Chapter 818: The Real Person Does Not Show His Face

Starting from the urban area, head east all the way, take the Yangtze River Tunnel and Bridge

After more than half an hour's drive, we finally landed on Chongming Island.

Compared with the bustling Longhai on the opposite bank, Chongming Island has a different flavor.

There are no high-rise buildings or bustling streets here. Through the car window, at a glance, there are densely packed low buildings in the distance, which are in a line with the blue sky.

Because the shipyard of Sunseeker Yachts and some other supporting factories are located on this Chongming Island, Yang Huan has not been here before, but for some reason, every time he comes, he has a very special feeling.

Perhaps it is because the difference between the two sides of the strait is too great.

According to the navigation, after entering Chongming Island, there is a total of about half an hour's drive.

Therefore, Yang Huan was not in a hurry, but felt a little strange in his heart.

How could Mr. Xu, who has always been proud, call himself and invite him to visit his football school?

Yang Huan was a little puzzled.

If it had been ten years earlier, he might have felt that this might be to attract investment.

Everyone knows that when Mr. Xu started this football school, he suffered from lack of funds. In order to raise money, he even acted as an escort.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's just taking advantage of Mr. Xu's fame and status in the football circle to eat, drink and take pictures with him.

But now, at the top of his game, his team is in the Chinese Super League, which is also a well-known strong team, and it is not short of money at all.

Yang Huan couldn't figure it out, but he respected Mr. Xu very much.

He wanted to meet many times, and he even went to football school twice, but he couldn't meet anyone, which is a pity.

It was a rare opportunity this time, so Yang Huan would not be polite.

Chongming Island is rectangular in northwest and southeast direction, the exit of the Yangtze River Bridge is on the east, but the football school is on the west.

Therefore, after landing on the island, head west all the way and walk for about half an hour.

Following the direction reminded by the navigation, I finally came to the gate of the football school.

"No wonder General Fan said,

Take a machine gun and shoot outside at night, don't expect to hit anyone! "

Yang Huan shook his head with a smile, this is really a good place.

However, as a football school, this place is too remote, and it feels like the players are surrounded.

The security guard at the gate stopped the car. After asking about it, he should have been notified earlier, so he let it go directly.

Long Wu drove the car all the way inside.

When the football school was founded, there was no money or funds, so a hotel was built and a tourist attraction was built to attract tourists to generate income.

This made Yang Huan look at it, and in his heart, he admired the old Xu who was over seventy years old.

If all Chinese football players can have the spirit of Mr. Xu, then there is no hope for Chinese football?

The car just stopped in the parking lot in front of the training building, and just got out of the car. From a distance, he saw Mr. Xu, accompanied by his assistants, walking towards him. Yang Huan immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Old Xu, I finally saw you!" Yang Huan grabbed his hands immediately.

Although Mr. Xu is not young, he is still in good spirits and looks very strong.

"Hehe, Master Huan, welcome, welcome!"

Yang Huan waved to Long Wu who was behind him, and Long Wu immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Xu, you came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. Be careful, it's no respect."

"Hey, Master Huan, what is this for?" Elder Xu suddenly became a little unhappy.

"It's good that this person comes, why does he still bring a gift?"

Yang Huan laughed, "Just a little bit of care from the younger generation."

Long Wu came over, holding a small handbag in his hand, which could just fit a notebook.

notebook?

Elder Xu looked at Yang Huan unpredictably, and the latter pouted, indicating that he could take it out and have a look.

No way, I took it out and looked at it, and felt that it was no different from an ordinary notebook, at worst, it was all in English.

"Open it and take a look." Yang Huan said with a smile.

Mr. Xu could only open the cover, and saw an English sentence written on the blank page under the cover.

But the point is not the English sentence, but the signature below.

"Ferguson?" Boss Xu was taken aback, his hands trembling a little.

He was also afraid that he might make a mistake, so he moved closer and took a closer look. It was indeed Ferguson, that's right.

God, this turned out to be a sentence written by Ferguson himself.

"Master Huan, this is..."

Yang Huan nodded, "It is indeed Ferguson's own handwriting!"

The footballer Xu admired the most in his life was Ferguson.

Even he founded this football school, which is somewhat like the feeling of Ferguson studying.

And Mr. Xu can more or less see Ferguson's shadow in many places.

"Master Huan, this gift is too expensive, I..."

With that said, Mr. Xu was going to hand it back again.

Yang Huan blocked his hand halfway, "Whether this gift is expensive or not depends on the person. At least I believe that it has its real value with Mr. Xu!"

Having said that, Mr. Xu was really reluctant, so he could only take it back with a smile.

"By the way, Master Huan, what does this sentence... mean?"

"Oh, this is a sentence Ferguson likes very much. It means that everyone needs to face challenges at any time, so that our lives will never be monotonous!"

Elder Xu couldn't help but nodded, thinking deeply, "Yes, Ferguson has been practicing the words of his life all his life!"

After sighing for a while, he treasured and put away this gift, and then accompanied Yang Huan to visit around.

Yang Huan smiled slightly, looked around, "Well, Mr. Xu, your place is big enough."

"There are more than one hundred acres."

Yang Huan nodded again and again, jokingly said: "I see, many people don't understand you."

"How do you say?" Elder Xu asked with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, for such a large piece of land, your football school only cost 20 to 30 million yuan more than ten years ago? Go sell it for more than this price!"

Mr. Xu laughed out loud when he heard it, "You still understand me, Master Huan, that's the reason!"

After laughing, he sighed again.

"Actually, many people like to make quick money and are used to making quick money, so they don't believe it at all. It is quite profitable to play football down-to-earth. They don't understand it at all, and they don't want to understand it. !"

Yang Huan also agrees with this view.

If professional football wants to develop, then you have to treat it as a business first.

Xu Lao has feelings, but his business mind is definitely not bad.

Among other things, how much was it worth to acquire this land at such a cheap price, invest in a football school, and train so many international players and players?

This is simply not what money can measure!

Now that he has survived, all he needs is one word, and there is definitely no shortage of interested people to invest in him.

Afraid of running out of money?

"Master Huan, this time, I take the liberty to invite you. This is the first time. I believe you have heard the news."

Yang Huan nodded. He had indeed received the news when he came back this time.

"Are you going to sell the football club?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Xu nodded, "But this football school is my lifeblood, so I can't sell it."

"Originally, I invited you here because I hope that you, the owner who knows football best in Europe, can give me some advice. You know, I am not too young to go to Europe to visit the training base of your saints. , I just heard that you are back, so I asked someone for your phone number and invited you to come for a walk."

"It's okay, Mr. Xu has a life, I will come no matter what!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

"In addition, I heard that you plan to set up a training class for youth training coaches in China. I hope that you can arrange a few places for us. You also know that the current domestic youth training environment is very bad. Even here, the quality of personnel is very poor. It is also incomparable with Europe, so it is a good opportunity to have the opportunity to learn from your Southampton youth coaches!"

Yang Huan said with a chuckle: "Okay, needless to say about the quota, just draw up a list for us!"

"Then I would like to thank Master Huan!"

"Why are you so polite?" Yang Huan waved his hand with a smile.

For him, this is really just a matter of effort.

"Originally, I was already a little disheartened, but just now, after hearing Ferguson's words, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, and I can't sit still!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Xu laughed at himself.

"Why? Elder Xu is interested in forming a team and competing in professional leagues?"

Mr. Xu smiled slightly, but did not answer, but said, "Wait a little longer, when I can't sit still."

"Well, if you, Mr. Xu, want to form another team, then count me in."

"You?" Elder Xu became suspicious when he heard this.

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you say that you would never touch Chinese professional football?"

Yang Huan was taken aback, as if he had really said such a thing.

"But that depends on who you're playing with, playing with others, I'm really not interested, but playing with you, Mr. Xu, of course it's different!"

When Mr. Xu heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Long Wuyi, who was following behind the two of them, almost couldn't laugh out loud.

Look, Master Huan's sycophant skills are so unrevealing!

"Okay, if I really have this idea some other day, we will cooperate!"

"Okay, you can make up your mind!"

The two were in the football school, walking, chatting and visiting, unconsciously, the more they talked, the more energetic they became.

This Old Xu's character is notoriously difficult to get along with, but I don't know what's going on, or, he and Yang Huan both like football, so the two chatted very speculatively.

Yang Huan heard more than one person say that Mr. Xu is notoriously conceited. He looks down on foreign teachers from the bottom of his heart, and never believes that foreign coaches can bring much change to the level of Chinese football.

However, after having such an in-depth chat with him now, Yang Huan found that he was somewhat different from the rumors.

For example, he does not believe that foreign teachers can change Chinese football, because he believes that only Chinese can change Chinese football, which is also true.

However, he does not deny the advanced nature of European football.

According to his own statement, he studies European football every day.

In the past two years, he has specialized in Southampton football.

For this, he also specifically asked that Yang Huan could do him a favor and arrange a time for him to have a good talk with Bielsa, and Yang Huan agreed on the spot.

After that, the two talked about youth training.

Mr. Xu was full of praise for the level of Southampton's youth training. He mentioned more than once that he really hoped to visit Southampton.

And when he heard Yang Huan say that he wanted to transplant a Saints Youth Training Academy in Longhai, and that he would cooperate with one of the most famous schools in Longhai, he immediately agreed and said that he must come to visit and study.

While talking, a group of people came to the training ground.

At present, in this football school, only young players under U15 are receiving training.

At this time, on the football field, the coaches were training with the young players.

"Master Huan, actually, I invite you this time for a very, very important purpose."

Seeing Mr. Xu's serious appearance, Yang Huan was a little surprised, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Xu, please tell me."

"I want you to be able to watch a player."

Watch players?

Yang Huan was a little taken aback.

I'm not a scout, let me watch the players?

Maybe, my vision is even worse than your old Xu, you let me see?

But soon, Yang Huan suddenly thought of it.

Could it be that……

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