Chivu Flew into a Rage and Flipped the Table! I'm Asking Mr. Moratti to Settle This!
Chivu is having a lot of headaches lately!
Chivu is feeling very bad as he watches Inter Milan key players leave one by one, and it's only a matter of time before the remaining players are officially announced to be joining other teams.
He immediately ended his vacation, flew back to Milan from his native Romania, and drove to the club's office building.
"Oh, what brings you here?"
Ausilio looked at Chivu in surprise.
The sports director was busy handling transfer matters, holding a mobile phone in his left hand and clicking the mouse with his right, his cheek tilted to the side, and a landline phone tucked between his shoulder and arm.
Information kept popping up on four mobile phones, a landline kept ringing, and inquiry emails were flying in like snowflakes on the computer in front of me.
Chivu cut to the chase, asking, "Mr. Ausilio, we've sold so many players. If we don't bring in new signings, we might not qualify for the UEFA Champions League next season." He phrased it tactfully.
Ausilio looked Chivu up and down, considered his options for a moment, and then replied:
"Mr. Thohir's instructions to me were: sell people first, then buy people."
"We've already sold so many, we can buy people now!" Chivu exclaimed in surprise.
"Don't worry, we haven't sold everything yet. Once we have, I'll immediately start bringing in reinforcements. Don't fret." Ausilio smiled calmly, looking completely confident.
Chivu was taken aback and immediately gasped.
Not sold out yet?
You've dug up an entire central axis!
Forwards, attacking midfielders, defensive midfielders, center-backs, and goalkeepers are all leaving; are you trying to dismantle the entire Inter Milan team?
One Icardi isn't enough for you? As the sporting director, you're being way too greedy!
Chivu was furious and slammed his fist on Ausilio's table with a thud.
The punch landed so suddenly that it startled Ausilio, and a trophy on the table also tipped over.
Ausilio received the award for Best Sporting Director for the 2014-2015 season, which is this season, officially presented by the Serie A league.
Ausilio, his face grim, lifted the crystal trophy he valued highly.
I don't know if the Serie A league is too stingy, but the trophy isn't of very good quality. After being shaken by Chivu, the trophy and its base separated into two halves.
"What do you want from me?" Ausilio asked, barely suppressing his anger.
"I want to speak with Chairman Thohir!" Chivu said coldly, wanting to know what the chairman was really planning.
"Go ahead and hit me! Your hand is on my body, what can I do about it?"
Ausilio gently pushed the table with one hand, and his office chair slid back a meter. He crossed his legs, creating distance between himself and Chivu.
"Give me your phone number," Chivu said, his tone still icy.
"Why should I tell you, what a joke," Ausilio snorted, no longer bothering with Chivu. "Christian, as someone with years of experience as a football executive, I'm telling you, you need to know your place!"
"You're just a junior first-team coach, not part of Inter Milan's management. The club's operations—especially player transfers—are none of your business."
"As for our chairman, Mr. Thohir, he's very busy. He has hundreds of millions of dollars worth of deals to discuss in the United States every day. He doesn't have time to deal with you."
Ausilio felt his authority at the club was being challenged.
He tried to use a cold tone to discourage Chivu, an ordinary first-team coach.
But to his surprise, his words completely enraged Chivu.
Chivu's face flushed red. He leaped onto the table in front of Ausilio, sat cross-legged on it, bent over, stretched his head over, lifted the long hair on Ausilio's head, revealing a chilling pink scar, and shoved it into Ausilio's eyes.
"Damn it, can you see this knife wound on my head?!"
"Back in the day, I broke my skull on the field while playing for Inter Milan, I almost died!"
"It was Mr. Moratti who brought in the best doctor from United States to perform the scalpel surgery, which not only saved my life but also allowed me to return to the field and stand on the stage of the UEFA Champions League final!"
"Mr. Moratti said that I am someone who has shed blood for this club, and that I can go to him immediately if anything happens!"
"Who does Thohir think he is! What right does he have to say he's too busy to talk to me!"
Ausilio stood up from his chair and took a step back.
He took a few deep breaths and stared at Chivu.
"Christian, I respect you as an Inter Milan legend, but times have changed. Moratti is no longer the president of Inter Milan. You need to understand that!"
Ausilio looked at Chivu, who had a murderous look on his face, and a thought struck him. He pulled on a drawer and threw a file at Chivu.
"Take a look for yourself!"
When Chivu picked it up and took a look, he was immediately speechless.
This is the audit report issued by Inter Milan's auditing department regarding the responsibility of U19 coach Laino.
The cover prominently displays the words: "[No Reservations]".
As Chivu flipped through the report, the more he read, the more perplexed he became.
The audit of Inter Milan's U19 coach Laino has concluded.
In their words, Laino had no problem.
He was an honest youth team coach who did not accept any bribes from parents during the selection of young players.
"That's utter nonsense!"
Chivu tore the audit report, which bore the official seal of Inter Milan and the electronic signature of Chairman Thohir, to shreds!
Chivu, the former U19 assistant coach, knows perfectly well what that cunning old fox Laino has been up to all these years.
Many talented players missed out on joining Inter Milan's youth team because they couldn't give Laino gifts due to family reasons.
Chivu once lamented that Inter Milan had missed out on countless talented players over the years because of Laino!
He clashed with Laino many times over this issue, and coupled with their disagreements on on-field command, the conflict between the U19 head coach and assistant coach was almost public.
Chivu's offer of a youth team contract to Tang Long without authorization while Laino was away studying at UEFA became the catalyst for their complete falling out.
Chivu had reported the matter to higher authorities before, but considering himself Inter Milan legend, he wasn't afraid of anyone.
However, since Laino is a friend of Mr. Moratti, the club turned a blind eye.
Chivu initially thought the same thing: the club was hesitant to make a move against Laino because of Moratti's influence.
However, in the final stretch of this season, Inter Milan suddenly deviated from the usual procedure and launched an audit of Laino's responsibilities. This initially boosted Chivu's morale, as his continuous whistleblowing proved effective, and he saw a new atmosphere of reform under the management led by Thohir!
In the end, however, this accountability audit turned out to be nothing more than a formality.
Chivu understood that the responsibility for auditing did not fall under the jurisdiction of sporting director Ausilio.
But why was the report in his drawer?
Chivu couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. It seemed that the audit report might not even have been presented to the owner, Thohir, before being intercepted by the sporting director, Ausilio!
Needless to say, there's something fishy going on here, and the biggest fish is Ausilio.
"Go away, you're not welcome here, don't come back!" Ausilio gave him the order to leave.
Chivu walked out of the office, dejected.
Having lost to Laino, he felt a deep sense of crisis.
Chivu is a true Inter Milan player.
At Inter Milan, he not only won every club honor he could in his professional career, but also nearly became disabled due to a skull fracture. He gave his all for Inter Milan without reservation.
In the hearts of Romania, this Serie A powerhouse is their second home!
But where is the style of a top club in Inter Milan now?
After winning the championship, instead of pressing their advantage and adding fuel to the fire, they showed even greater ambition;
On the contrary, the major players are cashing out one after another. How so?
How are we going to play next season?
That damn Ausilio has absolutely no regard for the interests of Inter Milan. To him, this century-old club is just a tool for making money!
The same applies to Indonesian businessman Thohir.
Chivu felt increasingly cold inside as he thought about it.
Milan in July is bathed in sunshine.
Chivu inside the car shivered!
"What on earth is that Indonesian Thohir thinking? Has he gone mad? He's completely unreasonable! I'm going to find Mr. Moratti and make him come back to uphold justice!"
But the thought only flashed through my mind.
If the Moratti family had the financial means, they would never abandon Inter Milan.
Since they've withdrawn, they can't possibly come back.
Chivu's headache was getting worse.
Especially the area where the skull fragments were stitched up after surgery five years ago, the excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, causing him to grimace in the street, his vision to go black, and he had to slam on the brakes and pull over to the side of the road to catch his breath.
He didn't even dare to think about Tang Long leaving, afraid that if he thought about it too much, he would faint immediately!
Compared to other players, Tang Long holds a higher position in Chivu's mind.
Tang Long was a young player he personally recommended to the first team.
Later, Chivu also joined the first team and imparted his rich professional experience to him without reservation.
Tang Long was physically weak, Chivu devised a special physical enhancement plan for him.
Tang Long wanted to practice more, Chivu practiced with him until everyone else had left.
Tang Long wanted detailed information on Icardi's positioning, Chivu even used his connections to obtain video footage of the young Icardi from his coaching friends at La Masia.
In short, Chivu will do his best to fulfill Tang Long's wishes within his capabilities.
Chivu's motivation is simply to cherish talent and polish this rough gem, helping him secure a starting position at Inter Milan and contribute to the club's long-standing success.
Watching Tang Long grow day by day, establish himself in the team, not only win the championship as a core player, but also be selected for the Serie A official best XI this season, Chivu felt sweet and full of a sense of accomplishment in his career.
But right now, let alone keeping Tang Long at Inter Milan.
This time, Chivu has completely offended Ausilio. He's in a terrible predicament, barely able to save himself!
He drove aimlessly through downtown Milan at two in the afternoon.
As they wandered around, they somehow ended up at Tang Long's doorstep.
This apartment was introduced to Tang Long by Chivu.
Disturbed and annoyed, Chivu parked his car, went upstairs, and planned to go to Tang Long's house for a cup of coffee.
When Tang Long rang the doorbell and opened the door, Chivu saw his agent Ronaldo sitting in the living room.
"Oh? Tang's master is here," Ronaldo said with a smile as he walked over. "Come, come, let's discuss this together. Chelsea or Manchester City, where should your good disciple go?"