Molinon Stadium, in the office of the president of Sporting Gijon.
Li Ang met the club president, Mr. Manuel Arango.
Signing for Li Ang to sit down, Old Arango said, "Coffee? Or tea?"
"Coffee." Li Ang stood up, "I'll do it myself."
He poured himself a cup of coffee, then glanced at old Arango. The chairman shook his head, "I don't need it."
Li Ang took a sip of coffee and said, "The coffee here tastes much better than the one in my office."
"Because I am Mr. President." Manuel Arango said with a smile.
Li Ang took another sip of coffee, put the coffee cup away, and sat upright.
"Can we start?" The club president glanced at Li Ang.
"Of course, Mr. Chairman."
What was just a small talk between friends is now a conversation between the club president and the head coach of Sporting Gijon's b team.
"Li, I didn't expect to meet you on such an occasion so soon."
"Well, actually this is not what I want." Li Ang said with some embarrassment.
"Li, I want you to give me an explanation." Mr. Chairman leaned back in his chair with a serious expression. "Early this morning, Mr. Ter Stegen Quiaregot José Parada became angry.
Come to me in a hurry to complain about you."
"Why did that gentleman complain about me?" Li Ang asked with interest.
"Maliciously throwing tackles at the players during training and being rude to the players' parents." Mr. Chairman rubbed his temples and said, "Li, this is not what a head coach should do."
"Yes, I did these things." Li Ang nodded.
Manuel Arango glanced at Li Ang in surprise, "I thought you would defend yourself."
"Why do you need to defend?" Li Ang said in surprise, "I did nothing wrong. There is no need to defend at all."
Mr. Chairman did not speak and stared at Li Ang. He wanted to see what else this guy could say.
"Sir, why did you invite me here?" Li Ang said, "My task is to lead Team B to achieve good results, and everything I do is for this purpose."
"Including the head coach personally leaving the field and injuring a talented player that the club has high hopes for?" Mr. Chairman said with a twitch of the corner of his mouth.
"Uh." Looking at old Arango's half-smiling expression, Li Ang's heart moved, and he decided to clarify his words, "Mr. Chairman, I believe that Francisco Jose Arango is in the B team.
You should have heard of some of these behaviors."
Manuel Arango frowned slightly.
"The key to the problem is not what I did," Li Ang continued, "but whether what I did was helpful to the team. I believe that if it wasn't the genius kid who was knocked down by me for disobedience,
You won't ask, because talent is very important to the team."
Manuel Arango didn't say anything, but was slightly surprised. He also didn't expect that Li Ang would actually make his words clear. Isn't it said that Chinese people are more reserved?
"As for saying that I was rude to Ter Stegen Quiareguet Jose Parada, there is no need for me to explain. What kind of person that guy is, I believe you are better than me.
Clearly." Li Ang shrugged.
Old Arango stared at Leon, who looked at him without fear.
Then the two of them laughed together.
Old fox!
Little Fox!
Both of them said in their hearts.
That's right. When things are laid out, that's the same thing.
How could Mr. Manuel Arango, chairman of Sporting Gijon, not know about the behavior of the talented player Arango and his son? It’s just that Sporting Gijon needs such a genius, and the Maleo base also needs such a talented player. It needs
With such a golden brand, Mr. Chairman can tolerate all this. Everything is for the development of the team. This is the most fundamental principle of everything.
As for Li Ang, he pointed this out directly. As long as he can prove that what he does is beneficial and can help the team develop, then everything is OK.
What Mr. Chairman wants is results. As long as everything is conducive to the development of the team, it is acceptable.
In other words, in Mr. Chairman's view, Li Ang needs to prove that what he does can help the team conquer this talented player, or can help Parada improve, and in short, there will be no trouble, then that's fine.
Based on his recognition of Li Ang's coaching performance in Real Madrid's under-17 youth A team, Mr. Chairman still has a certain degree of trust in Li Ang. Because he later had a more detailed understanding of Li Ang's experience in Real Madrid.
Some of his deeds at that time, including the story of using harsh methods to subdue the rebellious Mata.
However, old Arango never thought at this time that Li Ang's purpose was far from what he imagined.
"Mr. Chairman, can I ask you a question?" Li Ang said.
Manuel Arango nodded slightly.
"What is a genius?" Li Ang asked.
"Of course he has great talent," said the old Arango.
"That's right." Li Ang nodded, "The so-called genius, talent is generally beyond ordinary people, but if you have good talent, does it mean you are a genius?"
"Well? You tell me, I'll listen." Old Arango asked.
"Take Francisco Jose Parada as an example." Li Ang said, "I admit that he is a very talented young man. He has excellent skills and is relatively fast. His ability to combine man and ball makes me
It’s also amazing.”
Old Arango nodded when he heard Li Ang praising Parada. At least this showed that Li Ang had observed Parada more carefully and was sure of this player's ability. At the same time, he was also curious and wanted to
You have to listen to what Li Ang will say next, because according to what this guy means, the following must be a twist of 'but'. Li Ang must be saying that Parada is not a genius. He wants to hear Li Ang's reasons.
"But, I don't think Parada is a genius." Li Ang said.
Sure enough, old Arango smiled and motioned to Li Ang to continue.
Li Ang stopped talking. Instead, he took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and handed it to the Chairman.
"What is this?" Old Arango asked in surprise.
"This is an analysis report on the seventeen games played by Sporting Gijon's B team this season. I believe these analytical data can explain a lot of problems." Li Ang said with a smile.
Data is king.
The data proves it!
Dude, let the data speak for itself.
It seems that he has been prepared for it!
After staying up all night, the head coach of Sporting Gijon's b team, whose eyes were slightly dark and red, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
Mr. Chairman glared at him.
He pursed his lips and smiled brightly, meaning: Mr. Chairman, please read the report...
ps: Supplementary Chapter 6 on the 11th. Now we still owe 6 chapters on the 12th. In addition, there are still 6 chapters that should have been due today.
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