The strongest blade in football

Chapter 10 Late Night Call
Wang Zhongshi is 44 years old and has been in international trade for more than ten years.

The long-term irregular work and rest and entertainment made him look older than his actual age.

After talking on the phone with his son, it was already past one o'clock in the morning BJ time, but Wang Zhongshi did not feel sleepy at all.

After returning to China, his mental state has not been very good and he often suffers from insomnia.

He'd been to the doctor and prescribed some medicine, but nothing worked.

Wang Zhongshi knew exactly where his problem was.

Men in their 40s generally have a stable career and family after a long period of accumulation. Their children have grown up and their bodies are not aging. It is a time of prosperity.

But Wang Zhongshi fell into a trough in his life.

It's not just emotional setbacks.

International trade is also becoming more and more difficult to do.

Wang Zhongshi has been engaged in the import and export of medical equipment before, but in the past two years, not only earning the price difference, but only earning tax rebates has gradually become unable to do what he wants.

Domestic suppliers are becoming more and more cunning. Under the background of the financial crisis, several foreign companies that often cooperate have problems in their capital chains.

Wang Zhongshi struggled to maintain, and the money he earned in the past few years has lost a lot in the past two years.

He even has the idea of ​​changing careers, but he has no idea what to do specifically.

Recently, e-commerce has become increasingly popular, and Wang Zhongshi knows little about that field, so he dare not set foot in it lightly.

Wang Zhongshi smoked several cigarettes in a row, and the bedroom was shrouded in mist.

He put aside the messy things in his head, stared at the small note with Witte Ante's phone number written on it, and silently started drafting.

My own affairs are never as important as those of my son.

He is very concerned about his son's football career. Through the phone call with his son just now, Wang Zhongshi keenly noticed that his son and the coach are in a very delicate relationship, and even his son has offended the coach inadvertently.

What Wang Zhongshi has to do is to smooth out the relationship between his son and the coach.

Make sure your son's football career doesn't get thwarted by a few hiccups.

After almost thinking about the words, Wang Zhongshi put out the cigarette, cleared his throat, and dialed the phone.

The phone rang a few times before it was connected.

"Hello." A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, is this Coach Wittant?"

"Exactly, who are you?"

"I take the liberty of disturbing you, I am Wang Nuo's father."

Wang Zhongshi's French is very good. When he mentioned his son's name, he was afraid that the other party would not hear him clearly, so he bit the sound very hard.

"Ha, actually, seeing that the number belongs to China, I already vaguely guessed it."

"Hello, Mr. Wang, what's the matter with you calling so late?" said Vetteant on the other end of the phone.

"If it bothers you or it's not convenient to answer the phone, I... can call back later."

Wang Zhongshi kept his posture very low.

"It's okay, I just got home from the base, and the club is resting. If I guess correctly, it should be very late in China now. You must have something urgent to tell me, right?"

"It's about my son Wang Nuo. He talked with me on the phone just now. I learned about his recent situation and I was a little worried, so I called you."

Wang Zhongshi doesn't beat around the bush either, this is a habit he has developed in dealing with foreigners for many years.

"Wang Nuo." There was a pause between Weitiante's words, as if recalling it.

"Your son is doing well, training hard, getting along well with the rest of the team-mates, and I've heard he lives alone in Belgium, he's a fantastic lad."

"Thank you for your compliment." Wang Zhongshi couldn't help but feel happy when he heard Weiante's kind words to his son, which showed that this kid did not disappoint him outside.

"Originally, I should have stayed in Belgium to take care of him, but it's a pity that I couldn't get away from work. He was outside alone without an adult by his side, so it was inevitable that he would be a little thoughtless in doing things."

"This kid has a stubborn temper since he was a child. If there is anything wrong with him, he may not even realize it. Please take care of him."

"Wait, you're calling me confused, what's wrong, what are you referring to?" Veitant's voice sounded a bit puzzled.

When Wang Zhongshi heard this, he realized that things might be different from what he thought, and he seemed a little paranoid, but he continued to speak.

"I heard from Wang Nuo that you suggest that he should pay more attention to the position of his teammates and pass the ball more when he is playing football, is that right?"

"Yes, I gave Wang Nuo such advice a few days ago. I noticed that Wang Nuo has a wide vision when he is off the ball, knows how to run and involve, but whenever he gets the ball, he always likes to Do it alone."

"So, I told him tactfully that he should pay more attention to the teammates around him and pass the ball, that's all. Is there any problem?"

"This brat called me and told me that he proved his style of playing in a 'special' way. I was very angry when I heard that, and I have already taught him a lesson."

"He also admitted his mistakes, Coach Witt Ante, he is still young, ignorant, and his personality is a bit stubborn, so sometimes..."

"I think you have misunderstood," Vetteant interrupted Wang Zhongshi, "I didn't ask him to do what I said, I just gave him suggestions and let him understand my views. In Wang Nuo's own affairs, there is no right or wrong in an absolute sense."

"Of course, his way of playing is not smart enough in my opinion. In the days to come, I will try to optimize his playing habits, but it is a long-term process. There may be problems with my way of speaking that day, which made him There was a misunderstanding, and I can apologize to Wang Nuo."

"No, no, it is he who apologizes to you. You are his coach. In our Chinese language, you have eaten more salt than that kid. Your suggestion must be better than his own. Things are much more useful, but he is too young and ignorant..."

"Mr. Wang." Witte Ante interrupted Wang Zhongshi again, "I think I understand the reason why you called. You are worried that Wang Nuo will accidentally offend me, right?"

"Yes, he has never encountered anything since he was a child, and everything went smoothly, so it is inevitable..."

"You don't worry too much. Our standard Liege youth training advocates telling children how to play football through guidance, rather than indoctrination. There are many ways to play football. Wang Nuo has already done it. He has his own way of thinking. I Don't blame him just because he doesn't follow my advice."

"On the contrary, Wang Nuo played very well this afternoon. He really told me in his own way that he has a good reading ability of the game and he is trying to play football as he understands it."

"This doesn't make me angry. I appreciate Wang Nuo's approach. It just proves that he is playing football with his heart, rather than being willing to be a puppet under the coach's baton."

"It turns out that you think so. That's great. It seems that I am overthinking."

Wang Zhongshi heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, "As a father, I don't know much about football, and I have a quick temper. When I heard what Wang Nuo said on the phone, I thought he had an unpleasant relationship with you, but it turned out to be a false alarm. , made you laugh."

"It's okay, I can understand your feelings." Witt Ante continued, "Wang Nuo has great potential for development. The coaching staff will train him carefully so that he understands the importance of passing the ball and plays simple and efficient football."

"This is a long process, we will not be in a hurry, and you don't have to worry, I have experience and patience in this regard."

"Thank you so much."

"You are welcome. Wang Nuo signed a contract with Standard Liege. He is an official member of Standard Liege U19. He also wears the standard Liege youth training label. It is the result of Standard Liege's youth training. We will do our best Make him better." Witt Ante explained with a smile.

"I understand." Wang Zhongshi felt extremely at ease after hearing what Witte Ante said, "I called you rashly today, thank you for your patience and I won't disturb your rest gone."

"Okay, you can call me anytime if you need anything."

"okay bye."

"bye."

Wang Zhongshi hung up the phone, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, and he felt that his mood was much better than it was 5 minutes ago.

He then called an old acquaintance in Brussels, Belgium, and asked him to mail a good Chinese tea set to his son's coach.

It is Wang Zhongshi's long-standing habit to do things safely.

After hanging up the phone again, Wang Zhongshi finally felt sleepy.

He closed his bloodshot eyes that looked a little scary, and didn't think about the whole set of troublesome things that the supplier would ask for tomorrow. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep and snored loudly.

(End of this chapter)