Fang Jue saw Lao Mata's expression change in his eyes, and he could listen to it. He was very pleased. This was all golden words.

"What is the most important thing for a young player?" Fang Jue asked. He did not ask Old Mata, but looked at Little Mata.

"Yes..." Juan Mata hesitated, "It should be possible to play in the game."

"Very right." Fang Jue applauded, "Yes, playing in the game, Juan is nineteen years old now. This age group is the golden age of rising balls. You are important to be able to play in the game."

"My son can definitely play in the game! He is the best!" said Old Mata.

"I admit this one hundred percent about Juan's talent and ability." Fang Jue nodded in agreement, "Otherwise I wouldn't come here today."

Lao Mata nodded. This was the third time this man emphasized this point. His appreciation for his son was obvious and sincere, which made Lao Mata very happy.

As fathers, they like their sons to be recognized and praised. This is human nature, and their children are their greatest pride.

Although Fang Jue is just the head coach of a Spanish Football League second-tier team, he is also a professional coach with a certain status. The praise of such a person is even more useful.

...

"However, one thing that must be mentioned is that in Valencia, Juan needs to face great competitive pressure. I do not deny that he can stand out. However, this is a struggle process. He needs to endure loneliness on the bench first and also needs good opportunities. However, opportunities are difficult to explain." Fang Jue talked happily, "Although I also hope Juan can get more opportunities in Valencia as soon as possible, there is a situation that we have to face, that is, he is likely to spend on the bench in the beginning or even a long time."

"And, another possibility is not ruled out, that is, Valencia will loan Juan Juan out. To be honest, many talented players waste time in the repeated loan process, and the final development results are not satisfactory."

Old Mata opened its mouth, but he didn't say anything after all. He admitted that Fang Jue was telling the truth. It was almost difficult for young Mata to play steadily in Valencia as soon as he came up, and it was more important to start from the bench.

As for being loaned out, it will be even more troublesome. Frequent loans, each loan force players to adapt to new teams and new coaches, which is a great challenge and wasted time for young players.

"So, the question is here." Fang Jue clapped his hands, "As I said just now, the most important thing in this period is to play in the game, and it is obvious that in Valencia, he may not be able to get too much playing time for the time being. Is it right?"

"I understand what you mean, Coach Fang," said Old Mata. "You will definitely say next, my son will be able to get more playing time when joining your team."

He looked at the other party and thought to himself, I can see these two subtle plans clearly.

...

"That's right." Fang Jue nodded, without any embarrassment from seeing through his mind. He was extremely honest because he had a clear conscience.

"This is the fact. I can't guarantee anything else. As long as Juan is not injured and in good condition, he will be able to get a stable playing time. Moreover, I am very confident in his ability and form."

"And, there is another point." Fang Jue continued before the father and son talked, "In my team, there is Deisler, one of the best players in football. I believe that Mata can learn and grow faster by Deisler's side."

"But Valencia also has many outstanding players," said Mata.

"However, those big-name stars in Valencia will squeeze out Juan's playing time, but this kind of worry will not be available on my team. He can get stable playing time and be guided by words and deeds around top players."

Fang Jue clapped his hands, "What I want to say is over, Mr. Mata and Little Juan, you can think carefully."

Although Old Mata listened to Fang Jue's words and admitted that what this guy said was very reasonable, he still subconsciously leaned towards the latter between joining a Spanish Football League second-tier team and joining a giant like Valencia.

"Coach Fang, thank you for coming here in person. We can feel your sincerity, but I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry for it first." Fang Jue said with a smile, "I hope you can discuss it with Juan. Compared to him, he is already an adult. He must have his own ideas about his career development. I think you should ask for his opinion."

After saying that, Fang Jue stood up, "I won't bother you anymore. This is my business card. If you change your mind and choose my team, you can call me. I will turn on the computer 24 hours a day."

After saying that, before Lao Mata took the initiative to ask for a lookout, he reached out to say goodbye to the other party.

...

"Mr. Mata, please believe my sincerity. Although I did come for my team to get an excellent player." Fang Jue said sincerely, "But my words were indeed thought out and considered for Juan Mata."

"Thank you, I understand, I can feel your sincerity." Old Mata also said politely. Without saying anything else, the other party was indeed very sincere and had a good attitude. After saying this, he said goodbye and left without entanglement, and seemed very polite and demeanor.

"Okay, I'll say goodbye first." Fang Jue glanced at the air ticket on the table, "It won't delay you going to the airport, but as long as you haven't signed a contract with Valencia, you can contact me at any time."

After saying that, Fang Jue greeted Xiao Mata, who had been silent, "Little Juan, come on, you will have a great career, no matter where you are."

"Thank you, sir, thank you." Little Mata said excitedly.

This was the first time he heard a head coach admit him so positively. And when he was sent off to cry, the opponent, as the opponent's head coach, was the first to come up to comfort him. Mata was a little moved. This gentleman really valued him very much, very good.

"Speak a little more at the end." Fang Jue said seriously with his expression before leaving Mata's house. "If Juan chooses to join Ibiza, I am sure he will make great progress. Moreover, if he chooses to go to a larger stage in the future, as long as he can negotiate, I will not set up obstacles. This is a promise."

"Thank you." Old Mata said, no matter what, these words and attitudes were said.

This is a polite and humble gentleman.

...

Looking at Fang Jue's back as he left, Xiao Mata looked at his father, "Dad..."

"Let's go to the airport first. What's the matter? Let's talk about it on the way. Time is almost too late." Old Mata interrupted his son. He still tended to go to Valencia in his heart. However, for some reason, the words that the guy said just now have been wandering in his mind, which made him feel a little hesitant about his son going to Valencia for the first time.

Mata looked at his father and sighed in his heart, but said nothing.

Psychologically, he was moved by Fang Jue's words, and, most importantly, he had a good impression of Fang Jue.

"Hurry up, son!" Lao Mata urged his son to put the gift into the trunk and set off quickly.

Little Mata got into the car in a little depressed manner.

Insert the car key and start the car.

Knock.

"What's going on?" Old Mata looked at his watch. It was the guy who was delaying his time and was almost too late to catch the plane. "Son, you go down and take a look."

"Dad, the tires are out of breath." Mata went down and turned around, and shouted when he saw the flat tires.

"What's going on?" Lao Mata became anxious.

"It must be a nail." Little Mata said uncertainly.

"Hurry up and help change the spare tire, son." Old Mata looked at his watch again and said anxiously.

After a long time of busyness, I changed the spare tire.

The father and son drove on the road.

It took less than a few kilometers to drive, and the car had problems again.

"Damn!" Old Mata remembered to slap the horn, "Go down and take a look."

"Dad, the tires here are gone," Mata shouted helplessly.

"Damn!" Old Mata cursed depressedly.

...

The father and son quickly took the gift out of the car, first calling the repair shop to tow the truck, and then when the father hurriedly called the taxi. In foreign countries, taxis usually waited for passengers at fixed locations, or called the taxi directly, rather than stopping the car on the street.

After waiting for about half an hour, the taxi finally arrived.

When the frustrated father and son arrived at Madrid Airport, the flight had already taken off for ten minutes.

"Damn it, I was so lucky today." Old Mata was very depressed.

Then, Old Mata took out his cell phone and called Valencia, saying that he had not caught the plane and had to wait until tomorrow to sign the contract.

The other end of the phone was Valencia head coach Flores. I could hear that the other side of the phone was noisy. Flores was in a bad mood and seemed a little angry. "Abide by time is a basic quality of a person. I don't want to call me when it comes next time. "

Then you can hear someone quarreling next to you, "I said, that's all the transfer budget..."

Old Mata didn't hear more and the phone had already hung up. However, his face immediately became gloomy. He thought of some of the things that the head coach Ibiza had just said, and had more speculations and thoughts.

"?" A voice sounded in the father and son's ears. The two turned their heads to look and saw the head coach Ibiza with a surprised look on his face.

"Have you not got on the plane yet?" Fang Jue asked with a smile. He shook the phone in his hand, "I'm here to pick up someone, but their flight is delayed and I can't come today."
Chapter completed!