570 Back to London(1/2)
() "Brother, how many times have I told you. You can't wade into the muddy waters of the Football Association. Do you understand Chinese football? Do you understand the development of the Football Association in recent years? You don't understand anything. You are different now than you were ten years ago.
It’s a completely different situation again.”
After getting Su Yun's answer, Xie Yalong quickly completed the confirmation in the form of a document. Su Yun did not take it as a big deal, and the consultant only consulted.
But something happened that stunned Su Yun. A small consultant, Xie Yalong, who no one cared about, actually launched a massive publicity. Even Su Yun was caught off guard. The entire Chinese football world knew that Su Yun had become a member of the Football Association.
consultant.
Even many media are seriously analyzing the changes in Chinese football after Su Yun came to the Football Association.
Some media even said that the Football Association appointed Su Yun as a consultant to limit the power of head coach Zhu Guanghu because the Football Association did not believe in Zhu Guanghu's ability. Some media even said that once Zhu Guanghu's performance is not good, Su Yun will replace Zhu Guanghu in the national team anytime and anywhere.
Head coach.
This made Su Yun really at a loss.
This is all nothing.
He is just a consultant, what does he have to do with the national team and Zhu Guanghu?
**It was only after seeing the news that I learned that Su Yun had become a consultant to the Football Association.
So he complained very much to Su Yun.
He came to Su Yun to criticize Su Yun.
"I didn't know there would be such a big momentum."
Su Yun couldn't laugh or cry when he read the newspaper.
"Brother, your status is different now. You are the head coach of the Triple Crown, and you are the most outstanding coach in Chinese football. Even your status in the Chinese sports world now far exceeds that of Yao Ming and Liu Xiang. Your every move is under everyone's control.
Under the spotlight, even if you fart now, the reporters will write whether it smells good or smells bad."
**I really have nothing to say about Su Yun.
If it were someone else, I really want to ask, where did you spend your forty years?
But the person in front of me is Su Yun.
He has no choice.
"Brother, do you really think the Football Association cares about your suggestions? They see the problems and current situation of Chinese football much more clearly than anyone else. They also know the solutions better than you. But the reason why they can't be solved is because of the current situation in China.
Football is simply a mess. Unless it is solved from top to bottom, from the bottom up, the Football Association will not be able to solve it at all."
"Now the media and fans act as experts every day, blaming the Football Association for how bad it is, and how their decisions are unprofessional. It seems to be very simple, as long as one or two Chinese football can succeed. In fact? In fact, the Football Association
Help people see things clearly than anyone else. They are smarter than anyone else."
**Speak out your thoughts.
"They pulled you into the trap, and they didn't even expect you to give them any advice. They just wanted your brand to shock Chinese football, which has now fallen into a downturn, and to relieve some of the pressure on the Football Association."
Su Yun nodded.
We should really draw a clear line with them in the future.
These people are the masters of eating people without spitting out their bones.
"By the way, brother. There is one more thing. There is an invitation letter from Peking University. I hope you can come over to give lectures and meet the classmates."
"Beijing University?"
Su Yun was stunned.
**Nods.
"I go to Peking University? Give them lectures? Are you kidding? I just graduated from high school. Did you hear wrongly? How can I go to Peking University to lecture?"
Su Yun shook his head.
What ability do you have to give lectures to the students at Peking University?
"Really, brother. How can I tell a joke about this kind of thing? It's really an invitation from Peking University."
Su Yun looked at the invitation letter from Peking University and gave a wry smile. Su Yun gave up his college career and chose to join the national team instead. Although he did not regret his choice of football, not being able to go to college has always been a regret for Su Yun.
Peking University and Tsinghua University are the theaters of dreams among Chinese students.
Sometimes he also envies his college career.
After all, they all went to college, but he never entered the university. It always made Su Yun feel a little regretful.
Allow yourself to give lectures at Peking University?
Su Yun shook his head.
"I'm not going. I declined."
"Why?"
**Opened his eyes. "Brother, what a great opportunity this is. If you accept the invitation from Peking University this time and communicate well with Peking University, you might be able to get a professor in Peking University. Even if you can't get a professor."
Maybe Peking University will also open a back door for you, allowing you to become..."
Su Yun shook his hand.
"Forget it, forget it. I won't be shameless and ask for this kind of academic qualification. What qualifications do I have to teach students at Peking University." Su Yun has also wanted to continue studying in the past few years and get some diplomas. But this kind of backdoor diploma
Su Yun wouldn't want it.
"**, get ready. Let's go back to London."
He has been in China for more than a month, almost forty days. Ever since the Football Association began to report in newspapers that Su Yun accepted the Football Association's consultant, Su Yun's peaceful life was broken.
Not only did reporters start looking for Su Yun, but now even Peking University has come up with something like this.
Su Yun didn't know if he could continue to stay in the country. He didn't know how many people would come to find him. Su Yun was really impatient about dealing with these things, but he couldn't lose face.
Anyway, the new season is about to start.
It's time for Su Yun to return to the club. Last season was too brilliant. Su Yun needs to go back early to prepare for next season's journey.
"knew."
Regarding these things about football, everyone will listen to Su Yun.
"Dad, I have to leave."
Father Su nodded.
"You have to remember that you represent us Chinese wherever you go."
"I understand, Dad."
Regarding these words of his father, Su Yun never felt nagging. After going abroad, Su Yun understood his father's words better. Moreover, Su Yun is now closely related to the motherland.
Although Su Yun is a very successful coach in Europe, how can he become a head coach with an annual income of 20 million pounds.
It's because Su Yun has China behind him.
China is a large market with rapid economic development.
Su Yun was a little worried when he left home.
Father's health is getting worse and worse. This really worries Su Yun.
"Brother, I leave the family to you. I'm so unfilial. I..."
"Xiaosi, what are you talking about?"
Su Jian patted Su Yun on the shoulder. "Don't worry about the family. I am at home, and you have your second brother and sister."
Su Yun sighed.
…………
London.
South West London.
Although almost fifty days have passed since the Triple Crown was won, Chelsea fans still cannot forget that Triple Crown. The atmosphere among the fans here is still very high.
They are now thinking about what results Chelsea can achieve next season.
When Su Yun came to Chelsea, it was already July 17th.
It's time for the players to assemble.
Su Yun arrived at Chelsea a few days early.
Su Yun is considering his signing targets for the new season.
"Su, I have obtained some reports as per your request. Franck Ribery performed well at Galatasaray, and you should have seen his performance as well."
"kindness."
Of course Su Yun has seen Ribery's performance.
He scored five goals and five assists in half a season at Galatasaray. As a left winger, his results are quite outstanding.
Su Yun thought that Ribery needed to train for two to three years.
To be continued...