Ping Pong Life

Chapter 11 The Head Coach's Mind

Wang Bin looked interesting, and joked, "Why don't you two draw lots?"

Tian Qi suddenly became a little anxious, and said: "Wang Zhi, usually you come directly according to the ranking. Tian Zhengguang has been ranked No. 3 for three consecutive months, so it should be him. At the critical moment, you can't be partial. "

"That's right." Wang Bin put away his smiling face: "Okay, then this time, we will confirm Jiangshan, Tianye..."

"How can this be called eccentricity!" Li Zhenguo became anxious, his voice was a little louder, he forcibly interrupted Wang Bin, and said: "Although we usually follow the rules, the usual third place has never lost to folk players. ah!"

After saying these words, the meeting room fell silent.

Wang Bin wondered, "What's going on?"

Tian Qi's face was a little ugly. In his opinion, the competition between himself and Li Zhenguo was a healthy internal competition, but Li Zhenguo's sudden exposure of this scandal was a lack of martial ethics.

Li Zhenguo was also a little embarrassed, he was a little anxious just now, and suddenly became impulsive.

So it was Zhao Fuqiang's turn to watch the fun, and explained with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that after the big round yesterday, the owner of the arena asked our players to play entertainment games with ordinary fans. Sheng played a round with Tian Zhengguang and won by luck."

But Wang Bin would not be fooled by his understatement. He frowned and said, "Seriously, how did you win? How did the high school students play? What style? What genre? What kind of racket did you use?"

Zhao Fuqiang was a little tongue-tied for a moment, and after a while he said: "It's noisy in there, and I didn't look carefully, but I think it's just normal, it's purely because Tian Zhengguang played too casually."

At the critical moment, he still didn't want to offend Tian Qi to death, after all, we are all colleagues.

But Wang Bin frowned more and more, and said, "What about the video? Show me the video."

The three coaches looked at each other and shook their heads together: "There is no video."

"As a table tennis coach, if you see a valuable game, you have to record it and study it. Isn't this a basic operation?"

Wang Bin's face was a bit ugly: "It just so happened that you didn't record the video yesterday? What a coincidence?"

Once the head coach got serious, the three of them felt the pressure was great, and even Li Zhenguo didn't dare to provoke him, saying: "Don't worry about just an amateur player, that kid looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, and he has no future."

Tian Qi also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, let's get down to business. I agree to let Tian Zhengguang and Li Mu fight again."

But Wang Bin sighed, a little disappointed with the three of them: "You guys..."

He didn't bother to talk anymore, turned on his phone and started searching for local table tennis-related videos.

After all, this is an era when everyone shoots. In a place like Mingyue Stadium, if yesterday's game was really exciting, he doesn't believe that no one will take a picture and post it on the Internet.

As it turns out, he was right.

Just 3 minutes later, a video appeared on the phone.

The video is noisy, and a very vague young voice can be heard saying: "If you come, don't play. Let's play seriously, and the outcome will be determined in one game, dare you?"

Tian Qi was very desperate, and gave Li Zhenguo a hard look from a secret angle. Li Zhenguo knew he was wrong, so he could only apologize.

In less than 10 minutes of the video, Wang Bin quietly looked at the blurred picture. The boy lost 0:8 first, then won 10 goals in a row, and finally hit Tian Zhengguang with a beautiful straight horizontal stroke.

The person who took the video knew how to do things, and he didn't even stop the video after the shooting, and recorded the boy's last few words.

"Is this the difference between professional and amateur?"

"Is this what you call a candy bar with no future?"

"Ha ha!"

After the video was played, the conference room was depressingly quiet.

Wang Bin's eyes fell on the three of them again.

"That's what you guys said... It feels average? An amateur player? Eighteen or nineteen years old, with no future?"

His knuckles tapped lightly on the table, his tone was very calm, and he slowly announced the next thing.

"Tian Zhengguang, his morals are corrupt, professional players bully and provoke amateur players, the key is that he hasn't played yet! Losing and losing, the behavior is extremely bad, fined 1 yuan, recorded a major demerit, and is not allowed to touch the ball for training within a week. At the same time, it is not allowed to participate in this relegation match."

"Long Tao, was instigated by others to tarnish the team's reputation. He also lost and lost. He was fined 5000 yuan. He wrote a self-criticism of no less than [-] words, read it aloud in public, and filed it."

"Tian Qi, the coach, did not report what he knew, and shielded the team members. He was fined 5000 yuan, and he will be demerited... I will not remember it for now."

"The coaches Li Zhenguo and Zhao Fuqiang also did not report what they knew and formed a clique to cover up. They were each fined 3000 yuan."

He paused for a moment, and tapped his fingers on the table more vigorously. The sound of tut duk fell into the ears of the three of them, and they were a little startled.

"Everyone, don't forget that we are the coaches of the Jiangcheng table tennis team first, and secondly, we are the brothers, uncles, and uncles of the children in the team."

"What we have to do is to send the best talents to the home team, then the home team sends the best talents to the provincial team, and the provincial team sends the best talents to the national team. Only the best seedlings are selected at each level. , our Huaguo table tennis can remain strong."

"I don't ask you to be impartial, because I can't do it myself. If my son plays basketball, I will definitely give him a little trouble."

"But at least, the public is more important than the private, you have to do this, right?"

"The kid in the video, as long as he conducts a little professional training, his strength will never be inferior to Tian Zhengguang, but such a good seedling, have you never thought of discovering it?"

"Go find him and bring him to trial training!"

……

Early in the morning, Yan Feng, the owner of Mingyue Pavilion, answered a phone call.

"It's Coach Tianqi, haha, hello, hello, what's the matter?"

"What? Coach Wang Bin is looking for me?"

"You want to find the kid who played in my gym the day before yesterday? Let me think about it..."

"Okay, wait a moment, I will call you immediately when I find out."

Yan Feng hung up the phone, and immediately called Han Tiande again.

"Haha, Old Han, I haven't contacted you for a long time..."

"Yes, yes, just the day before yesterday, your son came to play with me. Oh, he is really a good-looking talent. By the way, there is a child with him, who played very well and defeated all the professional players of the city team. Now the head coach of the city team, Wang Bin, is looking for him."

"It's also because your son has a good eye, and he has made such extraordinary friends...Well, can you help me find out about the child's contact information. The home address is also fine."

"Haha, don't, don't, just ask me directly, I won't talk to your son, because the day before yesterday, there were too many people, and it was a bit chaotic, and he might be a little neglectful of him, maybe he has something against me..."

After a lot of trouble, Wang Bin successfully obtained Wang Chao's information.

"To untie the bell, you need the person who tied it. The three of you go together and invite him to our training base. It's a crime."

"Let's not talk about whether he will be admitted or not. Let's talk about inviting someone over. At that time, everyone will see together whether this kid is worth cultivating."

Although head coach Wang Bin is thirsty for talents, he is also holding a breath in his heart, mainly because he is unhappy with Wang Chao's sentence "who says amateurs can't beat professionals".

He had to let that kid who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth understand one thing.

The dignity of professional players is not something that ordinary players can trample on at will!

(End of this chapter)