here?"

Suker pointed to Luna, who was running wildly in the distance.

"I'm also walking the dog!"

"What a big dog!" Casemiro blinked.

His Labrador was 2 years old and already considered an adult dog, but compared to Luna, it was still too small.

Luna was a Bordeaux dog; her size was as big as a small calf!

Panting! Panting! Panting!

Luna turned her head and ran wildly towards the two of them.

The way she ran scared the Labrador so much that it tucked its tail between its legs.

Casemiro was also startled.

"Stop!"

Suker shouted loudly.

Luna quickly braked.

Suker walked over, gripping the leash. He patted Luna's head, and the dog obediently raised her head, allowing Suker to attach the leash.

Woof woof!

Luna barked madly!

"Your dog is so big!" Casemiro didn't know what to say and could only say awkwardly.

Suker nodded: "Let's go, let's walk the dogs together."

"Together?"

Casemiro didn't want to walk the dog together.

Mainly, he wasn't that familiar with Suker yet, and Suker put too much pressure on him.

The two dogs walked ahead, with Suker and Casemiro walking side by side, holding the leashes.

Suker casually asked, "How are you adapting?"

"I feel pretty good!" Casemiro quickly said.

Suker turned his head; "Are you satisfied with just this?"

Casemiro pursed his lips; "Shouldn't I be satisfied?"

Suker: "What are you here for?"

"To play football, of course!"

"Never thought of being a starting player?"

"Starter?" Casemiro was stunned for a moment.

He had indeed thought about it, but he had just joined Real Madrid, and after training, he could clearly see the gap.

Suker: "Physical training is over; ball training starts tomorrow. Perform well!"

After a pause, Suker added: "I have high hopes for you!"

Hearing this, Casemiro looked at Suker in surprise.

"You've seen me play?"

Suker casually said; "I guess I have."

You either have or you haven't!

What does 'I guess I have' mean?

Suker wasn't sure what level Casemiro was at currently, but he knew that later Casemiro would be fully capable of handling the comprehensive defensive midfielder role.

In the original timeline, although Casemiro was promoted to the first team by Mourinho, it was Zidane who truly helped him rise to prominence.

During this period, he would also be loaned out for development!

Suker wasn't sure about Casemiro's future trajectory, as it had already been disrupted.

He might be loaned out, or he might be kept by Real Madrid for training.

This would depend on Mourinho's choice!

Of course, the best option would be to loan Casemiro out for development, and then bring him back once he matured.

That's how it was done in the original timeline!

However, judging from the recent training patterns, Mourinho might activate Casemiro prematurely.

The reason was simple: Mourinho wanted to have more of his own people in the first team.

Although Casemiro was with Suker in the locker room.

But Suker also knew that based on Mourinho's grace of promotion, this guy, like Srna, was considered Mourinho's disciple, and thus Mourinho's man.

Recently, the club had been giving Mourinho a hard time, which also made the latter feel a sense of crisis.

In order to expand his influence in the first team, he would activate Casemiro early, which would give him more say in the locker room.

The Real Madrid locker room now formed a very subtle situation.

Suker and Casillas, working together, could hold Mourinho to a draw.

But separated, it was Mourinho's suppression!

Especially Casillas, who had been continuously broken down by Mourinho.

From being like a rootless duckweed when he first arrived at Real Madrid.

Now, he held the most sway in the locker room. Mourinho's methods were truly formidable.

Disregarding the process and just looking at the result, this guy had still achieved some of his goals.

However, Mourinho's overly aggressive methods had also led to the situation becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

Suker and Casemiro chatted on and off.

Suker wasn't a child; he wouldn't ask childish questions like, 'If Mourinho and I fall out, who would you help?'

From beginning to end, Casemiro would not enter Suker's core circle.

Casemiro was a good teammate and a good working partner!

But he wouldn't stand with Suker against a common enemy!

At least not on the issue of Mourinho.

Suker had a clear understanding of this.

"This is it, I should go!"

Casemiro watched Suker's retreating figure.

Suker was very good to him, always encouraging him, and always helping him.

But there seemed to be a barrier between them that could never be crossed.

He had seen Suker's interactions with Kaka; that was what true friendship looked like.

But Suker's attitude towards him was more professional.

It wasn't that he was guarding against him, but he wouldn't share too many things with him.

Of course, he believed Suker was willing to help him.

But this help was also based on a 'professional' foundation.

Casemiro scratched his head.

"It's so complicated!"

He felt that this place was completely different from the football clubs he had been in before.