Coaching career started as a college team coach

"I'm talking about the Wolves game, right?"

"I don't understand it either!"

Han Yang finally found a live broadcast source that seemed to be watchable among the "404" web pages. Unexpectedly or not, this source was explained in Russian.

Looking at the close-up of Manchester United players in the broadcast, it seemed that they finally found the right one.

"Stop talking, the game is about to start!" Han Yang called Zhao Pingping, Zhang Tie and others to come closer. They squeezed into Han Yang's dormitory, or more precisely, the empty bed that should have belonged to Wei Le, and stared at the small computer screen.

A close-up of Wei Le suddenly appeared in the broadcast. This cheered up the boys.

"You study well, listen to what he said?"

"How the hell should I know?"

Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, the commentator did mention something like "Le Wei", which probably meant Wei Le's name.

The broadcast was not very clear, and there were occasional freezes, but everyone was concentrating on watching the screen, not daring to be distracted at all, because the players from both sides had lined up on the sidelines, ready to start the game!

"I hope this is a wonderful game."

As the host, Wei Le first came to Mourinho and took the initiative to shake hands with Mourinho.

Mourinho also responded with a smile.

The two sides did not communicate more, Wei Le returned to his position, and the players on the field had already lined up, and the game was about to start.

"Hey, I suddenly have an idea." Jota covered his mouth and whispered to Bowen.

"What do you mean?"

"Look at Manchester United's defenders standing so far forward!" Jota looked at the Manchester United players opposite them.

"What do you want to do?"

"Tell Rodri that I will pass the ball back to him with the first pass, and then we will run forward like crazy, run behind their back line, and let Rodri pass the ball long."

"So bold?" Bowen was shocked by this somewhat reckless suggestion.

"Try it, the worst that can happen is a counterattack." Jota was eager to try, and Bowen thought about it carefully and felt that it was not impossible.

So Bowen ran back and whispered with Rodri.

Rodri was also stunned at first, not sure if Bowen and Jota had any brain problems. After Bowen suggested again and again, Rodri nodded and agreed.

"Then try it."

Bowen ran back, he looked back and looked at Rodri, and said to Jota.

"Yeah."

The referee Kevin Friend looked at his watch, then raised his right hand horizontally and blew the whistle to start the game-

Beep-

Bowen did not pass the ball to Jota in front of him, but passed the ball back to Rodri, and then ran forward suddenly!

Bowen and Jota were like wild horses, running between Manchester United's lineup, one on the left and one on the right.

"What are they doing?" Rooney was a little confused, but the next second, he opened his mouth wide!

Rodri made a long pass, as if returning the ball, and the football flew high and far to Manchester United's half! What does this mean? Handing over the ball at the beginning?

Wait, people suddenly remembered that there was not no one in the frontcourt - Bowen and Jota were basically parallel to the back line!

"It's broken!" Phil Jones wanted to grab Jota next to him directly, but he couldn't grab it at all. Fortunately, the ball didn't seem to be coming towards him, but...

Towards Bowen's direction!

Bowen turned behind him, jumped high, shook his head and passed the ball to Jota in the middle!

Exquisite cooperation! Jota used his knee to get the ball off. Facing Phil Jones and Herrera who was blocking from behind, Jota swung his right leg to the right, as if he was going to flick the ball to the right, but he didn't touch the ball. It was a feint.

Phil Jones stumbled, but soon recovered. He stared at the ball closely. This time Jota's right foot rubbed the ball and pulled it to the left!

This time it was real!

Phil Jones kicked decisively and stretched out his leg to intercept the ball, or at least Jota! But Jota, whose center of gravity was leaning to the left, rushed to the right!

Jota's right foot pulled the ball to the left, and then the outside of his instep pushed the ball to the right!

Phil Jones kicked nothing. He wanted to catch up with Jota, but he suddenly slipped and sat on the ground!

"Oh my god! What a great performance! Jota knocked Phil Jones to the ground. This was a naked joke and a great reflection of the Portuguese striker's personal ability!"

Jota strode forward after shaking Phil Jones off.The ball was dribbled into the penalty area!

Now, in front of him, there was only De Gea besides the goal!

The Spanish goalkeeper rushed towards Jota, but Jota did not give De Gea a chance to get close. He did not push or lob the ball. He pushed the ground with his left foot, and the toe of his right foot poked out secretly!

The football was hit like a stone shot by a slingshot and ricocheted out!

De Gea stretched out his hand in vain.

No way! De Gea thought, he prayed that Jota's ball was finally blocked by the goal post, or flew directly out of bounds!

But the next second, the shouts from tens of thousands of home fans at Molineux Stadium brought him back to reality!

"The ball went in!!!! The game has just been going on for less than 35 seconds!!! I haven't even started to introduce the starting lineups of both teams! Jota! The talented striker from Portugal has already scored the first goal for Wolves!!!!"

"This is already the fastest goal in the history of the League Cup semi-finals!! 33 seconds, from Bowen kicking the ball out to Jota shooting the ball into the goal, a total of only 33 seconds have passed!!!!"

"Fuck!!!!!!!" A huge cheer suddenly broke out in the quiet dormitory!! !

"Quiet down, quiet down!" Han Yang waved to remind everyone. The boys nodded quickly, they covered their mouths, indicating that they would not shout anymore.

But when the goal was scored, Han Yang himself couldn't help himself and almost howled!

Molineux Stadium has become a sea of ​​joy! Jota rushed to the sidelines with a howl, he turned around to face the camera, pointing at his back number with two fingers!

"No. 17! Diogo Jota!" Martin Taylor, the commentator of this game, said loudly, "Now, no one will forget this boy! He was an outcast of Atletico Madrid half a year ago, but now he has been reborn in faraway England!"

"I scored! I scored!" Jota hugged Bowen, and Bowen hugged Rodri.

"Yes! You scored!" Rodri congratulated with a smile, "You scored against Manchester United!"

Bowen was very excited, "I deserve half of the credit! Treat me to dinner after the game!"

"Okay! If you give me one more assist, I'll treat you to dinner for a week!"

On the field, Rooney looked at the scoreboard, which had now been changed to 1-0 - the home team was in front and the visiting team was behind. Now, they were behind.

"Is this real?"