Prominence in Football Community

When Yang Wenlong came to the training class in the morning, Gao Zheng had just finished his morning exercises every morning.

"Here, breakfast." Yang Wenlong handed the plastic bag in his hand to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng untied the plastic bag and ate it directly.

"How was the game yesterday?" Yang Wenlong asked seemingly casually.

"I made 10,000, and I took 5,000." Gao Zheng said vaguely, chewing his food.

"Tsk tsk. No wonder you don't want to play anymore. It's really easy to get money like this." The old man snorted.

"Old man, even if I want to kick, what can I do?" Gao Zheng spread his hands. "Professional football, how can it be so easy to play if you want to play?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Wenlong's eyes widened, "As long as you want to kick, I will help you find a way!"

"That's what you said."

"It's what I said, you mother-in-law..."

"Then I kicked!"

"Ah?" Yang Wenlong didn't realize it all at once.

"I said I'm going to play professional football, old man, I want to play. Didn't you say to help me find a way?"

"Good boy, you are waiting for me here." But Yang Wenlong was not angry at all, "Have you thought it over? Didn't it just happen on a whim?"

"Well, I've thought about it, I still want to try the path of professional football."

Yang Wenlong looked at the disciple he was most proud of, with a little smile on his face: "Okay, I'll help you find a way, you just wait for the good news!"

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Gao Zheng originally thought that the way the old man helped him find was in China, because if he wanted to play professional football, there were also Chinese Premier League and Chinese Super League in China. But he didn't expect that a week later, he brought himself a bit of explosive news.

"A Zheng, can you help me find out what is written in this email?" Yang Wenlong called Gao Zheng into his office, and showed Gao Zheng an open email on his computer.

This is an email written in Italian, and only Gao Zheng can understand it.

"Italian Sassuolo football club..."

Gao Zheng only read the beginning, then turned to look at the old man in surprise.

"I have a friend who is in the tile business here. He has business dealings with Sassuolo. Through his relationship, he connected you to the Sassuolo club. Now an email has been sent over there, I can’t understand again, so I asked you to translate for me.” Yang Wenlong pointed to the computer screen, “Quick, continue to translate.”

Gao Zheng looked away and focused on the email. The email is very short, and the specific meaning is very simple, that is, the Sassuolo club is willing to provide him with a one-week trial training opportunity. If he performs well in the trial training, he will have the opportunity to sign a contract.

"But we have to pay for air tickets and accommodation..." Gao Zheng frowned when he said this. He knows best about his own pockets. He has no savings at all, and the money he earns in each competition will be spent quickly. ——Compared with his outstanding talent in football, he really has little ability in financial management.

After half of the 10,000 yuan from the last game was distributed to Zhao Ju, only 5,000 yuan was left. During this period of time, the old man formulated a special training plan for him, asking him to train well and recover his physical condition. At the same time, he was prohibited from going out to play games, and he suddenly lost his source of income, so he could only rely on the five thousand yuan to support him. Besides, how could he spend the extra money to go to Italy?

"You don't have to think about money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand and said happily, "That means that as long as you perform well in the trial training, you can sign a professional contract with them."

But Gao Zheng is still very concerned about money: "Why don't you think about it, air ticket plus accommodation, a week's time is not a small sum..."

The old man was very impatient: "If I told you I don't want you to worry about it, then don't worry about it, anyway, there must be money for you to go to Italy when the time comes.

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"Or I'd better play a few games..."

Before Gao Zheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wenlong's scolding: "How dare you! What if you get injured? Don't worry about the money, just give me a good training during this time! Just give me your passport , I asked my friend to apply for the visa for you together."

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Gao Zheng shrank his neck and dared not speak.

After receiving a clear answer from Italy, Yang Wenlong was in a good mood. He turned off the computer, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the office.

When Gao Zheng was leaving, he could still hear him humming! This scene rarely happens to old men...

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Half a month later, Gao Zheng's visa to Italy was completed, and the countdown to his departure for Italy had already begun.

He called his parents and told them that instead of going back to college, he was going back to Italy to pursue his dream of professional football.

As a result, he was scolded by his mother: "You don't want your feet anymore?!"

"My feet are fine, Mom, I've been resting for a year, what can I do?"

"If you say you're fine, you're fine? Didn't the authorities tell you not to play football? You really want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"

Hearing his mother's scolding, Gao Zheng felt a little helpless. That's why he would rather live in the old man's board house and earn living expenses by playing wild ball, rather than go home and ask his parents for a penny.

"Okay, okay..." Gao Zheng's father persuaded his wife to leave, and replaced him with Gao Zheng.

"Your mother is also worried about you."

"I know, Dad."

"She originally helped you find a good relationship here, and wanted you to go back to study, but in the end..."

"Dad, I'm really not the material for studying, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to play football. I have played football for so many years, and now I am asked to go back to school, what can I learn?"

"As long as you can get a diploma, we will help you find a relationship..."

Gao Zheng interrupted his father: "You always say help me, help me... But I can't rely on you all my life, Dad. I like playing football, and I only know how to play football. I want to try football to see if I can do it." Kick it out, otherwise wouldn't my previous ten years of effort be in vain?"

Dad was silent for a long time, and he sighed: "Actually, your mother doesn't want you to be successful in football, but just wants you to be safe and healthy..."

"I know, Dad, I'll pay attention, and I don't want to come back in a wheelchair."

"It's said that you can't help your mother. If you think it through, you can do it. You don't need to worry about the family. We'll take care of it."

"Um."

Before hanging up the phone, Dad still sighed: "I really don't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to let you play football..."

Gao Zheng didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Football allowed him to enjoy fame and joy, but it also brought him injuries and pain. Perhaps just like football is always black and white, there are always good and bad sides to everything. You can't just want to enjoy the benefits, but you are not willing to bear the costs.

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PS, it is said to be Children's Day, but it is actually "Tired Parents' Day".

I went to participate in the activities of my children's kindergarten early this morning, because I can take some pictures, and was called by the teacher to be a part-time photographer.

In the afternoon, I took the children to the grandparents' house, and I had to edit the photos I took in the morning and send them to the kindergarten teacher.

In the evening, I will take the children to see a show.

The child is growing up slowly, and I, as a father, can't miss too much on his growth path, so there is no way, today is a waste.

Fortunately, I have saved some manuscripts, so I can continue with two updates tomorrow...

When people reach middle age, there are old and young, and there will be more and more things in life, so my coding speed has been getting slower and slower in the past two years. I hope everyone can understand...