football light

"Royal Machinery Factory?!"

After reading Ye Jingchu's draft, the eyes of Li Chengdong and Zhao Jiayao almost fell out.

"That's right, that's their name." Ye Jingchu nodded to show that she did not make a typo.

"Tang Song is Tang Song..."

"Lin Yutong who can suppress him is not a good person!"

The two clicked their tongues at the same time.

"Hello!" Ye Jingchu closed the laptop in dissatisfaction, "I'm a weak girl, I just came back from Linyuan City, can't you two big men say nice things to me?"

The two quickly apologized, saying that they must cleanse up reporter Ye Da at night.

"I don't have to eat, and the newspaper has an event tonight. Hurry up and decide which team to go to next year. Now you two are getting a lot of attention. If I get the news before others, the editor-in-chief won't look at me with admiration?"

Like all fresh graduates, Ye Jingchu still has big ambitions. She wants to keep discovering big news, and then her position in the newspaper will flourish.And she must win the exclusive news of these two geniuses.

"Hey, let's talk about it later."

Every time they talked about this issue, the two of them tacitly kept silent, which made Ye Jing happy every time for the first time.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it, I still have to go to the newspaper office to listen to the editor's review comments."

Ye Jingchu is not afraid of these two running away, if they dare to reveal their decision to others in advance, she will wring their necks with her own hands!
After learning the news of the name change of Linyuan No. [-] Factory for the first time, and the first report on the match of the Royal Machinery Factory, Ye Jingchu rushed to the newspaper office in high spirits.

But what was waiting for her was a violent storm.

"What we want is football news! Not someone's struggle history! If you like to write about this kind of stuff, go to the people's livelihood section next door, and don't take up the latrine with me!"

The editor-in-chief was so emotional that her glasses almost fell to the ground, scaring Ye Jingchu into a corner, explaining in a low voice: "The Royal Machinery Factory is also a football team, they were still popular before..."

"Is this kind of broken team considered a hot spot? How many such teams are there in the country? You should spend your life on this kind of news! Ye Jingchu, you are also considered a top student in a prestigious school, why can't you turn your brain around? In China, only the Super League is the most popular, and only the news of the Super League is considered news. Others, at most, are not enough pages to fill in a corner! And this kind of team, don’t look at it today as the Royal Machinery Factory, tomorrow it will be in the Where does anyone know? You want them to be famous, do they deserve it?"

"The manuscript..."

"Send it, make a corner, just this once, don't waste my time with this kind of manuscript in the future. Tonight's party, I will introduce some practitioners who have material in hand to you. Ye Jingchu, you have good qualifications, you should make good use of them." Do you understand?" The editor-in-chief looked at Ye Jingchu's rosy face and clicked.

Ye Jingchu nodded ignorantly. She is a student of a prestigious university and has participated in many social activities at school. Does the editor-in-chief mean these conditions?

After Wen Liangcheng resigned from the No. [-] Middle School, the biggest trouble was the problem of accommodation.But he didn't stay at school. The next day, while all the teachers were in class, he packed his luggage by himself and left quietly.

When he was about to leave school, he looked back at No. [-] Middle School, listening to the sound of Lang Lang reading in the wind, with tears in his eyes.

"It's really easy for me to leave, just like I came lightly." Wen Liangcheng sighed.

He always couldn't understand "Farewell to Cambridge" before, but now he understands it.Maybe what he understood was not the original intention of the poet, but it was a true portrayal of his state of mind.

In the professional team, he wanted to become a superstar, but he retired in one fell swoop.In No. 20 Middle School, he wanted to be a dedicated school team coach, but he was isolated by the students.In the past [-] years, he was born quietly. Except for the first loud cry that surprised his father, there seems to be nothing worthy of special mention.

Next, he will embark on a road that is more difficult than before. On that road, can he leave some deep marks?
Wen Liangcheng was not sure, he could only turn around and walk forward, because he had no other choice.

In the afternoon of that day, Wen Liangcheng was the first time to seriously guide the training of the Royal Machinery Factory.

He looked at the group of people in front of him, the tall ones, the short ones, the thin ones, the fat ones, some of them couldn't even name them, and he couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

After a long silence, Wen Liangcheng said: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Wen Liangcheng, the former midfielder of Shencheng Quanjian. I believe everyone knows my deeds. If you think I am not worthy to be your leader Coach, I'm leaving now."

The players from the Royal Machinery Factory were stunned. Could it be that Wen Liangcheng was beating around the bush and talking about them being unworthy?
"Brother Wen, you can't stay here with your experience. Do we, Fang Xiaoqiang, still have the face to continue playing football?" Fang Xiaoqiang was very depressed. Wouldn't it be over if we played football well?Why did you even mention the theory of birth.In terms of the past, he was really ashamed to stay in the Royal Machinery Factory.

"Shut up." Tang Song whispered, "Brother Wen is being modest, you know?"

The players of the Royal Machinery Factory understood now.They were flattered that Wen Liangcheng coached them as a former professional player in the top league.Wen Liangcheng, on the other hand, was keenly aware of their trembling, so he lowered his status first and let them relax, instead of deliberately satirizing them.

"Brother Wen, you are such a good person!" Anji and the others burst into tears, "But don't care about our feelings, scold you if you want, say whatever you want, and we must be honest and listen to the arrangements."

Wen Liangcheng was speechless, he just wanted to inoculate the players, how did he act like he was self-confident?
"Mr. Wen, don't be polite to them. Don't say that you terminated the contract peacefully with the team. Even if you are expelled from the team and scolded by thousands of people, it doesn't matter to them. Because what they want is the future, Not in the past." Lin Yutong said to Wen Liangcheng with a smile.

Only then did Wen Liangcheng swallow his heart back, and immediately became strict: "In this case, then I am not ignorant. You treat me as the head coach, and you have to listen to me in all matters related to training and games of the team in the future. Yes, no matter what I say is right or wrong, you have to implement it. Correspondingly, I will bear the consequences of each decision alone."

The players of the Royal Machinery Factory were surprised. This Wen Liangcheng looked gentle, how could he be more authoritarian than Lin Yutong?
"What about the management of the team?" Tang Song asked.

Wen Liangcheng's seriousness turned into dumbfounding in a blink of an eye: "Are you short of a head coach or a general manager? It's not enough for me to have a coaching certificate, and I still have to get a Ph.D. in economics?"

Tang Song thought this was reasonable, nodded and said, "We can't call you Brother Wen from now on, we should call you Professor Wen."

"Professor Wen, this title sounds better than Brother Wen." The other players thought it was good.

Wen Liangcheng was speechless: "What is it all about! With the maturity of football commercialization, the previous model of the head coach controlling various powers of the club has proved to be backward. Now the head coach only cares about the team's performance, and other aspects It should be left to a special person. This kind of thing will be discussed later, our task now is to win."

Tang Song thought about it for a while, and it was true, and they didn't have anything to operate now, and they even thought about their own football uniforms.

Wen Liangcheng ignored him, took out a piece of paper and said: "I watched your training yesterday afternoon, everyone's attitude was very positive, so I won't say anything about boosting morale. Next, we will divide into two groups and conduct passing training. "

At this time, Tang Song found another problem: "Brother Wen, there are only a dozen people in our team, are you afraid you won't be able to remember the names?"

The players also found the piece of paper, so they hurriedly introduced themselves. Angie finally concluded: "Brother Wen, there are only so many people. If you are afraid that you will not be able to remember the name, you can call us by our number in the future, or call us directly. Then anyone can do it. Don't be polite to us."

How could Wen Liangcheng want to be polite to them?The paper was immediately in front of everyone's eyes: "It's not just the names of the players, but also the scoring items in training. For example, the number of successful passes and the number of successful dribbles. I will give a comprehensive score every time I train. Punitive."

Angie felt as if he had just eaten a bitter gourd, and he was not afraid of punishing him.Lin Yutong also has punishments in training, such as punishing the whole team to run a few more laps, washing clothes for other players, etc. What he is afraid of is this kind of individual punishment.It doesn't matter if he is tired, he just feels ashamed.

"Enough." Wen Liangcheng saw that several players, like Anji, had some objections, and immediately shouted: "I said, everything is up to me. There is no room for negotiation on this matter."

Then, Wen Liangcheng divided the players into two groups, seven in each group, and each selected a captain.

"Later, one group will interfere, and one group will pass the ball to their own captain. Once they succeed, they will get one point. Then change the captain and continue. If one side scores, grabs the ball or the ball goes out of bounds, the ball will be transferred to the other side. Do you understand?"

Wen Liangcheng made it clear, but the players just didn't understand: "This ball, isn't it going towards the goal?"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Lin Yutong took a step forward and scolded: "Why are you talking so much nonsense about the arrangement? If you think it's okay, then come and be the coach!"

A group of people shut up immediately and ran to practice with a clatter.At the beginning, the defense was a little uncomfortable, and the passing side quickly scored.Slowly, the defensive side finds its skills, and it is difficult for the passing side to succeed.

Wen Liangcheng didn't blame anyone, but emphasized that if the captain of the passing team feels that he is not physically fit, he can change the captain in advance.

Lin Yutong looked at these, and said a little unconvinced: "I also know this method, but I didn't let them practice it."

Wen Liangcheng smiled and said nothing. This is a very conventional tactical training method. He doesn't think Lin Yutong doesn't know it.

Then, Lin Yutong asked with some doubts: "Mr. Wen, you let them practice passing, what about these three?"

Wen Liangcheng looked back, and saw that the three people Lin Yutong pointed out - Tang Song, Wu You, and Wang Dazhuang, were busy teasing the golden retriever raised by Lao Zhangtou.

"These three people have other arrangements." Wen Liangcheng said with a smile, of course he didn't forget these three people.