Boas, Astonishing the World! Tottenham Must Have Him!

Hilder opened the computer on the desk in front of him.

He skillfully logged onto Google!

After typing in Boca Juniors, sure enough, photos and videos from the Argentine Primera División Superclásico that had just ended appeared on the screen.

Yet every single photo in those reports had only one protagonist.

Black hair, sharply defined features.

Hilder opened a video.

In it, Su Bai accelerated past an opponent on the outside before suddenly cutting inside and firing a shot.

Just one look at it

left Hilder stunned.

"Go!"

"Go get Villas-Boas, now!"

Villas-Boas!

Tottenham Hotspur's current head coach.

Born in 1977, he was only thirty-six years old.

He had arrived at Tottenham Hotspur in July 2012.

During the 2012–2013 season, his superb management of Spurs helped the team defeat traditional powerhouses such as Manchester United, Manchester City, Chelsea, Liverpool, and Arsenal. Gareth Bale also made tremendous progress that season, becoming the star of the summer transfer market, while Villas-Boas himself won Coach of the Month twice.

He had also become the youngest UEFA Europa League-winning manager in Europe during his time at Porto.

All that acclaim had filled Villas-Boas with confidence when he came to Spurs, planning to spend three years taking Tottenham Hotspur to the pinnacle of Europe.

But!

That dream had been shattered after the end of last season.

During Gareth Bale's transfer, Villas-Boas had fallen out with the club.

Not only had the stingy Spurs failed to use the enormous transfer fee from Bale to bring in a single genuinely capable star, they had even gone to Argentina to find some so-called River Plate prodigy just to placate him.

Romero?

When Villas-Boas heard that name, he had actually laughed out loud.

His one true core, Gareth Bale, had been traded for a Romero?

Villas-Boas had been in his office studying Tottenham Hotspur's tactical setup for the new season when he was suddenly summoned to Hilder's room.

To be honest, Villas-Boas felt nothing but disgust and hatred toward Hilder.

When he entered Hilder's office, Villas-Boas sat across from him with a cold expression.

"Villas, you still have that rotten temper. Selling Bale wasn't my decision alone. I want Tottenham Hotspur to reach the top of Europe too, but even if Bale had stayed, did you really think we had a chance?"

Hearing Hilder's words, Villas-Boas could only sigh helplessly.

Hilder was telling the truth.

Though Tottenham Hotspur was a traditional Premier League powerhouse, they were not truly a giant club.

In this age of money-driven football, simply securing a place in the UEFA Europa League was already difficult enough for Spurs.

"Fine, Hilder. What is it? I'm very busy."

With a sigh, the dispirited Villas-Boas finally asked.

Normally, Hilder never had time to seek him out.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot the important matter!"

"Quick, Villas, take a look. Hanks found a Bale in Argentina!"

Bale?

These days, just hearing Bale's name made Villas-Boas feel like he was about to have an episode.

"If Argentina had a player like Bale, would I not know about it?"

Villas-Boas did not believe Hilder's nonsense.

If there really were a player with talent comparable to Bale's, forget Tottenham Hotspur—even Manchester United might not be able to buy him.

How shrewd were Argentine clubs?

If they had a prospect like Bale, would they not show him off to the entire world?

But!

The moment Villas-Boas's eyes landed on the image on the screen, he could no longer look away.

He saw scene after scene that left him utterly incredulous.

In the video, that sixteen-year-old kid was like a tank.

And it was the kind of super tank fitted with a Bugatti Veyron engine.

The kind that smashed through everything down the flank before cutting inside in a jaw-dropping fashion.

Most terrifying of all was this guy's shooting.

Every shot he took was as fierce as a cannonball fired from a heavy gun.

"Th-this guy... this guy's talent is unbelievable. Buy him!"

"Buy him, and I can push for a Champions League spot this season. No, I can even dare to dream about the Premier League title!"

"Hurry! Don't let anyone else snatch him away. Buy him!"

"Buy him no matter the price! Tottenham Hotspur's wings need him!"

Boas stared at the footage with fanatic eyes.

As a title-winning coach, what Boas saw was more than Su Bai's series of insane goals.

What he saw was an entire tactical system that could be built around Su Bai.

Most frightening of all, the guy before him was a monster equally proficient with both feet.

His thunderous shots were not limited to his left foot; his right foot was just as terrifying.

He could play on either flank, and with Luka Modric supplying pinpoint passes through the middle, Boas was already imagining how many crazy goals Su Bai would bring to Tottenham Hotspur in the Premier League.

Hilder smiled smugly as he watched Boas lose himself in excitement.

He immediately picked up the phone and called Hanks, who was still in Argentina.

At that moment!

Su Bai was sitting across from a somewhat awkward Hanks, playing on his phone.

"Su, don't worry. Tottenham Hotspur is very efficient! I believe you can have a wonderful future there!"

Just as Hanks was struggling to keep the conversation going, he finally received Hilder's call.

"See, Su? As your Chinese saying goes, speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives!"

He answered the phone with a smile.

"Hanks, sign him, no matter the price!"

"Yes, Mr. Hilder, but Su wants to know whether he'll be able to play, and about his work permit."

"A player like him can absolutely take one of Tottenham Hotspur's genius clause slots!"

"Hanks, sign him. If you can't get it done, don't bother coming back!"

After saying that, Sheldon hung up.

Looking at Boas, who was still engrossed in watching Su Bai's match footage, Sheldon gestured for his assistant to pour the young Tottenham Hotspur manager a cup of coffee and let him take his time.

At that moment!

The two partners whose relationship had fractured over Gareth Bale's transfer seemed to reconcile as Su Bai's arrival drew near.

"Su, you heard that, right? Tottenham Hotspur will guarantee your playing time! We can put all of that into the contract!"

"Tottenham Hotspur needs you."

Hanks continued trying to persuade Su Bai earnestly.

But at that moment, Su Bai's phone rang.

He took out his phone.

The caller was his nominal father?

Su Bai gestured apologetically to Hanks before answering it.

"Xiaobai, why didn't you renew your contract with Boca Juniors? A lot of newspapers and TV stations here are saying that now that you've made it, you don't want to renew with Boca Juniors. They're all saying that we Chinese descendants don't know how to be grateful."

The moment Su Bai heard his nominal father's words, he thought of Carl Vannu, who had seemed so friendly yesterday!

It had to be that guy!

Unable to handle him himself, he had started looking for other ways?

"Dad, don't worry about it. I'll handle it myself!"

"Alright, Xiaobai. You're grown up now. You can make your own decisions. I've already stopped my sponsorship of Boca Juniors."

With that, Su Bai's nominal father hung up directly.

Hanks, who had been confidently waiting for Su Bai's response, panicked.

Although he could not understand Chinese, Su Bai's expression clearly told him something was wrong.

"Sorry, Mr. Hanks, I have something to take care of. Let's talk another time!"

Just as expected!

That kid vanished right before his eyes.

Hanks remembered Hilder's final words: if he failed to sign Su Bai, there was no need for him to come back.

This was bad.

He really was stuck in Argentina now!

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