Extraordinary coach

Dong Fangzhuo accepted the invitation of Sun Yi and others, but he didn't say much. He just sat down and drank.

As he drank, Sun Yi and others saw tears on his face.

"It's over. My dream is completely over."

"For so many years, everyone scolded me. From leaving Manchester United to now retired, I still have to be scolded..."

"Do you think I want to? At that time, my foot was injured. In order to play in the Olympics, I gave up the most reasonable treatment plan and injected a closed injection..."

Dong Fangzhuo said more and more aggrieved. He kept telling the end of his efforts in those years, and the cold eyes and ridicule he had received over the years.

Sun Yi and others just listened quietly without interrupting. Because they also understand this.

Chinese football does not mean that you will get rewards if you pay. On the contrary, it often only brings bitterness and ridicule from the people around you. The more people pay, the more painful they are in their hearts.

"Is it easy for me? Why do I have to bear all this? Is it my sole responsibility that Chinese football is not doing well? I've retired, and I'm called a liar if I want to do some youth training. Haha." Dong Fangzhuo took a gulp of wine, but he choked and coughed because he drank too much.

"Drink slowly. Don't drink so quickly." Sun Yi patted Dong Fangzhuo's back with sympathy.

"Cough cough!" Dong Fangzhuo recovered after coughing for a long time. Then he looked up at the ceiling with a lonely face.

"Don't think too much, it's all in the past. Just think it over. This is the football environment in China." Sun Yi advised.

"You are not me, you don't understand. It was Chinese football that buried me. And I have to bear these undue accusations." Dong Fangzhuo shook his head.

"Why don't you understand? Do you think Chinese football buried only you? It buried all of us who love football." Upon hearing Dong Fangzhuo's words, Old Xie shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Dong, it's not just you players who have paid a lot for football, but also the fans and those of us who have football dreams. I tell you, we have paid no less than you. On the contrary, we have paid sometimes more than you. In order to build a team, do you know how many places we have traveled to? How many people have we asked? We established and disbanded, disbanded and established again, and then disbanded again. Others, family members and relatives do not understand and do not support. Can you understand? You have been abroad and made money. But we have only paid. We paid money, time, and hard work, and then we only got a mess, a lot of sympathy and ridicule." Lao Liang, who didn't talk much before, now talked nonstop.

Sun Yi and Lao Xie were silent, and Lao Liang said what they thought in their hearts.

"Uh~you, aren't you fans?" Dong Fangzhuo was stunned.

"Yes. But we are not ordinary fans..." Lao Liang seemed to fall into memories and began to slowly talk about how he, Lao Xie and Sun Yi had been running around for many years to build a fan membership club. After spending time, energy and countless money, all that was left was a sad past.

"Uh~ you guys..." Dong Fangzhuo was speechless. Compared to the unknown things of Sun Yi and others, he at least had a glorious past. Others only paid but did not get any return. And he at least made a lot of money.

Compared with the past of Sun Yi and others, Dong Fangzhuo found that he had nothing to say.

"It's over. It's all over. Just like your playing career is over. An era has passed." Lao Liang said with emotion.

"It's over. But it's also a new beginning." Lao Xie continued. Then he hugged Sun Yi and said proudly: "Sun Yi, now the assistant coach of Chelsea. When Mourinho was still there, Sun Yi was his right-hand man. It can be said that he is the most promising coach in China in the future."

Sun Yi didn't say anything, just raised his glass and took a sip. Is it that easy? Everything is still early.

"Wow! Really? That's amazing. If you come back in the future, coaching the Chinese Super League will be a matter of minutes." Dong Fangzhuo showed an envious expression on his face.

"I'm not going to come back for now. If possible, I hope I can coach a team in the top five leagues." Sun Yi said slowly. This has always been his biggest dream.

"If it can be realized, I will be the number one Chinese football coach. To be honest, I am also ready to work in the coaching industry. After all, those of us who play football don't know anything else except football. I originally planned to organize a training camp to teach children how to play football. My talent was not fulfilled back then, and I hope to help others fulfill it." Dong Fangzhuo also said his next plan.

"That's good. Speaking of talent, it's a pity for you. If it weren't for the injury, maybe you can now stand shoulder to shoulder with Ronaldo." Old Xie said with great regret.

"Don't mention it. Don't mention this." When Dong Fangzhuo heard about Ronaldo, he lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"Okay. Don't mention it. Then do you plan to come to Guangdong to do it. Maybe I can provide you with some help. There is not much, but some funding can still be taken out." Old Xie also realized that he might have said the wrong thing, so he began to change the subject.

"Really?" Hearing this, Dong Fangzhuo really got interested.

"Of course. I, Old Xie, always keep my word!"

"Actually, it doesn't matter where I do it, as long as I can do it. My original plan was this..."

Dong Fangzhuo began to tell Old Xie about his training camp plan, and Old Xie and Old Liang also put forward some suggestions based on their own experience in running the team.

Sun Yi, for some reason, has been thinking about this since Dong Fangzhuo mentioned his talent.

Ferguson once regarded Dong Fangzhuo as a talent equal to that of Cristiano Ronaldo.

Now Cristiano Ronaldo is a popular superstar in the football world, but Dong Fangzhuo has retired. Such a huge difference in life fortunes is very shocking.

Could it be that everyone praised Dong Fangzhuo too much at that time? Could it be that his talent is not as high as everyone expected? Instead, everyone's high expectations pitted him?

When he thought of this possibility, Sun Yi couldn't help but wonder how great Dong Fangzhuo's talent potential is.

Then Sun Yi really couldn't help but turn on the system's ability to check potential. Concentrate your attention and focus on Dong Fangzhuo, who is already a middle-aged uncle.

Investigation and collection...

Check completed, the personnel situation is as follows:

Dong Fangzhuo, center, 183CM, 105KG (obese).

Comprehensive ability: D-.

Status: Very poor.

Talent potential: S.

Others...

"I copied! S?" Sun Yi couldn't help but swear. Seeing the letter S, he was really shocked.

This is S-level talent potential!

He hasn't seen it in Chelsea's first team. Even as strong as Hazard, his talent potential is only S-level.