Coaching career started as a college team coach

April 27.

Marseille, France.

Stade Velodrome.

This stadium was one of the venues for the 1998 World Cup in France. Built in 1935, it can accommodate more than 67,000 fans and is the largest club football stadium in France.

Today, the owner of this stadium welcomed opponents from England.

Wolves are the visiting team in this game and are wearing black away jerseys. In order to match the main color of the jersey, Wei Le also specially changed into a black jacket. Under the black jacket is a white collared shirt and a tie, which looks particularly formal.

Marseille is in the south of France. Although the weather is not very cold, it is definitely not hot in the evening in April.

"You look so handsome today." Before leaving the locker room, the players all smiled and praised Wei Le's fashion sense today, "We don't understand why someone like you doesn't have a girlfriend."

Wei Le pretended to be calm and looked into the distance, "You don't understand, men should establish a career first and then start a family."

Everyone was impressed, and the young men showed admiration.

Only Martinez, who had seen through the world, smiled and said, "It's obvious that no girl wants him."

"You*, I'll be the goalkeeper in this game!" Wei Le had just put on an unfathomable expression, but he immediately broke it and kicked Martinez's butt hard. Although he didn't kick him, Martinez still ran away screaming.

Others heard that Wei Le was going to be the goalkeeper in this game and tried to dissuade him.

"Your Majesty, think twice! This is not allowed for you!" Jota seemed to be in a performance state, looking like a loyal minister who was going to "die for advice".

"You don't believe in my ability?" Wei Le widened his eyes and frowned, looking like he wanted to reason with the players.

"Indeed." Unexpectedly, the short-haired Almiron nodded seriously.

Wei Le was speechless for a moment, "... There is no need to be so straightforward."

Wei Le's face flushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out. He argued, "Putting aside personal ability, can your head coach not be able to keep the goal?" Then there were difficult words, such as "trust crisis" and "ungrateful", which made everyone laugh: the store was full of a happy atmosphere.

The time was almost up, and Wei Le had finished talking about the tactical details. Now was the last few minutes before the players came on the court. Generally speaking, they would say a few more words to the head coach or the team captain to buff the team.

When the time came, the referee would flip the bell switch in the referee's office where they were resting, and the home and visiting team locker rooms would ring bells, reminding the players and coaches of both sides that the time was almost up and they were going to play.

Now that the bell hasn't rung yet, Wei Le can still talk for a while.

Today, the atmosphere in the Wolves' locker room is particularly lively, and everyone is joking with each other.

Wei Le estimated that the time was about right, so he clapped his hands and stood up from his chair.

"I'll say a few words."

The players consciously returned to their seats and sat down.

"Brothers, we have finally arrived at the Europa League semi-finals." Wei Le said, "In a few minutes, we will become the focus of tens of thousands of people outside."

"At this time, I am actually a little emotional."

"At the beginning of last season, the team expected us to stay in the league after the season. But less than two years later, we are already standing in the locker room of the semi-finals of the second-highest European club competition."

"I once dreamed that if I really got here one day, what I would say and do. I also thought about what I would say to make you all rush forward with blood boiling."

"But in fact, when we really got here, we were just joking with each other and saying some unserious words."

Wei Le paused, and everyone smiled knowingly.

"We have had a hard time in the past year and a half."

"We have lost many games, encountered setbacks, and lost many goals. But when we look back today, we realize that we have come so far step by step."

"Brothers, please remember my words." Wei Le looked around, everyone was looking at him, "You have done a great job!"

"We have become an excellent team, standing at a critical juncture in history, and you have come a long way."

"Now, go out."

"Cherish every minute and every second you are on the court, cherish every breath of air mixed with the scent of grass you breathe, cherish every shout you hear, forget all the illusory things, enjoy the feeling of the semi-finals, and only show your best state to the world-"

"We are-"

WeiLe took a deep breath, and all the players in the locker room opened their mouths in unison, shouting at their loudest voices—

"Wolves!!!"

Beijing time 3:00.

Han Yang rubbed his eyes, picked up the tea in the cup, took a deep breath of the refreshing tea fragrance, and dispelled his last trace of sleepiness. On the TV screen, the players were lining up to play.

He grabbed his phone and took a look. In the top group chat that he was most familiar with, everyone was already arguing.

Zhang Tie asked in the group: [Is everyone awake? ! ]

Liu Ziyu sent a photo. He and his brother Liu Zihang sat together. The two made a "yeah" gesture to the phone.

Jiang Xin and others who are still in school seem to have gathered together. They ran out of school and found an Internet cafe to watch the game together.

"Where's Han Yang? Where's Han Yang?" Zhao Pingping sent a voice message to call people in the group, "Did he fall asleep during his good brother's game?"

Han Yang laughed and clicked on the input bar.

[Ocean: I'm here, I'm here]

[Ocean: My brothers are here, how can I sleep? ]

21:00 Berlin time.

Yang Qi had a scarf wrapped around his head. He grabbed a training suit issued by the team and put it on. He quickly went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of juice, and then ran back to the sofa.

His good brother Maina had already sat down at this time. He was still urging Yang Qi to come over quickly, and the players had already entered the field.

"Why are you in such a hurry? My coach's game, why are you more anxious than me?" Yang Qi grabbed a bottle of juice in one hand, walked from the kitchen, and handed one to Maina.

The German boy reached out to take it, his face lit up, "Apple juice!"

"Yes, I know you like it."

"Oh Yang, I love you so much." Maina said and moved closer to Yang Qi.

As a result, Yang Qi ruthlessly pushed him away, "I like women."

Maina was still being coy, saying nonsense like love was gone, but Yang Qi's attention was no longer on him. The TV screen gave a close-up of the head coaches of both teams, and Wei Le suddenly entered the screen at this time.

He smiled confidently and looked forward firmly.

Yang Qi was stunned there, and for a moment he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Wei Le's camera passed by quickly.