Chapter Sixteen: Danielsen
Under the astonished gaze of the security guards, Chen Haonan got into Ribero's car.
It's like this, I finally found a temporary place to settle down.
Because it was mentioned in the contract before, temporarily living in Ribero's house...
Ribeiro would not show his true intentions on Chan Ho-nam's first day in prison.
That night Chen Haonan slept very soundly.
The second day is an anxious start.
Tyler is gone, what should he do?
He woke up very early and didn't oversleep at all.
In Ribeiro's magnificent and luxurious home, he didn't even have the mood to take a look around.
His worries were only half right.
It's actually not as bad as he imagined.
Someone brought him to the club for a simple report early in the morning, and then he appeared at the training base.
It was at this moment that he astonishingly discovered that many people's gazes towards him were quite different.
That kind of inexpressible sarcasm, Chen Haonan's feeling is just like that.
He's not an idiot, he's used to that kind of condescending look, so he remains very calm.
Taylor left, who is the coach of the third-line team? Chen Haonan directly ignored such a contemptuous gaze and searched on the training ground.
His identity is special, assistant coach and player.
To be blunt, Taylor at the time regarded him more as an assistant coach than a player. Think about it, who would put a 16-year-old in the youth team? Unless his talent was only at the level of the youth team, otherwise, at this age, he should have been in the second team or the youth team at least!
Chan Ho Nam, such a big man standing on the training ground, naturally attracted a lot of attention.
Good news never goes beyond the gate, bad news travels for a thousand miles.
In just a short while, he heard some unseemly words by his ear.
"This guy is the chairman's nephew, I heard he just reported yesterday..."
"Unwritten rules, internally recruited, must be the child of one of the chairman's poor relatives, just to make a living..."
"With this guy's underdeveloped limbs and simple mind, is he actually going to compete with us for a spot in the military youth team? Nonsense..."
Many young players have already begun to discuss it enthusiastically.
In fact, they are only about two years younger than Chen Haonan, but in their eyes, it's not hostility, but contempt.
"I heard it was Coach Taylor who personally recruited him, but I think he must have come in through the back door... apparently this guy is just an assistant coach..."
Although there are many rumors, it is generally believed that Chen Haonan came in through the back door and hugged a big leg.
Chan Ho Nam pretended he didn't hear it, anyway there was no one here he knew, so losing face wasn't a big deal.
"Chen Haonan! Come here!"
Just as he was lost in thought, someone called his name.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a Santos training suit calling him in the field.
He looked and looked, but he always felt that this person was very familiar, but couldn't think of who it was.
Thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with a shoe-shaped face and typical Brazilian skin tone, slightly chubby.
That's... He racked his brains to recall the other person's name, but just couldn't remember it, so he simply ran over, thinking that at this age, he must be the new head coach of the team!
He naturally found it easy to observe people's words and expressions.
"Hello coach!" He humbly took the initiative to greet the other party.
Neither arrogant nor impertinent, with an attitude of humility. This kid is not bad. The middle-aged man who was pointed out by Chen Haonan as the coach nodded in satisfaction.
Everyone's topic of discussion earlier, he naturally also heard about it, and Chen Haonan thought that the child who came in through the back door was actually a child who had no manners and was very rude, but now he still left a good impression on him.
Of course, Chen Haonan's detailed information, he still looked at it.
He was also a good seedling once? The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy, as if he had found a shadow of himself.
"Chen Haonan, I am your head coach and colleague..." The middle-aged man said half a sentence before feeling that his words were a bit awkward. Head coach, and also colleague? Alas... After pausing for a moment, he continued to say: "Denilson de Oliveira."
Oh! So it's really Coach Chen! Chen Haonan let out a subconscious "oh" after hearing the introduction.
It hadn't even been half a second, but it suddenly went "click".
Denerison? Ah... Wow, I said his mom's so familiar, isn't that the former bicycle boy Denerison?
Chen Haonan's eyes lit up, and his heart was filled with ups and downs.
How did such a big-name soccer star end up as the coach of Santos' third-line youth team? He lowered his head and thought deeply, but couldn't come up with an explanation either.
Just then, Dennyson spoke up again.
"Hao Nan, the team's training time is at 7 o'clock. From now on, you must arrive at the stadium before 7 o'clock. Since it's your first report today, I won't give you any punishment!"
"Uh-huh, got it, won't happen again." Chen Haonan was quite obedient and immediately guaranteed.
He naturally didn't guess wrong. This Denerlsen is that world-renowned Denerlsen from back then.
Some people say that this person is an absolute nonconformist. His individuality, his stubborn and unique understanding of football which is out of place, the ups and downs of his football career, make one ponder deeply.
He once wore the No. 10 jersey of the Brazilian national team and was a genius who created a transfer fee of over $30 million!
He used to be so dazzling, charming and boundless. However, in just two or three springs, he has already faded out of the spotlight of the football world and is no longer a top-notch superstar.
This person, as if only a fleeting shadow, has slowly been forgotten by people! Anyone who has seen him kick the ball will not deny that Denilson is indeed a genius, an unparalleled genius. He seems to have an innate understanding with football. His ball control technique is extremely harmonious and skillful.
His ball control on the field is like a dance, with beautiful posture, fake movements that are unpredictable and changeable. It's as if he's secretly following the rhythm of a mysterious and strange music that has long existed in the heavens, performing a shocking and unconventional dance. But Denilson's sorrow lies in the fact that he is only a weak dancer, not an iron-blooded fighter.
At this time, Chen Haonan followed behind Denilson, gazing at his somewhat desolate figure, and his heart was also rippling with waves...
"You're still young, you still have opportunities, don't give up."
"Huh? Are you talking to me?" Chen Haonan recalled his thoughts, looked around and found that Denerison was alone, so he quickly responded.
"Uh, I'll work hard and won't let you down."
Brother Sen seems to know himself quite well, it looks like starting from here won't be too bad, as long as there aren't any big problems, he should be able to get by. Brother Hao Nan, when are you coming over? I can't wait for your arrival...
The beautiful sunshine of Santos in the morning bathes every child who is full of dreams, including Chen Haonan.
Dennilson didn't know why he had spoken out of concern earlier, but in his heart, he found that the child behind him seemed to have a more miserable fate than himself. At least he had retired as a famous football star, but this child might not even have the qualifications to play football...
Actually, what he just said is half comforting. Being able to work with him is barely tolerable, and yet still dreaming of playing football? Playing football in Brazil? Is Old Taylor not senile? Unless his illness has really been cured, otherwise it's just a pipe dream! I really don't know what kind of idea Taylor has come up with, but he ended up having an even more miserable experience here. This kid is so young, how will he go on...
