Chapter 270: A Move Ahead (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Wusheng, what do you think?"

The accompanying head coach of the club said quite confidently, "Although the team's results are only in the middle to lower tier, the players' form is still quite good!"

"Very mediocre!"

Wu Feng was blunt and suggested, "How about we have a training match?"

This sounded like he was asking for the head coach's opinion, but the tone was beyond questioning.

The football club he bought could naturally not be a powerhouse in the Hong Kong football league.

Not only was the price high and the trouble endless, it was better to buy a team with strength in the middle to lower tier. On one hand, it wouldn't attract attention, and on the other, it would be convenient for his modifications and experiments.

Besides, the powerhouses of the Hong Kong football league were just bullies in their own backyard anyway.

"Alright then!"

The head coach's face looked a bit unpleasant, but he dared not act up in front of Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was not just the club owner; he also possessed a powerful triad background.

Hong Kong football teams had quite close ties with triads.

The team's head coach could often be found drinking and hanging out with low-level triad bosses.

If it were a small boss with an average background, he really wouldn't be that afraid.

But in front of Wu Feng, he didn't dare to be the least bit disrespectful.

Wu Feng's reputation in the Hong Kong underworld wasn't huge, but everyone who knew of his existence dared not look down on him.

"What are you all standing there for?"

"The Boss wants to see you play a training match; hurry up and split into teams to get ready!"

"Move your asses, did you not eat today?"

Wu Feng stood on the sidelines of the training field, watching the head coach bark orders at the training players as if he were scolding his own grandsons, his heart full of questions.

Damn it, the way this guy spoke and acted, it wouldn't feel out of place if he were a low-level triad boss.

And who knows if this guy even has a proper coaching certificate?

With such a disastrous performance, it would be a miracle if he could lead the team well.

There were only about twenty players on the training field, yet under the head coach's shouting, it was chaotic for a good while, taking nearly five or six minutes before the first and second teams were finally split.

Not only that, the positioning of these players was all wrong!

Anyway, from Wu Feng's perspective, he couldn't tell at all how the midfield of either side was set up.

Two forwards, four defenders, one goalkeeper, and the players in the middle were arranged in an obtuse triangle, with one midfielder following not far behind the forwards.

The other three midfielders were lined up in a row; they didn't look like attacking midfielders, nor did they look like defensive midfielders, and it was unclear what their specific duties were.

When the head coach blew the whistle and the training match officially began, Wu Feng was even more dumbfounded.

These players had all the bad habits of the national football team from his past life, and they were even rougher.

Stopping the ball usually meant it bounced three meters away, and their dribbling was full of errors.

Even a layman like Wu Feng could see that the players on the field had terrible positional sense; at every turn, several people would chase the football aimlessly, and their passing, receiving, and dribbling breakthroughs were incredibly crude.

If this were an amateur team, there would be nothing to say; they would only have that level of skill to begin with.

But damn it, the ones playing this training match in front of him were supposed to be a professional team.

This is their level?

The offense had no structure or patterns, the defense was soft and powerless, and their shooting accuracy was so bad it left one speechless.

What left Wu Feng most speechless was that after less than ten minutes of active running, they were all panting and drenched in sweat, and their various technical movements were severely distorted.

Damn it, even the third-tier teams in the Mainland from his past life were more professional and looked more like professional players than them.

A thirty-minute training match ended, and the score became two to zero.

The gap between the starters and the substitutes was still quite large!

But in Wu Feng's view, both sides played terribly.

"Wusheng, what do you think?"

The head coach was clearly quite satisfied with this training match and trotted over to Wu Feng, looking smug.

"From now until the New Year, there is still about a month left!"

Wu Feng had no intention of critiquing and said directly, "You continue to lead the starters; I will personally train the substitutes for a while. Any problems?"

After speaking, he looked at the head coach with an extremely sharp gaze!

"No problem, no problem, you're the boss, you call the shots!"

The head coach's face flushed red; he naturally understood that Wu Feng was very dissatisfied with the performance in the training match.

Otherwise, he would have shown more respect to him as the head coach.

Even if Wu Feng was the boss, the move to personally train the substitute team was quite a slap in the face.

But as the saying goes, Wu Feng's status and position were set there; the head coach didn't dare to let out a single fart.

Of course, he was definitely bad-mouthing him in his heart, and at the same time, he wanted to see Wu Feng make a fool of himself.

The position of a football head coach still required a certain level of technical expertise.

Wu Feng didn't care about that!

Anyway, in his view, the level of the football club team he bought was already quite rotten.

As long as the starting players maintained their original form, the league results wouldn't be affected much.

His mood at this moment was actually quite good!

In his past life, he had only played football video games on the computer, or at most, played casual matches with a group of friends; where would he have had the chance to come into contact with a so-called professional team?

It just so happened that he had read quite a few quality football novels, and there were many coach-themed ones among them.

Some of the content, he could still remember clearly even now!

At the same time, as a fake football fan, he knew a thing or two about the development direction of football tactics in later generations; at the very least, he knew how to improve the current team's strength.

As for whether the results would actually be reliable, only by testing it would he know!

Over the next month or so, Wu Feng spent most of his time during the day at the team.

Just on the first day of drilling the substitute players, everyone in the club, from top to bottom, was obedient and submissive, not daring to let out a single sound of dissatisfaction.

There was no other reason; when Wu Feng came over, he was followed by a dozen elite fighters.

Just looking at their bulging muscles and the colorful tattoos on their arms, backs, and chests, one knew they were not to be trifled with.

What surprised the football club staff most was that these fighters followed Wu Feng and, right in front of them on the training ground, began high-intensity physical training.

It was truly high-intensity training; from 6:30 in the morning until 7:30, they spent an hour non-stop running, practicing combat routines, and sparring, and with everyone drenched in sweat, even a fool could see they weren't acting.

Especially the Boss, Wu Feng, whose training intensity was shockingly high!

He ran twenty laps just for starters, and then fifty-jin sandbags were sent flying backward repeatedly by his heavy punches and kicks, which was heart-stopping to watch.

Seeing the Boss so fierce, those substitute players who were about to be drilled by him, how could they dare to cause trouble?

They would likely be easily dealt with by the bodyguards around the Boss in an instant!

And so, they began their life of hellish special training!

It was truly special training; Wu Feng drilled them according to parts of the content he had read in high-quality football coaching articles, while also basing it on the players' actual situations.

First was physical fitness!

Although the Universe Nation often did some incredible and bizarre things, and it was the same in football, they had managed to force their own team into the World Cup semi-finals.

But it had to be said, the Universe Nation football team also had some strengths; they were particularly good at running.

Relying on this advantage, they really achieved results during a certain period!

Then, on the training ground, with ninety minutes as the limit, they continuously performed passing and receiving drills as well as short-distance running support training.

In short, every method he could think of was brought out.

Wu Feng trained alongside these guys, so no one had anything to say.

What was most depressing for everyone was that Wu Feng actually performed the best during training, and even in passing and receiving technique drills and training matches, he ranked near the top.

Damn it, what else was there to say?

Just as Wu Feng was wantonly sweating and putting a bunch of substitute players through their paces on his own football club's training ground, the outside world was not peaceful.

The ascension of the new Dragon Head of Hung Hing, as well as the replacement of the Hall Masters of the two major halls in Sai Kung and Mong Kok, did not cause much of a stir in the underworld.

This left the other societies and certain forces that had been watching from the shadows feeling very disappointed.

Crack!

An exquisite and beautiful goblet was smashed hard against the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Who can tell me what exactly happened?"

"We only received accurate news not long ago!"

The assistant said with trepidation: "Not long ago, Jiang Tiansheng of Hung Hing was threatened by Luotuo of Tung Sing, Deng Bo of Wo Shing, a certain faction of the 14K, and the United Blue Whale, and he took a step back voluntarily!"

"It is estimated that he gave them the qualification to enter the Gambling Ship, so personnel from Tung Sing, Wo Shing, 14K, Shui Fong, and United have all moved into those three Gambling Ships!"

"No one expected that their joining would make the local snakes of Siam, Malaysia, and the Philippines, who originally had ulterior motives, afraid to act rashly and refuse our conditions!"

"Good, good, good, Jiang Tiansheng is truly capable!"

"He had already made preventive measures, not giving us any chance to fish in troubled waters!"

The assistant remained silent, feeling quite impressed in their heart; Jiang Tiansheng had excellent methods.

After direct conflict with Hung Hing and using certain hidden forces to play hardball failed, he immediately changed his strategy.

They knew all too well what kind of people the local snakes in Southeast Asian countries were.

As long as the price was right, they could easily win over the local snakes that Jiang Tiansheng had allied with, directly pulling the rug out from under them and causing the control of the three Gambling Ships to change hands.

In fact, those three Gambling Ships could allow him to easily break into the gambling industry in the Southeast Asian region.

(End of chapter)