World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 8 Inexplicable Hate
While the two sides were arguing, suddenly a yellow sports car came galloping with billows of smoke and dust.He didn't slow down when he came close, and rushed directly to the court, flicked his tail, and stopped firmly beside everyone.

"Damn it, Ferrari Enzo!"

Gao Yuan was speechless, thinking that there are so many fucking rich people!I don't know if there will be another big beauty in the luxury car this time.

Someone among the players muttered, "Gao Fushuai changed his car again."

The Ferrari door slowly rises like the wings of a bird.

Gao Yuan raised his neck and looked into the car full of expectation.

But the figure walking out of the car disappointed Gao Yuanda.

This person is neither a big beauty, nor a tall, rich and handsome man, but a fair and fat man who is not too tall and wears casual clothes.

"Fu Shuai is here!"

"Fu Shuai, we changed cars again!"

The players greeted the little fat man one after another.

The coach Lao Wang also changed his previous indifferent and arrogant attitude, and trotted up to meet him.While shaking hands with the little fat man with a big smile on his face, he introduced enthusiastically: "Small handsome, the big guy is resting. You practiced well today and you are in good condition. You came just in time. I will give you guidance and guidance, haha~"

Gao Yuan watched coldly, cursing inwardly: Fuck!This is not a group of psychopaths, this is clearly a group of sycophants!This little fat man doesn't look tall, rich and handsome, he's the stupid son of an upstart family!
Seeing everyone greet the little fat man enthusiastically, he couldn't help but move to the guy who seemed to have kidney deficiency, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

The man with kidney deficiency replied: "This is the team's new investor and player, tall, rich and handsome, a rich second generation!"

"Aren't you pointing at the monk and scolding the bald man? Rich is rich, but neither tall nor handsome!"

The man with kidney deficiency laughed: "What are you thinking? His surname is Gao, and his name is Fu Shuai! His name is Gao Fu Shuai!"

Nima, this name...

At this time, Gao Fushuai also noticed Gao Yuan, pointed at him and asked, "Who is this?"

"Isn't this the team administrator you want!"

When Gao Yuan was mentioned, the coach's expression changed, as if he was a little displeased, "If you want me to tell you, why bother to find an outsider? I have to take on all the jobs in the team. Finding an outsider can't help much. It's a waste of money, isn't it? You don't have money because of strong winds..."

Gao Fushuai ignored the coach's nagging.He walked directly to Gao Yuan and looked him up and down.He asked casually, "Are you an administrator?"

Facing the big boss behind the scenes, Gao Yuan of course showed great sincerity and fear, "Hello, my name is Gao Yuan, and my surname is Gao. I may be in the same family as you 500 years ago! I studied sports management, and now I come to our team to do management work."

"Well, good, professional counterpart! Do it well!"

Gao Fushuai has a leadership style, and he casually gave a word of encouragement to the new employee in front of him.

Gao Yuan was also stealthily observing this little fat man, and saw the stats on his head. His physical fitness was not bad. I don't know if his family conditions were relatively good. He grew up eating beef and drinking goat milk. He was actually the highest in the team in terms of strength, balance, and explosive power.

In terms of technical ability and mental attributes, it is obvious that he is a typical defensive player, aggressiveness 12, anticipation 10, defensive position 10, concentration 11...

These numbers are already top stats for defensive players on amateur courts.

In fact, if it weren't for his poor creativity and offensive data such as passing and shooting, it would be more than enough to become a professional player in the second division team.

Gao Fushuai was about to change his equipment to play, when the coach Lao Wang suddenly asked Gao Yuan a question coldly behind him: "Do you know what your job is specifically about?"

Gao Yuan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that he would be interviewed again after joining the job, his brain was thinking about the answer to this question quickly.

The development of professional football to the present stage is not just a sport, but involves all aspects of management, echelon construction, logistics support, team building, medical services, etc. It is a comprehensive system with a clear division of labor.

Players and coaches are only part of the club. Managers, sports directors, scouts, finance, team doctors, data analysts, physiotherapists, etc. are also important members of the club.

In England, which has the highest degree of professionalization, their division of labor is even refined to full-time positions such as jersey administrators and field maintenance staff.

For example, Old Morgan, the famous Manchester United jersey administrator, has been engaged in the work of "delivering jerseys" in Old Tradford for more than 20 years. Sir Alex Ferguson often asks him questions. He is definitely a veteran of the Red Devils!

However, up to now, specific to this poor amateur team on this broken field, Gao Yuan really doesn't know how to answer.

Because here is poor and white, and there is nothing!

"It should...it should be...do whatever!" Gao Yuan held back for a long time, and finally came up with such an answer.

Lao Wang seemed to have grasped Gao Yuan's handle, and yelled loudly, "Do everything? What can you do? You don't know what you are going to do, why are you here? Are you here to eat and die?"

Gao Yuan was scolded bloody. It seems that the coach is deliberately digging a hole for himself to jump in, so as to leave a bad impression in front of investors!

It's just that he really doesn't understand, he has never offended this coach, why does this guy just dislike him?
Fortunately, the investor, Gao Fushuai, was completely interested in the court, and seemed to turn a deaf ear to the coach's scolding, so he changed his equipment on the sidelines
Suddenly he saw the colorful "Multinational Force" jerseys on his teammates, and asked casually, "Has our new uniform arrived yet?"

Upon hearing this, Coach Wang didn't bother to scold Gao Yuan, and quickly responded, "Hurry up, hurry up, the shipment will be delivered immediately!"

Gao Fushuai didn't think much about it, and casually ordered, "Old Wang, you are the head coach of the team, so don't worry about such small things as organizing equipment, running errands and keeping accounts in the future, let him do it."

Coach Wang hummed reluctantly, but his fat face was as long as a donkey's.

There was a lot of fun playing on the court, but Coach Wang kept a gloomy face and didn't speak.Gao Yuan was left on the sidelines like a lonely ghost again. He just felt that it was neither right to stand nor to sit, and he was so embarrassed that he felt uncomfortable all over.

Gao Yuan looked at the court with his eyes, but his mind was not here at all. All he could think about was how he offended this difficult coach Wang.

Although this guy's affinity is a bit low, but he doesn't treat others as he treats himself, so he wants to pounce on him and bite him anytime!It is said that he has a low EQ, but he is very docile in front of Gao Fushuai, he almost didn't attach a tail to himself, and shook his master vigorously!

It is said that there is no love for no reason in the world, so why is there inexplicable hate?
Why on earth?

It's fucking unlucky to have to work under this kind of person when you're new here!

I don't know how long it took, and finally made it to the end of the training.

The big guys walked off the court wiping their sweat, and there was no locker room, so they just sat on the sidelines in twos and threes.

Those who drink water drink water, those who change shoes change shoes, and those who undress take off their clothes. They all look like deserters with their armor and armor removed.

"Everyone come here, I have something to explain to everyone!" The coach Lao Wang, who was like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture throughout the training, suddenly regained his energy and shouted at the players.

The players also found it strange that Lao Wang, who usually doesn't talk much in training, why did he think of the training today?

So, everyone lazily gathered together from all directions to listen to the coach's instructions.

(End of this chapter)