Maleo Training Base, the reserve team's training ground.
Li Ang stood there and looked at his players. These young lads were now his players. After resigning from Real Madrid, although he had only rested for a few days, Li Ang felt that he had rested for a long time. He was worried that the parts on his body would rust. He was eager to work! The kind of gamble where the outcome would not be known until the end of the game! Exciting! He longed for the feeling of standing on the sidelines and directing the game! He enjoyed the feeling of being full of vigor!
Now, looking at his players, he was a little excited. The way he looked at his players was like a general inspecting his soldiers.
Li Ang was looking at his men, and the reserve team players were also looking at their new manager.
To be honest. Many people sighed in disappointment when they saw Li Ang for the first time.
Too young …
This was the first thought of these players. It was no wonder that they were so concerned about age. In the football world, players could become famous at a young age. There were stories of young players in their teens becoming famous in one game. However, a manager in his twenties was really rare in a professional team. At the very least, these players had never heard of such a young manager.
In addition to his age, Li Ang's skin color and his obvious Asian face were also eye-catching. The players did not receive advance notice. They had close to zero information about their manager. Even at this moment, they did not know their manager's nationality. However, they could tell that he was an Asian.
An Asian and a young manager.
These two points seemed to constitute a reason for these players to express some doubts about their new manager.
Li Ang, a 25-year-old from China, was in his early twenties. Among the players in front of him, the oldest was in his early twenties, and the youngest was in his late teens.
Asians would always appear younger than their actual age. Therefore, Li Ang did not appear to be a deterrent in front of this group of players who were not much younger than him.
Li Ang did not realize this. He began to speak. This was the first time he had met the players, so he needed to introduce himself.
"It's a pleasure to work with you," Li Ang said. "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Li Ang, and I'm from China. From today onwards, I'm your head coach. You can call me coach, or you can call me 'sir'. "
The players listened to the new manager's first speech. Some yawned, some did not listen at all, and some shook their heads. They felt that there was nothing new to say.
They were disappointed with a young Chinese coach who now looked ordinary. Some people simply did not pay attention to this. These people were not in a good situation in the team now. If they could not improve, the biggest possibility was to terminate their contracts with the team and have to leave to fight for opportunities with other teams. They might even give up the road of football development.
Victor Perez was such a player. Before Christmas, there were rumors that the manager thought that he had no future and had already suggested that the club give up on this player.
Unexpectedly, the manager did not make it through the Christmas holiday. During the Christmas holiday, he was fired by the club's chairman, Mr. Manuel Arango. Therefore, this young man could be said to be lucky to have escaped disaster. However, even though he had escaped disaster for the time being, even Victor Perez himself was not optimistic about his future. Similarly, in the eyes of others, his mediocre teammate would not be able to stay in the Maleo training base for long. The new manager would probably look down on this person.
To be honest, Victor Perez had been looking forward to the arrival of the new manager. No one wanted to be eliminated from the team. This was a big boy with a football dream. He was eager to succeed. Even though many people said that his talent was mediocre, even when the previous manager looked down on him and was ready to terminate his contract, he did not give up. If there was anyone in Sporting de Gijón's B team who trained the hardest and had the best attitude, it would definitely be Victor Perez.
Victor Perez secretly gritted his teeth. He planned to perform well in front of the new manager, just to impress the manager a little so that he could continue to stay in the team.
But now, seeing how young Li Ang was, he subconsciously lacked trust in the Chinese coach. He did not know if his efforts would be rewarded.
Of course, there were also people who were indifferent to the arrival of Li Ang, the new manager.
If Victor Perez was an idiot with mediocre talent who could be terminated at any time.
In that case, Francisco José Parada was the genius that everyone adored.
Francisco José Parada was the new genius in Sporting de Gijón's youth training camp that Li Ang's two assistants praised. This Argentine young man just glanced at Li Ang and had no interest in paying attention to this person. He felt that he did not need to pay attention to this at all. He was very sure of his position in Sporting de Gijón. His family was also very sure. Just this morning, his father, old Parada, said to his son, "Son, you are the best. Don't worry about the change of manager. In Gijón, you are the best genius here! They need you. You are now the golden signboard of Maleo. "
Francisco José Parada deeply agreed with his father's words. The only thing that disagreed was that he thought that he was not only the best genius in Sporting de Gijón, but also a genius in the whole of Spain!
"Dad, I am the best in the whole of Spain." Francisco José Parada corrected his father at that time.
"Yes, my son is the best genius in Spain!" Old Parada said this with guilt. Yes, as the best genius in Spain, Sporting de Gijón's stage was obviously too small. Real Madrid or Barcelona should be his precious son's choice.
Originally, when he had just settled in Gijón, old Parada was satisfied with the conditions provided by Sporting de Gijón. However, people's desires could not be satisfied. With the rumor that Real Madrid was also paying attention to young Parada, old Parada's heart became active again. He now looked down on Sporting de Gijón. He felt that whether it was the city of Gijón or the small temple of Sporting de Gijón, they were not worthy of his son! His son's future was, of course, the capital of Spain, Real Madrid!
Perhaps this was too cruel to Sporting de Gijón, who had put in so much effort and sincerity. However, in reality, they did not notice that the father and son lacked a sense of belonging to Sporting de Gijón and even the necessary respect for Maleo.
They looked down on Sporting de Gijón and had their own thoughts. Then, Francisco José Parada's indifferent and somewhat contemptuous attitude towards Li Ang was imaginable.
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