Super Prophecy Master

Chapter 82 Lusardi
The coach qualification training that Zhang Yang signed up for is in the charge of the Football Association of the Fulham area of ​​London (administratively divided into Hammersmith Borough), and the location is the teaching building of the Sports Management major of the London Sport University.

At 08:30 in the morning, Zhang Yang found this place.

The appearance of this teaching building is very characteristic. The building with four-pointed star on the bottom and six-pointed star on the top can be regarded as a landscape from a distance.

It was just after Christmas, and the students were still on vacation. The front of the teaching building was deserted, but there were many courses open to the outside world, and there were still some people coming in and out, which made the surrounding environment more popular.

Zhang Yang went up to the second floor to find the designated classroom, pushed the door in and took a look, there were already more than a dozen people inside.

The time is only [-]:[-], and the teaching course starts at [-]:[-].

According to Zhang Yang's concept of time, he came relatively early, 10 to 5 minutes earlier, and usually arrived at work within [-] minutes. After serving as the head coach of Millwall, unless there is work to be done, he is basically fast. He doesn't arrive at the club until nine o'clock, when the first-team training begins.

Others certainly don't think so.

When Zhang Yang found a place to sit down, a young man with curly hair said, "Dude, why are you here so late, the class is about to start."

"There are still ten minutes?"

"It's only ten minutes!" The curly-haired youth said in a rather flattering tone, "Aren't you afraid of being late? This is the first class of coach training, so you must make a good impression on the lecturer! If you are late, the lecturer will think 'sorry' , no matter what, this guy must fail'."

"Dude, you're a little too excited." Zhang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is McNamara. You can call me Jonah." The curly-haired young man introduced himself, and then asked enthusiastically, "What about you? What's your name? You seem to be East Asians, Japanese, Korean? Or Chinese?"

"Chinese, you can call me Zhang."

"Zhang? Weird pronunciation, well, how did you come up with coach training?" McNamara was a little excited, "I can't help it, yes, I'm looking forward to it, I'm going to learn how to I've been a coach. I've loved football since I was a kid, but I haven't played it, you know, most people do, well, I've just finished my bachelors, and I'm already earning my own money! The important thing is, I I've grown up long ago! My family can't stop me from doing anything!"

"poor child."

Zhang Yang said something silently in his heart, but still encouraged him, "I believe your choice is right!"

"Thank you!"

After waiting for a few minutes, an obese middle-aged man walked into the classroom, and McNamara immediately waved, "Bates, here!"

Bates came over and sat on the other side.

McNamara introduced, "This is my Uncle Bates." He also complained, "Why are you here so late!"

Bates rolled his eyes, "I have a job, I have to deal with it first."

McNamara ignored Bates, and continued to chatter with Zhang Yang, "Bates didn't know what he was thinking, and said he would study coaching courses with me. Although my dear little brother likes football, he doesn't need to do it himself. Come and learn, and I will become a coach in the future, so I will guide him!"

Zhang Yang admired Bates's approach very much. He offered to extend his hand, "Hi, you can call me Zhang. Are you here for the child?"

"Yes, my son likes football, I think we should learn how to guide children to play football." Bates said.

"You are a wonderful father."

"Thank you."

The three of them were chatting when the door was pushed open.

A 30-year-old bald man walked in. He was carrying a stack of books with both hands. He looked a little unsteady, as if he was about to fall down at any time. He was a little staggering when he walked, and he shouted when he entered the door, "Help me! "

A few people in the front row hurried over and put down the books.

The bald man was wearing a sportswear with a very kind expression on his face. After taking a few breaths, he looked around the classroom, looked at Zhang Yang several times in a row, and then patted the books on the table and said, "This is your book. Teaching books, which I will distribute to everyone in a moment."

"Let me introduce myself, Mario Lusardi. My name is very interesting. Whenever people hear my name, they always think of the protagonist of a game produced in Japan in the 90s." Lusardi Touching his hair, he laughed at himself, "Although I'm bald, I don't know how to push mushrooms."

Many people laughed.

Lusardi continued, "I am 31 years old. I used to be a football player for Queens Park Rangers. I retired at the age of 23 because of injuries. It was not a good memory. After that, I started to take various certificates. When I came to work here three years ago, I was responsible for the training of the first-level coach qualification certificate, and I have trained 58 batches of students so far."

"I'm not trying to show off my credentials, that's not a big deal, I'm just trying to say that I've never felt this much pressure at work before. Yes, it's stressful to teach you because there's someone special among you."

Lusardi's expression was exaggerated.

Everyone looked left and right, all a little confused.

Lusardi said the answer, "Zhang Yang! I just saw this name, and I didn't think it was a big deal. There are always Chinese students coming to the class here, but after checking the information, I confirmed it. Among my students , there is actually one who is the head coach of the Millwall club..."

The classroom suddenly became a sensation.

It was a little unclear at first, so they all looked at Zhang Yang immediately.

McNamara and Bates also looked over, both of them opened their mouths in surprise, and McNamara exclaimed, "I just said your name, it sounds so familiar, so you are the very Famous Chinese coach! Millwall's head coach! God!"

"I'm in the same batch of coaching courses as the Millwall manager!"

Zhang Yang was suddenly embarrassed.

In this kind of place where you study coaching courses, it doesn't feel good to be stared at by a group of classmates as if you were looking at aliens.

Lusardi did not embarrass anyone, he only talked about Zhang Yang, and said, "I think in the coaching course, a professional club head coach classmate deserves everyone's applause."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and waved around, as a greeting to everyone.

Then the coaching sessions started.

Lusardi distributed the textbook to everyone, and the time ahead was to familiarize everyone with the textbook.

Zhang Yang opened the textbook and found that it was very well made. It was like several exquisite magazines stacked together. There were illustrations on each page and a lot of content in the text. He turned the textbook over and looked at the price. It was £46.

"It makes sense that coaching courses are expensive."

Zhang Yang understood a little bit.

When the time was almost up, Lusardi began to explain, "The theoretical content you want to learn is basically in the textbook. I will be responsible for explaining the content and helping you deepen your memory. There will be eight practical training courses after that. , divided into two days, you are free to choose which day to come to class."

After Lussardi explained all the lessons, he began to explain what was in the textbook.

Zhang Yang listened carefully.

Lussardi’s explanation of the contents of the textbook is not very boring to read. In fact, if you listen to his class against the textbook, you will have no clue at all. He starts with his football experience in his youth, from Real examples and inner feelings to explain the cultivation of youth football.

Lusardi's lessons are so vivid that you forget that there are textbooks.

A morning has passed.

Lusardi concluded the morning class with a "short story to encourage children", after which everyone applauded.

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After the morning class, Lusardi invited Zhang Yang to have lunch.

The two went to the faculty canteen in the university.

It is a small cafeteria in the University of Physical Education, located in a corner of the university, next to the staff dormitory, which is also open to students on weekdays, but since most of the staff come here to eat, the students also feel that they will not come here.

Christmas has just passed and the students are on vacation.

There are only a few employees working in the cafeteria, there are very few food and beverage categories, and the number of customers is also very small. There are not many people in the entire hall.

Lusardi and Zhang Yang found a seat against the wall.

The two chatted while having lunch, and of course the topic couldn't be separated from football.

Like many people, Lussardi is interested in Zhang Yang being the head coach of Millwall, "That's the head coach of a professional club! Millwall is still in the Champions League. Even in another 20 years, I can't imagine it. To be the head coach of a second-tier league team."

"Perhaps your goal should be to work for the Football Association." Zhang Yang said, "Your lectures are very vivid. I listened to them all morning and didn't miss a single word."

"Thank you!" Lusardi nodded, "I hope you can give me some suggestions on the content of the course after listening to today's class. I can correct any boring or deficient places."

"If I could, I would."

"But speaking of it, I really don't know why you still choose to study the coaching course."

Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.

Lusardi said, "If you want to learn something useful through these courses, it is definitely impossible. Unless you reach the stage of professional coaching courses, most of them are about youth football, and the content has nothing to do with professional football. Big."

"Isn't it necessary to get a coaching certificate?"

Lusardi shrugged, "If you just want to get a certificate, you can find a club. You don't need formal training at all. You can get an ordinary certificate directly."

"Can it still be like this?"

"Of course, you are the head coach of Millwall. There are exceptions to everything, like an old science professor who needs to go back to university because he doesn't have a university diploma?"

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(End of this chapter)