34 Yang Cheng’s Fans (Part 2)

When Nedved heard Jankoler's words, he couldn't help but feel a little more yearning for Kaiserslautern and curiosity for Yang Cheng. He wanted to know if that person of his age really had the magic of infecting people?

"Since you support Yang Cheng so much, why did you choose to leave after the season?" Nedved asked.

Jankoler laughed, "It's very simple and realistic. I'm a professional player and playing football is my profession. The Belgian team pays higher salaries than Chemnitz and the conditions are better than Chemnitz. The latter can no longer satisfy me, so I'm leaving!"

"I still remember the day before leaving, I went to visit the boss, and he also supported me. Sometimes he was very realistic, so he was willing to risk the big trouble of East German football to pay the team. Everyone opposed it, including the club chairman, but he paid out of his own pocket, saying that players played football for money, so he should give some rewards."

Nedved also knew some of the situation in East Germany, so he knew how many people would reject this reward system in East Germany. However, this should have been a small shortcoming of Yang Cheng, but it made people feel that he was protecting the interests of the players and was more at ease with him.

Just as the two were chatting about Yang Cheng, the staff of the Czech national team came over and said that someone came to the training base to visit Nedved.

"The other party said it was Kaiserslautern's head coach, I hope I can talk to you!"

Nedved was stunned when he heard this, and Jankoler screamed with surprise, "Here's here!"

The first meeting between Yang Cheng and Nedved was in a coffee house on the shore of Lake Garda, adjacent to the training center, where you can see the beautiful views of Lake Garda.

When he saw the other party at first, Yang Cheng’s impression was Iron Man. Then there was a kind of excitement when fans saw their idol. Nedved was definitely one of the players he admired the most, especially his professional ethics. In his opinion, he had much better skills, but there were fewer players who could play football well and have good professional ethics.

Nedved's first impression of Yang Cheng was kindness and no young man's arrogance, especially the smile he saw when he saw himself, which made Nedved's worry that Yang Cheng would be arrogant and completely disappeared.

"Boss, why are you and Tim here?" Jankoler asked with a smile.

Yang Cheng smiled, "I'll come and see Pavel, I believe you should have received a notice from the club, right?" The last question was naturally to ask Nedved.

Nedved nodded.

Yang Cheng's offer to Sparta Prague was targeted at Nedved and Rossicky, but the former's offer was agreed, but the latter received no response. Sparta Prague just said that Rossicky is the future star that the club is very optimistic about and the club does not consider selling it.

Of course, this is just a negotiating posture, but Yang Cheng lost interest in taking action after hearing this, because Rossicky is only 16 years old now. Even if he really bought it, it would not be of great help to Yang Cheng. Besides, it would cost a lot of money, which is not worth it.

"The European Cup is about to go, but I am very optimistic about the strength of the Czech Republic. This is a team that can make people shine. It will definitely shine in the European Cup, so I don't want your performance in the national team because of the transfer!"

To be honest, Yang Cheng actually hopes to deal with Nedved before the European Cup to avoid his price increase due to his outstanding performance in the European Cup, and he will have many troubles at that time.

But Nedved believed Yang Cheng after hearing this. Maybe it was because he spoke sincerely, and because Nedved had a very good impression of him.

"I came today and just wanted to assure you that my team will not be satisfied with the promotion to the top, so I hope to get a group of outstanding players like Pavel. Although you do occupy a very important position in my plan, I can't guarantee you anything today, including the main position!"

Yang Cheng still looked sincere and told the truth.

"In my team, no one can guarantee the main position. If everyone wants to get the main starting position, they have to prove it with their strength and get it in training. I can only guarantee that you can stand on the same starting line as everyone, and I will treat everyone equally!"

Nedved stared at Yang Cheng from beginning to end and listened to him. Although the two of them were of the same age, their personalities were very different. Nedvedev was more low-key and didn't talk much. Yang Cheng said more and looked more high-profile.

Of course, this is also what a head coach must at least have. Otherwise, how can a head coach who doesn’t say anything all day long instills instills his own tactical ideas into players and how can he encourage his own players?

After hearing this, Nedved thought in his heart that although Yang Cheng's guarantee had no substantial significance, it was actually of great significance. At least Nedved could guarantee that as long as he had enough strength and was willing to work hard, he could get the opportunity without worrying about anything else.

"Of course, I don't want you to make a decision now, but the competition is imminent. I hope you will take advantage of these days to think carefully!" Yang Cheng said in a tone that he was very much for Nedved to discuss everything.

Although the latter said nothing, he nodded in agreement.

The four of them talked for a while, among which Yang Cheng took the initiative to care about the current situation of Jankoler, and then asked about some of the situation of the Czech national team, and once again expressed his optimism about the Czech national team's European Cup journey.

After chatting until afternoon, the four of them had lunch together, Yang Cheng took Tim and Hank to leave.

He immediately turned back to Milan that afternoon and headed south directly.

Corillano is a small port in southern Italy near the Mediterranean Sea.

It is the hot summer, and there are groups of tourists coming from afar on the beach. This place is not as good as Sicily. Those who come here are residents near Corigliano, as well as children playing crazy on the beach.

In the distance, there are cargo ships coming to the port to load and unload goods. From time to time, you can hear one or two whistles.

People here must speak Italian, but they communicate daily in the Calabria dialect in the nearby area, a language that Yang Cheng, who is proficient in Italian, can be confused.

But the people here are very enthusiastic. Although Yang Cheng is not an Italian and speaks incompatible with the locals, the people here still entertain him very enthusiastically, especially the owner of this restaurant near the beach. In addition to the food and drink that Yang Cheng wants, he also gave him a large parasol for free.

The waitress is a thin girl about 16 or 17 years old. She has a lot of freckles on her face. She looks so cute that she looks very tender. The parasol is obviously a bit heavy for her. If she can't hold her, she can only use her back, but she is still out of breath.

Yang Cheng and Tim sat on the beach, looked at it from a distance, feeling a little unbearable, so they ran over.

"I'll do it!" Yang Cheng took the parasol in her hand and said with a smile.

The heavy parasol for the waitress was not too difficult for Yang Cheng. The waitress followed him obediently.

After arriving at the place, the waitress skillfully opened the parasol and helped Yang Cheng and the others arrange the beach tables and chairs.

"Two more sets, we have an appointment!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

The waitress raised her head and happened to see Yang Cheng's smile. She was a little dazzling under the scorching sun. She blushed, she nodded immediately, and ran back like a flying one.

"What's going on?" Yang Cheng felt puzzled.

Tim, Hank had been laughing aside for a long time, "I guess you are too charming, and the little girl can't stand it!"

Yang Cheng sat aside in a bitter mood, drinking cold drinks, waiting for the goal he would arrive at.

From a distance, I saw the waitress constantly greeting the guests on the beach, but her boss sat in the store, which seemed very bad. Thinking about the thinness of the waitress, Yang Cheng felt pitiful for her.

"Your boss is so inappropriate!" Yang Cheng said indignantly when the waitress came to place the beach chair.

The freckled girl raised her head again and looked at Yang Cheng deeply. Her face turned red again and she dared not answer.

"Are you a person here?" Yang Cheng wanted to inquire about something.

The girl was fiddling with the table and chairs and shook her head: "No, I'm from nearby Sicily!"

"Sicily? A good place! I heard that there are beautiful women!" Yang Cheng remembered a famous movie called "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily". The big beauty in it is Monica and Beluci, who are also Italians. It is said that they were born in Perugia.

But after hearing this, the girl was shocked and looked at Yang Cheng with disbelief. The latter also thought that the girl was quite strange. Why did she seem to be very interested in herself?

Is it my own fan?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt. When Yang Cheng saw the girl sweating profusely, he felt that she was very pitiful, so he reached into his pocket, found two 5,000-lirare notes and stuffed them into the girl's hand.

"For you!" Yang Cheng looked at the stunned girl with a smile.

10,000 lira is about $15, which is really nothing to Yang Cheng today. He can also find an excuse to reimburse the club. He is happy to have a favor.

The girl looked at Yang Cheng deeply, grabbed the two bills of 10,000 li, and left as if she was flying.

"Wow, no, I don't even say thank you. You are such a fan!" Tim complained with a smile.

Yang Cheng didn't care, but he also felt that it was quite satisfying to meet fans when he went out!
Chapter completed!