The Glory of the Godfather

The lighting in the room is not enough.

When Bell knocked on the door and came in, he only saw that the coach was busy in front of the computer and could not see exactly what he was doing.

"Here?" Fang Jue waved his hand, "Sit down, let's watch the movie."

Bell looked dumbfounded. The coach asked him to come to the office by himself after get off work, just to watch the movie?

Suddenly, Bell only felt the coolness of the tail vertebrae. He never thought of himself as a handsome guy. Since childhood, he was ridiculed and ridiculed by his friends because of his ‘special’ appearance.

However, at this moment, Bell was a little worried about his virginity.

What if, what if the coach has a special hobby?

"What are you doing in a daze?" Fang Jue glared at the little guy. "Sit by yourself, and you want to drink water and pour yourself. There is an automatic coffee machine."

Fang Jue clicked the mouse, and the video immediately started playing on the projector.

"Yes, I strictly forbid Gareth to use his left foot in the game." A bald middle-aged man appeared in the video. "Yes, in my opinion, when Gareth kicks the ball with his left foot, he is People are unfair."

It's teacher Marcelletti.

Bell's eyes widened. It turned out that the coach told him to watch this kind of film. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then became very interested.

It turned out to be a video about yourself?

Bell did not expect someone to make such a video about himself.

I haven't heard of any TV station that has released such a video. It is the TV station in your hometown of Wales?

Fang Jue saw that Bell was no longer so nervous, and his whole body suddenly relaxed, a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Hi, Gareth, come on!"

"Gareth, you are our idol!"

Several young people appeared in the video.

"It's Sam." Bell was pleasantly surprised. This is Sam Warburton, his classmate at Witchitch Middle School. This guy is now a football star player.

...

"I have to set some special rules for him." A bald middle-aged man faced the camera and said with a smile, "In a regular game, I ask Gareth to touch the ball only once and never use his Left foot, if these rules are not made, he will pass all his opponents, yes, I restricted him, this kid is too powerful."

"Director Morris." Bell recognized that this was Mr. Gwen Morris, the master of the sports department at Cardiff Witchitch High School.

"In school, his homework is not the best, but in football, he stands out from the crowd. I knew at that time that I would never be able to keep up with his level."

"Carl, this guy..." Bell murmured, this was Carl Morgan, his young classmate.

"Gareth is really lucky. Their family has always supported him. His father has supported him on the sidelines in almost every game. Yes, Gareth's family is not rich, but he is very happy."

"Gareth will practice alone. He is confident in his left foot. He practiced repeatedly. Anyway, I saw him and he was practicing. Of course, his father, Mr. Frank Bell, he always Standing on the sidelines, looking at him without blinking, I see pride in the eyes of my father, he is proud of his son."

It was the Frenchman George Prost, the technical director of the Southampton Youth Academy.

Bell's eyes moistened, and he thought of himself walking along, thinking of his father.

"Gareth is my son, my son is the best, I don't support him, who supports him?" A loud voice sounded.

"Dad!" Bell stood up, and after the voice, it was a video.

A man who looked like Bell was drinking coffee with a handsome man, and the two were chatting.

"Coach, you, when are you..."

It was Fang Jue who had coffee with Frank Bell.

"Hi, son, is it a surprise, hahaha." To the camera, Bell's father laughed, "I handed you over to coach Fang Jue. This is a real gentleman, a talented coach, Believe Dad, he will let you, um, how do you say that sentence?"

When Dad turned his head and asked Fang Jue.

"Nirvana is born again." Fang Jue said.

"Yes, that's the word." Frank Bell nodded. "Son, ignore those boring guys. Dad believes you can."

...

"I went to Cardiff especially the other day and had a cup of coffee with Mr. Bell." Fang Jue smiled.

He didn't say anything about going to Cardiff. By the way, he had coffee with Bell's father and talked to Westerners. Don't be circumspect.

Bell was a little excited, his mouth opened, and he didn't know what to say.

Now, he naturally understands that this video was not made by a TV station, but by a coach.

"Coach, you did this..."

"Idiot, of course it is for you." Fang Jue raised his voice and said, "I have been following you, Gareth, you are a very, very optimistic player for me."

"Actually, you are eager to play, and you are very nervous, right?" Fang Jue asked.

"En." Bell nodded.

There is only one reason for Bell's nervousness, and that is the media hype about his bad luck. When he was at Tottenham Hotspur, as long as he played the game, Tottenham never won.

This is like a spell.

Although some media may be malicious, some are just ridicule, not malicious, but for a young player, the big heart will not care, but introverted players, if you go to your heart, you will be vulnerable Very bad influence.

Bell, according to Fang Jue's observation, this guy is a shy and introverted kid.

Of course, this is not depression, just anxiety.

"I don't know how to help you. You must come out of this confusion yourself." Fang Jue patted Bell on the shoulder. It can ease your tension."

Fang Jue spread his hands, "So, I will go to Cardiff."

"Not bad, the place is beautiful." Fang Jue laughed, "Your father is also a very interesting person."

"My dad is the best dad." Bell said proudly.

"It can be seen." Fang Jue nodded in agreement.

Fang Jue talked a lot with Bell. There was no clear purpose or topic, just what to talk about. Bell talked about his journey of learning to play football since he was a child. Fang Jue said that he came out of China to work, and that he was a good coach Resume, tell the story of his coaching Ibiza.

The two had a very happy chat.

Bell said that he is often distressed by his looks, and others call him a monkey.

Fang Jue asked, "Gareth, do you know Monkey King?"

"do not know."

"This is a well-known story in China," Fang Jue said. "There is a monkey with great powers in it. He stands upright, he is fearless."

"His name is Monkey King, do you know what Monkey King means?"

"Well, let me tell you..."

"Your appearance is very similar to the magical monkey in that TV series." Fang Jue said with a smile, "Gareth, in my opinion, you are very handsome and energetic. You have to use actions to tell everyone , You are the fearless and omnipotent guy!"

"What's the name of this TV?"

"Journey to the West." Fang Jue said, "you can go and see if you have time. I remember there is an English version."

After talking happily, Fang Jue even took out a beer and drank with Bell.

"Gareth, trust me." Fang Jue clinked with Bell. "You are a very, very talented player. Under my hand, you will become the best in football."

"I don't know." Bell said, "but I choose to trust the coach."

"Why?" Fang Jue asked in surprise.

"You are really good to me and value my coach~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bell said, "I can feel it. "

Fang Jue laughed.

"Gareth, in the future, your position will be advanced and you will play the left midfielder or the left forward." Fang Jue said, "I have studied you carefully. This is the most suitable position for you."

"You are the coach, you have the final say." Bell said.

"You kid." Fang Jue knocked on Bell's head. "Actually, you like it in your heart. Who doesn't like to get closer to the goal and score goals."

Bell smiled embarrassedly.

Fang Jue locked the office door, and the two of them walked and talked.

The moonlight was very good, cast on the two people, long shadows, Fang Jue's hearty laughter, and Bell's happy smile from time to time.

This night, Bell slept unsteadily. He always dreamed. First he dreamed that he was mocked for his looks when he was a child, and then he really dreamed of a monkey. That monkey... very hanging.