I Am Jose

"If his position is too fluid, it's hard to allow him to perform at his best," José said, furrowing his brow. This was one of his biggest concerns lately. "Whether it's as a second striker, attacking midfielder, or left winger, I believe these are his ideal positions. However, each of these roles comes with different responsibilities. The second striker needs to connect the midfield and attack while also contributing to scoring; the attacking midfielder focuses more on orchestrating the attack. As for the left winger, the focus is on more wide play. I'm confident Ronaldinho could excel in all three positions, but if he keeps drifting between them, it could hurt his development. He's still young, and his future is incredibly bright."

Piri looked at José with a raised eyebrow, then smiled warmly. "You really care about your players," he remarked.

José shrugged, his face betraying only a trace of exhaustion. "He's my player now... If he develops well, Mallorca does well. It's simple. Don't talk about him transferring in a few years. Even when crafting an object, I want to make it perfect. Besides, the better he performs, the more we'll earn from a potential transfer, right? I'm not afraid of giving away some benefit, especially when I believe it will bring significant returns to me."

Piri paused for a moment, absorbing José's words. He then let out a small chuckle. "I didn't expect you to think this clearly... And you're still so young!"

José gave a small laugh. "Money's not endless, and you can't grab all the benefits either. Sometimes thinking about others' gains can bring huge rewards for yourself—nobody's a fool."

The older man nodded repeatedly, now genuinely impressed by José's outlook. "I believe Mallorca's future will be limitless with your vision."

José grinned, clearly pleased with Piri's reaction. His face lit up with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Piri, let's make a bet."

Piri looked up, slightly puzzled. "What kind of bet?"

José gave him a calculating look, his voice casual yet full of intent. "You remember our agreement, right? When Mallorca threatens Real Madrid, you'll leave. Let's bet on that."

Piri frowned, his expression darkening slightly. "Why are we betting on this?"

José laughed, unfazed by Piri's reaction. "I just remembered our old debate about Makélélé's importance to Real Madrid. I still believe he's the key to their success, and if he leaves, Madrid could suffer drastically."