The strongest blade in football

Chapter 30 Flies
Standing under the shower head, Wang Nuo completely relaxed physically and mentally.

The teammates went out after washing and were chatting in the locker room outside. Through the wall, happy laughter could be vaguely heard.

After winning the game, everyone is in a good mood. The youth league doesn't get much attention, but it has a lot of weight in the hearts of echelon players.

Not to mention that today's audience is three times the normal number, and there are TV broadcasts. Winning such a game will at least make everyone happy for several days.

Just as Wang Nuo had finished talking on the phone with his father, just as Wang Nuo expected, his father cared more about him than about the game, and the conversation was the same as usual.

Smiling and shaking his head, Wang Nuo fiddled with the water, casually touched the newly added bruises on his body, and tried to recall the origin of each bruise.

It is common to have minor injuries in football games. Since Wang Nuo broke through the No. 2 of Bruges in the second half, he has been "cared for" many times since then.

Fortunately, Wang Nuo is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the fierce physical confrontation makes the opponent feel uncomfortable.

From the time when Wang Nuo played football at the age of nine, every coach instilled in him almost the same philosophy.

They told Wang Nuo: If you fall down during the collision, you can get up. As long as the opponent does not foul, it is a reasonable confrontation. To win the game, you must be more fierce than the opponent.

Wang Nuo kicked all the way, it was considered a beating, and he encountered too many small bumps, so he didn't take it seriously.

However, he never mentioned his injuries to his parents.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his buttocks. There were more than a dozen people sitting naked in the locker room, and the jerseys that the players took off were piled wet on the ground between the benches on both sides.

Vetteant was standing beside the pile of wet jerseys and was speaking. Seeing Wang Nuo coming out, he threw over a bottle of powerade (a sports drink) enthusiastically, and did not forget to praise Wang Nuo's performance today.

"It's a good kick, I will play like this in the future!"

The teammates immediately became noisy, some whistled, some yelled, and some were making jokes. Wang Nuo knew that this was an affirmation of his outstanding performance.

He took the drink, gave the coach a smiling face, and was enthusiastically pulled by his teammates to sit down.

The dressing room of the Standard Liege U19s was full of laughter, and everyone regarded themselves as part of the team from the bottom of their hearts.

There is no intrigue or malicious competition. Wang Nuo feels that the team is like a big family, and Witt Ante is their soul mentor.

Vetteant is actually an amiable person. Wang Nuo has never seen his coach blush with a certain player. He is reasonable in everything, and occasionally takes the initiative to talk to the players and pour some chicken soup for the soul.

The so-called "chicken soup" is probably something that happened when they played football in the 90s. After some artistic processing and sublimation of memories, it gave the young players in the team a lot of insight.

Viteante is also good at speeches. Wang Nuo has always believed that as a means of boosting the team and improving morale, the content of speeches is very important, but the way of speeches - wording, tone, speed, is also very important.

Vetteante always plays perfectly, mobilizes everyone's emotions, he can read the inner thoughts of the players, and he knows how to express them.

All in all, Vettante treats the players as his own children, sincerely helps them grow, and is indeed very talented, so the players also trust and admire Vetteante.

The short post-match summary is over. The boys are smiling, but they can't hide their tired looks. The game is very difficult and everyone is exhausted.

Witt Ante saw it, and announced that tomorrow's training would be postponed to the afternoon, so that everyone could sleep in.

The players left in twos and threes. Wang Nuo put on clean clothes and was about to meet up with Iser when he was stopped by the coach.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Wang Nuo stopped, and waited until Wei Teant finished talking on the phone and came over.

"I played well today, and the assists on both feet are very good."

Vetteante did not hide the appreciation in his eyes, and once again praised Wang Nuo.

He went on to say, "I think you have also realized that blindly passing the ball and breaking through are not good. You have to master a balance and know what to do in the next second. You must not only rely on intuition, but also learn to think every moment Watch the game."

"You work very hard, you have nothing to say about your playing attitude, and the training is the hardest in the whole team. I can see everything. Therefore, the key now is whether you can find the balance I mentioned and put your own Playing at 100% of your strengths - that will determine your future ceiling."

Wang Nuo nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, let's not talk about these things anymore. I left you here to give you some advice and reminders." Vetteant said.

"Well, tell me." Wang Nuo's attitude was very respectful.

"I talked with your father on the phone. As far as I know, you are alone in Belgium... there should be no relatives around, right?" Witt Ant asked.

"Yes, my father is back home busy with work, mother, I haven't contacted for a long time, and now I am alone, living in my grandmother's old house, very close to Dufrasen."

"I originally planned to talk to you again in a few months, but your outstanding performance today made me realize that I should remind you earlier."

Vetteant looked at Wang Nuo and said seriously, "Standard Liege is a big club. The opportunities and conditions it provides to young players are among the best in Belgium. The talent selection mechanism is efficient and professional. You can play here without distractions. Concentrate on polishing your skills, and if your level meets the club's requirements, you don't have to worry about not getting a better contract treatment..."

"I know, coach." Wang Nuo really thought the same way, he didn't understand what the coach meant, "Why did you mention this suddenly?"

"You stayed abroad alone, and you performed well in the competition, and you are a Chinese. I'm sorry, I have no other intentions. I just worry about you, because a background like yours is the easiest to attract flies."

"Flies?" Wang Nuo guessed what the coach meant, and asked, "Are you afraid that I will make friends with cronies and affect my football?"

"No no no, I don't doubt your focus on football at all. The flies I said are much more difficult to deal with."

"Those little scouts and unscrupulous agents with ulterior motives, insidious and cunning tricks, they like your background the most."

"Young, out on your own, with a bright future, that means they've got a lot of money to make, and they're going to find you and work with you under various guises."

"They swarm and harass you like a swarm of flies."

"Once you believe in them, you will immediately fall into a catastrophe. They don't care about your future, your career, they will drag you down, just to satisfy their own interests, through various means, gradually Drain your blood!"

"Then, when you have no use value, just throw it away and look for the next target. By that time, your career has already become a joke. Even if you are lucky, you will take a long detour. "

"..." Wang Nuo was a little shocked.

"I'm not alarmist, everything is true." Witt Ante's expression was very serious, "As a young player, a platform for development, and an agent to cooperate with in the future, these two points are very important, as long as one of them comes out If there is a problem, it will affect the future football career."

"I guess those guys who smell the fishy smell are coming to you soon, please remember what I said," Vetteant paused, "Stay away from them!"

"Stay in the echelon with peace of mind, train, compete, and work hard as you are now. I can assure you that one day, you will be called up by the first team-and this day will not let you wait too long. By that time , I will introduce a reliable agent to you."

Wang Nuo nodded earnestly. Vetteant helped him a lot, and he believed what the coach said.

"I remember, coach, thank you for your advice."

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Standing outside the dressing room of Standard Liege, Mani watched the players leave one by one. Wang Nuo couldn't wait for Wang Nuo. Already he's gone?

At this moment, Wang Nuo came out of the locker room.

Mani rushed forward with one stride, fearing that he would miss this opportunity to meet.

Wang Nuo felt a person suddenly approaching him, startled, subconsciously turned around, and got out of the way by a full meter.

Then he looked at the unexpected guest.

His face was round and round like a ball, the top of his head was bald, and a few strands of brown hair were tufted messily at the back of his head. He was looking at him with small broad bean-like eyes, showing a flattering smile.

But that smile was so greasy as if it had been soaked in oil, which was annoying.

Wang Nuo hurriedly avoided this face, looked down, and saw a card handed over by the other party.

It was a business card.

Wang Nuo hesitated for a while, but took it out of politeness.

"Meet me, my name is Frank Maney, a scout."

When Mani saw Wang Nuo accepting the business card, he was overjoyed. He straightened his body, retracted his stomach and raised his head, trying to appear as if he had seen the world.

"What do you want from me?" Wang Nuo resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and asked indifferently.

"I watched your game against Cologne, and also watched the game in the afternoon. I have to say that you are very talented and have first-class skills at your feet. You are a genius in football. I think we can work together to make you grow faster. For superstar!"

"Cooperation?" Wang Nuo's voice had cooled down.

"Yes, I know a lot of people in the football world, including coaches, managers, and scouts from other big clubs. I think I can help you."

Mani didn't notice Wang Nuo's strangeness, and the annoying smile on his face became wider, "For an outstanding talent like you, there are many better choices than the standard Liege echelon."

After Mani finished speaking, Wang Nuo did not respond immediately, which made Mani feel a little uneasy.

He knew how much he was hiding under the mask-like smile.

However, a Chinese boy, shouldn't he be easy to deal with?

Just as Mani reorganized his language and was about to be persuasive again, something almost unbelievable happened to him.

"Chila".

Wang Nuo tore the business card in half, crumpled it into a ball again, threw it on the ground and stomped on it fiercely, as an answer.

Then he smiled at Marnie and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)