Chapter 78: Changing times

When Gao Zheng pulled the suitcase and stood in front of the gate of the "Yang Wenlong Football Training Class", he looked at the patented mottled signboard, and he was still a bit dazed, as if he had been away for a long time, but it was only half a year...
Gao Zheng outside the door heard the whistle from inside, as well as the old man's loud voice: "Pass! Go! Yes! That's it! Shot! Okay, next!"
Gao Zheng laughed, and he heard the old man's mental voice, and he was relieved that the old man's health was good.
Then he dragged the suitcase and walked in.
The wheels rolled and rubbed against the rough concrete pavement, making a continuous noise.
This voice also attracted the attention of the children who were training on the court. They all diverted their attention and turned their eyes outside.
Yang Wenlong saw the children being so inattentive, and shouted in anger: "What are you doing, training? Where to look!"
He also looked out of the field, wanting to see which guy came to disturb his teaching.
Then he froze.
He saw a handsome young man dressed casually, standing outside with the suitcase.
Gao Zheng took off his sunglasses and showed a bright smile like the sun. He waved to his teacher: "Hi, old man, I'm back!"
The children on the court were stunned for a while, and then exclaimed collectively: "Wow! It's coach Gao!!"
Yang Wenlong sighed, knowing that today's training class could not continue, so he waved his hand: "Dissolve and dissolve, rest!"
The children cheered and ran to Gao Zheng.
"Coach Gao, how are you dark... We can't recognize it unless we listen to you!"
"Coach Gao, where have you been? We asked Guidance Yang, and he didn't say...We thought Guidance Yang owed you a salary, so you ran away..."
Gao Zheng heard the children's unscrupulous guesses and laughed, then squeezed his eyes at Yang Wenlong: "Old man, look at your image!"
"Rolling and rolling!" Yang Wenlong stepped forward and waved away the young students. "If you are not tired, let me run around!"
The children quickly scattered the birds and beasts, but did not run too far, and looked curiously at the side.
So Yang Wenlong pulled Gao Zheng into his office and closed the door to open the ceiling fan, but the heat in the room did not ease because the ceiling fan was blowing hot air. After almost a day of sun exposure, the simple board room accumulated a lot of heat, just like a steamer.
Gao Zheng didn't care about such bad conditions. He lived here with the old man last year and slept in such a room.
He didn't wait for Yang Wenlong to greet him, he consciously sat on the broken sofa with the yellow sponge inside, showing his yellow sponge inside, and bent his legs on the coffee table where the patent leather fell.
Yang Wenlong looked at him like this and couldn't help but say: "Going to a professional team for training hasn't changed the way you are when you are a dang Erlang?"
Gao Zheng smiled: "Old man, you are my home, can't you feel more comfortable when you go home?"
Yang Wenlong said with a straight face: "I am not your home here. Your home is in Wuzhi. It is more than two thousand kilometers away from here. You won't be at your own home. Why do you run here?"
Facing the serious Yang Wenlong, Gao Zheng still said with a hippie smile: "As the saying goes, one day is a teacher for a lifetime, and father and mother are not as good as the father. Of course I want to visit your old man for the first time."
"You don't want to go home."
Gao Zheng smiled: "Where can I go, after visiting your old man, I will go home. There is no direct flight from Milan to my small place, I always have to come here to transfer, so I will take a look first You... oh, don’t be suspicious of an old man."
Yang Wenlong snorted and accepted Gao Zheng's explanation. This was when he sat down on his swivel chair, which was also tattered and peeled. When he sat down, the chair made a crunching sound, making people Can't help worrying that this chair will collapse at any time.
"What's the gain in Sampdoria?" he asked after sitting down.
"Took a reserve league title." Gao Zheng rushed to the old man with a "V" gesture.
"Come on!" The old man snorted.
Gao Zheng looked at the old man and grinned.
"How are you doing now?" Yang Wenlong asked again.
"I played in the reserve team finals. I played for seventy minutes."
"It's just the reserve team...Come slowly." Yang Wenlong sighed.
Then he asked about Gao Zheng's life training in Italy and other details, and Gao Zheng answered him one by one.
Yang Wenlong was generally satisfied with Gao Zheng's performance in Italy, but he did not give any praise. He just nodded when Gao Zheng answered, even if he was affirmed to his most proud disciple.
As a traditional Chinese man, he is always stingy to express his positive emotions, even if he is happy, humming a song is enough to express. But scolding people is never merciless.
Even Gao Zheng was not snarled by him.
So Zhao Ju was so afraid of Yang's guidance.
Most of the time Yang Wenlong doesn't scold people, he is already in a good mood.
Gao Zheng turned his head to look out at the little children who had sneaked out of the board room and eavesdropped: "Old man, you are still a class..."
Today he is training with familiar faces, of course, some faces are gone.
Football training is actually a very hard thing. Even if you emphasize happy football, you will not feel so happy after years of training...There are not many people who can persist, let alone other factors. It affected the children to continue to play football.
"I'm the only one doing so many classes?" Yang Wenlong stared at the children outside the window, and immediately the child shrank and squatted down, and the courage ran away.
The power of anger...
"Find another coach..."
"No need, there are not so many students in this place, wasting money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand.
Gao Zheng looked around the office again, and there was a ruined sense of decay everywhere. Just looking at this office made people feel that this is not a powerful and formal football training institution. Any parent who takes children to register Seeing this scene, I am afraid that I will pay the money today, and tomorrow the old man will run away with money...
He was really worried about whether the old man's training class would last until he was famous for helping him advertise.
Thinking of this, he took out his phone and said to Yang Wenlong: "Old man, let's take a photo."
"Why?" Yang Wenlong was not very happy, frowning and wanting to refuse.
"Come, come, we haven't taken a photo together yet." Gao Zheng pulled Yang Wenlong's arm.
"Why not? What was your family portrait when you were a kid?"
"You all said that it was a family portrait. I was talking about the two of us alone." Gao Zheng opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the little children lying on the door eavesdropping lost their balance and planted it.
"You..." Yang Wenlong glared and scolded.
Gao Zheng grabbed one of them, and then stuffed his phone into his hand: "Come, Lin Yuan, give me and you Yang Zhangzhang photos."
Lin Yuan held the square black phone in his hand and was embarrassed: "I...I won't use..."
This is the Apple iPhone4 released in June last year. Although it has been on sale for a year, it is still not something ordinary people can own in China. The children trained in Yang Wenlong's football training class are generally not from wealthy families. They may have seen it. This high-tech gadget, but it will not be used, even... not dared to use it, fearing it will be broken.
"Come on, I will teach you."
Gao Zheng taught Lin Yuan how to use the camera function of Apple's mobile phone and asked Lin Yuan to take a few photos.
Only then did he stand with the old man with a smile on his face, and Lin Yuan took several pictures in one breath, knowing that the smile was almost frozen before he finished.
"Toss these..." Yang Wenlong was a little embarrassed.
Gao Zheng looked at the photos on the phone and was satisfied with Lin Yuan's camera technology.
"Yes, the young man can be a photographer in the future!"
Lin Yuan snorted: "I want to be a professional star, so I don't want to be a photographer!"
Hearing the childish words, Gao Zhengle said: "Okay, come on!"
Lin Yuan heard the perfunctory in the coach's tone, he snorted again, and then ran away.
"Old man, wash the photos out later, hang them on the wall, or print them on the enrollment guide, and make sure your business is booming!" Gao Zheng didn't care about the children's attitude towards him.
"Crooked door evil way..." Yang Wenlong scoffed.
"Oh, how is this a crooked way? This is marketing propaganda. You have to keep up with the old man... Don't use the old man machine."
Gao Zheng looked at Nokia on the desk, and the sunlight outside reflected the house and shone on it. The mottled light spot is the same mottled Nokia 3220, and the edges of the blue soft number buttons have all been whitened. There are two light strips covered with plastic shells on both sides of the mobile phone. Whenever there is a call or a text message, the colored lights will start to flash. At that time, it was still a tide way to notify the incoming call, and now four plastics The hood has dropped by half, and the two remaining are still crumbling. I don’t know which day I will follow my companions.
This is the kind of cell phone that looks so shabby now, the old man has been using it since 2005.
The mobile phones that were easy to use and fashionable back then seem to be out of keeping up with the times. Under the impact of smartphones led by the iPhone, the former mobile phone giant Nokia is also undergoing rapid decline and losing its due market position.
Really like the old man.
When I was a coach at Wuzhi, I was so excited.
Today, only a football training course can be operated here with support and bleakness.
"What's wrong with the old man's phone, the old man's battery life is good. I'll make a call to do so multi-functional?" Yang Wenlong frowned.
"I'll change your phone for you, just as I honor your old man. Just like me." Gao Zheng shook the iPhone 4 in his hand.
"I don't want it!" Yang Wenlong stubbornly refused.
"Don't, old man. Now there is a software that is easy to use. It's called WeChat. It's very convenient for contacts. No phone bills, as long as there is an Internet connection. If you change your phone, I'll install a WeChat for you, my phone There is also WeChat on the web, let’s add friends to each other, and you can contact me directly. Otherwise, you can’t always count on Uncle Guo to talk to you? It’s all in 2011, and still find someone to talk about like the ancients?"
"I can't type again..." Yang Wenlong's tone of rejection was no longer so firm.
"Ha! It doesn't matter. WeChat now supports direct voice transmission...Here, it's like this." Gao Zheng took out his mobile phone to Yang Wenlong and briefly demonstrated how to use WeChat. "Is it convenient?"
Yang Wenlong stared at the shiny little phone in Gao Zheng's hand. The screen was larger than the Nokia he used often, and the appearance looked many times better. He couldn't even read the colorful icons on the screen, let alone use it. .
He suddenly realized that he was really old.
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I'm optimistic about France's goal win over Uruguay.
And Brazil may have to be planted at the foot of Belgium, Belgium beat Brazil slightly!
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