Section 340: Grab the Class and Seize Power (Part 1)
Before coming, Wang Ai warned himself repeatedly: Don't be angry, don't be angry.
But damn, I can’t help it!
What does it mean to "dedicate one's crime to meritorious service"? It's only necessary if you're guilty, but what's Wang Ai's crime? What's wrong with asking the coaching staff for feedback?
One army, one voice, yes. When fighting, you are afraid of being confused. But it doesn’t have to be like this all the time. It only needs to be like this when playing a game. Otherwise, what is "military democracy"? Fighting or game preparations
At this stage, people are allowed to speak freely and express opinions freely. Only the unified opinions formed after full communication can achieve the goal of uniting everyone. By blocking people's mouths or scaring people, it can only prove that your leadership skills are not up to standard!
Just like Wang Yun, he felt that his physical condition could not bear the task of both offense and defense. He asked the coach to explain the situation. If you agree, then agree. If you disagree, don't agree. No one will say anything. After all, this is yours.
Authority. But can you say that it was a mistake for someone to come to you to explain the situation?
Okay, I won’t even let you speak anymore, you ***!
If Wang Ai does not say anything, it is equivalent to giving Wang Ai a verdict and first concluding that Wang Ai is guilty.
The conference room fell into freezing temperatures.
Wang Ai kicked the table over, scaring everyone to the point of paralysis. Tea spilled all over Director Zhang, who looked at Wang Ai in shock and didn't know how to react.
This time, they didn't go through this.
No one reacted until Wang Ai walked out of the conference room.
At night in Doha, there was a cool breeze. Wang Ai looked up at the sky. Originally, he wanted to leave directly. Anyway, this year's national team, Olympic team, and national junior team are all in full bloom. With good results in hand, he doesn't care about a young Asian youth team at all.
How is the game?
But just as he was about to leave, he saw the frightened and desperate faces of Zhao Xuri, Guo Liang, Wang Yun, and even Yang Hao, Du Wenhui and others. The team members were not as complicated as the coaching staff. They completely ignored Wang Ai's
Arrival serves as the backbone. Even though Wang Ai is on average four years younger than them.
They also want to go further and compete in the Youth Championship! They are all innocent!
Wang Ai let out a long sigh and turned to ask Yan Zhu: "Brother Yan, did I do something wrong?"
Yan Zhu pondered for a moment, then smiled: "You were wrong not to resist, but you didn't use the means carefully."
Wang Ai also smiled: "What if it were you?"
"Me? I'm you?" Yan Zhu pointed to his nose, then shrugged: "Then they are already lying down."
Wang Ai and Sun Yi laughed, took out the phone and shook their heads: "You all saw it, it's so dirty!"
"Yeah, seeing that there are no good results left, we are eager to shirk responsibility, divert our attention, and do something to innocent young players. What the hell!" Sun Yi spat: "They are all young people under the age of 20.
If they do this, they won't be able to turn around in a few years!"
Half an hour later, Wang Ai walked back to the conference room with the phone in hand.
The expressionless Wang Ai refused to let in strangers. He walked up to Director Zhang in the eyes of everyone and stretched out his hand: "Your phone number, the leader is looking for you."
Director Zhang picked up the phone in astonishment and turned around and walked out without saying a few words. Yan Shiduo's angry roar could be heard clearly on the phone. Wang Baoshan followed him out of the conference room in panic.
There is only one Mai Chao left on the rostrum.
Wang Ai looked around, smiled, turned around, walked up to the podium, and sat down unceremoniously in front of the table he had just kicked over.
Mai Chao blinked and raised the corners of his mouth. He tried his best to shrink in the chair and reduce his sense of presence.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ai immediately turned to look at him with a smile without saying a word.
Mai Chao was stunned for a moment and pointed to his chest. When Wang Ai nodded, he smiled mockingly and stood up.
When I walked to the door, I heard Wang Ai's voice from behind: "Coach Mai, I don't have any objections to you. I just want to talk to my team members in private."
Mai Chao nodded, turned around and said: "Xiao Wang, no matter what, I'm very happy to have you back. It doesn't matter who is responsible for this National Youth League so far. The important thing is that no matter who it is, I hope to be able to deal with it."
Good grades. So, please."
As soon as Mai Chao left, only a group of team members were left in the conference room, and not a single leader was left.
"Zhao Xuri, Guo Liang, Yang Hao, go and lock the door." Wang Ai directly named them.
After hearing Wang Ai's order, the three of them subconsciously stood up and went to the door, locking the front door and the back door respectively. Yang Hao struggled a little, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong, but facing the calm and calm
The old captain couldn't say anything and could only obey.
When the three of them came back, Wang Ai scanned the conference room. Some were familiar and some were ordinary, with different expressions.
Wang Ai smiled and said, "Sun Yi, pass out the candies to everyone, and let's talk while eating."
The atmosphere in the conference room was much more lively.
Wang Ai chewed a piece of fruit candy in his mouth and slammed the table: "Do you know how much I paid for you? The main game of the League Cup! Ah, I can't participate for you. The main game of the Chinese Players League Cup
I gave up the first goal. I guess that beast Bai Guanghai must be aiming for this year's UEFA Cup scorer list. If I play one less game, I will lose the Golden Boot of the UEFA Cup.
!”
"Why!" Wang Ai changed his position, leaning on the chair crookedly, looking at everyone: "For the World Youth Championship! Hey, tell me, are you willing to participate in the Youth Championship?"
"Of course I am willing!" Zhao Xuri replied.
"Are you the only one willing to go?" Wang Ai asked doubtfully, "Just the two of us?"
"Boss, I am willing too!" Guo Liang raised his hand.
"Ask me again." Wang Ai looked at Yang Hao, Wang Yun and others: "The 2002 World Cup Silver Boots now seriously ask you, are you all willing to participate in the Youth Championship?"
"Yes!" sparse, large and small voices answered.
Wang Ai closed his eyes and said impatiently: "I didn't hear it."
"Yes!" everyone shouted loudly.
"Okay!" Wang Ai stood up suddenly and banged the table: "We have trained hard, warmed up, and come here in such a hot weather. Can we be willing not to go to the World Youth Championship? I will follow you now.
Guaranteed, whatever I am in the World Cup, I will be in the following games!"
"Okay, boss!" Zhao Xuri stood up excitedly: "I also promise you that I will kick you as much as you want me to!"
"Okay, sit down first." Wang Ai said with a smile: "Let me announce something first. I just asked the leaders for instructions. All the penalties previously imposed by the National Youth League will be revoked and will not be included in the files. Guo Liang, Wang Yun, Wang
Song, Huakang, remember to go to the coaching staff tomorrow and ask for your letter of apology. Anyone else who has been punished will have it revoked."
"Really, boss?" Guo Liang suppressed his surprise.
"Have I lied to you?" Wang Ai sneered.
"Long live the boss!" Guo Liang and others jumped up.
Wang Ai pushed Guo Liang's stretched-out head and said: "But let me start my ugly words. If you don't work hard in the next game and don't obey the instructions, although I can't do this to you, but next year's senior youth championship, I can
I won’t take you there. In addition, Guo Liang and you four, although the coaching staff won’t punish you, you should be more honest. Don’t think that you are awesome because you played in Class A. Did I say that I am awesome?”
"No, no." Guo Liang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Yes!" Zhao Xuri nodded in agreement: "The World Cup silver boots are not awesome at all."
