Coaching legend

"Frederick, how about we chat?" Mitchell King greeted Ljungberg with a smile as he watched Ljungberg finish training.

Ljungberg even looks down on Burnley's first team, let alone a youth team player. Just after training, Ljungberg went directly to the locker room. He didn't get along with that group of youth team players at all. It wasn't until Mitchell called himself that he stopped.

Ljungberg was born in Sweden, whose official language is Swedish. In Northern Europe, except for Finland, the languages ​​of several countries are very similar. But because English is widely spoken in Sweden, almost all Swedes speak very fluent English. Therefore, when George bought Ljungberg, he did not consider the language issue at all.

When Ljungberg saw Mitchell King, he just nodded slightly and said nothing else.

Mitchell smiled wryly and shook his head. "Frederick, you go change clothes first. Then we'll find a place to chat." Mitchell already had a great understanding of Ljungberg's character, so he didn't blame Ljungberg at all.

Ljungberg is also in a very depressed mood now. It has been nearly two months since George demoted him to the youth team, but he still ignores him.

Ljungberg also watches Burnley's first-team games, and is sometimes very anxious for the team. What would happen if he were here, but these can only be in Ljungberg's imagination.

"Come, have a drink." Mitchell looked at Ljungberg who looked arrogant and suddenly felt that Ljungberg was very cute.

Unlike some others, Ljungberg has an expression on his face that almost comes to mind. Although Ljungberg has a bad temper now, he is just a nineteen-year-old child.

Ljungberg picked up the glass, took a sip, and then put it down again.

"Frederick, do you have a dream?" Mitchell, unlike Ljungberg, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Then he wiped his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Go to the best club in Europe and become a player like Nordahl." Ljungberg answered confidently.

Mitchell looked at this conceited young man with a smile.

"Humph, you don't believe it." Looking at Mitchell's smile, Ljungberg felt that Mitchell was laughing at him. This feeling made Ljungberg very uncomfortable.

"No, I believe you." Mitchell answered firmly. Mitchell's reaction stunned Ljungberg.

Ever since he was a child, Ljungberg has always wanted to be a player like Gunnar Nordahl. Nordahl is one of the greatest players in Swedish history, maybe not one, but the greatest. Nordahl was the best striker in Europe in the 1940s and 1950s. Several statistics can speak for themselves. His goal rate in Italy is the highest among players who have scored more than 100 goals in Italy, at 0.875. His record of scoring 225 goals in 257 Italian Serie A games has left every latecomer in the Italian football world, which is known for its defense, in awe.

Ljungberg has grown up hearing Nodar's name since he was a child, although the two men are in different positions. Nordahl is the greatest center forward in Milan history, while Ljungberg is a wide player. But Ljungberg has taken Nordahl as his goal since he was a child.

In the past, when I mentioned this wish to my friends and coaches in Sweden, they would always laugh at me. But Ljungberg was not discouraged at all and ignored their ridicule. In Ljungberg's opinion, Mitchell would have the same reaction, but Mitchell said categorically that he believed in himself.

"Frederick, I don't believe you. I believe George's vision." Mitchell explained to Ljungberg with a smile. "Last summer, Burnley had just been relegated from the First Division, and people were distraught. George was only 27 years old at the time and took over as the club's head coach. He purged a large number of veterans and bought eight players. Among them, there were even Michael is the one who plays in the amateur league.”

After Mitchell poured himself another glass of wine, he began to tell Ljungberg the story of Burnley last season. Ljungberg has also heard most of the important things about Burnley last season. But this is the first time it has been done in such detail.

"The last thing you know is that the club was promoted to the First Division by undisputed advantage. Darren Huckabee and Boboski were both sold for ten times the price. George bought Boboski. The price was 400,000 pounds. At that time, many media laughed at whether there was football in the Czech Republic. But it turned out that George was right, and Boboski became the top scorer and the top assists in the second division." Mitchell said. The words made Ljungberg admire George's achievements last year.

"Do you know? George has high expectations for you. Eight hundred thousand pounds, which is the highest price in our history at Burnley. And you are only a nineteen-year-old young player. If George is not sure, it is impossible. Buy yours."

Ljungberg nodded, but then quickly shook his head.

"But he doesn't know how to use me. I will never ask him to apologize." Ljungberg drank the glass of wine in front of him as if to embolden himself. Then he muttered to himself. "Yes, I will never apologize. He won't use me."

Mitchell smiled and poured Ljungberg a drink, thinking of George. Thinking about George and Ljungberg, it was like two children having a fight, so I couldn't help but laugh.

"Frederick, do you know the consequences of your quarrel with the boss?" Here Mitchell suddenly spoke to Ljungberg in a very serious manner, and did not call George's name, but called the boss directly.

"What can I do?" Ljungberg said disdainfully.

"Your career will be completely ruined." Mitchell's expression was very solemn. "The boss is only 28 years old this year, and he is currently recognized as a talented coach in English football. You should have heard that Blackburn invited the boss this summer. But it is precisely because he is too young that he will not be as good-tempered to the players as those old coaches. As long as you don't apologize, the boss will keep blocking you."

"Don't think I'm serious, the boss can definitely do it. Our club has been relegated to the third-level league since fifteen years ago, and only entered the second-level league once in the season before last. If the boss can successfully stay in the first-level league this year, then the club will definitely renew the contract with the boss. You have a four-year contract with the club."

"The boss will let you stay in the youth team for four years, neither letting you enter the first team nor letting you transfer away."

"Do you think that the boss will not do this because he spent 800,000 pounds to buy you. The boss can use 400,000 pounds to buy Bobowski and 800,000 pounds to buy you, so he will also discover other outstanding players. In order to maintain his prestige, you may become the boss's goal of establishing his prestige."

The more Mitchell spoke, the worse Yongberg's face became, and he became more and more solemn. If he really did what Mitchell said, Yongberg knew that his career would really be ruined. Most players grow from the age of 17 or 18 to 23 or 24, which is the golden time for growth. If he really stayed on the bench for four years, Yongberg would not dare to think about it.

"Last season, George cleaned up the old players in the team. Many of them have fought side by side with me for many years and have a good relationship. But I just reminded George a little, but didn't object. Do you know why?" Mitchell regained his original smile and started to call George's name again.

"Why?" Yongberg's mind was a little confused now, and he asked without thinking.

"Because George looks gentle and has a good personality. But he is very strong in his bones. If I stand up and object, George will put me on the list." Mitchell explained to Yongberg with a smile.

Yongberg's eyes widened when he heard this. Although he has only been in the club for a few months, he is clear about Mitchell's status in Burnley Club. Mitchell is a meritorious player of Burnley and has a very high status in Burnley City. George dared to put him on the list, so it is really possible that he would be ruined.

Finally, Mitchell patted Ljungberg on the shoulder. "Frederick, George has high expectations for you. Think about it carefully. Is it George who doesn't know how to use you? Or have you always disobeyed the coach? Are you right in this matter? I hope you can think about it carefully." After saying that, Mitchell stood up by himself.

"Frederick, George is not a petty person. As long as you admit your mistakes, there will be no problem."