super storm

Chapter 82 The Fate of the Reformer
"Why do you have time to see me?"

Panting, Yang Yang walked up to Van Gaal, sat down beside him, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured water into his almost dry stomach. This feeling was quite enjoyable.

After Yang Yang entered the Ajax youth training camp, Van Gaal seemed to keep a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally, but from several contacts, Yang Yang could feel the care from Van Gaal, but this was only from personal friendship.

He believes that Van Gaal has been silently paying attention to himself.

"I'm in trouble." Van Gaal said lightly.

But Yang Yang saw that at this moment, his expression was slightly smiling, and he didn't look like a troubled person.

"And then?" Yang Yang asked.

"The last time I was in trouble, I met you at the skate park in Almere, and you helped me out of the first problem, but you also brought me this problem."

"Ah?" Yang Yang was a little puzzled, what is this?
"So, should you do something?"

"for example?"

Van Gaal frowned, "For example...answer me a question."

"Oh, it's easy." Yang Yang heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

Seeing him smiling, Van Gaal couldn't help but smile too.

Is it easy?

Maybe, but for Van Gaal at this moment, it is not easy at all, it can even be said to be difficult.

"Okay, let's start then." Van Gaal said softly.

"For example, I mean, for example, you decide to do something, but everyone around you thinks it is impossible to succeed, and they even take this opportunity to attack you and take revenge on you, so what do you think you will do?"

Yang Yang frowned and thought for a while, "Just like Henk Dimmel and others treated me back then?"

"It's a lot more serious than that."

"Then I will definitely consider whether this matter is worth doing. If it is worth it, then I will do it. No matter how many people doubt or attack me, I will do it. It's like when Henk Dimmel and the others laughed at me in front of the whole class. I didn't take it seriously, because I knew exactly what I was doing."

"But what if it fails? You may lose a lot of what you have now."

"This is the price of taking risks!" Yang Yang said with a smile, "But how do we know what the result will be before we do it? It is impossible for us not to dare to take risks because we are afraid of failure. How can there be a good thing with zero risk in this world?" Yang Yang asked back.

Seeing that Van Gaal was silent, Yang Yang said again: "Besides, everything I have now is obtained through hard work, not falling from the sky, losing it, at worst, I will just work hard again, what is there to be afraid of?"

Van Gaal looked at Yang Yang and had to admit that his words were very frank and true, and he was such a person.

From Almere to Ajax, he has come all the way.

In fact, Van Gaal is very clear that he has always been soberly aware of how to choose, but he just wants to find someone who agrees with him to give him some encouragement and courage.

And this person is Yang Yang.

This is a very strange feeling. From the time I met Yang Yang in Almere until now, Yang Yang has always been very special.

"I decided to do something," Van Gaal said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Yang Yang asked casually.

He didn't notice that when Van Gaal said this, the expression on his face became extremely serious and solemn.

"I can't tell you yet, but you will know later." Van Gaal didn't say it directly, but just looked back at Yang Yang with a faint smile, "I tell you this because I think you will understand me. We are friends, right?"

"That's my honor." Yang Yang smiled and nodded.

"People are like this. No matter how lonely and arrogant they are, when they encounter difficulties, they always hope to get some help, even if it's just a verbal consolation. I also hope that no matter whether this matter succeeds or not, at least you understand me. Even if one day I am forced to leave Ajax, at least you will come to see me off."

In the end, there was a trace of loneliness that was not understood by Van Gaal's expression.

Regarding Van Gaal, everyone's evaluation is very polarized, there are praises and criticisms, and no one can tell clearly.

But as a friend, Yang Yang felt that his temper was indeed a bit big, and his personality was also a bit stubborn. It seemed difficult to get along with, but there was no doubt that he was not a hypocrite.

"I remember."

Van Gaal sighed, stood up from his seat, and looked back at Yang Yang, "Don't practice too late, pay attention to rest, and practice your left foot more when you have time, the progress is too slow."

In the end, Van Gaal himself couldn't help but laugh.

With Yang Yang's progress speed, anyone can describe it as super fast, but for some reason, Van Gaal still feels that it is not fast enough, maybe it is because he is 17 years old, or because...

"Keman and his coaching staff should transfer you to the first team these days, train hard and perform well."

Yang Yang looked at the back of Van Gaal leaving, feeling both happy and worried.

The joy is that I will soon enter the first team, but the worry is what Van Gaal has to do.

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While Yang Yang returned to the locker room to pack his things, Van Gaal left De Tokmoorster, but instead of driving, he walked slowly all the way to the Amsterdam Arena.

Enter the administrative office familiarly, and come outside the office of club chairman Michael van Prager.

The door was not closed, and the people inside were sitting anxiously, waiting impatiently.

Seeing Van Gaal appear, Van Prager immediately stood up from the sofa, called Louis, and beckoned him to come over and sit down.

Michael van Prager is regarded as the son of his father. His father created the most glorious legend in the history of Ajax. Michels and Cruyff both came from that period. However, after the old Van Prager stepped down, Ajax once fell into a quagmire, and finally Michael van Prager stepped forward.

Van Prager Jr. brought Ajax the final brilliance, that is, the legend during Van Gaal's coaching period, but then it was impacted by the Bosman Act, coupled with the failure of youth training investment, and the impact of the club's listing, making Ajax's situation worse every year, and it has been losing money every year in recent years.

In the past few years since the beginning of the new century, Michael van Prager's chairmanship has been in crisis. Because of this, he once again invited his old friend Van Gaal to serve as the club's technical director, hoping to reverse the situation.

But now it seems that nothing has changed.

"Louis, you said you have something very important to talk to me about, what is it?" Michael Van Prager asked with concern.

Van Gaal looked at the club chairman solemnly, and replied flatly: "I have decided."

"What?" Van Prager's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked, "What was decided?"

"Don't worry, I won't be entangled with Cruyff anymore, it doesn't make any sense to me anymore, and I won't change myself easily and compromise with difficulties, I decided to do what I should do as the technical director of Ajax."

"What do you mean?" Van Prager had a very ominous premonition and panicked.

"You know, Michael, some things cannot be avoided. Problems arise, and they are there. We can't pretend that they didn't happen. What we should do is to solve these problems instead of avoiding them."

Van Prager now understood what Van Gaal was going to do, shook his head and said: "No, Louis, you are too radical, understand? Not to mention Cruyff, even other board members would not agree."

"But you and I understand that this may cause short-term pain, but it can bring long-term development to the team."

"No, this won't work." Van Prager kept waving his hands, showing resistance.

"If you don't cut out the carrion, you can't grow good skin."

"But this is too much movement, and it may also have a serious impact on the team's performance."

"It has been affected for a long time, Michael. Today's European football is no longer ten years ago. Now AC Milan can make the people of our team panic and our main generals alienated by relying on a pile of false transfer rumors. Don't you still see where we are?"

Van Gaal's words left Van Prager speechless.

Ajax does have an extremely glorious past, but as Van Gaal said, that is all in the past.

Today's European football is no longer what it was ten years ago. At that time, there was no Bosman Act. At that time, Ajax could rely on a group of players trained by itself to dominate European football, but now?
Even Van der Vaart, who is a red seedling, is secretly operating the transfer, let alone other people?

Van Gaal smiled coldly, shook his head and said, "Michael, like many people and fans, you are still immersed in the glory of the past, and you are unwilling to open your eyes to take a good look at this brand new world. You are afraid, and you are running away."

Van Prager was a little overwhelmed, and sat back on the sofa weakly.

"This is a cruel world where the survival of the fittest. What we need to do now is to throw away the shackles and burdens of the past, make drastic reforms, and go into battle lightly. Only in this way can we have a chance to keep the team's position in European football to the greatest extent. Otherwise, we will be eliminated sooner or later."

Van Gaal's words were categorical, and Van Prager's face turned pale when he heard it.

"They... none of them will agree."

"I don't need their consent," Van Gaal insisted.

"how do you want to do it?"

"You don't have to worry about this, as long as you believe in me, I will try my best to ensure that the team can beat Bruges in the next game and advance smoothly. If the team advances by then, you can't stop me."

"Then... what if the promotion fails?"

"I took the blame and resigned and took all the responsibilities. From now on, everything about Ajax has nothing to do with me."

Van Prager's hands trembled. He never thought that Van Gaal would bet so big, which was completely beyond his expectation.

But he had a hunch that whether or not what Van Gaal wanted to do would work out, he wouldn't end well with the team.

This should be the fate of reformers.

　I've seen the first team beckoning, how about you?

　　Brothers and sisters, please feel free to vote, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)