Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 110 The Other Side of the Sea (Please add to your favorites)

Jiaozhou Weili Football Club.

Zhang Zhenting looked at the documents in his hand and felt a terrible headache coming on.

The season is over and the New Year is just around the corner, but his tasks remain heavy.

The roster arrangements and transfer list for next season also need to be signed.

Some people have left, and the vacancies need to be filled, which requires promoting suitable candidates.

Moreover, this person's selection must be coordinated with the club's management; they cannot make decisions on their own. Everything must be reported to higher authorities, which is incredibly frustrating.

"Even a dog wouldn't do that!"

Zhang Zhenting grumbled, but his hands moved quickly.

Approve it if it should be approved!

Sign it if you need to!

At that moment, a Willie employee walked in.

"Coach Zhang, the general manager wants you to come over!"

Zhang Zhenting said irritably, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

After saying that, he looked up and asked, "What is it?"

"I don't know!" the staff member shook his head; "We're in a real hurry!"

Ha~~~~~~
Zhang Zhenting sighed. He could only put the documents aside and get up to go to Liu Chengyun's office.

Knock on the office door.

dong dong!

"come in!"

Liu Chengyun's voice rang out.

Zhang Zhenting pushed open the door and was about to speak when he saw Liu Chengyun holding a phone in one hand and making a shushing gesture.

Zhang Zhenting had no choice but to find a place to sit down first.

"Yes! Yes! You flatter me, sir. I achieved these results thanks to your leadership!"

"Yes! I understand! I will continue to work hard!"

"My attitude? Our management team will adhere to the principle of prudent cultivation, promote the growth of young players step by step, and gradually accumulate the achievements of the youth training system with a steady and pragmatic style!"

"Yes! Yes! The leader is right, we should indeed be bolder!"

"We will uphold an open and inclusive approach to personnel selection, boldly select outstanding young players, focus on stimulating innovative thinking and tactical creativity, and ensure that young players get sufficient opportunities for practical training through a scientific and reasonable rotation mechanism, so as to inject new vitality into the team's development!"

"Yes! Yes! Understood, I guarantee I'll complete the mission! Please rest assured, sir!"

Liu Chengyun finally put down his phone, his eyebrows relaxed, and he felt that all the pores on his body were clear.

He sat down opposite Chang Chen-ting, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled.

After completing this set of movements, he slightly raised his head:
"heard it?"

Zhang Zhenting nodded.

Liu Chengyun: "You know what to do now?"

Chang Chen-ting tilted his head; "I didn't understand!"

Liu Cheng smiled, pointed sharply at Zhang Zhenting, then shook his head and said, "Wei Lai! We need to train him properly!"

He paused, hesitated for a moment, as if considering something.

After a moment, he tapped the table with his fingers and said in a deep voice;

"Give them a lot of support!"

Spain, Dalson.

December is approaching, bringing with it the winter break and Christmas, creating a strong festive atmosphere.

For active players, they are also looking forward to this rare holiday.

Of course, before that, they need to finish the remaining matches!
Dorsan currently plays in the Spanish First Division, the third tier of Spanish football, and is in the middle of the standings.

It's neither too high nor too low; upgrading is unlikely, but there's also little risk of downgrading.

This has always been the norm for the Dorsan Club.

This is an adult team with an average age of around 25, although there are some young players in the team as well.

For example, 18-year-old Capeso and He Chaoyue, a boy from the East.

"Pass!"

boom!
He Chaoyue stretched out his foot to control the ball. The pass was very powerful, but he still managed to stop it steadily. Before he could make his next move, someone immediately started pulling him.

He Chaoyue could only try her best to keep the ball at her feet until she was fouled and fell to the ground.

Pooh!
He Chaoyue propped himself up on his arms, his jersey covered in grass clippings, indicating that he was not the victor in the contest.

The Spanish league is not known for its physicality, but if the level of physicality here is this high, one can only imagine how high the level of physicality is in other European leagues.

"Hey! Don't drop back to receive the ball, that's not your job!"

The head coach on the sidelines shouted loudly.

He Chaoyue pursed her lips and nodded, then walked forward.

The trial has been passed, and now it's time to adapt to the team's match rhythm as quickly as possible.

It has to be said that the pace of competition here is on a completely different level from that in China. Many times, He Chaoyue almost lost herself.

"Pass!"

A bearded player wearing number 10 called for a pass, and after receiving the ball, he immediately passed it forward with his left foot.

At the same time, on the sideline, a white figure swiftly darted forward, its ponytail swinging in the air.

The white figure darted forward and, before the opposing defender could arrive, poked the ball forward with its toe, sending it through the onrushing goalkeeper's side and into the goal.

"Beautiful!" Number 10, the bearded man, laughed and gave a thumbs up.

He Chaoyue also turned her head and immediately responded.

Soon, the team replaced a group of players and continued the training match, while He Chaoyue and others returned to the sidelines to rest.

"Well done, He!"

Number 10, the bearded man, walked over. His name is Raul, a Spaniard, and he is 26 years old.

Raul is less than 175 cm tall, but he is sturdy and has a low chassis, making him very stable.

Moreover, his footwork is superb, making him an absolute core player for the current Dorsan team.

"You spread the word well!"

He Chaoyue looked at Raul and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your assist!"

So far, He Chaoyue has only worked with Raul, and he wants to maintain this rapport, so he talks more than usual.

“I don’t pass the ball to everyone,” Raul shrugged and chuckled. “I only passed to you because you got to that spot, but your spatial awareness is amazing; you’re like a killer!”

He Chaoyue pursed her lips; "But this isn't the way I like to play football!"

Raul couldn't help but smile and patted He Chaoyue on the head.

"Kid! You need to learn how to survive first. You're not qualified to talk about how to play football!"

He Chaoyue nodded vigorously: "I know! Someone once told me that when you lack ability, you should first become a piece of the puzzle!"

Raul nodded: "Great! Shall we practice some more?"

He Chaoyue immediately stood up, full of fighting spirit.

"I can't ask for it!"

São Paulo, Brazil!

Street-side recreational ball games.

In an alley, four pairs of slippers were used to make two goalposts, and the rest of the children formed a three-on-three game in the alley.

Several children, dressed in shorts, shirtless, and even barefoot, kept stomping on and pulling a ball. Their feet swayed above the ball like butterflies, their movements coordinated and very natural.

These children not only have outstanding individual abilities, but also have a unique way of choosing passing opportunities. They can quickly and accurately pass the ball or dribble past opponents as soon as they get close.

Sometimes it's a breakthrough achieved by multiple people through individual abilities, showcasing a brilliant individual performance.

Sometimes it's a rapid pass that completely disorients the opponent.

Among a group of dark-skinned teenagers, the black-haired boy with slightly fair skin stood out.

The black-haired boy had a buzz cut that stood straight up. He wasn't particularly strong, but he followed the example of the other boys around him by wearing shorts and going barefoot.

He fully immersed himself in the game, and although his passing and receiving were slightly clumsy, he was still able to keep up with the rhythm.

boom! !

"Ahhh! Mine! I'll go get it!"

The black-haired boy couldn't stop the ball, and it flew out of the alley. He immediately offered to retrieve it.

Others were used to it.

Seeing the boy's clumsy movements, some of the children around him whispered among themselves.

"It's terrible!"

"How many goals have we conceded now?"

"He made so many mistakes!"

"Really boring!"

"On the contrary, I feel that he has a lot of energy!"

"I heard he's a player from a professional youth training program. Is professional youth training really that bad?"

As the crowd discussed the incident, a boy in an orange tracksuit suddenly squatted down in the crowd.

"Zaka! You're back!"

"Congratulations on making it into the national youth team! I have a feeling you're about to go to Europe and make a fortune!"

"Zaka, you are the pride of our community!"

The boy named Zaka smiled.

"I came back to see my parents, and I'll be going back soon!"

Having said that, he propped himself up on his knees and called out, "Guo! We should go!"

Guo Fan, holding the ball, was about to kick off when he said regretfully, "Are we leaving already? Want to play a little longer?"

Xhaka laughed, "There will be plenty of matches when we get back!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Fan could only put on his own shoes and socks, then put on the same youth training uniform as Xhaka, and turned his head to say, "I'll come again next time!"

Walking along the coastline towards the youth training base, the salty sea breeze caressed their faces, seagulls circled in the sky, and the sunlight cast long shadows of the two men.

Zaka turned to look at Guo Fan.

"There's no need to play these kinds of matches; they won't help you much. Your weapon is speed, and these small-sided games limit your performance!"

"Who said that?" Guo Fan scoffed. "I'll participate in any competition that can help me improve!"

"If you don't face your own shortcomings, you will never grow and improve!"

After saying that, Guo Fan said with a heavy expression, "Similarly, we will never be able to catch up with them!"

At this point, Guo Fan turned to look at the sea.

The vast ocean stretches to the horizon. On the other side of the sea, in the land he deeply loves, his teammates must be about to step onto the professional stage, right?

Guo Fan clenched his fist tightly.

"I must catch up with them!"

(End of this chapter)