Super Coach

The people who came were a pair of father and son, two editions carved in one mold.

The father has short hair and a full beard scum, which gives a very rough feeling; the son has long hair that is popular today, and it looks very naughty. This journey has not been scolded by his father.

Yang Cheng looked at these two fathers and sons. He felt that his father was like the Gattuso he had seen in his previous life. As for the real Gattuso, well, he is now an 18-year-old boy.

"What? Don't you go? I'll kill you if you don't go! 500 million lire, my god, 500 million lire, but I can't earn anything in my hard work, do you know?"

Frank did not consider this to be a large public, and insulted his son face to face. This behavior was in line with his image.

"Whatever I say, I am also a person with a face and a face here. If you do n’t go, others will laugh at me giving birth to a wicked son. Even if I have such a good chance, I dare not go. Oh my God, you are so useless!"

Yang Cheng and Tim looked at each other helplessly under the umbrella, and they felt that the pair of father and son beside them were too much.

500 million lira, or 250,000 US dollars, was the price that Yang Cheng proposed to Perugia for the acquisition of Gattuso. Perugia agreed, and he also personally called the Gattuso family to explain the situation (the latest chapter of Wujin Qiankun www. 81zw.com), and Yang Cheng also invited them to come out to meet each other, and this is what happened at this moment.

"Dad, you just played amateur games with us for a few years!" Gattuso grunted.

Frank shook his head with a slap and did n’t know if it was deliberately missed, or it was skewed off, “Dare to talk back, you bastard, why did I work hard to teach you to play football? Your school scores, which school is willing to accept you? Why do n’t you play football? Do you want to go to the port to send fish? "

"Gareone said he would let me play!" Gattuso retorted again.

Gareone is now the head coach of Perugia.

"Trust him?" Frank's voice was louder than louder, "When I talk about him, I'm hot. I don't sign formal professional contracts with you. I give you a little subsidy every month, even your living expenses. Not enough. If I did n’t give you the money, would you survive? "

Speaking of which, Gattuso dared not refute it anymore. Obviously his dad said everything.

"Anyway, I do n’t care. You have to go, you have to go, and you have to go. I ’ve already said to Perugia, you must go abroad, so that they do n’t have trouble staying. "" Frank was intoxicated.

It can be seen that if the deal is successful, he will definitely show off everywhere in the town.

I don't know why. Yang Cheng saw this pair of father and son, but surprisingly felt that they were simple. Although his father's voice was louder, he could at least see that he was concerned about his son's future.

It is true that staying in Perugia has no future. Although this team has advanced to Serie A this season, Gattuso certainly has no chance.

This is the case with professional football. Everyone only cares about the stars of the scenery. Who cares about the characters behind the growth of the stars? Today's Gattuso is a character that can't fit anymore. He doesn't even have a formal professional contract.

Yang Cheng did not think about bypassing Perugia and digging the corner of Gattuso directly, just like Wenger digging the corner of Fabregas, but he understood it and found it would not work because Perugia and Gattuso signed There is a provision in the informal contract to avoid this situation (the latest chapter of the military martial arts www.81zw.com).

Moreover, for Yang Cheng, $ 250,000 is indeed available, so he does n’t need to use his brains, otherwise, if Perugia is brought to court and a ban on Gattuso will be imposed, it will be worth the loss. .

"By the way, where is the guy who claims to be the head coach of Kaiserslautern?" After searching on the beach for a long time, Gattuso's father obviously didn't find a goal.

Yang Cheng and Tim both smiled bitterly. Hearing this sentence, they embarrassedly stood out from under the umbrella.

"It's you?" Frank shouted loudly.

Gattuso also looked suspicious, "too young!"

Yang Cheng has a black line on his face. This kid is too bad. How can he question his head coach in person?

"Good young, young people can better understand your mind, can communicate with you, stupid!" Frank swept Gattuso's head hard again.

"Hello. Xzsj8., I am his father, you can call me Frank!" Frank familiarly shook hands with Yang Cheng, and then shook hands with Tim, then sat down opposite Yang Cheng.

"I heard that you are very optimistic about my son, willing to spend money to ask him to play for you in the past, right?" Frank asked straight away.

Yang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I think ..."

"Yes!" Frank directly interrupted Yang Cheng. "As long as there is a ball to kick, everything else is secondary. My son is the best in Calabria. He has been on the beach since he was very young. He has been running and playing football for 5 hours, he is just a lunatic, do you know? "

Yang Cheng and Tim were very stunned. Who else would call his son a lunatic in this world? And still a smug expression of pride.

"Dad!" Gattuso protested.

"Shut up!" Frank was afraid that his son would not be able to speak, and angered Yang Cheng, and immediately stopped him. "Yeah, uh ... what's this gentleman ...?"

"Yang Cheng, I'm Chinese!" Yang Cheng introduced himself awkwardly, and he found that this dad was absolutely superb.

"Oh, Mr. Yang Cheng, basically the salary you gave to my son, we are quite satisfied, but the performance is good, can it be improved?" Frank said three words without leaving the money.

Yang Cheng nodded: "Of course, I can guarantee this point. I am the head coach of the team. I will reward the player according to his performance. If he performs well, I can give him a higher salary."

"Can there be 500 million liras?" Frank asked excitedly.

Yang Cheng smiled, "If the team is upgraded, the salary structure will be reconsidered, as long as he performs well, it will not be a problem!"

"That's all right!" Frank slapped his hands hard, and then looked at his son, "Promise, bastard, 500 million lire a year, you will be much more productive than me by then!"

Gattuso looked at the fanatic father and pouted, trying to say something, but fearing that his father would be angry.

"What do you have in mind, just say it and listen!" Yang Cheng proposed with a smile.

Gattuso looked at his father timidly.

Frank saw his son's appearance, and immediately slammed the beach table, and even Yang Cheng's drinks were shocked. "If you have something to say, fart quickly, what does the promise look like? If you are on the court It ’s the same on the team. People have already killed you! Do you know a little bit hard? It ’s as hard as when you play football! "

Yang Cheng almost laughed and turned away, he was finally able to realize how depressed Gattuso was at the moment.

As if stimulated by his father, Gattuso also courageously asked, "Do you have a dormitory over there?"

Yang Cheng almost laughed again. Although he had never been to Kaiserslautern, he heard that the young players there were either living in a nearby dormitory or people around them. As for professional players, basically the club would arrange for singles Apartments or something, some high-paying rent their own houses.

"Our dorms are arranged for young players. If you sign a professional contract with us, we will arrange for you to have a single apartment. Of course, the rental club will bear half of it for you. It is very cheap and you can rest assured!"

Gattuso felt a little moved after hearing it. He was very difficult to apply for a group dormitory in Perugia. "What about the car?"

"What do you want the car to do? Can you drive? Do you have a driver's license? You are going to play football. What do you do to buy a car? Look at me. I haven't bought a car in my life. What car do you buy? "Frank heard thunderously on the side. It seemed that he had endured many of Gattuso's requests.

Gattuso shrugged his shoulders and turned his face. "You just talk to him. If you can't, you can find him to play football!"

Yang Cheng and Tim listened, and couldn't help but smile again, they really felt that the father and son were the best of the best.

However, it can be seen that they are very simple and cheerful people!