Yang Mingwei, who has gray hair on his temples and dark skin, looking like an old farmer, stood outside the barbed wire wall, looking at the training going on on the court inside, and then shook his head.
"Old Li, you are committing a crime. How can you let your daughter train and compete in such a team? You are wasting her talent!" he said sadly.
Li Ziqiang, who was standing next to him, retorted: "Do you think I am willing? I have found such a relatively reliable women's football team in Dongchuan. You have never seen them play against other women's football teams. The other team loses.
Even worse, it can only be regarded as a team composed of women who love football..."
"This one isn't much better," Yang Mingwei said.
"At least there is a decent coach who has a fixed training time, instead of just getting together spontaneously and just passing the ball to each other and shooting a few shots and it's called training." Li Ziqiang said. "I also know this ball.
If the team’s level cannot meet Qingqing’s growth needs, shouldn’t I call you right now?”
Yang Mingwei looked at Li Qingqing, who stood out from the crowd, and sighed: "The last time I saw Qingqing, she was still in the elite team of Transit. Why are you both running to this third-tier city now..."
"It's a long story. To put it simply, I beat the director."
Li Ziqiang spoke in an understatement, but Yang Mingwei was shocked: "Are you crazy?"
"I was competing with a coach he supported for the head coaching position of an elite team."
"Who is he supporting?"
"Sun He."
"Oh, that idiot can do such a thing. His professional skills are not very good, but he just knows how to hold on to others." Yang Mingwei's tone was full of disdain. "But personnel competition should not be fought anyway.
Man, you are too impulsive..."
"He scolded Qingqing."
"Good fight!" Yang Mingwei blurted out, and then asked: "What did he curse?"
"He said that Qingqing relied on me to enter the Transit Women's Football Elite Team, which means she relied on her father, not her own abilities."
"That's fucking nonsense! I think it's more of the same when he scolded you for getting into the coaching position at Quanshun Football School because of your daughter..." Yang Mingwei frowned.
"Well, this director is the person in charge of public relations and marketing under Quanshun Group. He knows shit about football."
Yang Mingwei, who also graduated from Quanshun Football School, thought about what he had seen and heard at Quanshun Football School and deeply agreed with Li Ziqiang’s comments: “The problem with Quanshun Football School is that there are too many idiot laymen in leadership positions.
Now, the stalls have expanded, and bureaucracy has become prevalent...and then you beat him?"
"He didn't say it in front of me, but later the news reached my ears. I went to ask him, and he said something disparaging about Qingqing in front of me, so I punched him." Li Ziqiang looked down at being pinched.
"Now that I think about it, it was really impulsive. I should have waited until everyone around him was far away before punching him. This way I could at least get a few more punches."
"..." Yang Mingwei was a little speechless. "Then why did you come to Dongchuan? This third-tier city..."
"Actually, Principal Zhai of Dongchuan Middle School had contacted me before this happened, hoping that I could coach here. But at that time, my future at Quanshun Football School was obviously better... Who would have thought that something like this would happen later?
What?" Li Ziqiang sighed. "I'm coming back. I don't want Qingqing to come back, but she insists on following me..."
"Haha." Yang Mingwei sneered. "If Qingqing really stays in Transit, I'm afraid you will be the most worried, right?"
Li Ziqiang didn't answer him, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"Okay, I know what you're thinking. Have you told Qingqing?" Yang Mingwei put his hands in his pockets.
"not yet……"
"What scruples do you have?" Yang Mingwei was keenly aware of the hesitation in Li Ziqiang's tone.
"No, I want to wait until you come and meet her before I tell her." Li Ziqiang explained. "In case you are not willing to help me, if I tell her, won't it make her happy in vain?"
"Go to hell." Yang Mingwei glared at his friend. "Am I that kind of person? You see, I came right after the coordination. Let me tell you, as long as Qingqing is willing, I can take her away tomorrow! First
Go to the reserve team, not the youth team, go directly to the reserve team. Once she gets used to it, I will transfer her to the first team... Don't worry, I will protect her and no one will dare to bully our daughter."
"Let's meet up and talk about it later. Let's just eat something outside in the evening." Li Ziqiang looked at the training on the field and it was almost over.
"Okay, I haven't seen Qingqing for a long time. How long was the last time I saw her? Five years ago? She looks like a tall and graceful girl..." Yang Mingwei said with emotion as he looked at the tall figure on the field.
"Oh, Lao Yang, I have something to ask you." Li Ziqiang suddenly said, "If Qingqing follows you there, please help me pay more attention and don't let those unscrupulous men approach Qingqing. You
You know, in professional teams, that kind of thing is very common..."
"Don't worry, Lao Li, I have always regarded Qingqing as my daughter. If those brats dare to hit her, I will break their legs!"
Hearing what Yang Mingwei said, Li Ziqiang showed a slight smile on his face.
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"Hey, Uncle Yang, why are you here?" After the training, when Li Qingqing saw Yang Mingwei with his father outside the training ground, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily, and took the initiative to say hello to Yang Mingwei.
Yang Mingwei laughed: "Why, can't I come?"
"Ah, no, no, that's not what I meant... I was surprised to hear from dad that you are now the head coach of a Chinese Super League women's football team."
"Yes. What do you think? Do you want to play professional games with me?" Yang Mingwei asked.
Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
"Your dad called me and asked me to ask your opinion. He wants you to go to a more professional team for training, which is 10,000 times better than your current environment." Yang Mingwei pointed at the people behind Li Qingqing who were talking and laughing.
female football player.
Li Qingqing did not look back, but fell into silence.
Li Ziqiang stood nearby, looking at his daughter like this, and remembered that he had asked her to come here for training, and she also seemed hesitant.
But this time, he didn't glare and ask his daughter if she wanted to give up football. Instead, he stood aside and stared at her in silence.
Yang Mingwei was a little surprised. Logically speaking, as long as he proposed a professional team, Li Qingqing should nod and agree without hesitation.
Because when they were both at Quanshun Football School, they knew very well that Li Qingqing's dream was to become a professional player.
He turned his questioning eyes to Li Ziqiang, wondering what had happened to the father and daughter in the past six months in Dongchuan, a third-tier city.
But Li Ziqiang did not answer his doubts, but stood up and said: "Let's go to dinner first, Lao Yang. Such a big matter needs to be carefully considered by Qingqing. It is unrealistic to ask her to answer you now.
"
When he said this, he glanced at his daughter and found that her daughter seemed to be peeking at him. When he saw him looking at her, he quickly looked away.
"Yes, I'm impatient." Yang Mingwei nodded, "Let's go to dinner. I want to eat Dongchuan's clear beef broth. I've heard about it a long time ago, and I've always wanted to eat the most authentic one."
"Okay, I'm treating you. Don't leave tonight. You'll stay at my house. There's still an empty guest room. We haven't seen each other for several years. Let's have a good chat."
"Okay! It just so happens that I also saved money on hotel stays, ha!"
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"Uncle Yang, please take your time and chat, I'm going up to do my homework." After returning home, Li Qingqing waved to Yang Mingwei and ran upstairs with her schoolbag on her back.
"Okay, go and do your work and leave us alone. Also, close the door tightly so that we don't disturb you, ha..." Yang Mingwei smelled a little drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, and he waved his hand at Li Qingqing's back in an exaggerated manner.
Then he followed Li Ziqiang to his room.
When Li Ziqiang turned on the lamp on the table, he immediately saw a photo frame placed on his old friend's table.
Inside is a family portrait of a family of three. Li Ziqiang is standing on the right side of the picture. In front of him, in the middle of the picture is Li Qingqing, who is much smaller than he is now. His face is a bit rounder. He is grinning and making a "v" with his hands.
Yang Mingwei's eyes fell on the woman to the left of Li Ziqiang. She had almost the same sharp eyebrows and starry eyes as Li Qingqing today. At first glance, she looked like Li Qingqing who had grown up and matured.
She is Li Qingqing's mother, and Li Ziqiang's wife, Zhou Qiulei, died of cancer six years ago.
This was not the first time that Yang Mingwei saw this photo next to Li Ziqiang. He even knew the story behind this photo very well. After Zhou Qiulei had just been diagnosed with gastric cancer, the three of them went to the park to take such a photo.
After that, Zhou Qiulei never took a photo again. She didn't take any photos herself, and she didn't allow others to take photos for her.
The treatment caused her body to deteriorate rapidly, and in the end she was completely out of shape and emaciated. Yang Mingwei once visited her once. After seeing her, she could not connect the "skeleton frame" in front of her with the beautiful and elegant siblings he was extremely familiar with.
Together.
So Yang Mingwei immediately understood why Zhou Qiulei took such a group photo with her husband and daughter after knowing that she was sick.
This woman doesn't want to leave her ugly self in the photo. She just wants the person she loves most to remember her beautiful appearance forever.
Li Ziqiang noticed that Yang Mingwei had kept his eyes on the photo for a long time, but he said nothing. Instead, he turned around and went out and took four cans of beer from the kitchen refrigerator. Then he walked back to the bedroom and placed the two cans in front of Yang Mingwei.
, two cans were placed on his bedside table.
Then he sat on the bed and crossed his legs, and motioned for Yang Mingwei to sit in front of the desk.
"How is it? How do you feel about going from being an elite coach at a professional football school to becoming a coach at an ordinary middle school?" Yang Mingwei looked at his old friend with a smile.
"Students are easier to manage than those players," said Li Ziqiang, half of whom were sitting in the shadows out of reach of the desk lamp. "But also because of lack of motivation, training enthusiasm is not high enough. Sometimes I have to whip them to get them to work."
They ran forward."
"It's normal. After all, not every high school student wants to become a professional player. For them, football is just a hobby. Since it is a hobby, why do they make themselves so tired? You know, professional players like to be lazy.
Not to mention these students and children."
"However, the Football Association and the education department of this national competition have joined forces to promote the connection between professional football and campus football, which has made the talented players among the students much more motivated."
Yang Mingwei shook his head slightly: "Does campus football provide a blood transfusion to professional football? I think the Football Association is a bit wishful thinking in this regard. The main force of professional football is still the talents cultivated by professional football clubs and professional football schools at all levels."
"At least it's an attempt, and it's not bad as a supplement. I think the Football Association doesn't necessarily want middle school students to help professional football, but it wants to increase students' enthusiasm for participating in football and give them more hope and expectations.
.If there is a need for blood transfusion, it is for the Chinese football environment, not for professional football. This Anton Cup is already very different from the Anton Cup I participated in. When we played the game, it was really useless.
People care about it. If there is a girl watching the game in the stands, all the players will be like chicken blood... What now? There is a player in our team who is good at playing football and handsome. He has attracted many girls to become him.
His fans, every time there is a training game, the screams in the stands can make you wonder if you are watching a professional game..."
Yang Mingwei laughed when he saw Li Ziqiang talking endlessly about his team's affairs: "It seems that you have adapted well here. I thought I would see a depressed and frustrated coach..."
"You think so!"
Yang Mingwei burst into laughter.
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Li Qingqing, who was sitting at the desk, heard laughter coming from downstairs. Although the doors and windows were closed, the sound insulation effect of this old house was still not very good.
She got up and walked to the window, and saw a ray of light coming from the window of her father's room, and the orange light was projected onto the open space under the high platform.
That used to be her and Hu Lai's secret training base.
However, after Hu Lai joined the school team, the place was basically abandoned.
Now that Hu Lai has a place where he can train openly, he no longer needs to come here and practice blindly alone.
Her eyes were fixed on a place in the darkness. Although she could not see anything now, she was sure that Hu Lai's football with "who" written on it was lying quietly in the grass there at this moment.
I wonder if this football will be lonely? After all, its owner has not come to play with it for a long time.
The Hu Lai now has changed a lot from the one he first met here... At that time, he was ostracized in school and could only play football here alone, like a dog with a Frisbee in its mouth.
And now, he has scored the winning goal in the Anton Cup final, helping his team advance to the national competition.
He is no longer the ignorant boy who had to teach him how to train his coordination, nor is he the rookie who had to worry about him.
Yes, now he can play football normally and participate in national competitions without me at all.
And what about me? It’s impossible to really be an ordinary middle school student in this school. I have to pursue my own football dream... just like Hu Lai who is pursuing his own football dream.
Maybe it's time to leave.
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