amazing coach

Chapter 1 Rebirth()

"Doctor, is there still hope? He is only forty years old!"

"Please, doctor, please save Jiang Mu."

"Save my dad."

"Sorry, we have tried our best. Please forgive me and accept the change." The attending doctor packed up the instruments, shook his head, and left the ward.

There was a cry in the ward. The sound was so distant and vague, as if it was coming from tens of millions of light-years away to Jiang Mu's ears lying on the hospital bed.

Jiang Mu wanted to say something, but except for his eyes, no part of him could move. He was like a corpse. Even if he could really speak, he didn't know what to say. He had too much to say. .

Soon, Jiang Mu's eyes stopped moving, and his consciousness slowly separated from his body and drifted away, as if flying toward the endless void, farther and farther away.

As he lay dying, countless thoughts and forty years of experience flashed through Jiang Mu's mind like a movie. Even the memories from his infancy hidden in his subconscious were so vivid.

Jiang Mu's father is a physical education teacher and a football fan. He sent him to the youth team of a club in Beijing since he was a child, hoping that he could realize his football dream. However, Jiang Mu was eliminated during the critical period of entering the professional team. A teammate was maliciously tackled and the ligament was ruptured. In the 1980s, the domestic treatment of ligament strain was very poor. After Jiang Mu recovered from the injury, he also lost the opportunity to become a professional player. Jiang Mu left the team to continue school and made a living with his specialty in football. After being admitted to the University of Foreign Studies, Jiang Mu did not give up his football dream. When he was a college student, he taught himself coaching courses, participated in coaching training classes, obtained a coaching certificate, and led the school team to win the championship in the college league.

After graduation, in order to pursue his football dream, Jiang Mu left the back door and became an assistant coach and translator at the Sangao Football Club. However, in the poor environment of Chinese football, without money or power, he could only be a small assistant coach.

After turning thirty, Jiang Mu began to work hard for a house, a wife, children, and a car. He became a qualified house slave in the capital, completely giving up on his dream. When he was forty, luck fell from the sky, and Jiang Mu got a man who could be independent. He was given the opportunity to coach a youth team, but something went wrong and he was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer.

Jiang Mu's life was a short life, a dull life, a life full of regrets, and a life of accomplishing nothing. He did not live a day according to his own wishes, and he was really unwilling to die like this.

Slowly, all kinds of sounds could no longer be heard. Jiang Mu's consciousness entered a dead and dark vacuum world. His soul was floating above the hospital bed. He saw himself lying on the hospital bed like a corpse and his relatives. My friend cried like a tearful person.

"Am I dead? No! I don't want to die! I want to live! I don't want to leave with such regret."

When he felt that he was about to leave this world forever, a sudden obsession with survival flooded into Jiang Mu's mind. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die with such regret, he was not old yet, he still wanted to live, his football dream It has not been implemented yet.

"I don't want to die!"

This obsession was so strong that Jiang Mu forgot that his body was no longer under his control. His hands fiercely grabbed upwards, just like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw. The world was about to leave him. Suddenly Jiang Mu felt that he could move his palms and grasped something hard. Then his palms hurt. He opened his eyes suddenly. The darkness disappeared, the sunlight reappeared, and then all kinds of noisy familiar sounds The sound entered Jiang Mu's eardrums again.

Looking around, Jiang Mu was shocked. The hospital bed was gone, the relatives and friends around him were gone, and the doctor was gone. He was in a clean and simple small room, a man in his twenties with a little freckles.

The young man was packing his luggage. He knew this young man. He was the assistant coach of the Sangao Football Club. His name was Zhao Guangming. His good friend was later sentenced to ten years for being suspected of match-fixing. After he was released, he became a small businessman.

"Mu Mu, why are you so dazed? Hurry up and pack up and salute. The team bus is waiting for us outside." Zhao Guangming packed his luggage and urged Jiang Mu when he saw that Jiang Mu was still stunned.

"Why are you here? Where are you? I'm not dead?" Jiang Mu asked stupidly.

"You have a fever? What nonsense are you talking about? When you die, you are doing something good for the people. It's just that you, the scourge, won't die for a while. Pack your things quickly. I've had enough here. I have no money, no friends, no entertainment, no women.

." Zhao Guangming patted the packed luggage bag with emotion and said happily.

"Where is this?" Jiang Mu has not yet woken up from this huge change.

"This is the Netherlands, wood, are you pretending to be crazy or are you really crazy?"

"Netherlands?"

Jiang Mu looked around the room. The TV hanging on the wall was turned off. It was showing news in Dutch. He could understand it. He was learning Dutch. On the wall was Van Gogh's famous oil painting "Sunflowers". On the table

Serve with the remaining green salad and cheese.

Jiang Mu took out his wallet, and found that it was not euros or renminbi, but Dutch guilders. Then he looked at the sports news, which was building momentum for the alien Ronaldo to be crowned king of France in 1998. Ah! It turns out that this is the World Cup where Zidane has risen.

It hasn't even started yet.

Jiang Mu hugged his head and was completely stunned.

The biggest fear in the world is the fear of the unknown. At this time, Jiang Mu fell into this fear of the unknown.

Could it be that everything that just happened was a dream? Jiang Mu hurriedly opened his palm and found that there was a small cut in the palm and several drops of blood were flowing out. There was a strange silver ring lying in the palm, which was almost stained red by his blood.

, even if he didn't look carefully, Jiang Mu was absolutely sure that he had never seen such a ring before. He never wore a ring.

"What are you looking at? Who gave the ring? Oh, it must be a gift. Are you in love with a Dutch beauty? Don't think about it. Just have fun. We are going back to China. There are many beauties in the country. Don't waste this ring.

Give it to me."

When Zhao Guangming saw Jiang Mu holding the ring in a daze, he thought he had fallen in love with some Dutch girl and was reluctant to leave.

Jiang Mu didn't want Zhao Guangming to know that the ring had an unknown origin, so he put it on his finger casually. But as soon as the ring was put on his finger, a feeling of flesh and blood connected and integrated with the ring immediately came to his heart. "Blood type confirmation."

"Iris confirmation." "Fingerprint confirmation." "DNA identification confirmation." "Protein molecular identification confirmation. "Inspection completed, please confirm whether to host?" Suddenly a series of unfamiliar voices appeared in Jiang Mu's mind.

"Holy shit!" Jiang Mu screamed. He had just experienced an extremely terrifying thing, and then he woke up and experienced an even more terrifying thing. There was something that could penetrate into his mind and have a conversation with him. Jiang Mu

Mu felt that he was going crazy.

"The inspection is completed, please confirm whether boarding is allowed?" "The inspection is completed, please confirm whether boarding is allowed?"

This sentence has been echoing in Jiang Mu's mind, making Jiang Mu frightened, confused and overwhelmed. He responded with a mantra, "Okay." "Boom!" followed by Jiang Mu's cry.

Okay, without even saying the second half of the sentence, a huge amount of energy and information poured into Jiang Mu's mind instantly. Jiang Mu didn't even pause for a thousandth of a second before he passed out. When Jiang Mu woke up again

, he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Guangming's old face. He wanted to speak, but he felt a splitting headache. He opened his mouth and said nothing. "Don't talk. You are very weak now. The doctor said you need to wake up."

Rest, have a good rest. Li Long and the team members have already left early, but don't worry, I will always fight by your side, care for you like a loved one, and care for you until you recover. Let's go back to China together, Li

Long said that the club will reimburse all the expenses, but what he said is basically like fart." Zhao Guangming said this in a long-winded way. Jiang Mu's eyes were dull, like a dead fish, and he didn't understand what Zhao Guangming was saying at all.

, he was grief-stricken and angry. In fact, what he wanted to say before he fell into coma was "Okay, go to hell." This was his mantra, but before he could finish speaking, tragedy happened and he passed out. "Thank you, Guangming

." Jiang Mu said when the headache got better.

"Why are you so polite? You treat me like an outsider, don't you? We are brothers. If I don't help you, who will help you? Fortunately, the visa will not expire until tomorrow. Let's go back immediately after you have a day off. We have spent enough time in this place. Jinwoyin

The nest is still not as good as our doghouse." Zhao Guangming is a talkative person.

"Okay, then you pour me a glass of water, peel an orange, turn on the TV, turn on the computer... yes, bring me my phone..." Jiang Mu said feebly, but his expression was so wretched that he really couldn't stand Zhao Guangming.

The verbal noise was not noise at all, it was a verbal bomb. "You really treat me as a servant." Zhao Guangming was almost speechless, but for the sake of Jiang Mu's illness, he still followed everything he did.

"That's what you said. We are siblings. What would I do without my hands and feet?" Just as Jiang Mu finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind again, "The energy is insufficient and you cannot self-check. Do you need to replenish energy?

"Insufficient energy, unable to self-check, need to replenish energy? "Insufficient energy, unable to self-check, need to replenish energy?" "Okay, go..." Before Jiang Mu finished his habitual mantra, tragedy happened again.

A feeling of being emptied came from every cell and every inch of the body. Jiang Mu felt as if he had just been passed by hundreds of women, and as if he had run ten marathons. He was so exhausted that he could not even move his mouth, skin, or eyes. His consciousness

It became blurry, and then all sensation disappeared, falling into a deep coma.