"22+1 model?" The next morning, Liu Chunming, director of the Youth Department of the Chinese Football Association, was sitting in the office and looked at Wang Ai who had just come out from Director Wei Di's office opposite: "I understand 22, what does this 1 mean?"
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"Key classes, gifted classes, intensive classes, anything is fine." Even when Wang Ai reported work to Director Wei Di, he was not very serious. When it came to Lao Liu, he was much more relaxed and just stretched out on the sofa: "I, I'll do it.
Responsible for this 1."
"Do you have the time?"
"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "But if they have time, they can send it to me. Usually there is some free time in the league. I take the children to practice morning and night, and rest during the day or go to visit Bayern.
Something like that, it’s quite convenient.”
Liu Chunming smiled: "Didn't you lead Liao Shao's best lineup once? Are you addicted?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "It's not an addiction, but you said that I have such a great reputation and still have some status in the club. If I don't squeeze out this value, wouldn't I lose money?"
"Can the club still give you travel expenses?"
"That's not possible, but am I short of this little money?" Wang Ai stared: "What kind of vision do my brothers have? The threshold is high, and everyone they can send has the potential to play in the Super League. What they fancy
, those who are selected will have the potential to become the national team in the future. Even if such players are young, it is worth spending some money on me. At least if they disobey in the future, I will expose them!"
Liu Chunming smiled and shook his head, leaning back: "You are really dedicated, okay, what support do you need from me?"
"Let's give it legitimacy." Wang Ai sighed: "Originally, I was joking with everyone online, saying that I would do one this year, but in the end they almost asked everyone to fire me, and they banned me for a long time anyway.
, I called Zhao Xuri and scolded him for a long time before he solved it for me. I finally understood what public anger means. So I made a compromise. It just so happened that I felt pretty good taking care of the children from Liao Shao this year, and the teaching was mutually beneficial.
Well, teachers themselves are talented, and when they were teaching classes last year, they discovered a lot of young geniuses, but they were too busy and couldn't accommodate them. So, the two sides came together and came up with this 22+1 plan, but
They still asked me to keep it a secret and not to leak it, otherwise it would be bad for the growth of my children regardless of whether I went or not."
"Yeah, okay." Liu Chunming thought for a while: "Do you want a subsidy from the Football Association?"
"How much money can you have?" Wang Ai asked curiously.
"If you only have one week, you can only reimburse for food and lodging expenses."
"Then forget it." Wang Ai shook his head: "The bulk of it is the air ticket. Even the economy class ticket costs tens of thousands. It costs millions for 20 or so children. It would be okay if the Football Association reimbursed me in full. Otherwise, it would be fine.
It’s better to repay part of it than to spend it all on myself, so that I can avoid making mistakes in the future.”
"Well, you can consider looking for corporate sponsorship or something."
"Then there's no way to keep it secret."
"That's it." Lao Liu pondered for a while and said: "You have to do one thing, and I will do one thing too. What you have to do is to get a coaching certificate, and I will get you some training materials later. Hey, don't laugh.
, although you are our number one theoretical expert, I really can’t issue the coaching certificate to you directly. Don’t you say, shouldn’t the second Football Association reform be a legal reform? Even if many teaching ideas come from you, you can’t.
It must be verified!”
"Yes, yes, I listen to you." Wang Ai raised his hands in surrender.
"That's right. The football coaching certificate doesn't even limit academic qualifications. How can it still stump you? But we have to really go through this process to make people speechless, right? Aren't you always afraid that others will say something about you? Then we will
Be more solid."
Wang Ai nodded seriously this time: "Okay."
"After you pass the exam, I will give you a name from the Youth Department of the Chinese Football Association. You can think of the specific name yourself. When you have finished thinking about it, tell me, and I will issue a document for you. This is to give you a procedure and admit you.
Our class is approved by the Chinese Football Association and is at the national level."
After finishing speaking, seeing Wang Ai nodding, Liu Chunming bent down and pulled out a pile of training materials from under his desk and handed them to Wang Ai. Wang Ai flipped through them and said, "When is the exam? You know I'm too busy.
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"It's up to you."
"What, what do you mean?"
"Whenever you decide and think you're good enough, just come and I'll find someone to take the test for you. If you pass the test, you'll be given a certificate."
"Is this considered a back door?"
Liu Chunming looked at Wang Ai strangely: "...Don't be so shameless."
"Okay, okay, I understand, I'm doing something special." Wang Ai heyed twice: "What, do you have anything else?"
"have."
"Huh? Are you really okay?" Wang Ai, who had stood up, had to sit down again.
"Am I your leader!" Liu Chunming pointed at Wang Ai and cursed: "Why do you act like I'm your subordinate? No, take this and take a look."
"What?" Wang Ai stood up again and went to Liu Chunming's desk, picked up a document and opened it. There was a long list of names inside.
"Didn't Director Wei tell you just now?"
Wang Ai turned the document to the homepage again, nodded and said: "As you said, you guys are really slow in handling the matter of the Hall of Fame. I've been mentioning it for two years before you implemented it."
"Yes, manpower is tight. Some people receive our salary for nothing. They don't do any work at ordinary times and only instruct others to do their work."
"That's too much." Wang Ai said angrily, then curiously said: "Then how much does this person get paid?"
This time it's Liu's turn to be speechless. It costs 1,800 yuan a month for the World Footballer to give you an office. You are so blind!
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Old Liu became angry: "The rules refer to other countries' football and basketball halls of fame. Candidates can be nominated after five years of retirement. Old members nominate, and half of them pass the candidacy. In the end, everyone votes to select the top three. The Hall of Fame Management Committee has a
Theoretically, only those who enter the best team of the league each year can represent the league. For the national team, those who have at least become a member of the National Olympics and have won the top two in an intercontinental competition or the top five in the world are eligible to be candidates."
"That's difficult."
Liu Chunming shook his head: "It's not difficult. You guys have won Olympic champions and world champions. There are about 27,8 people in the two teams. It will take you 9 years alone. Let's talk about the future. If it can't be done, we can't.
There is the best lineup of the Chinese Super League every year.”
Wang Ai nodded: "It turns out that the Chinese Super League is flexible, so that's okay. So what I have in my hand is the first batch of Hall of Fame members? I'll decide who these seniors are. Do they think too highly of me?"
Liu Chunming was already immune to Wang Ai's slanderous words, and said with a straight face: "Although you are not a representative of the Football Congress, you are our well-known expert. Major football events and major decisions of the Football Association need to refer to expert opinions... Okay
