Coaching career started as a college team coach

Yang Qi did not come to all the training before the game. Wei Le noticed several times that Yang Qi would hide aside to watch the training, but Wei Le did not intend to take the initiative to find Yang Qi. He was more concerned about the game than Yang Qi.

The game was getting closer and closer, and Wei Le was getting more and more nervous.

After all, this would be his first coaching debut. Despite the system blessing, it was the first time for him to stand on the coaching bench as a head coach in the true sense.

Yes, Wei Le's position on the team registration form was "head coach", and except for the graduates invited by the external college as coaches, other teams were absent from this position.

The name of "Coach Wei" naturally spread, and Wei Le himself was often teased by people who recognized him when he was strolling on the road.

Wei Le did not dislike it. He must be a coach, but with his reputation, the pressure on him was getting heavier and heavier.

Pressure will come sooner or later, just sooner or later. Wei Le enjoyed the time working under pressure. This feeling made him find a rare excitement outside of studying.

It is worth mentioning that during the team registration stage, Wei Le thought about it and signed up Yang Qi.

According to his speculation, Yang Qi himself also wanted to participate in the competition. Although he is not cooperating now and he has no time to care about Yang Qi's feelings, Wei Le believes that Yang Qi's problem can be solved better.

Nowadays in training, Wei Le observes that the general skills of the players have improved, which is reflected in the effective completion of some fast-paced cooperation, and the low-level mistakes in passing and receiving the ball have also been greatly reduced.

This is due to Wei Le's design of the team training, which also surprised Yang Qi who was watching the training.

Yang Qi found that Wei Le can always introduce some novel training methods, and even he who used to play in the echelon has not seen many of these training projects.

For example, all players are concentrated in a square area, and players are required to dribble freely. After hearing the whistle, they have to answer simple questions raised by Wei Le.

These questions may be simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, sometimes it will be to see what color the marker raised by Wei Le is, and sometimes Wei Le will name a player to answer his favorite fruit.

Those who failed to answer in time or answered incorrectly, as well as those who dribbled the ball out of bounds or collided with other players, had to accept push-ups as punishment.

Just answering questions with the ball can allow players to keep calm and think in a highly tense game, and also train their ability to look up and observe.

Of course, there are also people who get these simple questions wrong.

For example, Han Yang once made the mistake of "one plus one equals five", and Wei Le's "public execution" made Han Yang blush, and the team was full of laughter.

This shocked Yang Qi, who always believed that training should be strict and ruthless, and was deeply surprised. He was surprised that the training could be arranged in this way, and was also surprised at Wei Le's hidden coaching ability.

In Yang Qi's view, if Wei Le's method is applied to professional team training, it is all right, and Wei Le has no other reason to be incompetent as a professional team coach except for lack of experience.

Yang Qi even wanted to participate in it himself.

But watching the laughter of these players, Yang Qi always felt that he could not really fit in. They seemed to be born to be a team, and he was destined not to be in this team.

Yang Qi looked down at his feet. He had not received professional training for a long time. In the past few years, he would have been punished to practice more.

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Yang Qi remembered that rainy day, and the weather was still very cold.

He remembered the breath he and his teammates exhaled, and the muddy ground and slippery football.

When he saw that his long-range shot was called "offside" without any problem, and saw his teammate was rudely knocked down but was shown a yellow card for diving.

He remembered the coach's roar at the fourth official. He remembered the faces of every young player who was stained with mud and water, but full of confusion and anger.

That feeling was desperate, as if he and his teammates were shrouded in fog, they waved the torches in their hands angrily, but could not find a ray of light.

When he faced the expressionless gaze of the referee and the red card he held high in his hand, he exploded.

"A vicious fight occurred in the youth team of a Class A team"

"No hope for the future! All players involved in the fight were banned"

"Where is the future of Chinese football? Review of the fight in the youth team"

Yang Qi accepted a two-year national ban ticket, but he refused the team's contract renewal - the team can continue to accommodate him and allow him to continue training with the team.

Faced with the puzzled eyes of his teammates, Yang Qi smiled bitterly and shook his head without explaining.

He knew that someone in the team was the leader of the chaos in this game. He suspectedHe wondered why someone wanted his team to lose, but no one would tell him the answer.

Yang Qi, with a young face, finally left with his bag, taking away several sets of team training uniforms and his hope of entering the professional arena.

A two-year suspension means missing the most perfect opportunity for an 18-year-old young player to improve his skills through competition. Next, even if he returns to professional football at the age of 20, his road will be extremely difficult.

After being introduced, Yang Qi successfully passed the university's independent enrollment with his athlete certificate.

He felt that his life had nothing to do with football. But in that warm-up match, Yang Qi stepped onto the field with an attitude of playing casually.

On the field, he couldn't be casual. As if he was angry, Yang Qi poured out his talent, and displayed the skills and movements engraved in his heart again and again.

He recalled his football career, which was short but full of ups and downs.

When he was spotted by the youth training coach, Yang Qi had just come into contact with football. Juggling is a skill that amateur players may need to learn in a month or so. Yang Qi juggled more than 20 times in the first time under people's gaze.

"There are geniuses in this world, and you are meant to do this." He remembered what the white-haired youth training coach said to him when he walked into the club's gate.

Because his strength gradually surpassed that of players of the same age, Yang Qi has been participating in competitions with teams one level higher than him. Whenever Yang Qi lost control of his emotions and performance during a game, the old man would call him.

"Yang Qi, Yang Qi."

Hearing this, Yang Qi knew he had done something wrong, and he quickly responded, "I'm here."

"Not you, I want Yang Qi who is willing to play well." The old man smiled and gently pushed Yang Qi away.

After Yang Qi calmed down and admitted his mistake, the old man was willing to "recognize his apprentice".

Looking back on the past, he was filled with emotion.

But was his final suspension something that should have happened?

Do I regret it?

I don't regret it.

Am I going to give up football like this?

Yang Qi stood on the plastic artificial turf and looked up at the sky.

I want to prove to them that even after two years, I am still myself.

He lowered his head and looked at the somewhat dejected figures of the Wenchuan players.

Those two goals are not enough, I want to score more, more, more.

"Hey!" Yang Qi turned around and opened his arms and shouted, Fu Tengfei understood and kicked the ball.

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"What are you angry about?" The old man's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a few years older, "Are they wrong?"

Yang Qi on the other end of the phone had already burst into tears.

What they said was right, and what he said was also right.

Yang Qi knew this very well, but what was he angry about?

"You said it yourself, your coach is good at training, and he is said to be better than me."

Yang Qi denied it repeatedly, "He is not better than you, no."

The other side did not care who was stronger or weaker, "Do you really think that there is no one in the university who can play football and lead a team? Do you really think that people will look up to you three points because you have played professionally? Do you really think that people have the obligation to serve you all the time? If you still want to come back, then of course you have to do your job well!"

The youth training coach's rapid-fire questions were like bullets, hitting Yang Qi and shattering Yang Qi's fantasy.

The old man also realized that his tone was too heavy. He had countless expectations for Yang Qi, and Yang Qi's talent deeply shocked him. Since recruiting Yang Qi, he even regarded Yang Qi as his own grandson and boasted about his "closed disciple" everywhere.

In that game, the old man stood on the sidelines and yelled at the referee.

When he saw Yang Qi rushing towards the referee, he wanted to rush onto the court to stop him, but Yang Qi's fist had already been thrown out.

He introduced the opportunity of independent enrollment to Yang Qi, and he recommended Yang Qi to choose a major with a relatively stable future development, which was also a compensation for his guilt towards Yang Qi.

When he heard that Yang Qi wanted to return to the court, the old man was full of thoughts and emotions.

His tone softened, and Yang Qi could imagine the wrinkled old man taking off his glasses and sighing. The old man called: "Yang Qi."

"I'm here, coach." Yang Qi answered subconsciously.

"Not this Yang Qi. I want the Yang Qi who is willing to play well." Yang Qi was already trembling all over and crying.