Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 186

Ruben spoke very emotionally, but Anton, who was sitting across from him, was completely unmoved.

"Do you think you know the truth of the matter?" Anton asked lightly, but emphasized the word "truth".

Ruben raised his head and asked with a straight face: "You think I don't have this ability? Both Gary and I are professional reporters."

"However, you may think that my report is consuming the pain of you and your family! No, that's not the case." At this time, Ruben was eager to convince Anton, "In fact, there are many people in this world. The young people who had the same experience as Lingdi originally had a bright future and a lot of youthful years in front of them, but... most of their families have no hope, so they especially need such encouragement..."

Anton sat across from Ruben, listening calmly to what the other was talking about.

He probably knew how much Ruben knew about Bernard, and to what extent.

"...Mr. Coach, please believe me - I am so involved in this story during this time, I am almost symbiotic with this story - and so on, me and you, and your family, at this moment With exactly the same feelings, we all wish Bernard well!"

This is Ruben's sincere words. When he started tracking the glasses case, he was full of curiosity and skepticism, but he never expected to dig out such a "truth".He was indeed moved by the core of the story and resonated with him. In addition, he did have a similar experience to Anton, which made Ruben make up his mind to make this "story" appear in the newspaper.

Anton was somewhat moved by Ruben's confession—but he just raised his eyebrows, took out a volume of manuscripts from his coat pocket, and handed it to Ruben.

"Then, Mr. Smith, what do you think of the report your newspaper intends to publish?"

Reuben grabbed the manuscript and scanned it.He was very familiar with the beginning of the manuscript, but after seeing it, Ruben was so surprised that he could hardly believe his eyes.

"This... this is fake news!" After reading it, Ruben slapped the manuscript on the table. In a moment of excitement, he forgot to find out how the other party got the manuscript.

Yes, the football press that lives with greenery is a vanity city full of "smoke bombs", fake news and rumors.

"How could it be fake news?" Anton said slowly and deliberately, "I guess this report is modified on the basis of your report, but part of the content is omitted."

Ruben was speechless: the first half of his report revealed the secret of Anton's glasses; but the second half was the real focus of the whole article-the truth about the glasses was also the reason why Anton became a football coach The truth—it's all for Bernard.

However, the "Daily Mail" he was in wanted to publish only the first half of the report, which was completely different from the "story" that Ruben had carefully excavated.This report of being "cut in half" is well-worded, concise but half-concealed, as if this is a "lead.fire.cable", enough to detonate a big secret that shocked the football world.

"Mr. Smith, thanks to my special visit to see you." Anton glanced at the manuscript thrown on the table by Ruben, "If I hadn't talked to you in person, I might have mistakenly thought that you and the senior executives of the "Post" The same, they are all journalists who only care about attracting attention and defrauding the sales of newspapers..."

When Anton said this, Ruben suddenly grabbed the manuscript again and asked excitedly, "How did you get this thing?"

At this moment, Ruben was angry and disappointed: after he submitted the carefully prepared "story" to the editor-in-chief of the newspaper for review, the editor-in-chief affirmed his and Gary's efforts, but suppressed the manuscript, saying that he wanted to find a "suitable story" Timing" published.

Since then, the reporting has been completely out of Reuben's control. He himself has no idea when the story will appear in the newspapers, and what it will look like after it appears in the newspapers.

Thinking of his hard work being ruined by others, Ruben felt like vomiting out a mouthful of old blood.

Anton's voice sounded lazily: "Thanks to you, I finally have some friends in the newspaper industry. They suppressed the publication of this 'fake news', so I came here to meet you."

At this point, Ruben was completely defeated: the "confidentiality clause" he and Mark strictly abided by, and their feelings were applicable to them, and for the high-level, the "confidentiality" obligation was in vain.What an irony that Anton could easily get hold of unpublished manuscripts.

"You, what do you want me to do?" Ruben drooped his head, not daring to look at Anton.

"I want you to stop, forget about this story for a while, stop asking about me and my family in a short period of time, and stop republishing related reports...Unless there are special circumstances, I allow you Make it public." Anton put his glasses back on and stared at Ruben through them.

"Okay——" Ruben's speech no longer had the momentum it used to have, and it was a simple word, but it was said softly.

Besides, the upper echelons of the "Post" had already been taken care of by Anton's "friends", and it was even easier to silence this little guy.

"If I can make a breakthrough in the future, solve the current predicament, and help Bernard wake up, then I can promise you: If you are still willing at that time, I am willing to authorize you to write and report this 'story'." Anton looked at Reuben.

Ruben was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to raise his head and ask, "What?"

Anton smiled self-deprecatingly, and spread his hands together: "So I didn't intend to do this, but I have to admit that you moved me just now."

——When Ruben mentioned the word "empathy", when he mentioned that he "was" an elder brother, the tears that flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes moved Anton.

"I agree with you that this story may be meaningful and may inspire others. But I hope, this is after you have fully understood the 'truth' of the matter."

Ruben looked at Anton blankly: ... Isn't this the truth?

"When that day comes, I hope this story will have a warmer ending." Anton got up, shook hands with Ruben, lifted the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and got up to go out.

Two Portuguese young men at a table in the distance also stood up immediately.

"Goodbye, Mr. Smith." Anton said goodbye to Ruben.Ruben sat on the chair in a daze: this was the first time he met Anton and sat and talked with him, but Ruben felt as if he had known Anton for many years, maybe because he knew too well.

Ruben stayed for a while, then suddenly remembered something, got up quickly, and caught up with Anton at the door of the cafe.

"Anton...Mr. Coach, I want to remind you—"

Just as Ruben was about to speak, the people in the cafe picked up Ruben's badge and gave it out.Ruben was interrupted, and suddenly hesitated to speak.Anton's gray-blue eyes gently watched the tired middle-aged man through the glasses.

After a while, Ruben finally said: "I want to remind you that the paper media circles are all interconnected. The "Post" won't publish the manuscript in your hand just now, but it doesn't mean that other companies won't..."

Anton raised a pair of handsome long eyebrows, and continued to stare at Ruben without saying a word.

"...Especially for someone like you, who looks good on the surface, but has many enemies behind him. Not all the media like you..." Ruben bit the bullet and said this.

Anton nodded: This is the truth.

"So you still have to keep a hand, or imagine that this report has already been sent out, what should your crisis public relations do." Ruben said in a low voice, suddenly feeling a little inappropriate:

Since Anton appeared in English football, he has acted in a tight-knit style.There is no need to remind me of this. Since Anton can "squeeze" this report, he should have considered the issue of crisis public relations.

"Okay, I see. Thank you for reminding me." Anton turned around after he finished speaking. He didn't forget to wave to Ruben until he walked out of the alley. "Thank you for helping me with crisis public relations."

Reuben: ...

He watched the backs of Anton and the two Portuguese brothers disappear into the "night" at four o'clock in the afternoon, and heaved a long sigh, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away.

However, when he thought that Anton himself had promised to be authorized to write the whole story by himself in the future, Ruben's spirit came up again.He put a badge around his neck indiscriminately, then habitually took out his mobile phone, swiped it, and various notifications popped up one after another.One of the most striking ones is:

Zlatan Ibrahimovic announced his move to Sunderland via his Facebook account.

The Sunderland Football Club's public relations department was overwhelmed by Ibrahimovic's arrival.

Because Ibrahimovic himself "unauthorizedly" officially announced the joining, before Sunderland and before Barcelona's official website-this incident caused Sunderland fans to wait and see on the tree for a long time, and they dare not go down the tree .

At this time, the employees of Sunderland's public relations department did not dare to make any comments on this matter: because Martin's negotiations with Raiola and Barcelona have not yet ended, and the formal contract has not yet been signed.When Ibrahimovic came to Sunderland last time, he patronized and fought with Anton, and did not undergo a medical examination.Due to emotion and reason, Sunderland did not dare to "officially announce".

Barcelona must be the same.

It is precisely because the public relations departments of the two clubs shrank their heads and did not dare to respond, so the media finally caught up with Ibrahimovic.

Ibrahimovic replied honestly: "Zlatan's Facebook is the official announcement!"

In his opinion, there was no problem with a transfer deal, and the two clubs had reached an agreement, so what's the point of those boring procedures.So Ibrahimovic simply announced it himself.

Anton was on the train back to Sunderland when he heard about it.He couldn't help smiling, and then sent Martin a text message.

It didn't take long for Sunderland fans to see one of the most "chic" official announcements ever.

Sunderland's official website posted a picture, which is a screenshot of Ibrahimovic's Facebook page, with an arrow drawn next to it, and the accompanying text is only two words: "Official announcement!"

Sunderland fans: Good guy, now we can finally go down the tree.