unparalleled

Chapter 37 PK with the Head Coach
In the end, Gao Yuyang accepted Iwamoto Chuan as his manager, and Iwamoto Chuan smiled without any surprise. Although Gao Yuyang did have some ability on the court, when it came to negotiations, he could not even endo Yasuhito. Being able to talk and move, isn't it easy to handle a brat?
Of course, Gao Yuyang would never admit it. The two had a good talk on the surface, and Gao Yuyang still felt that he had just picked up a bargain that was delivered to his door for nothing.Anyway, there is no more suitable one now, and there are people who are rushing to serve themselves, why not?
Iwamoto Chuan was well prepared. After Gao Yuyang nodded, he immediately took out a pen and a standard contract between players and agents from his briefcase.Gao Yuyang asked in surprise, "Mr. Iwamoto, are we signing the contract like this?"

After all, this is a contract related to his career, Gao Yuyang thought, should he be so casual?
Iwamoto Chuan was stunned for a moment: "Oh, yes, there is another question, Gao Sang, this is the first cooperation between us, I want to sign a five-year cooperation period with you, what do you think?"

Gao Yuyang didn't express his opinion, just stared at Yan Benchuan. In fact, he didn't know what the concept was.He wouldn't have known that the agent's practice of signing new players would not last more than three years.This is in line with the law of player growth.It will not take long for young people with potential. They will gradually get rid of the rookie industry. Many players will choose to cooperate with well-known agents in world football, just like they will eventually go from small clubs to top giants. Agents are worthy of their cards, such as Jorge Mendes, Mino Raiola...

In short, Gao Yuyang still feels pretty good now. In the future, he will be a person of his own size. When encountering things, he can use his words but not his hands, and directly hand it over to others.Moreover, Iwamoto Chuan also stated that he would help Gao Yuyang deal with some matters that he was inconvenient to come forward but did not want to be harassed.

Gao Yuyang heaved a sigh of relief, now he finally has confidence, he doesn't need to worry about the harassment of some paparazzi reporters, he understands that he is a professional player, and he should focus on the court, which is what he should do.

After the training ended on the second day, Gao Yuyang was stayed by Miyamoto Tsunesuke for additional practice, but this time, all the players and coaches left, and there were only two people left on the huge training field.

Hengjing Miyamoto appeared in a Gamba training jersey, which made Gao Yuyang look confused.

"Gao Sang, today's training is just the two of us. As for the content, it's very simple. We are one-on-one. You dribble and break through, and I defend."

Gao Yuyang opened his mouth and showed a wry smile: "Coach Miyamoto...are you kidding me?"

Miyamoto Tsunesuke tugged at his jersey: "You think I'm joking? Gao Sang, I never joke about football. Why, do you think I'm not qualified?"

Gao Yuyang hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, how is this possible? I know that Coach Miyamoto Tsunesuke is very good. You have played against Ronaldo! But, uh... there is no goalkeeper, the goal counts what happened?"

Gao Yuyang still didn't dare, he knew that the person in front of him had played in the World Cup, but Lian Po was old, and the head coach played in person, could it be true?If he can be serious, he doesn't dare to do it himself. If there is a strain or sprain, who will blame it?
I can't afford this pot myself!

Seeing Gao Yuyang hesitating, Miyamoto Hengjing's face darkened, and he shouted: "Gao Sang, if you don't accept it, you won't be able to score goals in the future, and I won't arrange for you to play again!"

Gao Yuyang was refreshed, and quickly ran up to pick up the ball, indicating that he was ready, but Miyamoto Tsunesuke took the first step, stepped on the ball, and continued to teach Gao Yuyang: "Gao Sang, as a professional player, on the court you Can I choose my opponent? Do you think I am old enough to win? Do you know Maldini? Stanley Matthews and Zhiliang Miura."

"Coach Miyamoto, I was wrong." Gao Yuyang nodded honestly.

Koyasu Miyamoto was a little satisfied: "Put away your contempt, professional football only has ability and status, age is never a problem. I wear this jersey, and I am your opponent, and..."

Hengjing Miyamoto kicked the ball hard suddenly, and the ball flew towards the field behind Gao Yuyang. Hengjing Miyamoto accelerated immediately. Gao Yuyang found a figure running past him, turned his head quickly, opened his mouth wide and screamed.

"I go!"

Coach, that's bad enough!
Gao Yuyang thought so, and hurriedly turned around to chase after him. He was still confident. Coach, although you are naughty, but is it free for you to be 20 years younger?

Miyamoto Hengjing watched Gao Yuyang run up from the corner of his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, instead of continuing to move forward, he stepped on the ball under his feet, just like just now, stopping in place.

Gao Yuyang's eyes lit up, and he accelerated to overtake and steal the ball from behind. However, as he approached just now, Miyamoto Tsunesuke made a move that he never thought of - swung his elbow back and hit Gao Yuyang's face directly!

"what!!"

With a scream, this time it will be miserable, Gao Yuyang fell to the ground in response, how fast he rushed just now, and how hard he fell now.

Miyamoto Hengjing turned and looked at him: "Ha! Gao Sang, how is it, how do you feel?"

Gao Yuyang got up from the ground covering his face, and howled in pain: "Coach, you are cheating, this is against the rules!"

Miyamoto Tsunesuke smiled: "Unruly? Gao Sang, do you think everyone on the court is a gentleman? Forgot how you were treated in the first Super Bowl?"

Gao Yuyang was still dissatisfied: "But you can't score a goal like this, it's a foul!"

Miyamoto Hengjing spread his hands: "I played as a central defender when I was a player. My task is not to score goals, but to prevent goals. And, Gao Sang, who said that the goal of today's training is to kick the ball into the goal? I Have you ever said that?"

"This..." Gao Yuyang was dumbfounded.

Paralysis, is this a trick?I'm a striker, what else can I do if I don't score goals?
"Gao Sang, you must be unconvinced now, thinking about what else you can do besides scoring goals, right?" Miyamoto Hengjing smiled, and saw through Gao Yuyang's mind at a glance: "Of course, for example, your speed, although you Score a goal with speed, but you don't know how to use it at all. When you meet a real opponent, you don't have the same space as in the last game. In fact, even in this game, you are just taking advantage, and the opponent is not enough. learn."

Gao Yuyang wanted to move his mouth subconsciously: Coach, you can say whatever you want.

Miyamoto Hengjing didn't talk nonsense with Gao Yuyang, and shouted loudly: "You don't have to be convinced. The young people allow you to be unconvinced. This is the motivation for you to see the gap. Come on, Gao Sang, first beat me, an old man, and then talk!"

(End of this chapter)