Chapter 170 Parting

When Yang Yang woke up, he was in a daze, his feet seemed to be stepping on something, something was wrong, he kicked a few times, and the Swedish center Ibrahimovic's roar immediately came from his ears.

"Damn, who kicked me in the face?"

Yang Yang immediately regained his senses, turned his head and saw that there were three people crammed into his 1.5 meter single bed.

I don't know when, Fermaelen and Ibrahimovic came to their bed?

what's the situation?

How did these bastards get here?

Yang Yang couldn't help laughing when he saw that the Swedish center roared and continued to sleep soundly.

The guy who likes to be handsome was trampled on his face by his stinky feet, and he can still sleep?

While struggling to sit up, Yang Yang saw Maxwell who was kicked under the bed again, looking at him, he didn't know who kicked him off the bed.

Anyway, definitely not me.

Yang Yang shook his head vigorously, then turned his head to look at the bed next door, and an unsightly scene appeared in front of him.

The De Jong guy ran off to Sneijder's bed, and the two of them slept with their heads together.

My God, is this taste too heavy?

Yang Yang finally broke free, jumped off the bed, walked to the sofa next to him, sat down, and took a good look at his thoughts.

At Schalke last night, the atmosphere was at its peak when Van der Vaart took over the St.Bright Cup from UEFA President Johansson, and then all of them cooperated to take a group photo and go one by one. Celebrate with the St. Bury's Cup.

These Yang Yangs still remember clearly, but then they had a good time on the field, and they played all the way to the locker room, and also opened champagne to celebrate, it seems that some people danced striptease, and some people shouted to go back to Amsterdam overnight to visit the red light district , and then someone shoved him a bottle of champagne, and then...

He patted his aching head vigorously. Yang Yang had no memory of what happened after that, but it was obvious that he must have fallen, and must have been carried back to the hotel, and these guys must have returned to the hotel. Keep celebrating.

Looking at De Jong and Sneijder in the next bed, Yang Yang checked his jersey and shorts, secretly glad that they were intact.

"Why did I drink?" Yang Yang regretted very much.

But regret is useless.

Yang Yang's body smelled bad now. The smell of champagne was mixed with the smell of sweat. The smell was very choking, so he immediately packed his things, rushed in, took a comfortable bath, and came out to change into dry clothes.

Looking at the two beds and the teammates lying dead on the floor, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.

If this was photographed by reporters, it would definitely be a scandal that shocked the world.

After walking out of the room, Yang Yang found that Ajax's players and coaches were all still asleep, and only after asking the hotel staff did he find out that they all celebrated all night last night.

"You are the only one who was brought back." The waitress looked at Yang Yang and smiled.

Yang Yang waved his hand embarrassingly, really embarrassed.

But when passing through the conference room, through the transparent glass door, Yang Yang saw that the team's captain Van der Vaart was sleeping in the corner with the St. Berard Cup in his arms. What was the situation?

Yang Yang can completely picture a team carnival in his mind, competing for the St. Berard Cup. Van der Vaart sneaked into the conference room with the championship trophy and hid in the conference room, but he fell asleep after hiding.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

No wonder teammates are so happy.

If this was half a year ago, when Ajax had a hard time qualifying for the group, who would have thought it would be today?

At that time, Ajax was really precarious and the situation was precarious. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Van Gaal, the technical director, stabilized the overall situation and persuaded the two ace stars, Ibrahimovic and Van der Vaart, and then followed up with Tra Bersi reconciled, which gave Ajax a new lease of life and this Champions League.

Looking back now, it was really not easy.

They are like this, and Yang Yang's feelings are even deeper.

Over the past year, his world has also undergone earth-shaking changes, and it is so fast that he is overwhelmed. Every time he looks back, he has a dream-like feeling.

"Thank you, Lao Bing." Yang Yang said to Lao Bing in the super training ground.

"Don't thank me, it's all up to you, all the gains are the result of your hard work." Lao Bing replied lightly.

"Thank you anyway." Yang Yang insisted.

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"Why do you get up so early?"

When Yang Yang stood at the entrance of the hotel lobby, looking at the beautiful garden in front and the lakeside park in the distance, he looked even more delicate and beautiful under the rising sun, feeling that it was a brand new beginning, Van Gaal's voice suddenly came from behind him. sounded.

Seeing Yang Yang startled and turned around, Van Gaal laughed, "Come out with me?"

"Let's go."

The two walked out of the hotel and strolled in the quiet Berg Park.

I don't know if it was a psychological factor or something, but I just felt that the morning air was very fresh, and even seemed to be a little sweet, so Yang Yang couldn't help but greedily took a few deep breaths, refreshing his heart.

Van Gaal walked very slowly, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be enjoying the beautiful scenery in the park.

The two of them never spoke, and neither wanted to break the rare tranquility. They walked along the path in the park until a fork in the road appeared in front of them.

"I'm leaving," Van Gaal said suddenly.

"Huh?" Yang Yang didn't understand, "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"No, I'm leaving Ajax."

Yang Yang was startled, "Why? Well done, why did you leave?"

"Opamel is right. I'm not suitable for this position. I belong to the coaching bench. I am still not convinced. I still want to prove myself on the coaching bench." Van Gaal said lightly. In the end, He also smiled faintly at Yang Yang.

Yang Yang felt that this was not a whim, but a very rational decision that had been prepared for a long time.

He was a little sad, a little reluctant.

Although he didn't have much contact with Van Gaal within Ajax, he always knew that Van Gaal took him as a friend, and he also took Van Gaal as a friend, but now this friend is leaving.

Ibrahimovic is leaving, Van der Vaart is leaving, Trabelsi is leaving, and now Van Gaal is leaving. How many people will Ajax leave this summer?

"Where are you going?"

"Not far, just north of Amsterdam, Alkmaar."

Yang Yang nodded, he knew it was not far, he could visit at any time.

"They've been in contact with me for months, and I've been hesitant. Originally, I thought about taking you away. Since the day I lost my bet to Truss, I've always hoped that one day, you could become my player."

A few months ago, Yang Yang was just a little-known teenager. If Van Gaal really went to coach Alkmaar and could persuade Ajax to let him go, Yang Yang would definitely switch to Alkmaar without hesitation. football under his command.

"But who would have thought that in just a few months, you have created so many accidents and brought so many surprises to all of us that I now feel that Alkmaar is no longer suitable for you. Should stay at Ajax."

Van Gaal spoke very calmly, but from his tone, Yang Yang could hear some regrets and regrets.

Why isn't Yang Yang himself?

"You know, in fact, I was ready to go half a year ago, and it was you, the game against Brugge gave me a chance to carry out my reform plan at Ajax, It affects a lot of people and involves a lot of interests, and whether it succeeds or fails, it will be difficult for me to stay on the team."

Yang Yang nodded silently. He had heard people say this before, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Before I leave, I will ask Raiola to come over to talk about the renewal of the contract. As the technical director of Ajax, I will definitely do everything possible to negotiate, but as your friend, I hope you can get the benefits you deserve. "

Yang Yang nodded silently. He really didn't know what to say, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"As your friend and also a head coach, I hope you can continue to solidify your basic skills. This is the foundation of your future in European football. The more solid the foundation, the smoother your future development will be. higher."

“You are still young, your body is young, everything is full of energy, but you have to know that injuries and age will continue to weaken your body, and one day your speed will slow down and your excelling will stop. Sharp, what would you do at that time? If you don’t have excellent skills, and you don’t have a good sense of playing, how can you still have a foothold in European football?”

Yang Yang couldn't help thinking of Ronaldo, a super rookie who once swept the world football.

What does a seventeen-year-old Ronaldo look like?

He played 60 times in Cruzeiro in the Brazilian domestic league, scoring 58 goals, of which the first team played 44 times and scored 44 goals, entered the Brazil national team, participated in the World Cup in the United States and won the championship.

In the summer of seventeen, he joined PSV Eindhoven for $6 million and made 33 appearances in his first Eredivisie season, scoring 30 goals.

That was the Eredivisie in 1994!

At that time, the Boseman Act had not yet been implemented. At that time, the three giants of the Eredivisie could compete with the top teams of the four major leagues. Van Gaal and the youth army of Ajax were gearing up to sweep European football.

At that time, Ronaldo was of the same age as he is now. He should have been high-spirited and fearless, and everyone in the world must have felt that he would become another player in world football after Pele and Maradona. Legendary superstar.

But in just ten years, how many injuries has Ronaldo experienced? His speed dropped again and again, but his weight rose again and again, so much so that now everyone has given him the ironic nickname, Fat Luo.

But over the years, he was able to overcome many serious injuries, returned to the game, and brought Brazil to the World Cup in 2002, which was already quite an easy thing in itself, and what supported his transformation was his Otherworldly talent, outstanding technology.

Yang Yang couldn't help asking himself, if he lost his speed, what would he have left?

In times of danger and planning ahead, Van Gaal reminded him of his intentions, hoping that he would prepare early.

Yang Yang thought about it himself, and now Van Gaal says it again, he has a feeling of enlightenment.

"When are you leaving?" Yang Yang asked with concern.

"It hasn't been decided yet."

Yang Yang nodded, "Remember to inform me, I will send you."

"it is good."

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