Chapter 484: Monkey King

The lighting in the room is not enough.

When Bell knocked on the door and came in, he only saw that the coach was busy in front of the computer, and it was not clear what he was doing.

"Here?" Fang Jue waved his hand, "Sit down, let's watch the movie."

Bell was in a daze. The coach asked him to come to the office alone after get off work, just to watch the movie?

Suddenly, Bell only felt a chill in his tailbone. He never thought of himself as a handsome guy. Since he was a child, because of his 'special' appearance, he was often teased and ridiculed by his friends.

However, at this moment, Bell was a little worried about his virginity.

What if, what if the coach has a special hobby?

"What are you doing in a daze?" Fang Jue glared at the little guy, "Sit by yourself. If you want to drink water, pour it yourself. There is an automatic coffee machine there."

Fang Jue clicked the mouse, and the video immediately started playing on the projector.

"Yes, I strictly forbid Gareth to use his left foot in the game." A balding middle-aged man appeared in the video, "Yes, in my opinion, when Gareth kicks with his left foot, it is harmful to other players. People are unfair."

It's Mr. Macheletti.

Bell's eyes widened. It turned out that the coach asked him to watch this kind of film. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then became very interested.

It turned out to be a video about yourself?

Bell didn't expect that someone would make such a video about himself.

I haven't heard of any TV station that released such a video. Is it the TV station in Wales?

Fang Jue saw that Bell was no longer so nervous, and suddenly relaxed. He was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Hey Gareth, come on!"

"Gareth, you are our idol!"

The figures of several young people appear in the video.

"It's Sam." Bell said in surprise. This is Sam Warburton, his classmate from Whitchurch Middle School. This guy is now a star football player.

...

"I had to set some special rules for him," a bald, middle-aged man said with a smile, facing the camera. "In a regular game, I asked Gareth to only touch the ball once and never use his touch." Left foot, if you don't make these rules, he will pass all the opponents, yes, I restricted him, this kid is too good."

"Director Morris." Bell recognized that this was Mr. Gwen Morris, the head of his sports department at Cardiff Witchurch High School.

"In school, he wasn't the best with his studies, but in football he was the best and I knew right then that I would never be able to match his level in my life."

"Carl, this guy..." Bell murmured, this was his classmate Carl Morgan when he was young.

"Gareth is really lucky. Their family has always supported him. His father is there to support him in almost every game. Yes, Gareth's family is not rich, but he is very happy."

"Gareth would practice by himself, he was very confident in his left foot, he practiced over and over again, anyway I saw him, he was practicing, and of course his father, Mr Frank Bell, he always Standing on the sidelines, looking at him without blinking, I can see the pride in the father's eyes, he is proud of his son."

The person who spoke was the technical director of the Southampton Youth Academy, Frenchman George Prost.

Bell's eyes were moist, he thought of himself along the way, and thought of his father.

"Gareth is my son. My son is the best. If I don't support him, who will support him?" A loud voice sounded.

"Dad!" Bell stood up at once, and after the sound, it was the video screen.

A man who looked almost like Bell and a handsome man had coffee together, and the two were chatting.

"Coach, you, when will you..."

It was Fang Jue who drank coffee with Frank Bell.

"Hi. Son, is it a surprise, hahaha." Facing the camera, Bell's father laughed loudly, "I handed you over to Coach Fang Jue. This is a real gentleman and a talented coach. Believe in Dad, he will let you, um, how do you say that?"

When the father turned his head and asked Fang Jue.

"Nirvana and rebirth." Fang Jue said.

"That's right, that's the word." Frank Bell nodded, "Son, don't pay attention to those boring guys. Dad believes that you can do it."

...

"I went to Cardiff a few days ago and had a cup of coffee with Mr. Bell." Fang Jue smiled.

He didn't say anything about going to Cardiff, drink coffee with Bell's dad by the way, talk to Westerners, don't beat around the bush.

Bell was a little excited and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Now, he naturally understands that this video was either made by a TV station or shot by a coach.

"Coach, you do this..."

"Idiot, of course it is for you." Fang Jue raised his voice and said, "I have been following you, Gareth, you are a player I am very, very optimistic about."

"Actually, you are eager to play and nervous, aren't you?" Fang Jue asked.

"En." Bell nodded.

There is only one reason for Bell's nervousness, and that is the media hype about his "bad luck". When he was at Tottenham Hotspur, as long as he played the game, Tottenham Hotspur never won.

It's like a charm.

Although some media may be malicious, some are just joking, not malicious, but for a young player, the big-hearted will not care, but for an introverted player, if you take it to your heart, you will be vulnerable Very bad influence.

As for Bell, according to Fang Jue's observation, this guy is a shy and introverted kid.

Of course, it's not depression, it's just anxiety.

"I don't know how to help you, you must get out of this confusion by yourself." Fang Jue patted Bell's shoulder, "I thought about it carefully. At this time, greetings from friends, teachers, and family members may It can ease your tension."

Fang Jue spread his hands, "So, I'll go to Cardiff."

"Not bad, that place is very beautiful." Fang Jue laughed, "Your father is also a very interesting person."

"My dad is the best dad," Bell said proudly.

"I can tell." Fang Jue nodded in agreement.

Fang Jue and Bell chatted a lot, without any clear purpose or topic, just talking about whatever came to mind. Bell talked about how he learned how to play football since he was a child. Fang Jue said that he came out of China to work. Resume, telling the story of his coaching Ibiza.

The two chatted happily.

Bale said he was often troubled by his looks, and others said he was a monkey.

Fang Jue asked, "Gareth, do you know Monkey King?"

"do not know."

"This is a well-known story in China." Fang Jue said, "There is a monkey with great powers in it. He stands upright and fearless."

"His name is Monkey King, do you know what Monkey King means?"

"Well, let me tell you..."

"Your appearance is very similar to that monkey with great powers in that TV series." Fang Jue said with a smile, "Gareth, in my opinion, you look very handsome and energetic. You have to tell everyone with your actions. , you are that fearless, omnipotent guy!"

"What's the name of this TV?"

"Journey to the West." Fang Jue said, "You can read it if you have time. I remember there is an English version."

Talking happily, Fang Jue even took out beer and drank with Bell.

"Gareth, believe me." Fang Jue clinked glasses with Bell, "You are a very, very talented player. Under my management, you will become the best in football."

"I don't know." Bell said, "But, I choose to trust the coach."

"Why?" Fang Jue asked in surprise.

"You really treat me well and value my coach," Bell said. "I can feel it."

Fang Jue laughed out loud.

"Gareth, your position will be advanced in the future, playing left midfielder or left winger." Fang Jue said, "I have studied you carefully, and this is the most suitable position for you."

"You're the coach, you're in charge," Bell said.

"You kid." Fang Jue knocked on Bell's head, "Actually, you like it in your heart, who doesn't like to get closer to the goal and score goals."

Bell smiled embarrassedly.

Fang Jue locked the office door, and the two walked and chatted.

The moonlight was very good, casting long shadows on the two of them, Fang Jue's hearty laughter and Bell's happy smile came from time to time.

That night, Bell couldn't sleep well. He kept dreaming. First, he dreamed that he was ridiculed because of his looks when he was a child, and then he actually dreamed of a monkey. That monkey...was very hanging.

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