amazing coach

(Third update)

Until he got on the plane, Zhao Guangming was still asking Jiang Mu what he did last night like a paparazzi. However, Jiang Mu only said that he was drunk and slept in a bar all night. Others refused to answer and just closed his eyes and fell asleep, leaving Zhao

Guangming was helpless and lamented that Jiang Mu was of the opposite sex and inhumane, even his good friends were deceived.

After sixteen hours of flight, at 8:55 a.m., the plane finally arrived at Beijing International Airport. After walking out of the terminal, Jiang Mu and Zhao Guangming looked up at the sky almost in unison, breathing heavily.

The air, and then hugged each other tightly. At this moment, the two people's hearts were filled with all kinds of complicated and unspeakable emotions.

After waiting for a long time, the family members who picked them up at the airport had not arrived yet. Zhao Guangming looked to see if no one recognized the two of them, and teased Jiang Mu: "Mu Mo, it seems that your reputation is not big enough, and no one knows you."

Jiang Mu saw in his fantasy that thousands of fans came to the airport to pick him up, with countless flowers, and reporters did not appear. He laughed to himself and said: "We are not superstars. What fans like are stars, not coaches. Besides, we are here

Achievements are nothing, he is just the head coach of a second-tier team in a non-mainstream league."

Zhao Guangming was still a little disappointed when he saw Jiang Mu, and couldn't help laughing: "Actually, I think it should be like this. Of course you can't be regarded as a star in Europe, you can only be regarded as a celebrity, but your influence in the country should not be small, but Dutch

There is no live TV broadcast of B’s game, there is a lack of video information, and the fans don’t know you. Don’t worry, reporters will soon break through your door and you won’t even be able to get out.”

"What an influence, we are self-aware... Hey, it seems like a car from your father's workplace is here."

Jiang Mu looked around and saw a Hongqi car overturned. The license plate number belonged to Zhao Guangming's father's employer.

The car stopped next to Jiang Mu and Zhao Guangming, the door opened, and a middle-aged man about forty years old got out of the car. His face was somewhat similar to Zhao Guangming, but he was a little more solemn and a little less.

Oily and smooth.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao." Jiang Mu hurriedly stepped forward and said hello.

"You two brave boys are finally back. Let's see how your father handles you. Get in the car. Your father is in a meeting and asked me to pick you up."

The Zhao and Jiang families have known each other for a long time. Zhao Guangming's father, Zhao Bin, is a section chief of the Land and Resources Bureau of Beijing. Although the section chief in a small city can be considered an official, in Kyoto, the section chief is just a commoner. The Bureau of Land and Resources is in the tenth century.

It was popular after the New Year, but at this time it was just a deserted yamen. Seeing his son return from abroad, although Zhao Bin said he was harsh, in fact he was more relieved.

Jiang Mu's home is in a community developed by the Education Bureau near the Third Ring Road. The house is a welfare house for the work unit. After the housing reform, his parents spent some money to buy it. Now the price of commercial housing in the Third Ring Road has risen to more than 6,000 square meters.

, which made Jiang Mu's father very lucky to have bought the house at that time, otherwise the couple would not be able to afford a house in their lifetime.

Zhao Bin stopped the car next to the community, and Jiang Mu got out of the car with his bag.

Zhao Guangming said: "Mumu, stay with your uncle and aunt at home. I will go and play with you in two days."

"Okay, you should also spend more time with your uncle and aunt. Goodbye, Uncle Zhao."

"Goodbye Komaki."

"Goodbye wood."

Jiang Mu walked quickly into the community with his bag on his back. Looking at the familiar Pigeon Tower, the sky was not so blue, and the air was a little turbid. He felt extremely excited. He took three steps at a time and climbed up to the third floor.

In front of his own door, he took two deep breaths and rang the doorbell.

"who?"

"It's me, Xiao Mu."

The door opened, revealing the kind face of a middle-aged woman. Seeing Jiang Mu, the middle-aged woman burst into tears. She stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang Mu, "Xiao Mu! My son, you are finally back."

Yes! I thought you would never come!"

"No! Mom, never! Even if I go to the end of the world, I will take you and dad with me."

Jiang Mu hugged his mother and his eyes were a little moist. He had lived nearly twenty years longer than himself now, and his mentality had changed a lot, but his understanding of family love was deeper.

Mother Jiang cried for a while, pushed Jiang Mu away, laughed again, looked at her son up and down, and said, "My son is back and has become promising. I should be happy. I'm really an old fool."

"Mom, you are crying with joy. How could you be so old and confused? In my heart, you will always be the best and youngest mother." Jiang Mu comforted his mother with nice words.

"Always the youngest, that's no longer an old monster. Okay, I'll cook, and when your father comes back from school, our family will have a reunion dinner." Jiang's mother was all smiles. She had not smiled for more than a year since her children went abroad.

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"Okay, I'll help mom cook. I learned how to cook in the Netherlands, and I can cook both Chinese and Western food." Jiang Mu was gearing up to prepare, but he missed something.

"I don't need your help, just help with the food. If you don't want to watch TV, just talk to me next to me. International long distance calls are too expensive. I don't know many things about you there." Mother Jiang thought of her son's two days.

I don’t know how much I suffered when I was abroad, and the circles under my eyes became red again.

Mother Jiang knew that her son was coming back, so she bought a lot of good vegetables, as well as sea cucumbers and lobsters that she rarely eats. Jiang Mu was moved and bitter at the same time, and he secretly vowed to make his parents live a prosperous and happy life.

days.

Jiang's mother had prepared a table of food. Jiang Mu's father, Jiang Cangjun, had come back from get off work. Jiang Cangjun was fifty years old this year. He had a square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, while Jiang Mu had a more handsome appearance except for his facial features. Like his mother, she has a delicate figure and appearance, but at heart, father and son are very similar. They are a bit paranoid. They forget about me and me by doing things they like, and they forget to eat and sleep.

Seeing his son who had been abroad for two years, Jiang Cangjun was also very excited, but he did not show it too obviously. He just patted Jiang Mu on the shoulder and said: "You have done a good job in the past two years, which makes me very happy."

Have a face."

Jiang Cangjun took a bottle of Moutai from the study room and said: "Xiao Mu, open the wine. This is the Moutai that I have treasured for 15 years. I originally wanted to drink it when you became a professional player. Now that you have become a professional coach, it can be considered

My dream has been fulfilled, your mother has cooked so many dishes, let’s open it and drink it today.”

Jiang Mu opened the wine bottle and filled a glass for his father and himself. Just as he was about to put the bottle aside, Jiang Cangjun said, "Pour a glass for your mother, too. Today we want to celebrate."

Jiang's mother had high blood pressure and had never drank before. But she was so happy to see her son back today and said, "Pour me half a cup. I want to drink some today."

Mother Jiang poured half a cup for her mother and said, "Mom, you have high blood pressure, so drink less."

Mother Jiang was very happy to see her son being so filial, and said: "If you don't drink once a year, how harmful can it be if you drink it?"

Jiang Cangjun said: "Give your mother a little more. Today is the happiest day for our family."

Jiang Mu added some more wine to his mother, put the bottle under the table, and then waited quietly for his father to speak. During the Spring Festival and various family gatherings, the whole family had to wait for his father to speak before using chopsticks.

"Well, today is the happiest day for our Jiang family. Jiang Mu, the child of the Jiang family, has finally made his mark. He has become a professional football coach and led Alkmaar to the Eredivisie. He has brought glory to our Jiang family. He has also brought glory to us Chinese people, and now we congratulate him."

Jiang Cangjun finished speaking cheerfully and clapped, and Jiang Mu and Jiang's mother also clapped happily.

"Okay, let's eat now, Xiaomu, please tell me about your experience in the Netherlands these two years. I'm very curious that you can create such a miracle. When I saw the report in the Chinese newspaper, I even doubted that Is Jiang Mu my son?" Jiang Cangjun asked.

Jiang's mother also said: "I also want to hear it. The newspapers have praised you."

"Actually, it was nothing. When I returned to China, I fell seriously ill. I thought I was going to die, so I thought I should do what I wanted to do most right away. Otherwise, I would not rest in peace, so I went to a Dutch club to find a job. , and later joined the amateur team Oriental Dragons..."

Jiang Mu hates telling the story of his fortune the most, because he can't tell the existence of Chang'e-1, nor can he say that he has been reborn. He can only lie, and weaving lies is very troublesome, and it has to be reasonable and logical. The flaw had to be covered up with more lies, which gave Jiang Mu a headache, so he talked about it simply and generally, not wanting to go into details at all.

Even though Jiang Mu's talk was not detailed enough, Jiang Cangjun and Jiang's mother listened with great interest and in high spirits. Jiang Cangjun's drinking capacity was not big, so he got drunk and talked about his football talent. It was a pity that there was no professional football in that era, otherwise He could also become an all-powerful star. In the end, he fell asleep on the table while talking.

Jiang Mu and his mother helped Jiang Cangjun to bed. Jiang's mother called Jiang Cangjun's school and asked for an afternoon off. Then the mother and son sat at home and chatted until dark. Jiang's mother tidied Jiang Mu's bedroom. Go back to your room and sleep.

Jiang Mu was lying on the long-lost Simmons single bed, smelling the mosquito coils, looking at the posters of Maradona, Baggio and other stars that he had posted when he was a child, and listening to the faint noise coming from the street. Everything was so familiar, everything was so comfortable. This feeling was incomparable to the comfort, quietness and complete facilities of the Netherlands. Soon Jiang Mu fell into a dream.

Jiang Mu slept soundly and soundly that night, without even having a dream. When he woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Both his father and mother went to school. There was a note on the table, telling him that the porridge and fried dough sticks were warm in the pot and that he should get up to eat. When Jiang Mu went to brush his teeth and wash his face, he found that he had not bought the toothpaste and toothbrush at some time. It was new, and the toothpaste was well squeezed and placed on the jar. This made Jiang Mu's nose sore and he almost shed tears.

Jiang Mu had just finished the porridge and had not even bitten half of the second fried dough stick when he heard the doorbell ringing. Jiang Mu opened the door and found seven or eight male and female reporters crowded at the door, holding long guns and short cannons.

It turned out that the news of Jiang Mu's return to China reached the country the next day. In the Netherlands, reporters must make an appointment for interviews, but domestic news interviews do not pay much attention to rules. The football circle with 7,000 football reporters is even more chaotic, so who cares about harassment?

Do not disturb other people's private lives. Well-informed reporters found Jiang Mu's home address in the shortest possible time and came here to interview Jiang Mu.