Coaching career started as a college team coach

"Kounde made a big mistake. He was intercepted while dribbling in the midfield! Weigl passed the ball diagonally to Schurrle, who rushed forward on the left side, and Wolves actually had no defensive players on this side!"

"In a situation of more people against fewer people, it's Wolves' turn to be caught and counterattacked!"

"Ruben Dias is in place, Maguire is also there, but the penalty area is still very empty!"

"Schurrle made a cross!"

"Batshuayi didn't touch it! But there's Reus behind him--"

"The ball went in! ! ! ! !"

"Wolves' lead just lasted 10 minutes later, they were counterattacked and equalized the score! The goal was scored by Reus, who cleverly moved forward and found a gap in the defense. Although Batshuayi did not reach the cross, Reus did! "

"The ball was kicked directly into the goal by a shovel shot, and Martinez did not pay attention to the situation on this side at all, and hurriedly made a save and was a step slower..."

Wei Le could not help but throw the water bottle in his hand to the ground as if to vent. At this time, the cheers and shouts of the home fans of the Westfalen Stadium around him were more piercing than when they scored before.

What is a devil's home court? Wei Le felt the pressure this time.

Wolves' first goal did not seem to change Dortmund's steady game tactics. They were still patiently catching counterattacks, but this time it was the Wolves players who lost their composure first.

Perhaps Kounde was a little too proud of himself because he took the lead shortly after the start, or perhaps Kounde was not sober because of the noisy shouts around him, or Weigel's previous performance made him a little arrogant.

But no matter which one, he was intercepted by the opponent when dribbling in the midfield.

As the starting point of the backcourt attack, he only had a defensive line behind him, and he himself was a full-back, which led to the inevitable targeting of his wing.

Ruben Dias and Maguire tried their best but failed to stop the goal. Martinez was also very upset because he felt that the goal was caused by his lack of concentration.

He finally felt the power of the devil's home court. This power was not the pressure brought to the players by some boos or insults, but the continuous noise and noise for more than 90 minutes, which made him physically and mentally exhausted and even a little absent-minded.

"The goal was scored by——"

"Marco——"

The fans in the stadium followed the voice of the stadium announcer very well, and they shouted together: "Royce!!!!!!"

Then there was a thunderous cheer!

Royce climbed over the billboard and raised his arms, meaning to make the fans shout more fiercely! The fans were certainly happy to follow the call of one of their team leaders and responded to this wonderful goal with even louder voices.

It was the 25th minute of the game.

"He's still a little young," Steger said to his assistant while sitting on the bench, and the "he" actually referred to Wei Le. But he still nodded his approval, "But he has reached this level in his twenties, he is already a genius, and he has a bright future."

After scoring this goal, Steger was relaxed. The opening goal was obviously not within his expectations, but this goal also announced that Dortmund has regained control of the rhythm of the game.

The Wolves played a little chaotically after the restart, and some players were a little confused. They didn't know how to play next, and the pre-match preparations were completely forgotten at this moment.

Alphonso Davies began to break through the wing without thinking. Although Bowen was still calm, his pass success rate also dropped a lot. Although Rodri and Reuben were relatively calm, even if they shouted loudly in an attempt to calm others down, the stadium was noisy and they could only see each other opening their mouths, but they didn't know what they were saying.

Communication without feedback was even more disappointing. The players seemed to be separated by an invisible wall and could not communicate with each other.

"This won't work." Wei Le cursed inwardly. Now he needed to make a decision as the head coach. He shouted loudly and finally attracted Trossard's attention.

"Come! Come!"

Trossard didn't hear it, but looking at Wei Le's gesture, he understood that he was asking him to go over. Now it was a dead ball, and the Wolves were preparing for a set-piece in the backcourt, so he ran over without any worries.

"Can't you hear each other?"

Trossard frowned and nodded, "Yes."

"When you go up, tell them as much as you can that from now until the end of the first half, we are all defending firmly, and the goal is not to lose the ball before the end of the first half."

"It's too complicated, it may not be conveyed!" Trossard shouted loudly beside Wei Le's ear - it's too noisy here!

"Try your best!" WeiLe patted Trossard on the shoulder, and he had to shout at the top of his voice, "If it doesn't work, just point them in the direction of the coach's bench and let them look at me!"

"Got it, I'll go now!" Trossard ran onto the field, and Wei Le stared at every player, watching which player looked at him.

"Defend! Defend before the end of the half!" Trossard said and gestured, so that Jota and Jovic understood, and they told Bowen.

Next, Trossard ran towards the midfield.

But the game doesn't wait, the ball is out!

"Go back to your position!!!" Rodri shouted loudly to Trossard, and Trossard gritted his teeth and decided to attack first. But the ball didn't come in his direction, and he made a "look at the coach's bench" gesture to Rodri.

Rodri understood, and just happened to meet Wei Le's eyes.

Wei Le crossed his arms at this time and said something loudly. Rodri couldn't hear what he said, but he understood Wei Le's gestures-this meant defense!

"Got it!" Rodri shouted, gave a thumbs up, and ran to the backcourt.

"Defense!"

"Defense!"

"Got it, we have to defend!"

When Kounde, who was at the farthest point, raised his thumbs up to Wei Le, Wei Le's heart was finally half relieved. Time passed by, and what Wolves had to do now was to avoid the sharp edge.

"Defense..."

"Defense..."

Far away in China, on the other side of the world, Han Yang stared at the TV screen. He could see that Wolves were not progressing smoothly. He didn't know if Wei Le had made any adjustments. At this time, he could only repeat this simple word secretly.

It was like a prayer.

"Defense, defense..."

In the 37th minute, Batshuayi carried Ruben Dias to complete the turn, and the subsequent shot was blocked by Maguire. The ball hit Maguire's lower abdomen directly, but Maguire didn't care about the pain and immediately staggered to the point where the ball fell.

It was not until the ball completely flew out of bounds that Maguire took a breath and lay on the ground in pain.

"It's okay."

Dr. Matt Perry's words in the headset made Wei Le feel relieved.

In Pingdingshan, Henan, Zhao Pingping clenched his fists tightly and silently said, "Defense, defense..."

In Guangzhou, Guangdong, Liu Zihang and Liu Ziyu sat in front of the TV. The sound of firecrackers outside was still ringing, but they only had football in their hearts at this time. They gritted their teeth and held their strength in their hearts, "Defense, defense!!"

Time passed by minute by minute, 40 minutes, 41 minutes, 43 minutes.

Beijing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Mudanjiang, Kunming, Dalian...

How many people who stayed up all night stared at the screens of varying sizes at this moment, silently counting the game time that was passing by minute by minute. Dortmund launched another wave of attacks, but this time it was Dendoncker who intercepted the ball, and then Alphonso Davies cleared the ball.

"Defend!!!"

Beep-beep--

When Wei Le heard the sharp whistle, he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground, but he felt extremely relieved in his heart.

The Wolves defended!

The Wolves defended the most dangerous first 45 minutes!!!