Coach Qian has a very straightforward name - Qian Yiduo.

Qian Yiduo is 55 years old this year, and as the coach of Changfeng University's Tianxing team, he has only been in office for more than five months.

Before he came to grow up, Qian Yiduo was an assistant coach at a small professional club, and once held up for two days when the head coach was vacant. Therefore, on the resume, there is also the name of a professional club head coach.

But Qian Yiduo knows his own ability.

As a professional player when he was young, his strength was very average. After retiring, he was able to get a position as an assistant coach in the club, and it was all because of his vision to see the wind and steer, and he followed the right person, so he got a mouthful of food.

In fact, in terms of tactics and training level, he is not in the stream at all.

In a professional club, Qian Yiduo is not so much a coach as a good old housekeeper and nanny. Everyone liked him, but no one took him seriously.

I originally thought that I would be mixed up until retirement in my life. Unexpectedly, after consecutive relegations, the club collapsed.

At that time, in less than half a month, the club's managers, players, coaches, and employees of various departments resigned and transferred.

Only his old money remained unswervingly.

On the one hand, the old money still has the eyesight. I know that the club collapsed because the results were too bad, and the big boss didn't want to play anymore. It's not that there's something wrong with his money and business.

On the other hand, he has nowhere to go for his old money.

With his ability, even if he wants to go to other clubs, even if he mixes with the last assistant coach position and specializes in miscellaneous work, I'm afraid no one wants to ask for it.

Old money is the right bet.

A month later, the big boss, who was the chairman of the board of trustees of the growing school, recruited him into the office and threw him a contract: "Go to Changfeng University to be a head coach." You should be fine with a bunch of amateur students to play intercollegiate competitions, right?"

"Of course there is no problem!" Lao Qian's answer was not to mention how resolute it was.

What are you kidding, I've been in the professional team for so many years, even if I just stand by and watch, I'm familiar with it.

Coaching a bunch of amateur hairy boys, isn't that a hand-holder?

But now, Lao Qian can't wait to give himself this mouth twice. It's not just a problem, it's a big problem!

Compared to professional clubs, a place like a university, where tens of thousands of blood-shaped bristle-headed boys gather, is simply a crater.

These bastards don't care if you are a "respectable" old-timer from a professional club, as long as your grades are not good, they will be scolded for anything ugly!

Since taking office, several training matches and friendly matches led by Lao Qian have been more losses and fewer wins, and even the few games won have been supported by the personal ability of the players.

Qian Yiduo was a little distressed.

It's not that the old money doesn't care, I really didn't expect that the current amateur competition of college students is so fierce.

Whether it is the research and innovation of playing style and tactics, or the level and intensity of the game, it is no worse than the third-rate club where he used to stay with old money!

The things that Lao Qian looked at in the professional team have almost been cleaned up in just five months!

A few days ago, even the big boss, who was a big man of his word in the board of directors, called over.

"Qian Yiduo, can you do it? You can't even bring a college team?"

The old money's sweat came down at that time.

patted his chest again and again, and only then did the big boss who had hugged his thick legs all his life feel a little angry. But in the end, you are not welcome.

"You've been with me for more than thirty years. The school is going to change the coach, and I pushed you out to get you a chance. I know your level. But you can't play professionally, and you can't do it as an amateur?"

"I'll say it in front, don't embarrass me. If you continue to lose like this, you can roll up and go home by yourself!"

Sitting in his office at the moment, watching the electronic tactical board and the video of the game playing on a loop, Qian Yiduo's mind went blank.

He knew that his time was running out, and the reason why he was still sitting here now was because the big boss kept it. The second reason is that the teachers and students still have hope for themselves, fantasizing about giving themselves a little more time to see if they can train the team.

And in the team, there is still some awe of his three-plate axe, and the team members are all students, relatively simple, and they can still fool around for a while.

But go on like this......

I was getting irritated when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Come in. Old Qian cleaned up his mood, pretending to watch the video very intently, and drawing an egg on the tactical board from time to time.

"Coach, there's a guy you think you have to meet. He Xu walked in and said with some excitement.

Lao Qian doesn't have much of a fight, and he is especially kind to several assistant coaches under him, and he usually relies on these people for many jobs in the team.

And He Xu is the one that Lao Qian likes and trusts the most.

He Xu is serious and meticulous, and he also has a certain level of training and tactics. Usually training and playing, he will record the mistakes made by the players and various data, and submit them to Lao Qian.

This is not only a hassle for the old money, which is already limited, but also a great help.

If it weren't for He Xu, Lao Qian himself wouldn't know if he could hold on until now.

The old-timers of the professional team are not so easy to do.

Therefore, as soon as he heard He Xu say, Lao Qian's first reaction was to stand up and say nervously: "Who is here?

He Xu was stunned for a moment, shook his head quickly, and said, "No, it's a graduate student who has just been expelled from Handa, named Xia Bei." ”

Hearing this, Lao Qian's heart was relieved and he frowned.

What's so good about an expelled graduate student?

"What's going on, let's hear it. Old Qian sat back, picked up the teacup and sucked slowly.

He Xu began to report.

Lao Qian drank tea, and gradually, his eyes suddenly froze. The teacup was placed on the table and asked, "Oh, did he participate in the design of those tactics of Handa?"

Lao Qian was already very restrained, but he still felt that there was irrepressible excitement in his voice.

It's like being clicked on the Ghost Acupoint, and countless thoughts have flashed through my mind in an instant.

Who is the sworn enemy who grew up?

Handa!

As an old bird who has played in the professional league, Lao Qian knows too well what it means to grow up by beating Handa.

That is the strongest obsession of tens of thousands of teachers and students who have grown up, and it is the breath they hold the deepest.

Tens of thousands of teachers and students can poke your nose and scold you for a month, from day to night, from head to toe, from nose to navel.

His previous two coaches were all dismissed because of their losses to Handa, and one of them is still scolded.

But what if you win?

Lao Qian knows better than anyone that the relationship between risk and return is directly proportional.

How badly you are scolded when you lose, how low you step on it, how well you will be praised and how high you will be praised if you win!

It can be said that as long as you win Handa, you and the entire team will be heroes who have grown up.

When the time comes, it doesn't matter if you lose all the other games! Teachers and students will consciously treat themselves with the greatest tolerance, will take the initiative to find all kinds of reasons to excuse themselves, and will give themselves more time.

Of course, for an old fritter like Lao Qian, it is absolutely impossible to lose other games.

It's not that he has faith in himself. It's that he has already thought about it, as long as he wins Handa, he will immediately pretend to be sick and resign.

It's the same to step down, but this one is decent!

When he thought that he had not only let the big boss save face in front of other school directors, but even earned face, Lao Qian was extremely honored.

When the time comes, the big boss pats himself on the shoulder and praises twice, and the bones will be a few taels lighter!

Therefore, when he heard that this Xia Bei was originally a student of Handa and participated in the formulation of Handa's tactics, Lao Qian immediately became interested.

"Yes, coach. He Xu nodded and said, "From my judgment, Xia Bei's research on Tianxing has reached a very high level. However, this also requires the money coach to personally assess. ”

As he spoke, He Xu put the two notebooks in front of Qian Yiduo.

Lao Qian flipped through his notes, only looked at them for a while, and his eyes narrowed.

He didn't look at the e-notes. If you follow the backwards after the fact, with the same tactical analysis and arrangement, he can make countless sets. He opened the paper notebook and went straight to the page of Handa.

"Pei Xian, the temple professional star mage, speculates on the combination of exercises: Lost dreams, crescent moons...... Weakness, slow movement speed, and the release speed of a large area of magic [Falling Star Shower] has a half-second condensation, so it is often started with low-level magic [Starfire......"

Seeing this, Qian Yiduo's face changed suddenly.

Generally speaking, as an opponent, it is natural to try to collect information about the opponent's main force, and this is true of Handa, and the same is true of growing up. In the desk drawer of Lao Qian, there is a book dedicated to recording the situation of the main members of each university.

However, many things cannot be obtained by analyzing them during the competition alone, especially the basic attributes of characters such as the combination of exercises, and even the internal members of the other party may not be able to get it.

But the speculation about Pei Xian in this notebook is ...... Qian Yiduo suddenly felt a little restless, these things were originally known only to himself as the head coach except for Pei Xian.

It's horrible.

Qian Yiduo quickly flipped through his notes, trying to find a record of the Han team, but unfortunately, there was no one in the notes.

He snapped his notes and said to He Xu, "You bring him." ”

He Xu nodded and went out.

A few minutes later, Xia Bei followed He Xu into the head coach's office. Then, he saw the chubby coach.

A person I know very well, but I meet for the first time.

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