six finger demon

Chapter 118 Shen Xiangfu's Purpose (50008000)

"Hello Coach Shen, welcome to Stamford Bridge, what can I do for you?" La Nieli said straight to the point.

"I'm here to find Tang Wu, to recruit him back to China to participate in the Olympic qualifiers." Shen Xiangfu has limited time, and he does not shy away from his purpose this time.

"Olympic qualifiers? Isn't the Chinese team eliminated?" Richards on the side spoke quickly and blurted out.

Tang Wu naturally watched the match between the National Olympics and Malaysia, so everyone on the team learned about the current situation of the National Olympics through Tang Wu's mouth.

"The National Olympics has not been eliminated!" Shen Xiangfu replied politely, "We are just not in a good situation, and there is still a possibility of qualifying."

"Tch, we are also coaches. I don't know what you mean by that?" Richards curled his lips and stopped talking.

Shen Xiangfu didn't care about the other party's complaints, but looked into La Nieli's eyes again, "Mr. La Nieli, I remember that Chelsea Club supports the players to be recalled to participate in international A-level competitions."

"That's right, that's right." La Nieli nodded.

Each club writes on the constitutional documents that "support club players should be recalled to participate in international competitions", and will also issue subsidies and bonuses according to the importance of the competition.

But this is like the "855" working system and overtime pay in the contract of a large company, it is written literally for outsiders to see.The reality is that coaches don't want players to return to their country to play, and many players don't really want to be called up when the competition is not very important or the national team is obviously weak.

For coaches, it is a headache for players to get injured in the national team.For example, Veron, the Argentine midfielder has become Chelsea's biggest parallel importer.

For players, the back and forth between the national team and the club can easily affect their appearances in the club.Especially the players who have just taken the starting position, they don't want to return to the national team to waste their chances to play in the club.

In addition, many players' countries are on the other side of the world. They often have to take a plane for more than ten hours to return to their country, and then experience jet lag; after the game, they fly back to the club and experience jet lag.

After only one round trip, many players are out of shape. It is normal for some forwards to not find a sense of scoring for a month.

But no matter what attitudes the coaches and players hold, the club's regulations are written there in black and white, and they will not interfere with the players' return to China to compete.

So La Nieli could only point in Tang Wu's direction: "Coach Shen, Tom is right there, you can go see him anytime. But whether he agrees to go back to China with you is not up to me."

"Thank you Coach La Nieli." Shen Xiangfu nodded and said, "Then I won't bother you for now."

Seeing Shen Xiangfu's leaving back, La Nieli called him suddenly: "By the way, Coach Shen."

"What's the matter?" Shen Xiangfu turned around and asked.

"Coach Shen, you know, the next game is very important for Chelsea." La Nieli said with a serious expression and a low voice.

"I see." Shen Xiangfu bowed slightly, "Let Tang Wu decide everything, I won't force him."

"I hope so." Ragnari sighed. "Hope TOM will make the right decision!"

Through Annuovan, the Italian also learned about Tang Wu's recent troubles and the situation of Chinese football, and he also felt very sympathetic to Tang Wu's experience.But he absolutely does not want to lose Tang Wu at this juncture, because Tang Wu is so important to Chelsea at this time.

"Hey, Tang Wu, this way, this way!" Seeing Tang Wu and others start to rest, Shen Xiangfu immediately waved his hat and shouted loudly.

"Who's that?" Glenn Johnson asked.

This kind of training greatly increased his interest.In the game, you only need to stop and pass the ball, and it is possible to get an assist.For this England rookie, it has an unparalleled appeal.

"I don't know, you guys rest first, I'll go over and have a look." Tang Wu didn't know who this skinny old man wearing sunglasses was.

He took off his gloves, exposed his fingers to the air, and walked towards the sidelines.

"You are." Looking at the face in front of him, Tang Wu dared not recognize it.

"Hi Tang Wu, I finally met you. I'm Shen Xiangfu, the coach of the Olympic team. We talked on the phone." Shen Xiangfu held out his hand to Tang Wu with a very low posture.

Having been a coach for so many years, it was the first time that Shen Xiangfu treated a young player in his early twenties like this.

"Eh Coach Shen?" Tang Wu was also surprised.When Shen Xiangfu's skinny cheeks overlapped with the images on the TV in his memory, Tang Wu noticed that the old man had changed so much in just a few days.

Shen Xiangfu's cheekbones were amazingly prominent, and his white hair almost covered the entire top of his head.His thin body was crumbling in the cold wind. Although he was wearing a down jacket, everyone could tell that there was a skinny body hidden under the down jacket.

"Coach Shen, you, why are you here?" Tang Wu hurriedly reached out his hand to hold each other, shaking it up and down.

Shen Xiangfu did not answer Tang Wu's greeting, but focused his eyes on Tang Wu's extended left hand.

Since Tang Wu's left hand has one more finger than other people's, it is more conspicuous when shaking hands.

"What a good pair of hands!" Shen Xiangfu couldn't help sighing.

"Uh, Coach Shen, what did you say?" Tang Wu asked respectfully.

Although Tang Wu dismissed Shen Xiangfu and others in the phone calls and letters, when facing this half-century middle-aged man who had dedicated half his life to Chinese football, Tang Wu's attitude was unusually humble.

This is out of a Chinese's respect for elders. Although Tang Wu has lived abroad all year round, the education he received in rural China when he was a child is deeply engraved in his bones.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Shen Xiangfu said "Hello" three times in a row. Tang Wu gave him a very good impression when they met for the first time.

He thought that Tang Wu, who had lived abroad for so long and achieved such achievements, would be as rebellious as his colleagues and the media said, but after seeing Tang Wu, he could tell from his brows that Tang Wu was actually a very Humble lad.

Comparing those players on the Olympic team who are so bullish before they have achieved much, it is a stark difference.

"Coach Shen, you just got off the plane? You haven't eaten yet! Let's go, I'll take you to a restaurant."

"No need, no need!" Shen Xiangfu shook his head, "I'll go to the cafeteria with you to eat."

"How is this possible? It's rare for Coach Shen to come here once. How can I let you eat in the cafeteria with me?"

"It's okay, I often eat in the cafeteria with the players in China, and the coach doesn't have any special treatment." Shen Xiangfu waved his hand, "Besides, I am also a coach, so I also want to check how top foreign clubs provide nutritious meals for players. "

"Ah? Then, okay then." Seeing that Shen Xiangfu had made up his mind, Tang Wu could only bid farewell to his teammates and lead Shen Xiangfu towards the cafeteria.

"We may lose TOM." Richards looked downcast as he watched Tang Wu's leaving back.

"What? What does this mean?" Glenn Johnson immediately acted like a cat whose fur had exploded upon hearing this.

"You don't know who he is, do you? He is the coach of the Chinese Olympic team. He came this time to ask Tang Wu to go back to participate in the Olympic qualifiers."

"Olympic qualifiers?" Lampard wondered, "Didn't the Chinese team be eliminated?"

"Who knows!" Richards said, "Maybe they thought Tang Wu could save the world!"

"Haha, how is that possible? TOM is not Superman!" Glenn Johnson laughed.

"Okay, anyway, we have to be prepared without Tom guarding the goal!"

"And Arsenal?" Glenn Johnson opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"From the perspective of the schedule, it looks like this." Richards spread his hands.

"Fake!" The surrounding players cursed together.

(End of this chapter)