Almighty Coach

AP Training Center.

"Okay, this group is done, let's take a rest first." The coach picked up the towel, wiped the sweat from his head, and walked away with a cold face.

Philip sat on the stool, gasping for breath, and his eyes were full of helplessness. He had already felt the indifference from the coach, which was completely different from when he just came to the AP training center Two experiences.

Philip still remembers that when he first came to lead the AP training center, every coach was very enthusiastic about him, and the AP training center even held a small welcome meeting for him. But now, when the coaches face him, they are more coping and perfunctory. Philip can clearly feel this.

Indeed, Philip's results are really disappointing, at least those coaches who train him will feel that their hard work has not been rewarded.

This is like a certain teacher who meets a very talented student. The teacher spends a lot of time on this student, gives him a small lesson, and tries his best to train this student, hoping that this student can become a talent in the future. However, this student's academic performance is getting worse and worse, and even regressed to become the last one. Then the teacher who trained him will definitely feel disappointed, and the original patience for this student will gradually disappear without a trace. An emotion of expectation can even turn into a feeling of disgust.

The same goes for being a coach. When Philip first came to the AP training center, all the coaches had great expectations for him. They hoped that Philip could enter the Olympic Games and create glory again. So at that time, the coaches also gave Philip the greatest care and patience. .

However, Philip's grades continued to decline like a free fall. As a coach, while he was dissatisfied, he also felt a kind of pressure. This kind of pressure would make the coach work harder.

However, who would choose to continue to persevere when hard work has not been rewarded?

The patience of the coaches was gradually worn away, and Philip's results were still lacklustre, so some coaches chose to give up. They no longer treated Philip as attentively as before, and they would no longer care about Philip as much. The training has also become a kind of indifferent coping, just like a worker standing on an assembly line as numb.

Philip didn't like this feeling very much. At this time, he was eager to leave here as soon as possible and return to his home, which would give him a more sense of security.

At this moment, the phone rang, and it was Steven calling.

"He should be negotiating a sponsor in Oakland now, right? Could it be that this sponsor has been negotiated?" Philip felt a little joy in his heart, and then he picked up the phone.

"This time the sponsorship is negotiated?" Philip asked.

"No! What shit sponsors, they want you to cut the ribbon for a pizza shop, and then the stingy boss is only willing to give you 1,000 yuan as an appearance fee, of which 500 yuan is in the form of pizza shop vouchers, go Fucking vouchers, who wants to eat his pizza, that's an insult! Well, let's not talk about sponsors, can you find today's "Sports Today" there?" Steven asked road.

"Should it be possible? What's the matter?" Philip asked.

"Look, we were sold out by the AP Training Center!" Steven said dejectedly.

...

Dai Li picked up a copy of "Sports Today", and another report about Philip appeared on it. A paragraph of it reads as follows:

"...We specifically interviewed the AP Training Center's training hall in Los Angeles. A coach who did not want to be named said that Barron Philip did not devote himself wholeheartedly to daily training, which is also the main reason for his decline in performance. ..."

Seeing this passage, Dai Li also looked a little unnatural.

"How can they say that. Barron has been with me for two years, I know him, he is definitely not the kind of guy who slackens in training! He has no feet, and he has to wear a pair of prosthetics to train, which is more normal than us. It was a lot of hard work and a lot of pain, but he still persevered! He paid more than others." Dai Li said.

"Can't you see it? This is just an excuse deliberately made by the AP training center to shirk responsibility." Blake next to him made a helpless gesture, and then said: "People in the AP training center can't tell the media that they The training level is not as good as ours, so Philip's performance will decline! They can only find another excuse and shift the responsibility to others."

"But they might ruin Philip by saying that. It's a lie!" Dai Li said a little excitedly.

"Even if it's a lie, for the AP training center, this is the 'truth' they want to see!" Blake raised his legs expressionlessly, and then said: "You may think it's despicable to do so , but if you think about it in another way, AP Training Center can minimize their losses by doing this. Indeed, it is wrong to do so in terms of morality, but it is not a problem in terms of business management. I think if you change If I were to face this situation, I might choose this way of coping."

"I understand that talking about business in business is a very stupid thing to talk about morality with businessmen." Although Dai Li said that, his tone was full of resentment.

Blake changed the subject: "Okay, stop complaining about Philip. He is an adult and should be responsible for his own decisions, whether the results are good or bad. As for you, your focus now should be Put it on Kevin Taylor, his next opponent should be determined, right?"

"Not yet." Dai Li shook his head, and continued: "Taylor hopes to challenge Highfield and regain the WBA heavyweight gold belt, but Highfield is very cunning, and he has been looking for excuses to avoid the fight."

Blake thought for a few seconds, and then answered: "If you want to facilitate this match, you still have to start with the WBA. Naturally, Highfield doesn't want to lose the gold belt, but the WBA should be very happy to see Taylor challenge Highfield. The grievances between these two people can attract the attention of the world without any hype. For the WBA, this match is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and they will definitely make this money."

...

"Hayfield, the WBA rejected your match against Mayo." The manager's voice was full of helplessness.

"Why? Didn't we negotiate with Mayo two months ago? He challenged me. We will play a game, and the game prize money will be split 50-50. This will allow me to not have to worry about it for many months. About the game." Highfield asked, frowning.

"The WBA has arranged another opponent for Mayo, so at the same time, he can't challenge you." The agent said.

"Then change the plan, go to Bruno, or go to Hayes, let them come and play a game with me, at worst, the game prize money will be divided according to 50-50." Highfield continued.

The agent shook his head: "It's impossible for these two people. In the new schedule just announced by the WBA, Bruno's next opponent is Hayes. The time is too tight, and they have no way to challenge you."

"Damn it!" Highfield cursed angrily.

"Hayfield, this is obviously the WBA's tricks behind the scenes. They want you to fight Taylor. The grievances between you and Taylor can attract the attention of the world without any hype. This is also true for the WBA. It means hundreds of millions of dollars in income. For this, they can use all means to prevent other challengers from challenging you. So this time, you are probably inevitable, and you have to fight Taylor. I think all Audiences around the world will also be looking forward to this game." The manager said.

"Maybe they want to see that my other ear was also bitten by Taylor!" Highfield pouted. He didn't want to accept Taylor's challenge at all, but he couldn't help but bow his head when facing the WBA.

"Okay, I can go and fight Taylor, but I have a condition, if I lose, the WBA heavyweight belt goes to him, and if I win, his WBO and IBF heavyweight belts go to him. Me!" Highfield said.

"You want to bring in both the WBO and the IBF, and engage in a battle for the heavyweight gold belt of the three major alliances! Oh my god, this is so exciting!" The brokerage department exclaimed involuntarily.

Each of the world's four major boxing leagues has massive resources. If three of them jointly hold a match and put all the resources they control into it, the momentum they create will definitely attract the attention of the world. The agent can even imagine an appearance fee of 20 to 30 million yuan, a game bonus of over 100 million yuan, and a huge amount of advertising revenue.

"If the three major leagues are really jointly organized, we can earn 100 million in this game!" The agent became excited when he thought of money, as if he saw the agent's share of more than ten million dollars.

...

In the empty villa, Philip sat alone by the swimming pool, staring at the sky in a daze.

On the small table next to it, there was less than one-fifth of the red wine in the wine glass, and beside the wine glass was a thick stack of documents, all of which were tables and figures.

Philip turned his head to look at the pile of documents, and felt much more at ease.

This is the annual report just sent to Philip by the financial advisor. The figures on it show that the income from financial management in the past year was not bad.

"In the past two years, I have also made a lot of money!" Philip picked up the glass, drank it, and turned his gaze from the swimming pool to the main building of the villa.

This mansion cost him 3 million U.S. dollars. Although the facilities are luxurious, the price is a bit expensive. Housing prices in Los Angeles are relatively high. The same luxury house, if it is not on the west coast of the United States, the price will be much cheaper.

"If it was me in the past, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to pay the real estate tax for this house!" Philip recalled his most difficult time, and a feeling of happiness suddenly surged in his heart. Compared with the days of eating relief money in the past, it is like living in heaven now.

"I lost my legs on the battlefield, but God compensated me for my talent as an athlete. Now, God probably thinks that the compensation given to me is enough, so I want to take this talent back. From nothing to what I am now, In fact, I should be satisfied too, thank God!" Philip put down his glass, drunk, he took out his phone, opened his Twitter, and entered the following paragraph:

"I'm planning to retire..."