champion my dream

Chapter 152 The Xi'an Team Strengthens the Bench

The next day, Xingmeng Football School ushered in a familiar figure.

"Old friend! Old friend! Welcome! Welcome! May I ask who this is..." Uncle Da warmly received her (him) in the VIP room.

"This is our Coach Ding, this is Mr. Principal." The person who came was Miss Yuan, who was like a big sister and mother, and she introduced each other.

"Hi principal!" Coach Ding stretched out his hand politely.

"Oh, gold medal coach, sit down, sit down, please!" Uncle Da held Coach Ding's hand tightly, and then greeted him (her) warmly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, principal, congratulations on winning glory for the country in the World Junior Competition! Can I ask to see the saint?" Miss Yuan sat down and said.

"Two, please drink tea!" Secretary Cao brought the fragrant tea.

"Thank you!" Coach Ding said politely.

"Thank you!" Miss Yuan also said politely.

"Principal! Please drink tea." Secretary Cao also sent a copy to Uncle Da.

"Miss Yuan, wait a moment..." Then Uncle Da asked Secretary Cao beside him to invite the saint himself.

"Miss Yuan, Coach Ding, please drink tea. Your Xi'an team has won the national championship. Congratulations! Congratulations!" Uncle Da was very proud.

"So today, we came to thank you, thank you for giving us hope." Ms. Yuan said gratefully.

"Fate, fate, this is the fate between us, why did you bother to come here by yourself." Uncle Da said modestly.

"Principal, to be honest, we have another purpose for coming here today, and we need to buy another team!" Miss Yuan explained her purpose.

"No problem! No problem! Our door is always open." Uncle Da was very happy.



Ms. Yuan is a major client of Xingmeng Football School, and the sage rushed over after hearing the news.As soon as he entered the door, he heard Uncle Da talking and laughing happily with the two guests.

"Saint..." Miss Yuan immediately stood up and said in admiration.

"A rare visitor! A rare visitor! This... is Coach Ding." Saint's memory is extraordinary. He had watched the live broadcast of the second half of the game by CCTV. At that time, the U15 Star Dream team lost to the coach who led the Xi'an team. In the live broadcast, there was a scene that briefly introduced this coach Ding, and the saint remembered him deeply.

"Saint, he has been famous for a long time. It is a great honor to see him today." Coach Ding can be said to have come here admiringly. He has a kind of reverence for the saint!

"Everyone is really flattering me. I am also an ordinary person. It was only because of an inspiration that I created football techniques and tactics. I didn't expect it to be used on the field. I am lucky, lucky! Hahaha!"

"The "Football Book" created by the sage is simply a heavenly book. Our Chinese football needs such skills and tactics." Coach Ding gave the "Football Book" the highest evaluation from his professional perspective.

"Inspiration, this is all inspiration, not enough to worry about. Whether this can contribute to Chinese football will take time to verify." Saint is still relatively easy-going towards guests, without the serious atmosphere of the past.

"I have been a coach for more than 20 years. I have coached China B, China A, and China Super League. But I prefer the current Xi'an team. Although they are still children, their style and fighting spirit completely adhere to the spirit of "Football Book". I dare say they will definitely become a strong team in the Chinese Super League in the future." Coach Ding is full of confidence in the Xi'an team.

"Well! They are all malleable talents, and under the guidance of a gold medal coach, they will definitely become dazzling superstars in the future." Saint agrees with Coach Ding's opinion.

"As far as our Chinese virtues are concerned, I can be regarded as a disciple of a sage, but a fool is not talented, not worthy, not worthy." Coach Ding wanted to worship the sage as his teacher, but he couldn't open his mouth.Because he was afraid that he would not be worthy.

"Don't say that, don't say that, we are all members of a big family, why should we say that we are disciples and grandchildren." In the eyes of the saints, everyone is equal, and everyone has the only goal of contributing to Chinese football. It is his great love that is even more admirable.

"I didn't expect the saint with great ambitions to be so approachable, really admirable! Admiration!" Before coming, coach Ding always thought that the saint was a high-ranking figure, but he didn't expect him to be so approachable with great ambitions. It really made him admire him.

"Before I met the principal, I was a small chef in a noodle restaurant. I lived a sweaty and ordinary life every day. It seems that people, no matter how big or small their dreams are, as long as they have the courage to raise their feet , to move towards the future..." The sage chatted with them quite predestined.

Suddenly Coach Ding applauded: "Classic! Classic! If you don't even have the courage to lift your feet, you will never reach your dream."

"Fortunately, I was discovered by the bright-eyed principal, otherwise Chinese football will have to wait until what year and month it will rise." Ms. Yuan interjected, now she is also obsessed with football.

"By the way, didn't you say..."

"Oh... that's right, Saint, besides being grateful, we also want to strengthen our bench." Miss Yuan interrupted Uncle Da's words.

"Well! If you want to be a strong team, the thickness of the bench is also very important." Since the World Junior Championships, the Saints have also paid attention to the team's bench.This happens to coincide with the Xi'an team.

"What the saint said is very true, the thickness of the bench depends on the critical moment." In fact, Coach Ding has always mentioned to the boss to strengthen the bench, so today the boss finally sent him (she).

"Yes! We met the Spanish team in the semi-finals, and it was because of this that we suffered a disadvantage. What players do you need this time?" Saint asked.

"We have a small request." Miss Yuan said bravely.

"Miss Yuan, please tell me!"

"We hope to select 11 more players from the advertised class, but don't worry, the saint, we dare not get involved in the gold inlaid jade generation." This is also the instruction of their boss. If you want to buy, you can choose from the advertised class.

"From the World Junior Championships, we have also seen our own shortcomings. Yesterday we just selected a dozen players to join the advertised class, and we plan to keep these as well."

"This..." Miss Yuan was momentarily at a loss for words.

"In addition to these, we have more than 30 players to choose from, why don't you take a look first." Uncle Da said hurriedly, he wanted to facilitate this deal.

"Okay! Let's let the saint help us choose!" They trust the saint very much. The Xi'an team that Ms. Yuan brought back last time is the best proof that the saint has absolutely no selfishness.

"Secretary Cao, paper, pen." The saint called.

"Yes." Secretary Cao dared not neglect.

Soon he handed over the 11-person list to Secretary Cao's dignitaries.

After a while, Secretary Cao brought over 11 players from the advertised class, one of whom everyone knew...

Coach Ding nodded. He has been coaching for more than [-] years, and he was very satisfied with these players at first glance.

"Okay, we all want this team, please make a price, principal."

The price is confidential and will not be disclosed here.

"Coach Ding, in half a year, if you can defeat our generation of Jin Xiangyu, I will give you the textbook of the fourth trick of "Football Collection"."

"Ah!" Coach Ding was taken aback, and then knelt down with a plop: "Saint, whether you accept it or not, you are the mentor in my life, please accept my worship."

"No, no, please hurry up, please hurry up, the strong are the strongest, I hope to see that your two teams can make progress together..." The saint hurriedly helped him up.

"Thank you, Master!" Coach Ding should be older than the saint, but the power of the saint has already made him deeply admired.

(End of this chapter)