Reborn on Top of Football

A urge to confide was gushing out, rushing more than three hundred words, just about to send...Huh? I almost forgot the scene where my senior sister gave me off at the door of the Chinese Football Association, the old Gao...The psychological pressure will not be lower than myself, at least I have not fallen to the point of taking medicine.

Talk to him, it will be more depressing if you make trouble, forget it, take care of yourself.

Who are you looking for? You have to find the kind of optimistic nature and good at having fun in hardship. The handsome young man is good, the old man is open-minded, but after all, he has been away from the first-line team for many years, and now it takes a lot of effort for the old man to find the original feeling. Moreover, I now have both my personal long-term development, the urging of the two awards at the end of the year, and the Olympics next year... All of this was originally pinned on the "best of both worlds" after the transfer to Inter, plus the complex situation of Chelsea, so much Complicated variables are stuffed in the mind of the young man who has been idle for many years...

There is also Mr. Kim Boss in a similar situation, alas, don't make trouble for the old men. Those who are older, can't stand these, some things, they still have to come to this point to fight by themselves, this can be regarded as life experience, ninety-nine and eighty-one difficult...

Wang Ai was thinking wildly, suddenly scanning a name below, eh, this, this...not too big or too small, just the right head! When people reach middle age, there is no shortage of grades, performance, and prestige. They are active every day, not on the cusp of the storm, and no one dares to look down upon him... If I don't trouble you, am I worthy of you? Old Shen?

Thinking of this, Wang Ai quickly copied and pasted a long paragraph of words that he had just sent to Lao Gao into the dialog box, threw it over, then waited for two seconds, and it started to vibrate, vibrate, vibrate...

"Don't shake it, dizzy." Old Shen didn't know what he was doing there, he reacted very quickly anyway.

Wang Ai stopped and didn't wait to speak, but Old Shen typed quickly: "What's the matter, I'm training, and I have to be called back. Fortunately, the computer has hung up QQ today, otherwise you can't find me. "

"I will call."

"Hey, something is really wrong? Wait a minute, I see what you just said...Huh? You mentioned a high-level guide. Did you send the wrong person?"

"No, I don't want to block him."

"..."

In the office of the young head coach of Tubingen, old Shen looked at the computer screen and scratched his cheeks for a long time before typing slowly: "Your irritating skills are even higher. I haven't understood what you are talking about. It’s so uncomfortable. I said, you kid, you can’t think of me anyway?"

"……I'm uncomfortable."

Old Shen frowned. Xiao Wang had always been grinning in the impression. The irritating appearance just now showed that he was in normal spirit. What's wrong?

The solemn old Shen looked down at the keyboard and said seriously, "What about the transfer? Can't think about it?"

"I don’t know. I can think of it, but I think it’s uncomfortable even though I forcefully understand it. I’m afraid I’ll explode, so I’ll talk to your guide Shen. Actually, it’s not. To find you specially is to just look at my QQ friends casually, and I want to talk to you when I see you.

Seeing this, Old Shen didn't respond in a hurry, but put his chin in one hand, leaned back, his expression serious and thoughtful.

In the past two years in Tubingen, the old Shen has been very comfortable. The club has strong talents and mature mechanisms. CY Sports has no upgrade requirements and the team has no pressure to downgrade. The foundation of the club’s founders is solid, and the game style forged by the previous two coaches is also stable. Old Shen only needs to repair and improve slowly.

The pressure is low, the job is stable, the income is not low, and the company's welfare is good. Lao Shen does not spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation. He even helps the children go to school and the elderly see the doctor. He is an optimist at first, and he is even more happier now. He has lost his thoughts of running the national team. He is busy studying his football every day. Although the Chinese Super League teams continue to invite him, he has also considered the convenience of returning to his country to coach, but it is better to be in Tubingen after all his thoughts. Really return to the Super League? Which Chinese Super League team’s head coach can do more than five years? Too much trouble, too many things, how can you just concentrate on studying football like in Tubingen?

In the past two years, Lao Shen felt that his vision was much more open than in the past, and his understanding of football, tactics, training, medical treatment, psychology, and so on, have been linearly improved. For a person who loves football, there is nothing more satisfying.

The distant mountains outside the window, the turf nearby, the noisy players, and this small but modern office, enthusiastic fans, close sponsors, and enthusiastic Lions Stadium are full of vitality, simple and pure.

Now, the forger of this foundation has encountered troubles, troubles that belong to him alone, the kind of trouble that makes people heady when I think of it, mixed with anxiety and depression.

Who can help him except me?

Old Shen suddenly discovered that he actually had the potential to be a leader! Otherwise, why doesn't others look for him, Xiao Wang, just look for me alone? Yes, it must be so!

Thinking of this, Lao Shen used his waist and put his hands on the keyboard again: "Don't worry, Xiao Wang, Shen will guide you here!"

After finishing talking, Old Shen hurriedly turned off the computer and went out to find Mai Chao: "Old Mai, I'm going to London."

Mai Chao just gave a red card to Li Tie in the match. Zhao Junzhe was laughing at Li Tie, and the others were also making a fuss. The atmosphere was brisk, but the smile on his face froze before it dissipated: "Huh? London. ?"

Old Shen Feng froze, and gave Mai Chao the key to his office: "I'll be back in a few days, don't delay business. Xiao Wang has some trouble, I have to check it out."

"Oh, oh oh." Mai Chao took the key, and before he could figure it out, Old Shen had already got in his car and left the training ground.

Mai Chao struck his neck, thinking for a long time without understanding, what can you do? He also knows that Wang Ai is in trouble with his current transfer, but it's not your director Shen that can handle it? Is Mr. Roman your buddy or is your brother-in-law with Moratti?

To be honest, Wang Ai's current affairs can only be done by himself. The tens of thousands of people in Chinese football are all in vain! Not even the chairman of the Football Association, you?

Forget it, Lao Mai doesn't plan to think about it anymore. It's rare that Lao Shen will be willful once, let him go. A fifty-year-old person, can't he occasionally be young and frivolous?

But thinking about the situation Xiao Wang is facing now, Mai Chao shook his head. Of course, Old Shen couldn't solve any practical problems, but it was good to be able to speak with him.

At home in London, Wang Ai also froze for a long time and didn't get over. Old Shen's QQ portrait was dark. It was obvious that someone had already gone out. Wang Ai and Mai Chao thought the same: What are you doing here?

But you can't chase a phone call to prevent old Shen from coming. After all, you are the one who frustrated him. What's the matter with the calculation when it fades? What about playing people?