Before I finished the dumplings I made for New Year’s Eve, it was time to say goodbye.
Before going to Spain, Zhao Yang wanted to go to Suzhou to confess to Gao Han, but Gao Han said that she went to Sanya for vacation.
Zhao Yang was very disappointed, and his enthusiasm turned into a farewell greeting.
"Have fun, I'm going to Spain to play football. If you come to Spain, don't forget to find me."
Gao Han's answer was only two words, "Okay."
Afterwards, the two had no further contact.
On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Jianguo and his wife drove Zhao Yang to Yanjing Airport.
Zhao Yang was an only son, and Li Yun couldn't bear to leave his son. He chose universities in his own province and city, but he didn't expect to find a job in a foreign country.
Seeing Zhao Yang dragging his suitcase into the airport, Zhao Jianguo was fine, while Li Yun was leaning in her husband's arms with tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Yang did not see his mother cry, but received a text message from Gao Han.
“Have a safe journey.”
It's still Gao Han's style, cherishing words like gold.
However, in the cold wind in the north, it gave Zhao Yang a touch of warmth.
Barcelona Airport
Zhen Li has been waiting for half an hour.
She was entrusted by Wang Bin to pick up Zhao Yang.
She didn't know why Wang Bin valued Zhao Yang so much.
Just a semi-professional player who will play for a third-division team.
It's enough to send a driver to pick you up.
Is it because Chinese football is so bad?
Seeing Zhao Yang dragging his suitcase out of the airport, Zhen Li quickly waved, "Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang, here."
"Hello! Miss Truth, thank you for coming to pick me up."
Zhao Yang wanted to laugh when he saw Zhen Li, because he always thought of a sentence in Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged", "The truth is always naked."
"No need to thank me, I was entrusted by Uncle Wang. Let's go."
After getting in the car, Zhen Li skillfully drove her Volkswagen Golf out of the airport and rushed to the city. Soon she arrived at the place where Zhao Yang lived - a quaint three-story building.
"This is your future residence. The rent is 300 euros per month and all facilities are available. Uncle Wang has paid it for you. You can just pay it to him later."
"It's very close to St. Andrew's Club. It takes about 20 minutes by bus. You can get a monthly pass."
"There is a Spanish training class nearby. I have signed you up. You can ask the landlord to take you there to pay the fee."
"There are many fast food restaurants around here. If you want to save money, you can cook it yourself, or eat with the landlord and pay a fee."
Zhen Li spoke simply and acted simply. She brought Zhao Yang to the landlord, an old Spanish man with rosacea, and drove away.
The Spaniard's English is very poor. Zhao Yang chatted awkwardly with the landlord for a few words, then got the key and went back to the room to rest.
As Zhen Li said, all facilities are available, even toothbrushes and toothpaste are bought.
Zhao Yang was secretly grateful to Wang Bin. It was so convenient to have such a fellow countryman to help him in a foreign country. Otherwise, he wouldn't know where to buy it with the money.
When it was almost time to have lunch, Wang Bin came.
"Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, I just had something to do and couldn't pick you up in person."
Zhao Yang said quickly: "Uncle Wang, I don't know how to thank you enough. The arrangements are so thoughtful."
Wang Bin smiled and said: "These are all small things. You are unfamiliar with the place. If I don't help you, who will help you? Come on, let's go have lunch. I'll call Lily. After dinner, I'll ask her to take you to apply for a phone card.
Bank card, bus card.”
Zhao Yang said: "Uncle Wang, there is no need to trouble Miss Zhen Li, I will handle it myself."
Wang Bin said: "You don't understand the language and don't know the place. What should I do? Don't be polite to her. She is the daughter of my good brother. You asked her to make several thousand euros in two days, so she should help you a little."
Wang Bin has been very busy recently. He hurriedly left after lunch with Zhao Yang at noon. Zhen Li helped Zhao Yang get various cards and paid for the training class.
Zhen Li seems to be a little unreasonable, but she is still very reliable in her work.
In the evening, Wang Bin didn't come over. Zhao Yang ate something casually at a fast food restaurant outside and then rested.
The next day, Zhao Yang was planning to take the bus to train. Unexpectedly, the St. Andrew's Club was very considerate and asked Jose, the coach of the youth team, to take Zhao Yang to the stadium in a detour.
I heard that a Chinese player came today, and there were many fans at St. Andrew's Stadium.
Of course, they are mainly Chinese international students.
This is not Zhao Yang's first time coming to St. Andrew's Stadium, but this is his first time training with a professional team.
Zhao Yang was both excited and nervous.
The head coach of the St. Andrew's adult team is called Pablo. He used to coach the second division Segunda Division A. He was very capable, but had a bad temper, so he was reduced to coaching in Segunda Division A.
Pablo was not satisfied with President Carlos signing a Chinese player.
The professional players in China are not very good, let alone an amateur player.
Pablo knew that the chairman was motivated by business considerations, but for the head coach, all he considered was results.
Pablo did not object to this signing. He has already coached in the Spanish Third Division. If he displeases the boss again, he will probably have to stay at home and be unemployed.
Pablo saw Zhao Yang's nervousness and did not say anything to comfort him. He just said lightly: "Zhao, I know you performed very well when you played against the Bastrana Youth Team, but you have to remember
, there is a huge difference between amateur players and professional players, you have to go all out to keep up, understand?"
Zhao Yang knew that he couldn't be timid at this time and said loudly: "I understand."
Pablo nodded and said, "Okay, let's go and warm up."
Although the St. Andrew's team is only a fourth-level team, it is very standardized, with teams at all levels, and the training is also very professional.
It starts with a warm-up jogging, followed by ball-bumping to familiarize yourself with the ball's characteristics, passing and receiving training, circle-rushing training, ball-discharging and pressing training, and finally group confrontation training.
Zhao Yang's skills are not good among amateur players, and compared with professional teams, there is a huge gap.
His teammates barely hit the ball hundreds of times without landing, but Zhao Yang hit dozens of balls and had to start over.
The gap between the passing and receiving skills of the professional team and the amateur team is even greater. The professional team passes the ball faster and with greater power. Zhao Yang simply cannot catch the ball and cannot stop it.
In the past, Zhao Yang always cursed when he saw the national football team stopping the ball for several meters. Now he knew why it stopped like that.
The power is too great and the ball speed is too fast.
What made Zhao Yang collapse even more was grabbing the circle.
It turns out that the amateur team also practiced passing and grabbing, but the circle was too big. Now the circle is too small, and they only pass the ball with one or two kicks. Zhao Yang couldn't stop the ball and couldn't pass it in place. In the morning, he became the one who grabbed the ball in the circle.
Permanent Representative.
But what Zhao Yang couldn't adapt to the most was the team's rhythm.
The pace of the professional team is too fast. At Zhao Yang's age, he has the best physical strength, but he can't keep up at all. After practicing the circle grabbing, his legs felt like lead, and his whole body was weak. He only practiced pressing and releasing the ball.
Yes, but later I became just a spectator.
After obtaining the football sign-in system, Zhao Yang was full of confidence, thinking that he would reach the top and kill everyone. Only now did he realize that he had underestimated professional football. The system could not solve all problems, and he had to go all out.