Coaching career started as a college team coach

"Welcome to Fosun Training Center!" Wei Le stood in front of the magnificent gate and opened his arms to the players who had just got off the bus in front of him.

"From now on, this will be your new home. Remember to change your common destinations on the map software to prevent you from navigating to the old base for training tomorrow, where no one will pick you up."

"Do I look like a tour guide now?" Wei Le found a baseball cap and put it on his head, and took out a small flag with a yellow Wolves logo from his backpack, "Then tourists, don't lose me, let's go!"

This is the first time that Fosun Training Center has welcomed all the first-team players.

For a period of time after the renovation, the coaching staff and team staff have moved their things to the new base, and the players are the last batch to move.

Today, the players will visit the new base together and conduct some field training here.

"It's so advanced!"

Walking into the gym, Ruben Dias' eyes were full of light. Whatever he wanted, he had it here!

"Come on, you trained there for a season before, and you worked out every day, but I don't think you've made any progress in the end... Don't hit me in the face!" Jota was suppressed by Ruben Dias halfway through his words.

The Portuguese people were fighting nearby, and the tour guide Wei Le led everyone to play and fight and walked through the lounge and locker room.

"It's really a game room!" Jota rushed up, and Bowen stared motionlessly at the room in front of him that looked like a training room for a professional e-sports team. There were high-end computers placed here, and the cool room decoration and flowing atmosphere lights made these young people have no resistance.

"Suitable." Van de Beek sat cross-legged on a lazy sofa, picked up the handle on the ground, and made a game gesture towards the TV screen that had not been turned on, "Very comfortable!"

"You..." Wei Le was a little speechless.

When they just walked to the gym, lounge and medical room, the Wolves players' reactions were very positive, but they were not particularly excited. Now that they came to the game room, they really couldn't be reserved.

After all, this room designed for them was a big surprise for everyone. Everyone was so excited that they were eager to play a happy game of CS:GO in five-man team here!

When everyone returned to the team, everyone looked at Wei Le differently.

Why? Because when the Fosun base was built, the opinions of the Wolves players were not sought. After all, players come and go, and the Wolves base will be in operation for a long time.

If the opinions of this group of Wolves players were considered, what should be done if the next wave of players do not like this decoration?

Dismantle and reinstall? How expensive!

But Wei Le insisted that at least there should be a large room designed specifically for this generation of Wolves players in 2017. If the next group of people leave and the next group of people come, they can renovate it according to the ideas of the next group of people.

In any case, at least the ideas of the current players should be met.

The Wolves players agreed and gave Wei Le the answer that they wanted a game room.

Wei Le is the contact between the players and the team. The players don't have high expectations for this game room. As long as they can sit down and play games quietly, it's fine. It would be better if they have a computer.

But this room with obviously insufficient light is simply an abrupt stroke in the overall style of bright-colored decoration. Walking into a door, it seems like a small world independent of the world.

A world that belongs only to Wolves players!

And the premise of all this comes from Wei Le conveying their ideas 100%, or even 120%, to the team, and the team really did it according to their needs!

Let alone other things, just these peripherals will cost a lot of money.

Some equipment, even Jota himself is reluctant to buy, but he can play the best in the team!

"Are you satisfied?" Wei Le asked with a smile.

Everyone nodded, "Very satisfied!"

"Great! Very satisfied!"

The large group continued to move forward. As they walked, they walked out of the main building and crossed the football field. In everyone's puzzled eyes, they saw a not very large independent building in front of them.

"What is this for?" DePaul asked.

"Good question!" Wei Le said, "This is what I told you before. Our current tactical style needs innovation. And this..." Wei Le pointed to the white house behind him.

"This is the source of innovation."

"After all, you have to know that even if I want you to pass the ball more, you may not be able to do it. Either you pass it crooked or you lose it, which will affect the quality of our offense."

"So--" Wei Le pushed open the door, "Look at German technology!"

The interior of this white factory building is like a secret base in a superhero movie, with many mysterious and powerful equipment piled up.

In the center, there are two football fields built like a boxing ring. But the size of these two football fields is about two-thirds of a five-a-side court, and they are square.

The surrounding area is surrounded by iron cages, making the court a closed space.

"Cage football?" Rodri immediately thought of this term. The 3V3 small-field competition held in the cage is highly praised by contemporary young people because of its high degree of fit with the street.

Many countries have begun to hold related competitions. This combination of football and street sports has a very obvious American street basketball color.

But Wei Le shook his head.

"So, we have to play one-on-one inside, and if the loser will be thrown into the ditch and rushed into the English Channel?" Jota exclaimed, "Boss, we don't usually provoke you, you won't let us kill each other!"

"Don't talk nonsense. "Wei Le rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Diogo, you go in first."

"Ah? I don't want to!" Jota was horrified. The caged stadium under the incandescent light seemed to be his execution ground and burial place. But soon, Jota, who had "made countless enemies" within the team, was tied up and carried into the cage.

"Are you ready?" Wei Le pulled down the iron door of the cage.

"Not ready!" Jota screamed.

"Ready. "Wei Le pressed a button, and the lights around him dimmed immediately.

Only then did Ruota realize that this cage football game was not that simple. The field was surrounded by four iron mesh walls, and in the center of the square field was a circle drawn with white lines, similar to the center circle of a court.

Four display screens were hung above him in the four directions. Below the display screens, there were two rows and ten columns of squares divided by several beams and columns.

Nets were hung behind the squares. Ruota roughly understood that this should be the goal. LED tubes were installed on the beams of the square goal, and they were all flashing white light.

In the center of each wall, there were two serving machines, one above and one below.

But Ruota looked at the eight serving machines ready to go, as if he was looking at a loaded gun pointed at him!

"Standing in the circle, we are ready to start. "Wei Le finished speaking, signaling the team staff to press a few buttons and adjust some data.

"Beep--" A sharp whistle sounded, Jota was tense, and a countdown appeared on the surrounding display screens.

"1:00"

At the same time, the green light of the serving machine in front of him lit up, and a football flew out of the serving machine with a beep. Jota, who was wearing football shoes, subconsciously stopped the ball. He saw that the LED lights around a square on the wall on his left turned green.

Jota suddenly understood what he was going to do, and he immediately passed the ball into that square.

"Ding Dong!"

A pleasant bell sounded, indicating that Jota scored a point.

"Great! "Jota cheered loudly, but the next second, the beep sounded again. He looked around and found that the ball machine behind him had a green light. The next second, the football flew towards his stomach!

Jota subconsciously tried to block the ball with his thigh, but the ball hit the outside of his thigh and flew directly into a checkered goal next to him.

"Beep--"

The sharp and piercing sound rang, meaning that Jota had just made a mistake. Before Jota could say anything, the ball machine on his left lit up again, and this time it was another half-high ball.

"Damn, how could it be so fast!"