The coaching qualification training registered by Zhang Yang is responsible for the Football Association of the Fulham Region of London (administratively divided into Hammer Smith Municipality) and is located in the teaching building of the London Sports University majoring in sports management.

At 8:30 in the morning, Zhang Yang found this place.

The exterior of this teaching building is very distinctive. The four-pointed stars below and the hexagonal stars above can be regarded as a landscape from a distance.

It’s just Christmas, and the students are still on holiday. The front of the teaching building is deserted, but there are many courses offered to the outside world, and some people are still coming in and out, making the surrounding environment more popular.

Zhang Yang went up the second floor and found the designated classroom. He pushed the door open and glanced at it. There were already more than a dozen people inside.

It’s only eight forty, and the teaching courses start at nine o’clock.

According to Zhang Yang's concept of time, he came early, twenty minutes in advance, and usually only arrived within five minutes when he went to work. After serving as Millwall's head coach, unless he had a job to deal with, it would be almost until nine o'clock and the first team started training before he would come to the club.

Others certainly don't think so.

When Zhang Yang found a seat to sit down, a young man with curly hair said, "Man, why are you here so late? The course is about to begin."

"Is there a dozen minutes left?"

"It's only been more than ten minutes!" The curly-haired young man praised his tone, "Aren't you afraid of being late? This is the first class in coaching training, so you must leave a good impression on the instructor! If you are late, the instructor will think, 'Sorry, no matter what, this guy will definitely fail'."

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

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is McNamara. You can call me Jonah." The curly-haired young man introduced himself and asked enthusiastically, "What about you? What about your name? Looks like you are from East Asian, Japanese, Korean, or Chinese?"

"Chinese, you can call me Zhang."

"Zhang? Strange pronunciation, okay, why do you think of doing coaching training?" McNamara was a little unusually excited, "I really couldn't help it. Yes, I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to learn how to be a coach. I have loved football since I was a child, but I haven't played it. You know, most people are like this. Well, I just finished the bachelor's course and I can make money by myself! The important thing is that I've grown up long ago! My family can't stop me from doing anything!"

"Poor child."

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

"Thanks!"

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

Bates walked over and sat on the other side.

McNamara introduced, "This is my uncle Bates." He also complained, "Why did you come so late!"

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

McNamara ignored Bates and continued to nag Zhang Yang, "Bates didn't know what he thought, and said he wanted to learn coaching courses with me. Although my dear little brother likes football, he doesn't have to study by himself. In the future, I become a coach and I will guide him!"

Zhang Yang admired Bates's approach very much. He took the initiative to extend his hand, "Hello, can you call me Zhang, did you come for the sake of the child?"

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

"You're a great father."

"Thanks."

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

A bald man in his thirties walked in. He carried a stack of books with both hands. He looked a little unstable, as if he was falling down at any time. He was a little staggering when he walked in. He shouted, "Help me!"

A few people in the front row rushed over and put down the book.

The bald man was wearing a sportswear and his face was very kind. After breathing a few breaths, he looked around the classroom, looked at Zhang Yang several times before slapping the books on the table and saying, "This is your teaching book. I will distribute it to everyone in a while."

"Let me introduce myself, Mario Lusaldi, my name is very interesting. Whenever others hear my name, they always think of a protagonist in a game produced in the 1990s." Lusaldi touched her hair and said to herself, "Although I am bald, I can't help but be rich."

Many people laughed out loud.

Lusaldi continued, "I am 31 years old this year. I used to be a football player in Queens Park Rangers. I retired at the age of 23. Because of injuries, it was not a wonderful memory. After that, I began to get various certificates. Until I came here three years ago, I was responsible for the training of the first-level coaching qualification certificate. I have trained 58 batches of students."

"I'm not trying to show off my qualifications, that's no big deal. I mainly want to say that I have never felt that there was such a lot of pressure in my work in the past. Yes, it's very stressful to teach you classes because there's a special person among you."

Lusardi's expression was a bit exaggerated.

Everyone looked around and was a little confused.

Lusaldi gave the answer, "Zhang Yang! I saw this name at the beginning and didn't think it was a big deal. There were always Chinese students here to attend classes, but after checking the information, I confirmed. Among my students, there was actually one of them the head coach of Mirwall Club..."

The classroom was sensational.

At first, they were a little confused, so they immediately looked at Zhang Yang.

McNamara and Bates also looked over, and both of them grew up in surprise. McNamara exclaimed, "I just said your name, why do you hear it so familiar? It turns out that you are the very famous Chinese coach! Millwall's head coach! God!"

“I studied coaching courses in the same group as head coach Millwall!”

Zhang Yang was immediately embarrassed.

At this kind of coaching course, being stared at by a group of classmates like they were watching aliens, it didn’t feel good.

Lusaldi did not make people embarrassed. He only talked about Zhang Yang and said, "I think that in the coaching course, a head coach classmate of a professional club deserves everyone's applause."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Yang let out a light sigh, stood up and waved around, saying hello to everyone.

The coaching course begins after that.

Lusardi distributes the textbooks to everyone, and the previous time is to make everyone familiar with the textbooks.

Zhang Yang opened the textbook and found that it was very well-made. It was like several exquisite magazines stacked together, with illustrations on each page and a lot of text introductions. He turned over the textbook and found that the price was 46 pounds.

“It makes sense that coaching courses are expensive.”

Zhang Yang was a little clear.

When the time is almost over, Lusardi began to explain, "The theoretical content you want to learn is basically in the textbook. I am responsible for explaining the content to help deepen your memory. There will be eight practical training courses in the future, which will be divided into two days. You can freely choose which day to come to class."

Lusardi explained all the courses and began to explain the contents of the textbook.

Zhang Yang listened carefully.

Lusardi's explanation of the content of the textbook was not boring. In fact, if he listened to his class in comparison with the textbook, he would have no clue at all. He started with his football experience in his youth, explaining the cultivation of youth football from real examples and psychological feelings.

Lusaldi's courses are very vivid and make people forget the existence of textbooks.

A morning passed.

Lusardi used a "small story to encourage children" as the end of the morning class, and everyone applauded afterwards.

———

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

The two went to the faculty cafeteria at the university.

It was a small canteen in the Sports University. It was located in a corner of the university, next to the faculty and staff dormitories, which were open to students on weekdays, but since most faculty and staff come here to dine, the students also consciously would not come here.

Christmas has just passed and the students are on holiday.

There are only a few employees in the cafeteria to work, there are very few catering categories, and there are also very few customers. There are not many people in the entire hall.

Lusardi and Zhang Yang found a seat against the wall.

The two of them started chatting while using lunch, and of course the topic was inseparable from football.

Just like many people, Lusaldi is interested in Zhang Yang being the head coach of Mirwall. "That's the head coach of a professional club! Mirwall is still in the Champions League. Even if there are twenty years, I dare not imagine being the head coach of a second-tier team."

"Maybe your goal should be to take up the FA." Zhang Yang said, "Your course is very vivid. I listened to it for a whole morning without saying a word."

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

"If I can, I will."

"But speaking of this, I really don't know why you chose to study coaching courses."

Zhang Yang was a little confused.

Lusardi said, "If you want to learn something useful through these courses, it is certainly impossible. Unless you reach the professional coaching course stage, most of them are about youth football, and the content has little to do with professional football."

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

Lusaldi shrugged, "If you just want to get a certificate, you can find a club. There is no need for formal training at all. You can get a regular certificate directly."

"Can this still happen?"

"Of course, you are Millwall's head coach. There are exceptions to everything. Just like an old professor in the Academy of Sciences, will he need to go to college again because he doesn't have a college diploma?"
Chapter completed!