Prominence in Football Community

In the office of Yang Wenlong's football training class, the dilapidated coffee table was cleared and the takeaway meals were placed. Four people sat around the coffee table, eating and chatting.

The four people present were Gao Zheng, Gao Zheng's mentor Yang Wenlong, Zhao Ju, and Yang Wenlong's friend Guo Wei.

It was said that Gao Zheng "feasted" them, but they never expected that it would be in this kind of place, such a "feast"...

"...I have an idea, old man, let's expand your training class, how about it?" Gao Zheng said suddenly.

Yang Wenlong glared at him: "Why, do you think it's broken again?"

Zhao Ju shrank his neck, because he was afraid that the old man would get angry, and stared with his eyes like a copper bell. When they were playing football under the old man when they were young, as long as the old man stared, no one dared to take a breath.

But there are always exceptions.

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, it's too broken."

"You boy!" Yang Wenlong grabbed the broom habitually, only to find that there was no broom in the room when he was free. Gao Zheng was thrown out of the door when he was cleaning just now——obviously, this kid has been around since then. Prepared in advance.

He still stared at Gao Zheng without catching the broom: "This poor place can support me!"

"That's right, Xiao Gao. Don't look at this place as bad. After you advertised a few times, there are still a lot of students here. Now there are more people learning how to play football here than before..." Guo Wei and Yang Wenlong He is a good friend and also helped Yang Wenlong speak.

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "I know, Uncle Guo, it's definitely no problem to support the old man and his wife. But old man, are you doing this football training class just to support yourself?"

He turned his head to look at his mentor, still with a smile on his face, but his gaze and question were very sharp.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little awkward.

Guo Wei originally wanted to say something to smooth things over, but he has a high EQ who has been walking in the mall all year round, so he naturally knew that this was not the time for him to intervene, so he sat beside him and quietly watched Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong.

Yang Wenlong continued to stare: "Isn't it right to support yourself?"

"Yes, very right. But old man, other people are like this, but you are not." Gao Zheng continued to stare at Yang Wenlong, his attitude seemed almost rude to others.

"You're not the type to take a job just to earn a wage to support yourself."

This time Yang Wenlong continued to stare at Gao Zheng, but did not speak.

"After I went to Milan, why did you come here? Surely it's not because my wife is homesick?"

"I know……"

As soon as Zhao Ju opened his mouth, Yang Wenlong glared at him: "Shut up!"

Director Zhao sat back with his neck shrunk again, not daring to say anything.

"I know that too, old man."

Hearing what Gao Zheng said, Yang Wenlong's murderous eyes turned to Director Zhao again, and Director Zhao, who was sitting upright, quickly waved his hands: "I didn't say that! It's really not..."

Guo Wei also looked at Yang Wenlong curiously. He only met Yang Wenlong after he moved to this city. He didn't know much about Lao Yang's previous experience, because Lao Yang never talked about it in detail.

Lao Yang only told him about Gao Zheng when he asked him for help. Before that, he never knew that the talented boy who went to AC Milan at a young age turned out to be the proud disciple cultivated by Lao Yang.

Faced with Gao Zheng's gaze and Guo Wei's curious gaze, Yang Wenlong was defeated, and he sighed: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I reported two players who changed their age to play in the National Games and offended the leadership." Well. The leader wants grades, I let the leader's grades disappear, and I don't want to admit my mistake, so let's go..."

"Ah, what else is there?" Guo Wei was surprised, it was the first time he heard Lao Yang say that.

In fact, he has always been curious about why a coach who can train such an excellent player as Gao Zheng is reduced to the point of opening a small football training class in this poor place...

Unexpectedly, it was because of offending the local leaders.

"That's what made Director Yang leave our place..." Director Zhao nodded beside him.

"Old man, was the leader who forced you to leave at the beginning surnamed Sun?" Gao Zheng asked.

"It's that grandson!" Director Zhao answered for Yang Wenlong, very aggrieved. "That grandson is now the deputy director of our Sports Bureau. God is so short-sighted. That grandson can be the deputy director..."

"Hehe. This time when I go back, he still wanted to see me, but I refused." Gao Zheng laughed.

Guo Wei was a little worried: "Xiao Gao, you'd better be careful, you are an official no matter how you say it, you don't give others face, be careful if they trip you..."

Before Gao Zheng could say anything, Yang Wenlong, who was next to him, swears first: "Official fart! Can he control Gao Zheng? Gao Zheng plays professional football abroad, and it's not within the system. What did he get? If he really tripped Gao Zheng, that's okay, I'll see how he dies..."

Guo Wei changed his tune again: "It's true, with your fame and status, are you still afraid of the deputy director of the local sports bureau?"

Gao Zheng didn't continue to discuss Director Sun, but said to Yang Wenlong: "I know you're not the kind of person who dawdles, old man, that's why I said whether to expand your football training class? Why did you leave at the beginning?" As a last resort, let’s start over now.”

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "Play well, don't worry about my affairs..."

"It doesn't affect this matter if I play football well. Old man, I'm telling you something serious. Director Zhao and I both know that you have a way of teaching children to play football, but this broken place really makes you unable to use it well. Come on, I don't believe you are so willing to waste time here. Who said that you want to train talents for Chinese football?"

Yang Wenlong was annoyed: "Don't mention Chinese football to me, I've seen more of those shitty things than you!"

Gao Zheng didn't argue with Yang Wenlong, but nodded and said: "Okay, let's not mention Chinese football, even if we don't train talents for Chinese football, teaching children to play is right?"

"Aren't I teaching?"

"How many children can be taught to play football in this place?"

"The place is so big, and I am the only coach. If there are too many, I can't teach."

"Who said you're going to teach here?"

"You kid is getting angry now, where are you going to teach if you don't live here? Do you want to build a football school on the whole piece of land again?"

Gao Zheng waved his hand: "The cost is too high, and I don't want to do it."

"Then what are you going to do?" Yang Wenlong was very surprised.

And not only him, Guo Wei and Zhao Ju were very strange, they stared at Gao Zheng curiously, wanting to know the answer from him.

"I think... Old man, you see that your place usually works for half a day, and the children have to go to school, and no one comes to learn football. That is, there are only people on weekends. Five days a week, this place is wasted. You give it to me for nothing. I want to reorganize the stadium. I usually let those adults who want to play football come and play football, charge them some money, provide them with water and venues, and let them play. Ball. Don't delay your weekend teaching children to play football..."

"That's all you want to pay attention to?" Yang Wenlong looked at Gao Zheng coldly and said.

"Listen to me, old man. I want to set up a football training company, but instead of relying on these two football fields to train children to play football, I want to send grassroots coaches to schools, and go to various elementary schools to cooperate with them to build football. Training classes, use the school's existing venues and students to establish football interest classes. We provide coaches and training facilities to teach elementary school students how to play football..."

Gao Zheng talked about Guo Wei while listening. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but the more he listened, the more absorbed he became. His eyes lit up when he heard this.

"In this way, our investment is less, the cost can be controlled, and we can expand our business. You know, old man, you and I are golden brands. A coach who can train me is willing to go to elementary school to teach children Is the school happy to play football with you? It must be! Are the parents happy? They must be happy, too!"

Guo Wei also stood up at this time to express his support for Gao Zheng: "Xiao Gao's proposal is very thoughtful. It just so happens that the country has begun to pay great attention to campus football, but many of our campus footballs are limited to letting children hold footballs. To the point of doing football exercises, there is a lack of truly professional and systematic talent training. Many schools actually suffer from the fact that they don’t know how to engage in football. They and the professional football training system seem to be two completely unrelated worlds. So I think Xiao Gao’s idea is very good. Whether it is policy or feasibility, there is no problem..."

Yang Wenlong turned his head to look at Guo Wei, a little surprised: "Is he really talking nonsense?"

"Hey, old man, don't underestimate me!"

"I thought you knew how to play football..."

"At any rate, I have seen the world!"

Guo Wei also nodded: "I can tell that this is Xiao Gao's serious thinking, not a whimsical idea. Perhaps Xiao Gao has not studied any market data, nor does he have experience as an entrepreneur, but as a A successful professional player, I believe his intuition must be very accurate."

This time it was Zhao Ju's turn to be surprised. He didn't expect Guo Wei, an entrepreneur, to have such a high evaluation of Zheng Ge's business. In football, no matter what others say about Brother Zheng, he will never be surprised. But he really didn't expect Brother Zheng to have a business mind... Brother Zheng is omnipotent!

Gao Zheng was also very proud: "I'll just say I'm talking about serious things!"

"Old Yang, I think what Xiao Gao said can really be seriously considered. In the early stage, you may need to run by yourself, and you will be tired. But after you get on the right track, you can become the head coach who trains coaches, and the coaches you train will go Various schools serve as youth training coaches..."

"I think it also makes sense. Brother Zheng and Director Yang are the golden signs of this company. You don't even need to advertise. If you say that Brother Zheng was trained by you, everyone will definitely believe in you..." Director Zhao was also beside him. chime in.

But Yang Wenlong shook his head: "I didn't train this kid. Master led him in and cultivated himself. His current achievements have nothing to do with me..."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Gao Zheng retorted. "It wasn't you who kept me here, how can I have today?"

"Then I just led you in..."

"If you hadn't insisted on letting me walk on the ground and not let me rely on my body, I would have such excellent foot skills today? You must know that almost every coach asked me to rely on my body to play football when I saw my size. If I believe them, then I may really have to give up football after my serious injury. What does this mean? It means that you have a unique vision and are good at teaching students according to their aptitude. Besides me, haven’t you also trained many professional players?”

Yang Wenlong heard the word "professional player" and glanced at Zhao Ju, who lowered his head in shame.

"Of course the most important reason is, old man, I know how much you care about teaching children to play football. Although you always scold them, you actually like teaching children how to play football. I think this is more important than anything else." Both are important. If we want to teach children to play football, it is not to make them become professional players in the future, but to make them like football. And this needs a coach who likes to teach them to play football. In my mind, Old man, you are the best one."

Yang Wenlong stopped staring at Gao Zheng with bulging eyes, and fell silent.

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PS, the content of this chapter is the projection of an idea of ​​mine. Gao Zheng's idea is actually my idea.

Even if it is YY, it can be regarded as my thinking about campus football.

We are too short of children who play football. These are the reserve forces of our Chinese football.

But we are even more short of grassroots coaches who teach children to play football. They are hematopoietic. Without enough good youth football coaches, we will not have enough good youth players.

I can't do anything about real football, I can only do a little work on Chinese football according to my own ideas in the world I built...