Coaching career started as a college team coach

"Why are you still sleeping in on the second day of the New Year?"

Han Yang wrapped his head in the quilt and muttered, "But isn't the Spring Festival for sleeping?"

Han Yang's mother finally picked Han Yang up and took him to visit relatives all over the country. Han Yang was very sleepy, but he always had a smile on his face.

This was certainly not because Han Yang liked to get along with these relatives who seemed to have hugged him every time he saw them once a year. It was because he stayed up late to watch the game, and Wolves won!

Wei Le is going to Wembley!

Han Yang was sincerely happy for Wei Le.

In the "2016 Law School's Worst Football Team" group, everyone tacitly stayed up and kept sending messages since the beginning of the game. Almost everyone watched the live broadcast. Fortunately, it was the League Cup, and the domestic copyright holder obtained the broadcasting rights.

The game was at four in the morning, and it ended when the sky in China was just getting light.

[Ocean: Wei Jiao is awesome! Good night everyone! ]

[Zhang Fe: Wei Jiao is awesome! Good night, everyone! ]

[Yang Qi: Coach Wei is awesome! Good night, everyone! ]

The excited discussion didn't end until seven or eight in the morning. Han Yang hung up his phone and slept for only an hour or two. But the game that just happened was always lingering in Han Yang's mind, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time.

It turned out that his childhood friend had flown so high.

Han Yang looked at the figure standing on the lawn of Old Trafford in the broadcast screen, and his mind was full of thoughts. Wei Le still didn't change much. Even though Han Yang hadn't seen him for a long time, he hoped that Wei Le was still Wei Le.

Thinking of this, Han Yang opened QQ and clicked on Wei Le's chat. He sent Wei Le a New Year's greeting last night, but Wei Le might not have time to look at his phone at night.

But a small red circle appeared in the upper right corner of Wei Le's avatar. Reply? Han Yang clicked on the chat.

(3:02)

[Ocean: Happy Chinese New Year! I wish you an awesome game! 】

(8:34)

[Wei Haha: Happy Chinese New Year! ]

[Wei Haha: I wish you awesome too! ]

[Wei Haha: We are all awesome! ]

Han Yang sat with his relatives and friends and couldn't help laughing out loud. He felt it was inappropriate, so he covered his mouth with his hand to restrain his smile.

"Awesome game" is the code between Han Yang and Wei Le. When they were young, the two discussed the pre-match slogan. Some people said "Good luck in the game" was a bit too polite, and "Win the game" was a bit of a jinx. So "Awesome game" seemed very appropriate.

Wei Le flew very high and very far.

But at least Wei Le is still Wei Le.

He is still the Wei Le who joked casually with Han Yang beside the stone pillar in front of the law school, the Wei Le who held the championship trophy of the school league, and the Wei Le who always yearned for victory.

He is still the Wei Le that Han Yang is familiar with.

Wei Le is not in the mood to celebrate the Chinese New Year now.

Because on the afternoon of January 29, when the Wolves returned to Wolverhampton, Wei Le received an email. An email from Matt Hobbs, the football director (you won't forget him, right) called Wei Le to his office.

"What's going on?" Wei Le rushed into the office in a hurry, causing other staff members in Hobbs' office to look sideways. Seeing that it was the team boss Wei Le who came, they turned back to stare at the work in their hands tacitly.

This boss can't be offended.

Wei Le didn't care about anything else. He looked at Matt Hobbs anxiously, and the latter nodded solemnly.

"Middlesbrough asked us for Bowen."

"Where do they get the courage? Just refuse." Wei Le thought for a while and added, "Don't worry, I'll ask Bowen himself. Maybe he already knows about this, and I want to ask his opinion."

After the training that day, Wei Le called Bowen away alone.

"Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing?" Jota whispered to Haaland with his mouth covered. Haaland shook his head, "It's hard to say."

Cellars, who knew the situation, coaxed everyone away, "Go back and take a shower, be careful of catching a cold!"

"Tea or juice? Or a cup of coffee?"

"Tea." Bowen rubbed his hands, he was a little nervous.

A few minutes later, Wei Le came over with two cups of hot tea with a smile. He handed Bowen one cup, and then took another cup himself, motioning Bowen to sit on the sofa, and Wei Le sat next to him.

Yes, not all conversations need to sit face to face on both sides of the desk, which will only make visitors nervous. The tea that Wei Le poured was still tea from China that traveled across the ocean. This oriental leaf even attracted the attention of some English players. Now they don't brew British black tea anymore, but specialize in brewing Chinese green tea leaves.

"How are you doing recently? Later"Have you got a girlfriend?" Wei Le asked with a smile.

Bowen shook his head, "Games are better than girlfriends."

Wei Le laughed and gave a thumbs up to show that his little brother has a future, "Don't let Jota lead you astray, learn more from Martinez, he has experience."

"I'd better go back to play games." Bowen stuck out his tongue.

Wei Le also asked about Bowen's rental situation and learned that Bowen recently moved to a house closer to the training base. This made Wei Le feel relieved - if Bowen knew about Middlesbrough's offer and wanted to leave, he would not move at this point.

The topic quickly turned to the main topic, and Wei Le talked about the reason for calling Bowen over.

"What?" Bowen's mouth could fit a light bulb, "Middlesbrough? Buy me? "

He shook his head like a rattle, "They really didn't look for me, but there are indeed many rumors about my transfer on social media, and I have heard that there are Premier League teams that are interested in me, but..." Bowen shut up, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Boss... You don't want to sell me, do you?"

Looking at Bowen's pitiful eyes, Wei Le almost laughed out loud.

"If I want to sell you, I have to wait until you are promoted and your value soars. "Wei Le threatened Bowen, and Bowen's eyes widened. After a while, Bowen said "shockingly", "Then I will kick the ball into my own goal as soon as I receive it in the second half of the season, so that my value will not go up!"

"Then you were taken away for suspected match-fixing!" Wei Le lightly punched Bowen. Bowen snorted, looking very unconvinced. So Wei Le explained his views to Bowen.

"I don't want to sell it. Even if someone wants to sell it, they have to pass me first. "Wei Le said firmly, "At least I have to agree with where my players go."

Bowen breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to leave.

"You want to stay so much? What's the point of staying in a Championship team?"

"Won't it be the Premier League next season?" Bowen asked back, "In addition, it's no exaggeration to say that it wasn't Wolves who kept me here, but you, boss."

"If I go to Middlesbrough or return to Hull City or go somewhere else, I won't meet a head coach as good as you."

"Nonsense, I'm just here, there's still a lot to improve." Wei Le shook his head and sighed, "You will definitely have a bright future. When you go to a big team, you'll find that it's much better than our little place. "

Wei Le was a little sad that Bowen was spotted by Middlesbrough. Players come and go is the norm in the football world. This time it was Middlesbrough that spotted Bowen, but what if it was Manchester United? What if it was Manchester City? What if it was Real Madrid?

Then Bowen would probably agree.

If Wolves' performance improves, it is inevitable that Wolves players will be spotted by big teams. Then what should Wolves use to retain these talented players?

Although there is affection, if Manchester United really comes, Wei Le might still persuade Bowen to join Manchester United. Joining a big team can always get a lot of things that you can't get at all in Wolves, which is beneficial to Bowen's career.

Thinking of this, Wei Le was a little melancholy.

Knowing Bowen's thoughts, things will be easier.

"Refuse it, he said he won't go."

So, Matt Hobbs directly clicked the send button on the computer screen. The rejection email had been prepared long ago. He didn't want to sell the important players in the team at this stage.