Chapter 29

Grass... Liang Zhao couldn't help but let out a dirty word.

Such a perfect tactical combination, and it still didn't succeed. If this were a regular day, he would have scored goals long ago. The foreigners are too cunning!

Liang Zhao was very frustrated.

As the whistle blew, the first half of the match ended. The score of 1:5 was quite eye-catching. Fortunately, it wasn't an official match, and there were no fans watching. Otherwise, everyone would have been laughed at by the fans.

But youth team matches are rarely watched anyway, not like the CSL.

Even though it was just a half match, none of the youth team players were not out of breath, as if they had just played a full game.

And the opponents?

They were chatting and laughing!

Did they really play a match just now? How come they didn't even break a sweat?

This is the gap!

The young players couldn't even match a group of foreigners who were about ten years older. This was embarrassing.

"The gap..." Yu Genwei had been observing his young players. Seeing this scene, his face didn't look good. "It's all your fault, you guys!"

Huh?! Du Zhenyu stood to the side, getting hit even when he was lying down... "Brother Wei, how is this related to me? You're the parent of these kids. You should be the one to discipline them, not blame us. You're Brother Wei, of course you're invincible. These kids have done their best. Weren't you just praising Liang Zhao for his ideas? Now you're torturing them about where to spend their money at night?"

"That's a different matter. Having ideas is one thing, but it's because you guys have led them astray, always teaching them bad habits. There's no role model. Look at this gap. This is just the first half..."

Yu Genwei felt unbalanced, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. "Don't think I don't know. You guys from the first team often take them out to party, making them learn bad things instead of playing well. You should know that they follow you because they want you to help them, to pull some strings. What's the result? Nothing."

Yu Genwei shrugged, feeling helpless. This wasn't the team he wanted.

"Hey, Brother Wei, I've noticed that since you retired, you've become better at shirking responsibility. If you blame us, I'll have to clear my name. The reason we didn't achieve anything back then was because of you guys!" Du Zhenyu countered.

"Really? How did we harm you? I at least kicked China into the World Cup, giving you a taste. But you? Try to get China into the Asian Cup first! Sigh, each generation is worse than the last..." Yu Genwei waved his hand, looking down on them.

"This has nothing to do with me now. I'm not in the national team..." When it came to the national team's performance, Du Zhenyu lost his confidence, scratching his head and trying to shirk responsibility.

The 2014 Asian Cup journey was indeed worrying.

"Don't talk nonsense. After the break, take Liu Xiaopang off. The new season is about to start. Your injury is healed, and it's time to serve the team, to lead these kids." After venting his anger, Yu Genwei calmed down and instructed.

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Liu Hao was really exhausted, more than anyone else.

You could ask him to play for ten minutes, but starting the game was like a death sentence for him.

The last thing a fat guy wants to do is hard labor, and playing soccer is one of those hard labors.

Playing soccer is fun, but too much of it is painful.

Yu Genwei really gave Lai Yuxin face.

However, despite being tired, Liu Hao still walked towards Lai Yuxin with a smile.

"Really? You're so moved by my great performance that you're about to cry?" Seeing the tears in Lai Yuxin's eyes, Liu Hao was confused.

"Moved my ass, Aman doesn't even look at you." Lai Yuxin pouted and told Liu Hao the answer directly.

"Can't you be a bit more subtle? You have to be so direct! But why are you upset? It's just Aman. A coach who can't even lead China well, is he a good coach? We should be glad we didn't play under him..." Liu Hao laughed, not showing any sadness.

"Your words sound a bit off. How many coaches can lead China well..."

"Ha, that's right. So he's not a truly good coach. Otherwise, how could he not discover a once-in-a-century talent like me? Anyway, I didn't plan to play forever. Let's just consider this a trip to Tianjin."

Liu Hao was quite at peace, not taking it to heart.

One must know one's limits... We've played and had fun, that's enough!

"But I'm still upset. You played so well, why can't you succeed? Why do only He Xiaoling's players catch the eye?" Lai Yuxin suddenly turned her head, looking angrily at He Xiaoling in the distance, full of resentment.

Is this girl really harboring deep grudges against He Xiaoling? Liu Hao wondered, "A bit of insight is good. Birds of a feather flock together. What kind of coach you have, what kind of players you get. A great player like me isn't understood by just anyone. You should feel honored."

"That's true... Not everyone understands a pig's thoughts." Lai Yuxin laughed, standing up. "Once you enter a big club, it's like a deep sea. We don't have to stay in the CSL, right? Let's go find Coach Zhang..."

"Pig... What? Coach Zhang? Where are you planning to sell me now? Is my body really so worthless?"

"Come on, your body isn't worth much, even if it's just for the scales, we'll take it." Lai Yuxin took a step, walking towards the field.

Is this a trial or a sale? How many clubs has this girl recommended me to? If no club wants me, won't it be embarrassing? Will I end up on Football Night...

While deep in thought, he and Lai Yuxin reached the center of the field.

Liang Zhao was chatting happily with a middle-aged man.

This person looks familiar... Liu Hao looked carefully but couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Tall and sturdy, a square face, a Beijing accent, very memorable, but he couldn't place it.

Lai Yuxin spoke first.

"Coach Zhang, we can sit down and talk about what you mentioned on the phone."

"Yuyu, you came just in time. I was about to find you. I didn't want to disturb you when I saw you with Aman."

Yuyu? Such an intimate name, what's the relationship between this guy and Little Mosquito? Liu Hao was curious. Although he couldn't remember who the man was, they seemed to be on the same side.

But after greeting Lai Yuxin, the man turned to Liu Hao with enthusiasm.

"You little guy, you really messed me up last time!" He pointed at Liu Hao with his index finger, making Liu Hao subconsciously think he was facing a leader.

Leaders often like to point, as if directing the world.

"Me? Hehe..." Liu Hao didn't know what was going on. When did he do something wrong? For unknown matters, he could only pretend to be clueless.

"You don't remember me? My Blue Island Sea Bulls were kicked down to the second division by you. I even lost my job. No, you have to treat me to dinner today."

Oh... Now Liu Hao understood. It was him... Zhang Nan, the head coach of Blue Island Sea Bulls, whose name sounded like his father-in-law's.

Although it was just a similar sound, he still felt a chill.

"Coach Zhang... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Liu Hao was about to apologize profusely, but Zhang Nan interrupted him.

"Sorry, huh? Then come play for Qingdao Zhongneng! Our team needs you!"

"Great! I like the passes from the uncle..." Liang Zhao cheered from the side.

This... Liu Hao's eyes darted around. What's going on? Another good opportunity? So direct!

"Flattered, Coach Zhang, don't joke around. My level..."

Liu Hao scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.

But inside, he was thinking, found a new job so quickly? From Blue Island Sea Bulls to Qingdao Zhongneng...

He glanced at Liang Zhao.

This kid, openly chatting with another team's coach on the field, isn't that a 'transfer crime'? Too shameless.

"You two should both come. I watched your corner kick coordination from the sidelines, it was perfect!" Zhang Nan's eyes sparkled, as if looking at two treasures.