The next day, when Wang Dalong came back from running, he found that Vieri had woken up, but he was still lying on the sofa, with his legs crossed, and he had turned over the day's newspaper in front of the table.

"You are Wang Dalong?"

"The media has blown you up to the sky!" Vieri threw away the newspaper in his hand, his face dismissive.

"Ha, it's kind of funny to be able to torture Chiellini and Bonucci like that."

This guy can actually speak English? Why are European players so strong at learning languages, is English really so easy to learn? Crespo speaks like a thief, Vieri speaks like a native speaker, are they all perverts?

Not for the reason he thought.

Actually, Vieri's father, Robert? Vieri was also a professional footballer, and in 1977 Robert was hired as a coach at Sydney's Marconi Club, where he came with his father at the age of five, where he lived until 1988. What is the wrong language to learn in 11 years?

As a teenager, Vieri's favorite sport was cricket, and his most admired star was Australian cricketer Alain? Bodø. Vieri also played rugby for a while, an experience that would give him a strong physique. Vieri once dreamed of becoming a cricketer, but in the end Vieri chose football.

But, make do? Interesting?

Although Vieri praised him on his face, he felt a trace of contempt.

What do you mean by improvisation, a little interesting? It's all a lot of effort! Big brother, you are Vieri, and you may not be able to single out Chiellini and Bonucci!

Wang Dalong poured himself a glass of water, drank it with a bang, and then looked at him with a provocative gaze, "Say it as if you can!" ”

Wang Dalong wasn't sure if Vieri could single out those two guys, he just wanted to stir up a little bit of a conversation.

"What?"

"I can't? Boy, don't be ignorant of the sky. ”

"What are those two little ones! When I was younger, even with that Barzagli, they weren't opponents. ”

"Well, Chiellini, Barzagli and Bonucci combined, they can't pick you, you can blow it, you don't have to play anyway!"

"You don't believe it? At that time, the three of them were still in the national youth team, and they were all trained by me. It's a pity that all these years have passed. At that time, their small bodies were not vulnerable at all, and I rushed over with the ball alone, and they all had to flip. Vieri came to his senses, sat up, and began to spit and spit around, as if it was a very happy thing to recall the events of that year.

Perhaps, he only has these good memories left, otherwise, there will be only women left.

"Christian, you can go back to the football field now." Crespo didn't know when he came to Wang Dalong's house, and he was also listening to Vieri's bragging. How good is it to go back to the football field and learn what other people do in business? I almost sold people to make ducks!

"Hernan, don't tell me these untrue things, my beer belly is almost as big as a water tank, how can you let me play, my age, to be a caddy?"

"Take this coaching certificate and become a coach."

"Being a coach? Look at this kid, even I don't believe it, I don't want to teach a bunch of pigs to play football, it's too wasteful, they won't understand what you need! ”

"Then if you are not a coach, I won't lend you this money." Crespo said with a smile waving the check in his hand.

"Ahh Buddy! You're amazing! Vieri looked at Crespo's cheque with a green glow in his eyes, he needed money the most now, only money was the most real, but it was what he lacked the most.

Crespo, however, did not intend to give him the cheque, for Vieri was an unrestrained man, who spent money like a stream of money and had no other skills, and if the cheque had been given to him, it might have been lost in a few days.

As a good friend of Vieri, Crespo doesn't want him to continue to sink, a man in his forties, who has no ability to take care of himself at all, like what? To put it mildly, half of my life is in the coffin!

"Christian, sign a contract with me, as soon as you sign this contract, I'll give you a check."

"Sign, sign, sign, sign immediately, what about the contract, what about the pen, take it, get it quickly, sign the contract, what a simple thing. Dude, I'll sell me to those old bitches if you give me a check. Vieri waved his hand and motioned for Crespo to take the contract, and then the whole person became much more energetic.

What a pig! Who is the pig, in the end! No wonder someone cheated in business...... Wang Dalong is really speechless, Vieri is a typical master who sees money, he forgets everything when he sees money, and he can sign a contract so casually?

In fact, when Vieri was a player in the past, he was nicknamed a football prostitute, and he was as diligent as changing teams as changing clothes, all for money.

Crespo put the invoice in his pocket and sat down on the sofa without hurrying, but with a serious face.

"Christian, I hope you will take this contract seriously, it is very important for your future."

"Huh?" Vieri sniffed, his eyes widening a little. "Come on, I'm listening."

'If you sign this contract, from tomorrow you will be a coach at Parma and you will be in charge of the team's shooting training.

Well? Put this guy in charge of shooting drills? Will it work? Wang Dalong glanced at Vieri and was very puzzled.

Will he be able to come to the training ground at eight o'clock?

Even if you come, will you have a hangover and not wake up?

Or, will he skip work directly......

Based on his current impressions of Vieri, he really couldn't think of how much he was capable of the job.

And, more importantly, Vieri is in charge of the shooting exercises, so what are you going to do with Crespo? Is it difficult to leave?

Probably not, right?

"Hernan, what are you doing?" Wang Dalong probed.

"I ......"

"Head coach."

"Huh?" Wang Dalong was shocked, he didn't expect Crespo's role to change so quickly, he remembered Crespo said that he just wanted to be his personal coach Wang Dalong, but he didn't want to return to the position of head coach, why did he change his mind now?

"The original head coach ......"

"The boss is fired."

Fried? Say stir-fry or stir-fry? Wu Di is really courageous! Didn't people do a good job, the Italian Cup has killed Roma and Juventus, and the league is also in a good position, why?

Wang Dalong couldn't figure it out.