One sunny afternoon a month ago, David Jones found Barton.

At this time, Barton was sitting lazily in the stands of the stadium of Qianchuan County Middle School in China, where a very interesting football game was being played.

However, Barton didn't seem to be paying attention to the pitch, and he seemed to be just enjoying the slightly scorching sunshine in the stands.

"Hey Barton, how are you doing?"

Barton opened his somewhat wistful eyes, glanced at David Jones, then closed them again, faintly replying with one word: "Good!" ”

David Jones was used to Barton's appearance, and since the first time he saw Barton, he was in this state: unshaven beard, disheveled head, sleepy-eyed, full of alcohol.

Barton doesn't do anything but drink every day. He didn't know where Barton came from, and he wasn't interested in knowing that, and he didn't understand why the Boss had taken the drunkard with him. It wasn't until they came to China that he changed his mind about Barton.

It was also a sunny afternoon, with a group of kids playing in the playground against a youth team of a club in the provincial capital. Those children were the outstanding student players selected by their boss after returning to China by holding a football match for primary and secondary school students, and recruited them to the training base for training. Although this group of students has received a few days of formal training, they are very different from the youth teams of professional clubs.

At that time, Barton sat lazily on the sidelines as he did now, and their boss was thundering on the sidelines commanding the student army.

At half-time, they trailed their opponents by ten goals, perhaps because they couldn't stand it anymore, or sympathized with the thunderous boss, Barton made a move. On the sidelines he made just a few changes in the position and scored. And they didn't let the professional youth team score a goal in the second half, which made the boss excited.

The boss then patted the ass and handed the student team directly to Barton, and two weeks later, they played another coaching match against that youth team, which surprised David Jones. The Patton Cadets beat the youth team 1-0 in this coaching match.

After this game, David Jones felt that there was a kind of magic in Barton's body, a magic that could change the player's ability.

But after this game, David Jones never saw Barton on the training ground again, and the refreshed Barton on the sidelines of the training field became decadent again. He once mentioned to the boss, how can such a talent be let go? But the Boss didn't seem to take his advice, and still turned a blind eye to Barton.

It wasn't until their boss decided to sign Yu Liang that he changed this laissez-faire attitude.

The purpose of Davy Jones' coming here this time was to convince Barton.

Sitting next to Patton, David Jones watched the game inside the court.

A game for middle school students, not spectatorial.

But when David Jones sat down, he watched with relish, and it all started with Patton. He was curious to see what Barton could achieve in the end of a team.

"Would you like a change of environment?"

"Why?"

Barton still had his eyes closed.

He's enjoying everything he's doing right now.

Here he can eat delicious and authentic Chinese food every day, and he can taste Chinese wine every day, and he can't think of a reason to leave.

"The Boss has got you an errand! He wants you to be a personal trainer for a player! ”

"The Chinese lad?"

David Jones looked at Barton with some surprise: "You know everything? ”

Barton opened one eye and looked at David Jones with a somewhat misty look, as if he were looking at a fool: "It's not hard to guess!" ”

Although Davy Jones sensed Barton's contempt, he didn't take it to heart.

"OK, as long as you want!"

David Jones patted Barton on the shoulder and stood up to leave the stadium.

"No, I didn't say that!"

David Jones stopped, he thought he had succeeded in convincing Barton, but now it seemed that it would take a little more to talk. "Do you know that lad? He's done a great job at Manchester United! It's just not good enough, so he needs your help! ”

As if he hadn't heard David Jones, Barton still sat there with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth or warmth of the sun.

Seeing that Barton was still unmoved, David Jones took out his laptop directly from his assistant: "Maybe you should see how he performs!" ”

After opening the video, David Jones placed the computer directly in front of Barton.

"Yu Liang, Yu Liang successfully saved the Chinese youth team, he blocked Marvin Matip's header on the goal line......"

"Yu Liang's long shot, beautiful! The ball went into ......"

“……”

The computer is playing every wonderful shot of Yu Liang, including goals, assists, interceptions, and steals......

Listening to the cacophony of voices and cheers coming from the computer, Barton opened his eyes and looked at them for a moment, then closed them again and muttered, "Too weak! ”

"Yes, so the boss needs you, needs you to make him stronger!"

"Like whom?"

"Uh...... No matter who he is, the boss needs him to get stronger! ”

David Jones doesn't know who the boss wants Yu Liang to become, but he knows that the boss wants Yu Liang to become a model for Chinese players and a benchmark for Chinese professional footballers. Their boss hopes that Yu Liang's success story can inspire Chinese teenagers with dreams and change the traditional concept of those traditional families.

"Do you think he'll be able to make it?"

It was hard for Barton to understand that a country with a fifth of the world's population could not find a group of kickers. When he arrived in China, especially after he arrived in Qianchuan, he understood why Chinese football was not good.

Why?

Qianchuan County is not big, but it is not small, and the population of the county exceeds 100,000.

Such a county town does not have infrastructure similar to that of a football field. Not even a decent stadium. There are a few high schools in the county, and the only stadium is locked on weekends.

If it weren't for the primary and secondary school football league organized by their boss, he would hardly have seen his children playing.

Football is also a pyramidal structure.

The top level represents the top level of football in the country.

The size of this group depends on the bottom. Only with a large football population can they select and develop better players.

Of course, it is not enough to have a huge football population, but also to have a reasonable and standardized management system, as well as a reasonable organization of events.

There may be a lot of genius.

But without proper training, no one can become a really good footballer.

It's a huge plan, and Barton doesn't believe that he can change it all by relying on the power of one person, and it may end up in vain.

"I don't know, but I feel like the Boss needs our help and needs us to help him with this huge plan!"

When he said this, David Jones suddenly felt that he was too noble, "And don't you think it's a big challenge?" Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment when the players you train are on top of the world? ”

“****！ I don't think it's much of a point to femdom a piece of shit! You go and tell the boss that when I've had enough of wine, I'll go......"

Barton stood up, patted his butt, and walked straight out of the playground.

A football match on the pitch was over at the moment, and David Jones shook his head at the score, but both the loser and the winner had a smile on their faces...... (To be continued.) )