"Mr. Lynch!"
After a brief moment of surprise at Lynch's youth, the newly hired coach quickly came over and held Lynch's outstretched hand tightly. He shook it forcefully and passionately. "Your youth and achievements make me feel ashamed!"
This was a very eloquent coach. He did not praise Lynch directly. Instead, he used a self-deprecating and self-deprecating way to show how great it was for Lynch to achieve such brilliant achievements at such a young age.
This was a very effective and pleasing flattery. Kane glanced at the enthusiastic and cheerful head coach. He could not help but think of what the unofficial officials of the League Games had said about him — he was a tyrant coach.
But it turned out that any tyrant would bow his head as long as he had a need.
Of course, the coach's words were not just flattery. Everyone knew that running a professional club was very expensive. Even if they did not have any star players on the team and only had some ordinary people, it would still cost a lot of money.
The equipment and consumption of each player would cost a lot of money. In addition to the maintenance of the stadium and the salaries of the staff, Lynch would have to face various expenses ranging from tens of thousands of dollars every month, even if they did not have any star players.
In the eyes of the manager, Lynch might not even need to go to college at his age. To be able to make such achievements at such a young age and run a professional club, regardless of his background or his ability to start from scratch, he was indeed worthy of respect.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Moldok. You can call me Moore or Momo."
Momo was a pronunciation. In fact, he hid his other name, Tyrant.
Lynch nodded. "Manager Moore..." He glanced at the people lined up by the roadside and looked at them curiously. Then he asked, "How's the selection going?"
Moldok nodded with satisfaction. "We have selected a group of good lads. As long as they don't slack off, they will soon begin to adapt to this sport.
As for those girls... "He looked at Lynch and the curious Reynolds beside him." Maybe you can give me some advice, boss. "
It was a very cunning answer. Reynolds immediately looked at Lynch. Without a doubt, he was very interested. Lynch did not refuse and nodded in agreement. He also called the Fox father and son and asked them to come over now.
The Fox father and son had promised to set up a women's rugby team. This was a good opportunity to let them know about the selection and coaching team. It was a warm-up.
Not long after, a group of people sat in the office. After watching the process of the women's selection, Lynch quickly called for a stop.
Moldok simply thought that Lynch needed an excuse to get some beautiful girls around him. He underestimated Lynch's mindset. Women's professional football was not a hunting ground for him to hunt for beauties. It had other uses.
Many of the girls who came to apply for the job were very beautiful, but at first glance, they were the type that could be blown away by a gust of wind. They might be suitable as flower vases, but in high-intensity competitive sports, they might not survive more than a season.
"Boss, are you really going to let those girls play on the field?"
Moldok looked at Lynch in disbelief. He felt that this handsome big boy seemed to be a little... bloodthirsty, or something else.
It was hard for him to imagine a group of beautiful girls wearing protective gear running and colliding with each other. In this pitiful world, there was no such word as "turning pale" to describe such a shocking scene, but it was still possible to imagine.
From the time this sport was invented, it was never considered for girls to participate.
Moreover, even male athletes often injured themselves or others during competitions. Rib fractures and tibia fractures were common occurrences for them.
It was possible that a simple collision could break a few bones. Those girls would definitely not be able to take it.
"Head Coach Moore, I have to remind you that this is prejudice against women!"
Lynch stood at the commanding height and criticized him a little. "The Women's Rights Association is also very concerned about the women's professional sports I started. In the future, there might be more of their people coming here to watch the games and the training from a close distance, so you have to change some of your thinking."
Moldok did not hesitate to apologize for his thoughts. He could lower himself so much because the whole club was still in the adjustment period. Lynch did not seem to be easy to get along with, but he usually did not care about things.
Usually, Kane was in charge. Kane was a person who was easy to talk to, and he felt that he could work with Kane for a long time.
Secondly, he had resigned from the University of Sports Arts with his team. If he fell out with Lynch now, he and his assistant coaches would have nowhere to go in the short term.
The professional league was not over yet, so it was impossible for anyone to change midway. The university season was about to start, and the contracts that should be renewed had already been renewed. There would not be any extra positions for him. If he did not want to starve at home for a year or two, or even longer, and if he did not want to be blamed by his assistants, the best way was to integrate into the club. This was also his initial dream.
Lynch raised his hand to show that Moldok was being overly cautious. He talked about the girls who were most suitable for these sports. "I have discussed these things with the Women's Rights Association before. Perhaps we can start an audition and at least select some suitable girls from the city to participate in this selection."
"Our target group are healthy, beautiful, and sunny girls who have received some education and have a certain cultural foundation …" He looked at Little Fox, "Can you give me a proposal? I'll take it to the Women's Rights Defenders Association and discuss it with them. It's best to target female university students."
Girls who had received higher education preferred this kind of stuff. They also wanted to pursue equal rights with men. The most important thing was that these girls could afford to go to university, which meant that their families were at least wealthy. When necessary, they could support the Women's Rights Movement financially.
It was the first time that he directly instructed Little Fox to do something. However, neither Little Fox nor Old Fox had much of an opinion about it. Old Fox nodded and said, "I will come up with a proposal as soon as possible."
Little Fox studied management in university, and planning projects was also part of his studies. This was very easy for him.
After discussing some details, Lynch, Kane, and Moldok left alone, leaving Reynolds and the Fox father and son together. They could find some common topics to talk about.
Lynch and the rest went to see the selected young men. These people would become the backbone of the club in the future.
The young men were more or less afraid of Moldok, the strict examiner who directly "touched" them during the interview process. They also had some indescribable emotions because the way Moldok directly touched their bodies to sense their qualities was a little strange. Even in this day and age where all kinds of sports were exploding, gender orientation was still a very serious topic.
It was actually not difficult to understand. The Women's Rights Movement was supported by society because there were some female gods in a wide range of religions who held important authority, such as the Goddess of War.
However, in religions and beliefs, those gods were willing to be fetishes and would not have gender orientation issues. This also led to the lack of a foundation in this area in society.
The young men were still afraid of Moldok's touch.
These were all very strong young men. Their muscles were all bulging. Moldok was very excited when he talked about these young men. "Their bodies and muscle structure are more well-rounded than the bodies of the athletes who have undergone rigid training in the university."
"This also means that they are more malleable. As long as they can understand and master the rules of the olive trees, they will soon be able to compete on the field!"
Moldok stood outside the crowd. He hesitated for a moment and then promised Lynch, "If there are no accidents, our club will be able to return to the professional arena next year."
In addition to various professional leagues, the Transport Association also organized a relatively professional amateur league. As long as they could get into the top three, they could be promoted to the lowest level of the Intercontinental Professional League. This goal was not difficult to achieve in Moldok's opinion.
At present, there were only 22 teams in this amateur league, which was almost ten fewer than before. This was also related to the current economic downturn. Many amateur clubs had closed down, which made it easier for amateur teams to enter the professional league.
Moreover, many amateur teams did not intend to enter the professional league. Entering the professional league meant that their expenses would increase. Even if they did not raise the salary standards of these "professional athletes," just the constant traveling to and fro for competitions would become a financial burden.
After Lynch looked at these young men, he had some ideas. "We need at least three complete teams. Through some internal competitions, we need to compete for positions to become the official team's starting lineup. I believe you are an expert and can understand what I mean!"
Moldok nodded. He could understand the talent pool, so he nodded. In fact, he did not understand.
Lynch's purpose was not simply to create a talent pool, but to limit the possible increase in salary in the future. Once some people became irreplaceable, their pride would gradually turn into arrogance. Then, they would begin to crave more things that did not belong to them, such as higher salary.
The competitiveness that always existed made them realize at all times that their jobs and salaries were not stable, and that they were not irreplaceable. As long as they raised their butts and wanted to make some demands, there would immediately be someone to replace them.
It seemed that too many athletes might increase their monthly salary, but in fact, they could limit the star players' salaries in the future.
However, even if Moldok did not understand, it did not matter. He knew what to do.