.In the hospital ward, Glomos looked at the plaster on his feet, which were all kinds of inscriptions from his teammates.

"I wish you a speedy recovery." This was written by the Chinese girl named Ding Yi.

"Get back early to play." This is written by Whelens.

"Haha, I can play if you are not here." This was written by Brother DeHolland.

"You still can't get through me when you come back." This was written by Vares.

Who wrote "Pig."

Just as he was thinking, he pushed the door and walked in. Glomus looked up and saw that it was Barrier.

"Mr. Ballier, why are you here?"

Ballier looked at Glomos's plaster legs and said, "It's nothing to do, come and see you. What are you doing?"

"I'm reading what these bastards wrote, but I can't remember who wrote this 'pig'."

"Oh, it seems you're in a good mood."

Glomus's eyes were still dark: "So what if you're in a bad mood? It's already like this. Yang said that geniuses will hurt your muscles." Glomus misinterpreted what Master Yang said, "If God is going to give a great responsibility to this man, he must first work hard." "I haven't thanked you for giving the bastard a punch."

Balier touched his chin as if he was savoring the scene of the day and said, "It's two punches."

In that game, Glomus frequently broke through the defender who was guarding him. The angry defender rushed over the moment he shot. The sound of a broken bone could be heard throughout the court. Glomus closed his eyes and did not want to play back the cruel scene, but he could clearly see that the leg bent to the side at a strange angle, and the pain was transmitted slowly than ever.

At this time, a man ran up from the stadium. He was a little lame, but his movements were agile, and even faster than the referee. He grabbed the player's collar and slapped his fist hard on the player's face. He punched and punched him twice. There was a third punch, but he was pulled.

Ballier shook his head, as if he saw himself lying on the ground twenty years ago, and the boy who shoveled the man looked exactly the same as the one who shoveled him more than twenty years ago.

Balier asked: "What have you done recently?"

Glomos shrugged: "Chad a chat with the nurse girl, wait until the bones are fixed, and find Vares' grandfather to recover."

Barrier took out a small notebook from his arms and threw it onto the quilt: "Don't be idle, give it to you, see it yourself."

"Are you leaving?" Glomus stood up, and Barrier had already walked to the door of the ward...

Barrier asked, “Do you want to know who wrote that word?”

Glomos nodded.

"I'm one of those bastards."

In a private room in a hotel in Beijing, Nan Yong, a full-time vice chairman of the Chinese Football Association, said to a slightly young middle-aged man wearing glasses on the opposite side: "Xiaobai, don't mess up this Alihan's first performance. You have to give fans some confidence to do what's ahead. Are you sure about this game with Brazil?"

Xiaobai said: "Brother Nan, don't worry, I have already arranged it. People don't want to give the ball, but zero is still guaranteed. What do you think?"

Nan Yong pondered for a moment and nodded: "Zero vs. zero, no matter how good or bad the winner is. You can do it. I'll ask that whoever cooperates with you to vent the rest of the room. But be sure to keep it confidential, otherwise the market will be in chaos."

Xiaobai nodded.

Nan Yong took a sip of wine: "When will you go back to Belgium?"

Xiaobai poured wine into the empty cup: "I will leave after this game. Brother Nan has something to do?"

Nan Yong pointed at the table with his finger and said, "You can see how to operate the league sponsorship this year. This is an opportunity, but it's not my own business, do you understand?"

Xiaobai said: "Brother Nan, don't worry, I will prepare for this matter when I go back."

After Mr. Yang and Cordill discussed tactical arrangements, it was already long before time. Cordill touched his stomach and complained: "Linda is gone, and there is no honey muffin."

Master Yang said embarrassedly: "Why don't we have something together."

"No, my wife has cooked for me. You should also find someone to cook for you. Yang Du Rui's kitchen has everything."

Master Yang agreed and suddenly remembered the scene where Ding Yi invited himself to dinner in the apartment - he couldn't tell what she had made, but it was still what Liu Yunshang made delicious.

At the same time, Martin answered the phone and Ding Yi's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Martin, are you free?"

The shape of a heart appeared in Martin's eyes: "If you have time, of course you have time."

"I want to ask you something."

If you ask me if I like you, how should I answer you? Martin thought.

"Do you know how to make cakes?" Ding Yi asked.

Making a cake for me to eat? So considerate! Martin was excited. We made it together, and it was so perfect. "Yes, of course, I have the best skills. I can teach you when?"

Ding Yi said excitedly: "That's great! I knew you were willing to help. Master Yang celebrated his birthday on January 4th. I think we will make him a cake!"

Martin lowered his head in disappointment and agreed angrily: "Okay. I knew there was no such a good thing. Oh no, I mean there is nothing better than this, a good idea."

Ding Yi said happily: "Then I will tell Lao Wu, and he will definitely support you."

Master Yang ate casually and came to the club equipment library. Mrs. Farian, the administrative manager, was stunned when he saw Master Yang: "Yang, why are you here?"

Master Yang said: "I'll get the equipment."

Mrs. Farian said seriously: "This is no longer your work area, Yang."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"But it is not allowed in the system." Mrs. Farian looked stern.

This time it was Master Yang's turn to be surprised: "Oh, is there such a rule?"

Mrs. Farian turned to a bright smile: "This is a joke, Yang, welcome you to come at any time."

Master Yang also laughed: "Thank you."

The winter wind blew on his face, making people feel a little painful. Mr. Yang was the first to come to the training ground, and Whelens and Dupree also arrived one after another.

After helping Master Yang set up the equipment, Dupree asked: "Yang, what should I do without Glomos?"

Master Yang grabbed his hair, then straightened it out, spreading his hands: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Whelens frowned: "The game the day after tomorrow."

Master Yang patted his face and hugged the two people: "Just treat the boss still here, Glomus is here, and training normally. I will have a way."

Cordill also arrived at the training ground a few minutes in advance. When he saw Master Yang and the training equipment he had already arranged, he nodded in his heart and greeted everyone to gather. At this time, Na'erson and Balier walked into the training ground together. The atmosphere of Master Yang's first training class was a bit different.

Na'aisen nodded to the players who were in a circle, and everyone calmed down. The old man's face was red with cold and said, "I am very satisfied with the results of the club's first half of the season. If we play like this now, we will stand in the A-level field next year. Everyone will get a big red envelope at the end of the season, haha." Everyone applauded warmly and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The old man waved his hand and continued, "Some of you will definitely ask why Master Yang is chosen as the acting head coach. I have always been thinking about this question. But when I saw the achievements you have created, I suddenly understood that since everyone can create such an upgraded miracle, why Master Yang cannot. Barrier told me that the command of the last few games was closely related to Master Yang, which strengthened my confidence. I believe that everyone has a full understanding of Master Yang's work ability in the past few months, and hopes that you can cooperate happily. Give those who don't like us, those who use despicable means to stop us, those who laugh at us with heavy blows!" Na'aisen turned his head and looked at Barrier.

Barrier said expressionlessly: "If the slap is not ruthless enough, you can use your fist." Everyone laughed.

Na'aisen smiled and signaled to Master Yang to say a few words. Standing in front of everyone, Master Yang wanted to say: "Brothers, the party and the country have reached the verge of crisis." But after thinking about this version, I guess no one can understand it.

Mr. Yang glanced at the players facing him. Some people believed, some were suspicious, and some were just a little bye.

"Today may be very important to me, this is my first training class. But for everyone, this is just a very ordinary training class in your career. I don't want to talk about who you play for and why you play for. Everyone has their own ideas. For friends, lovers, money, for this city, for this team, or just for themselves. I just want to say that I respect your faith, ideas and other things, and I hope our goals are consistent - that is victory, victory after victory.

There is a saying in China that everyone can pick up firewood together, which will make many people warm; if everyone works hard, no matter how high the mountain is, we can move. As long as we work together, there is no goal that cannot be achieved. The champion of the second division is waiting for us!" After Yang Shi finished speaking, the audience burst into the first applause of his career.
Chapter completed!