Cavagale was one of Spain's top soccer agents. He represented a stable of players, including names like Raul, but Redondo was the one he valued most.
'He's only thirty-one. He's still got years left to play.'
Before Chen Yu could answer, Redondo cut in. "Chen, you don't have to listen to Jinnis. Whatever the verdict is, you can tell me directly. I know what my situation is."
At thirty-one, suffering a major injury like a torn cruciate ligament... he knew all too well what that meant.
Chen Yu paused for a second. 'Well, you're certainly self-aware,' he thought.
'But judging by his tone, is he thinking of giving up?'
'It made sense. A torn cruciate ligament. So many players had been tormented by that one small ligament, only to retire in disappointment. And that was even truer for a veteran like Redondo, who was already past thirty.'
Chen Yu glanced from Redondo to Tawana.
