Chapter 817: The True Person Does Not Reveal His Face

Starting from the city, head east and take the Yangtze River Tunnel and Bridge.

After more than half an hour's drive, we finally arrived at Chongming Island.

Compared with the prosperous Longhai on the opposite bank, Chongming Island has its own unique flavor.

There are no tall buildings or bustling streets here. Looking out the car window, you can see the densely packed low buildings in the distance forming a line with the blue sky.

Since the shipyard of Shengxi Yacht and some other supporting factories are all on Chongming Island, Yang Huan has been here before, but for some reason, he has a very special feeling every time he comes.

Perhaps it is because the differences between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are too great.

According to the navigation, after entering Chongming Island, it is still about half an hour's drive in total.

Therefore, Yang Huan was not in a hurry, but he felt a little strange in his heart.

Why would Mr. Xu, who is always so proud, call me and invite me to visit his football school?

Yang Huan was a little confused.

If it were ten years earlier, he might have thought that this might be an attempt to attract investment.

Everyone knows that when Mr. Xu founded this football school, he suffered from lack of funds. In order to raise money, he even worked as a prostitute.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I was just taking advantage of Mr. Xu's fame and status in the football circle to eat, drink and take photos with him.

But now, he has finally made it. His team is a well-known and strong team in the Chinese Super League and has no shortage of money.

Yang Huan couldn't figure it out, but he still respected Mr. Xu very much.

He had wanted to meet him many times, and even went to the football school twice, but he never got to meet him, which was a pity.

This is a rare opportunity, so Yang Huan certainly won't be polite.

Chongming Island is shaped like a rectangle running from northwest to southeast. The exit of the Yangtze River Bridge is on the east side, but the football school is on the west side.

Therefore, after getting on the island, head west and walk for about half an hour.

Following the direction indicated by the navigation, we finally arrived at the gate of the football school.

"No wonder General Fan said that if you shoot outside with a machine gun at night, don't expect to hit anyone!"

Yang Huan smiled and shook his head. This is really a great place.

However, as a football school, this place is too remote, and it feels like the players are being kept in a circle.

The security guard at the door stopped the car and asked some questions. He must have been notified in advance, so he let the car pass.

Long Wu drove the car all the way inside.

When the football school was first established, there was no money or funding, so we built a hotel and turned it into a tourist attraction to attract tourists and generate income.

When Yang Huan saw this, he admired Mr. Xu, who was already over 70 years old, even more.

If all Chinese football players could have the spirit of Mr. Xu, would there be hope for Chinese football?

The car had just stopped in the parking lot in front of the training building. Yang Huan had just gotten out of the car and saw Mr. Xu accompanied by his assistants coming towards him from afar. He immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Xu, I finally see you!" Yang Huan held both of his hands.

Although Mr. Xu is quite old, he is still in good spirits and looks very strong.

"Haha, Master Huan, welcome, welcome!"

Yang Huan waved to Long Wu behind him, and Long Wu immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Xu, I came here in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. This is just a small token of my respect."

"Hey, Master Huan, what are you doing?" Old Xu suddenly looked unhappy.

"It's good that this person is here, why did he bring a gift?"

Yang Huan laughed, "It's just a little gift from the younger generation."

Long Wu came over with a small handbag in his hand, which was just big enough to hold a notebook.

notebook?

Old Xu looked at Yang Huan in confusion, and the latter pursed his lips, indicating that he could take it out and have a look.

There is no way. When I took it out and looked at it, I felt that it was no different from an ordinary notebook. The worst that happened was that it was all in English.

"Open it and take a look." Yang said with a smile.

Mr. Xu could only open the cover and saw a sentence in English written on the blank page below the cover.

But the focus is not this English sentence, but the signature below.

"Ferguson?" Boss Xu was so surprised that his hands were shaking a little.

He was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he moved closer and took a closer look. It was indeed Ferguson, no doubt about it.

Oh my God, this is a sentence written by Ferguson himself.

"Master Huan, this is..."

Yang Huan nodded, "It is indeed Ferguson's handwriting!"

The football player that Mr. Xu admired most in his life was Ferguson.

Even the football school he founded is somewhat similar to what Ferguson learned from him.

In many places, one can see some traces of Ferguson in Mr. Xu.

"Master Huan, this gift is too valuable. I..."

As he said this, Mr. Xu was about to hand it back.

Yang Huan stopped his hand midway and said, "Whether this gift is valuable or not depends on the person. At least I believe that it has its true value to Old Xu!"

After hearing this, Mr. Xu was really reluctant to part with it and could only take it back with a smile.

"By the way, Master Huan, what does this sentence mean?"

"Oh, this is a sentence that Ferguson likes very much. It means that everyone needs to face challenges at all times, so that our lives will never be monotonous!"

Mr. Xu nodded continuously as he listened, thinking deeply, "Yes, Ferguson has been practicing this sentence all his life!"

After sighing for a while, he carefully put away the gift and then accompanied Yang Huan on a tour.

Yang Huan smiled slightly and looked around, "Well, Mr. Xu, your place is big enough."

"It's more than a hundred acres."

Yang Huan nodded repeatedly and said jokingly: "I see, many people don't understand you."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Xu asked with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, this large piece of land cost you only 20 to 30 million yuan to build this football school more than a decade ago. If it were sold now, the price of this piece of land alone would be more than that!"

Old Xu laughed out loud when he heard this. "Master Huan really understands me. That's the truth!"

After laughing, he sighed again.

"In fact, many people like to make quick money and are used to it. Therefore, they simply don't believe that being down-to-earth in football can also be quite profitable. They don't understand it at all and don't want to understand it!"

Yang Huan also agrees with this view.

If you want professional football to develop, you must first treat it as a business.

Mr. Xu does have sentimental qualities, but his business acumen is definitely not bad either.

Putting aside other things, how much is it worth to have acquired this land at such a low price, invested in a football school, and trained so many national team players and players?

This is something that cannot be measured by money at all!

Now that he has made it, all he needs is one word, and there will definitely be no shortage of people interested in investing in him.

Are you still worried about having no money?

"Master Huan, I took the liberty of inviting you this time. This is the first time. I believe you have heard the news."

Yang Huan nodded. He did receive the news when he came back this time.

"Are you planning to sell the football club?"

"Yes!" Old Xu nodded, "But this football school is mine, I can't sell it."

"Originally, I invited you here because I hoped that you, the boss who knows the most about football in Europe, could give me some advice. You know, I'm getting old and can't go to Europe to visit your Saints' training base. I just happened to hear that you were back, so I asked someone for your phone number and invited you to come over."

"It's okay. Since Mr. Xu has given the order, I will come no matter what!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

"Also, I heard that you are planning to open a training class for youth coaches in China. I hope you can arrange a few places for us. As you know, the youth training environment in China is very bad now. Even here, the quality of personnel cannot be compared with that in Europe. So, it is a good opportunity to have the opportunity to learn from your Southampton youth training coaches!"

Yang Huan laughed and said, "Okay, there's no need to talk about the quota or anything like that, just draw up a list for us!"

"Then I would like to thank Master Huan!"

"Why are you so polite?" Yang Huan smiled and waved his hand.

For him, this is really just a piece of cake.

"Originally, I was already a little discouraged, but just now, after hearing what Ferguson said, I felt really bad, and I couldn't sit still!"

After saying this, Mr. Xu laughed at himself.

"Why? Mr. Xu is interested in forming another team and competing in the professional league?"

Old Xu smiled slightly, but did not answer. Instead, he said, "Wait a little longer. I will tell you when I can't sit still any longer."

"Well, if you, Mr. Xu, want to form another team, then count me in as a member."

"You?" Mr. Xu became a little suspicious when he heard it.

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you say you would never touch Chinese professional football?"

Yang Huan was stunned, as if he had actually said such words.

"But that depends on who I play with. I'm not interested in playing with others, but playing with you, Old Xu, is definitely different!"

When Mr. Xu heard this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

When Long Wu, who was following behind the two of them, heard this, he almost laughed out loud.

Look at this, Master Huan is so good at flattering people, he really doesn't show off!

"Okay, if I really have this idea someday, we can work together!"

"Okay, you decide!"

The two of them were walking, talking and visiting the football school, and before they knew it, they were getting more and more excited the more they talked.

Mr. Xu was notoriously difficult to get along with, but for some reason, or maybe because he and Yang Huan both loved football, they got along really well together.

Yang Huan had heard from more than one person that Mr. Xu was notoriously conceited. He looked down on foreign coaches from the bottom of his heart and never believed that foreign coaches could bring much change to the level of Chinese football.

However, after having such an in-depth conversation with him, Yang Huan discovered that he was somewhat different from what was rumored.

For example, he does not quite believe that foreign coaches can change Chinese football, because he believes that only Chinese can change Chinese football, which is not wrong.

However, he does not deny the advanced level of European football.

By his own account, he studies European football matches every day.

In the past two years, he has specialized in studying Southampton football.

For this, he specifically asked Yang Huan to do him a favor and arrange a time for him to have a good talk with Bielsa, and Yang Huan agreed on the spot.

Afterwards, the two talked about youth training.

Mr. Xu praised Southampton's youth training level and mentioned more than once that he really hoped to visit Southampton in person.

When he heard Yang Huan say that he wanted to transplant a Saints youth training academy in Longhai and would also cooperate with the most famous school in Longhai, he immediately agreed and said that he would definitely go to visit and learn.

As they were talking, a group of people came to the training ground.

Currently, only young players below U15 are receiving training in this football school.

At this time, on the football field, coaches were training with the young players.

"Master Huan, actually, I invited you here this time for another very important purpose."

Yang Huan was a little surprised to see Mr. Xu's serious look, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Xu, please speak."

“I want you to watch a player.”

See the players?

Yang Huan was a little stunned.

I'm not a scout, and you want me to look at the players?

Maybe my taste is even worse than yours, Mr. Xu. Do you want me to see it?

But soon, Yang Huan suddenly thought of it.

Could it be that...