The coaching training is run by the Football Association of Fulham in the London Region (administratively divided into the Borough of Hammelsmith) and is located in the sports management building of the London Sport University.

At half past eight in the morning, Zhang Yang found this place.

The exterior of this school building is very distinctive, with a four-pointed star below and a six-pointed star above, which can be regarded as a scenery from a distance.

It's just over Christmas, the students are still on vacation, and the front of the teaching building is deserted, but there are a lot of courses offered to the outside world, and there are still some people coming in and out, making the surrounding environment more popular.

Zhang Yang went up to the second floor to find the designated classroom, pushed the door in and glanced at it, there were already more than a dozen people inside.

The time is only 8:40, and the teaching class starts at 9 o'clock.

According to the flamboyant concept of time, he came relatively early, already twenty minutes early, usually arriving within five minutes of work, after becoming the manager of Millwall, unless there is work to deal with, it is basically almost nine o'clock, the first team starts training, he will come to the club.

Surely others don't think so.

When Zhang Yang found a place to sit down, a curly-haired young man said, "Man, why are you here so late, the class is about to start." ”

"Ten minutes left, right?"

"It's only been ten minutes!" The curly-haired young man's tone was a little complimentary, "Aren't you afraid of being late?" This is the first lesson of the instructor training, so make sure to make a good impression on the instructor! If he's late, the instructor will think, 'Sorry, this guy must have failed anyway.'" ”

"Man, you're a little too excited." Zhang Yang pulled the corners of his mouth.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my surname is McNamara, you can call me Jonah." The curly-haired young man introduced himself and immediately asked enthusiastically, "What about you?" What's your name? You seem to be East Asian, Japanese, Korean? Or China? ”

"Chinese, you can call me Zhang."

"Zhang? Strange pronunciation, well, how did you come up with the idea of doing coach training? McNamara was a little bit excited, "I just can't help it, yes, I'm looking forward to it, I'm going to learn how to be a coach." I've loved football since I was a kid, but I never played it, you know, most people do, okay, I've just finished my bachelor's degree and I'm already able to make my own money! The important thing is that I am an adult long ago! My family can't stop me from doing anything! ”

"Poor boy."

Zhang Yang said silently in his heart, but still encouraged him, "I believe your choice is right!" ”

"Thank you!"

After a few minutes, an obese middle-aged man walked into the classroom, and McNamara immediately beckoned, "Bates, here!" ”

Bates walked over and sat on the other side.

McNamara said, "This is my uncle, Bates. He also grumbled, "Why are you here so late!" ”

Bates rolled his eyes, "I have a job, I have to deal with it first." ”

McNamara ignored Bates and continued to nag Zhang Yang, "Bates doesn't know what to think, he said that he wants to learn coaching courses with me, although my dear nephew likes football, he doesn't have to learn by himself, and I will become a coach in the future, and I will guide him!" ”

Zhang Yang admired Bates's approach, and he took the initiative to reach out his hand, "Hello, you can call me Zhang, you are here for the child?" ”

"Yes, my son loves football and I thought it would take me to learn how to coach my kids to play football." Bates said.

"You're a great father."

"Thank you."

The three of them were chatting when the door was pushed open.

A bald man of about thirty years old walked in, he was carrying a stack of books in both hands, he looked a little unstable, as if he was going to fall down at any time, he walked a little staggering, and shouted when he entered the door, "Help me!" ”

A few people in the front row hurriedly went over to put the book down.

The bald man was wearing a sportswear, the expression on his face was very kind, he took a few breaths, looked left and right in the classroom, and glanced at Zhang Yang several times in a row before patting the books on the table and saying, "This is your teaching book, I will distribute it to everyone in a while." ”

"I'm going to introduce myself, Mario Lusaldi, my name is very interesting, whenever people hear my name, they always think of a game made in Japan in the 90s." Lusardi stroked his hair and laughed at himself, "Although I'm bald, I don't know how to top mushrooms." ”

A lot of people laughed.

"I'm a year Chinese New Year's Eve old, I used to be a footballer at Queens Park Rangers and retired at the age of 23 because of an injury, so it's not a wonderful memory. After that, I started to get various certificates, until I came to work here three years ago, I was in charge of the training of the Level 1 Coach Certificate, and I have trained 58 batches of students so far. ”

"I'm not trying to show off my qualifications, it's not a big deal, I just want to say that I've never felt so much pressure at work in the past. Yes, it's stressful to give you a lesson because there is a special person among you. ”

Lusaldi's expression was a little exaggerated.

Everyone looked left and right, and they were a little confused.

Lusardi said the answer, "Publicity! When I first saw the name, I didn't think it was a big deal, there were always Chinese students coming to the class, but after checking the information, I confirmed it. One of my students was the head coach of Millwall......"

The classroom was a sensation.

At first, they were a little unclear, so they all immediately looked at Zhang Yang.

McNamara and Bates also looked at it, both of them grew their mouths in surprise, and McNamara exclaimed, "I'll just say your name, how do you sound so familiar, it turns out that you are the very famous Chinese coach!" The head coach of Millwall! My God! ”

"I studied the same coaching course as the Millwall head coach!"

Zhang Yang was suddenly embarrassed.

In this kind of place to learn coaching courses, it doesn't feel good to be stared at by a group of classmates like aliens.

Lusaldi didn't make people feel embarrassed, he only talked about it and said, "I think in the coaching course, a fellow coach of a professional club, deserves applause." ”

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Yang exhaled lightly, stood up and waved around, saying hello to everyone.

After that, the coaching session begins.

Lusardi distributed the textbooks to everyone, and the time in front of them was to familiarize everyone with the textbooks.

Zhang Yang opened the textbook and found that it was very well made, it was like several beautiful magazines stacked on top of each other, with illustrations on each page, and there were many text introductions, he turned the textbook over and looked at it for 46 pounds.

"It makes sense that coaching courses are expensive."

Zhang Yang is a little clear.

When the time was almost up, Lusaldi began to explain, "The theoretical content you want to learn is basically in the textbook, and I am responsible for explaining the content to help deepen your memory, and then there will be eight practical training courses, which are divided into two days, and you can freely choose which day to come to the class." ”

Lusaldi explained all the lessons and began to explain the contents of the textbook.

Zhang Yang listened carefully.

Lusaldi's explanation of the content of the textbook is not very boring to read, in fact, if you listen to his lessons against the textbook, there is no clue at all, he starts with his football experience as a teenager, from real examples and psychological feelings, to explain the cultivation of youth football.

Lusardi's lessons are so vivid that they make you forget that there are textbooks.

A morning passed.

Lusaldi ended the morning lesson with a 'little story of encouragement for children', after which everyone applauded.

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At the end of the morning class, Lusaldi invited Zhang Yang to lunch.

The two went to the faculty cafeteria at the university.

It is a small cafeteria in the sports university, located in a corner of the university, next to the faculty dormitory, which is also open to students on weekdays, but since most of the faculty and staff come here to eat, students do not feel like they come here.

Christmas has just passed, and the students are on vacation.

There are only a few employees working in the canteen, there are very few food and beverage categories on offer, the number of customers is also small, and there are few people in the entire hall.

Lusardi and Zhang Yang found a seat against the wall.

The two chatted while having lunch, and the topic was of course inseparable from football.

Like many people, Lusaldi was interested in making him the head coach of Millwall, "That's a professional club manager! Millwall are still in the Champions League, and even in another 20 years, I can't imagine being the manager of a second-tier team. ”

"Maybe your goal should be to get a job in the FA." Zhang Yang said, "Your class is very vivid, I listened to it all morning, and I didn't pull down a word." ”

"Thank you!" Lusaldi nodded, "I hope you can give me some suggestions on the content of the course after listening to today's lesson, and I can correct any boring and deficient points." ”

"If I could, I would."

"But speaking of which, I really don't know why you chose to take a coaching course."

Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.

"If you want to learn something useful through these courses, it's definitely not possible, unless you get to the professional coaching stage, it's mostly about youth football, and the content doesn't have much to do with professional football." ”

"Isn't it necessary to get a coaching certificate?"

Lusaldi shrugged, "If you just want to get a certificate, you can go to the club, you don't need formal training at all, you can get the ordinary certificate directly." ”

"Can it still be like this?"

"Of course, you're the manager of Millwall. There are exceptions to everything, just like an old professor in the Academy of Sciences, would he need to go to university again because he doesn't have a college diploma? ”

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