Chapter 13: Lazio vs Gençlerbirliği... One Minute As Roma?
He was not surprised to see Marco Helder's house.
He had already learned about the financial situation of his family when he investigated Helder.
However, Marco had a problem.
Marco was an Italian.
He had heard that Helder's father was a German.
But Marco didn't speak German.
"I hope there is someone in the family who speaks English…" he sighed.
He knocked on the door.
It was Helder himself who opened the door.
"Here, who were you looking for?" Helder said.
"Well, well… I came for you." said Marco, speaking in English.
Helder showed himself with his hand.
"For me?" he asked.
"Wait, do you know English?"
"Yes, I know. Why would you be surprised? "
"Oh, then my job will be easier." thought Marco.
Helder spoke German, English, Spanish, and French as his native language in his previous life.
He also knew Turkish because his mother was a Turk. He spoke 5 languages without any problems.
It is really important to know the language of football.
If football is universal, if you do not know the language of the country you are going to, you cannot understand the tactics or what is asked of you.
Of course, that was strange for a 12-year-old little boy.
Helder was hiding from his family that he knew Spanish and French.
His father also taught English.
Of course, this was his father's own opinion...
How could he have known that Helder spoke 5 languages like his mother tongue even now?
"Can I talk to your family?" Marco said.
"Of course you're welcome." Helder said.
He invited him inside.
"Sorry to bother you, please." Marco said.
But what is that?
Someone other than Helder's family was sitting there.
Marco's face frowned.
He knew the person sitting there!
And the person sitting there ...
As Roma's chief scout was Roberto.
Roberto smiled when he saw Marco coming.
Because he saw Marco in the Danone Cup semi-final match.
But Marco was so focused on Helder that he had not seen Roberto.
Things were messed up now.
"Oh, welcome, Marco." Roberto said, laughing.
"What are you doing here?" Marco said.
"I'm here for him, why are you here." Roberto said intimidatingly.
Realizing that the atmosphere was getting hot, Helder's father brought Turkish coffee to both of them to soften the atmosphere.
"Calm down, gentlemen…" he continued.
Marco immediately started talking.
"If you send your son to our club, I'll take care of everything. He will live in the facilities of our club and will be able to continue his education without interruption. "
Helder's father scratched his head.
"Anna, what do you think we should do?" he asked his wife.
Anna was calm but upset.
"How can I send my son to Italy when I haven't sent my son to Ankara yet? I don't want a 12-year-old to take on too much responsibility… "
His mother was right for him.
His son was only 12 years old.
Was it okay for a child of that age to go to a different country?
Marco spoke again.
"Make sure you won't find a better club than us."
Roberto kept his calm.
"You know what, Marco?" Roberto said.
"What?" Marco said.
"We've been watching Helder from the very beginning of the Danone Cup. So I did much more than your offer, you can be sure. Roberto said.
"What more can you give than us?" Marco said, a little angry.
"I promise Helder the future, not just the present…" he said calmly.
Roberto was 51 years old, his first striking feature was the whiteness of his hair. But he had noticed something before Marco.
It is also the potential of children in Turkey ...
His father intervened and continued talking.
"Anna, no matter how much we want our son to stay here, it is Helder who will have the last word."
Helder had many plans in mind.
After announcing his retirement in his previous life, Cagliari, an Italian club, made an offer to him.
They were the Italian champions of the 1969-1970 season.
But Helder refused this offer at that time ...
It must be a game of fate, for his 12-year-old version, arch-rivals from the same city in Italy were fighting for him.
He took a deep breath.
"I made up my mind." Helder said.
All eyes turned to him ...