Jianghan City, Jianghan No. 2 Middle School, school football field.
As the college entrance examination is approaching, the whole school has shown a state of turmoil. Not to mention the senior high school students, even the high school sophomore students have been infected by the solemn preparation atmosphere and entered a kind of tension that is always prepared. Only the senior high school students The naughty children can still have fun in physical education class without any heart.
On the football field, Yang Yunsong was giving the last physical education class of the semester to the students in classes one and two, or to be more precise, it was football class.
When students are in football class, what they are most impatient about is the various basic trainings. They wish they could play games in every class. In addition, Teacher Yang is famous for being a good talker, so as soon as they finish warming up, some students start to All kinds of heckling.
"Teacher, it's the last class. I suggest you move around freely."
"Class one versus class two, let's start the competition!"
"Teacher, is Maple God back?"
"Teacher, didn't you promise us that Maple God would take us to play a game? When will you fulfill it?"
Yang Yunsong had a whistle hanging around his neck and looked at them helplessly. After it calmed down a bit, he waved his hand impatiently and asked them to look back. "I'm also lazy in this class, so someone else will teach you."
A group of people seemed to realize something, and immediately turned around, just in time to see Yang Feng in sportswear walking over with a smile, and they were suddenly uneasy.
"Ahhh!"
"...Am I dazzled? Hey, why the hell are you pinching me?"
"Oh, I'm not dreaming."
"Damn it, why is Yang Feng here? It's not a reality show, right?"
"...What a reality show, have you forgotten who our teacher Yang is?"
"Holy shit, I can blow it for a lifetime!"
"Hello, senior brother!"
Yang Feng did not go to No. 2 Middle School, but his father was his first football teacher, so it was not a random relationship for some clever little guys to call him senior.
He is not unfamiliar with this stadium. Because he lived with his parents in the family building of the school when he was a child, this stadium naturally became the first training ground in his life. But for this reason, this ghost place is now almost a training ground. China’s football mecca may even be able to compete for a place on the city’s business card in a few years...
Yang Feng directly imitated his father and waved, "Move freely."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately surrounded.
"Senior brother, can you play a game of football with us?"
"Sign! Sign!"
"Where's the cell phone? Who has a cell phone? Let's take a photo!"
"It's class, who the hell is carrying a cell phone..."
Yang Yunsong had expected this. He shook his head and took out his mobile phone and said, "Come and take a group photo..."
One picture definitely won't work. Everyone wanted to do it in various poses. Finally, with a wave of his hand, Lao Yang divided the people into two groups and let them play in a competition. The father and son chatted on the sidelines.
Comrade Lao Yang naturally fell into memories.
"When I took you to play football, I never dreamed that you would actually go on this road and reach this point," Yang Yunsong pointed to his students, "I thought you would be like them, normal. Elementary school, junior high school, high school, then college, graduation, finding a job, starting a family, football is just a hobby that will accompany you throughout your life. Even if you join Schalke's youth team, I think your final destination will be the same. Returning to China, after wasting a while, I bowed to reality in despair, and even if I was exhausted, I could play in the Chinese Super League..."
Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and interrupted: "I've survived it all. Where can I get so many emotions?"
"As I get older, I love to reminisce," Yang Yunsong smiled, "It's strange to say that I can't remember things that happened recently, but things that happened a long time ago started to keep popping up in my mind. , especially what happened when you were a child, I feel like it just happened yesterday, I can still remember it vividly..."
"You are only over fifty years old, you are old," Yang Feng said, "not to mention you are as strong as an ox."
"It has nothing to do with your physical condition...forget it, I won't tell you anymore, you won't understand either."
"Then tell me what I know," Yang Feng said, "Resign and do something more meaningful?"
"For me, being a teacher is the most meaningful thing," Yang Yunsong said, shaking his head, "But I can't be a teacher anymore."
Yang Feng looked like he had known this for a long time, smiled and said: "Human feelings are so sophisticated?"
"Humans are wise," Yang Yunsong nodded, "From the day you succeed, your mother and I will no longer be able to be teachers quietly."
Yang Feng said: "I'm going to open a football school and I need your help."
Yang Yunsong said: "Are you sure you want to do this thankless thing?"
"Just think of it as doing your last bit for Chinese football," Yang Feng said. "We've been stuck here, so we can't do nothing."
"It's up to you. If you can bring them out, count them all..." Yang Yunsong said, "Go up and play with them. You can't break your promise to them."
Yang Feng went up to play for half a class and then left. After that, father and son began to work on the football school, and the transfer market began to be turbulent.
Although they failed to win five crowns like last season, what they lacked was just an inconsequential League Cup. The honors of four crowns including Community Shield, European Super Cup, Premier League and Champions League still made Manchester City the best player in Europe this season. Even the most successful and dazzling team in the entire world, especially the unprecedented defense of the Champions League has allowed Manchester City to reach the pinnacle in all aspects and become another truly cosmic team.
The major giants have reached a tacit agreement to form an anti-Manchester City alliance. Begiristain found depressingly that there were almost no players on the market who could easily buy them.
As long as Manchester City is interested in it, it is no surprise that a ridiculous price will be marked, or as soon as some news is revealed, a large number of price-raising sticks will appear.
Manchester City's transfer work this season suddenly has a long way to go. Blue Moon supporters can only hope that Director Yang can wave his magic wand again and find a few stars buried in the sand. However, Nowadays, anyone with some talent has already been on the attention list of wealthy families. There are so many leftover pearls to dig out. Yang Feng can only rely on his memory to list a few future stars who can at least guarantee that they will not be parallel imports. As for whether they can grab people, it depends on the club's methods.
What Yang Feng didn't expect was that Sane, Cancelo, Otamendi and other people who would have joined Manchester City successively came to Intihad, while Mane, Sun Xingmin, Salah, etc. still followed the instructions. The original track was either put up for sale by the club or snatched away by other teams.
Later, left back Chilwell joined, completing the last piece of the puzzle in Manchester City's defense.
