Coaching career started as a college team coach

///It rained all day in Beijing. All my plans were disrupted yesterday. I didn’t write my book well. I almost slept all day. No, Globe, you can’t be so lazy! You have to cheer up!!! ///

///In addition, didn’t I plan to take the D-level coaching course? I didn’t read the requirements carefully. After taking the E-level certificate, there should be an internship period before I can continue to study. So I have to wait until the end of the year to continue studying for the D-level certificate. This summer, there is no such arrangement. ///

"Rodri's long shot!!! The ball went in again! After nearly 30 minutes of siege, Rodri knocked on Lazio's goal again with a long shot!"

"The total score is now 2-2, and Wolves have evened the score now!"

Paul sat on the sofa and clenched his fists.

"How the hell is this possible?!" Paul gritted his teeth, "This is not the same team as those rubbish from the last game! Are they on drugs?!"

"Why?!!!"

After Rodri scored the second goal, he just raised his arms and shouted, and then quickly called on his brothers to take the ball out of the goal again. Goalkeeper Strakosha just bent down to pick up the ball, and the tall and strong Haaland rushed up in one step, knocked Strakosha off balance, picked up the ball and ran back.

"What are you doing?!" Strakosha, who had just been scored by a long shot and was full of anger, was now unhappy and rushed up to push Haaland. The other Lazio players also gathered around, and of course they were also angry, and now they wanted to find a Wolves player to fight.

But when Haaland turned around, he was taller than Strakosha and had a very impactful face. He frowned and glared at the Lazio goalkeeper, which actually stunned the chattering Strakosha.

What the hell is 17 years old?

Haaland ignored him and ran back, but it didn't mean that the other players of Wolves didn't care. Rodri and Dendoncker in front of the penalty area looked at each other and rushed up, and then Jota was not a pushover. He cleverly ran directly in the direction of the referee.

"Sir, you take care of it."

The Slovenian referee Skomina looked at Jota with a smile. He really wanted to take care of it, but Jota came to call him, as if he was Jota's reinforcement.

And Lazio players certainly couldn't stand their goalkeeper being bullied. Milinkovic, Lucas and several defenders ran over to argue, and even Immobile, who was at the forefront, rushed back, shouting something incomprehensible in Italian.

The Italians clenched their hands, put their five fingers together and shook their most classic gesture upwards to complain to the referee that the Wolves' behavior was suspected of pushing. Unfortunately, the Wolves players did not understand Italian.

"Honestly, it would be great if I understood Italian." Jota was talking to Bowen on the side.

"You can scold him in English." Bowen suggested.

"No!" Jota shook his head, "The referee can understand English!"

"Then..." Bowen thought about it, and his eyes lit up, "You scold them in Portuguese!"

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it." Jota said and squeezed into the crowd with a roar.

Everyone was speaking a language that the other party could not understand. Lazio captain Senad Lulic was relatively calm and stood by to maintain order and prevent the quarrel from turning into a physical conflict.

The Wolves didn't care about that. Rodri pushed Milinkovic who was still trying to chase Haaland away. Milinkovic was pushed and glared at Rodri. The two were then separated by the referee.

"Stop! Stop!"

The referee Skomina blew the whistle repeatedly and finally separated the two sides.

In fact, it was not a big deal. Skomina watched the whole incident and probably thought that the Lazio goalkeeper broke the defense and didn't want Haaland to get the ball. At this time, just let the two sides separate, and don't play cards again.

He pulled the captains of both sides to warn them, and then quickly let everyone disperse and prepare for the game. The Lazio players who were pushed could only suffer in silence. They stared at the Wolves players who cheered and ran back like winners, feeling very uncomfortable.

This also further affected their morale.

When Jota ran back, he described to Bowen with a smile the slightly surprised and angry expression of the defensive midfielder Lucas when he just cursed the Lazio players in Portuguese.

"That's nonsense, he is Brazilian, he can understand you."

"Ah?" Jota laughed, "But how do you describe the expressions of these Italians? According to the boss, that is; clear and stupid!"

Bowen also laughed, "Let them go to thePut some pineapples on Sa and he will behave himself."

Luis Alberto, a Spaniard who overheard this, could understand English and rolled his eyes.

The game dragged on until the 40th minute.

At this time, midfielder Lucas fell to the ground because of a collision with Haaland. He covered his back and turned over and over and couldn't get up. The referee stopped the game and asked the team doctor to enter the field, and the treatment took a lot of time.

"Haaland's physical fitness is really amazing. Lucas is good at heading and grabbing the ball. His physical fitness is actually very good, but in the half-ball confrontation, he was not only completely defeated by Haaland, but also knocked to the ground."

"But it should be a hard injury, not a big problem."

Paul looked at the Brazilian midfielder Lucas with a distorted face on the TV screen and couldn't help cursing, "Waste!"

But he didn't expect that there was another curse outside the window-"Can you be quieter? Where is your quality? "

Paul's eyes widened with anger. He picked up the bottle and rushed to the window. He started to curse at the neighbor who was not sure whether it was upstairs or downstairs. The neighbor was also hot-tempered and kept cursing. In such a "harmonious" neighborhood atmosphere, the game was restarted by a drop ball.

Even though the injury time was given as long as 6 minutes, Lazio still failed to stop the effective attack. Instead, Wolves became more and more courageous. In the last moment, Bowen's cut-in shot even hit the top of the goal frame and almost scored a goal.

The Lazio fans were so shocked that they broke into a cold sweat.

Beep-beep--

When the referee blew the whistle to announce the end of the first half, everyone at Molineux breathed a sigh of relief. Wolves fans were still not satisfied after watching a 45-minute offensive feast, while the few Lazio fans were relieved that their team had not been overtaken.