Coaching legend

The weather was nice, rarely so nice in the UK in April.

The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly.

The players were training on the training ground, and the coach's shouts and whistles kept ringing. Although it was a group confrontation, the players were not very focused.

Burnley now has no worries about relegation and no hope of promotion. George scored 29 points in the first 13 rounds, when Burnley was top of the table. However, in the next twenty-nine rounds, Burnley turned out to have a poor record of four wins, six draws and nineteen losses. With 47 points in 42 rounds, Burnley ranked 18th in English League One.

Burnley was the best defensive team in English League One at the beginning of the League One. It was a common problem for all English League One teams to break Burnley's goal. This kind of Burnley, just because of George's absence, immediately became a team that was bullied by everyone in the First Division.

Karl Pat looked at the state of the players and was helpless. At this time, Karl Pat especially missed George. How could Burnley be in this situation if George was here. This year turned out to be a great situation. Burnley's promotion situation was so good, but it's a pity...

Now at the end of the season, Burnley have failed to achieve promotion and there is no telling what the fate of these players will be.

There are already reports that the club will sell some players. Those players are also thinking about their future, and of course they don't have much thought for the game.

"Okay, the outdoor training is over. Let's go in and see the opponents in the next round." Three days later, Burnley will face the opponents in the 41st round of the First Division.

Everyone is listless and always studies the use of their opponents. It’s not like we still lose.

Burnley's tactical classroom is a very simple place, with nothing more than a blackboard in an ordinary room and a projector next to it. There were thick two-layer curtains on the windows, and the room was dark.

Some wealthy clubs have dedicated and very luxurious tactical classrooms, but Burnley is a small club and can only use this condition.

The door was opened, and a group of players entered the room feebly, each finding their own place to sit down. Although it is just a small club, the player seats are also very particular. Everyone has his or her own fixed position.

"You are all so frost-beaten that you have lost your soul." A very calm voice sounded in the room. It also reached the ears of all players.

Everyone was startled by the sound. After reacting, they realized that someone was looking at them with squinted eyes.

It turned out to be George sitting there expressionless.

Everyone was stunned there because they never thought they would be able to see George this season. Karl Pat reacted quickly and came to George's side with a smile. "George, are you all right?"

"Yeah." George didn't look at Karl Pat, but still stared at the players below. "What are you doing? Why don't you sit down? I don't want to go to tactics class."

After hearing what George said, everyone immediately started to find their own seats and sit down.

George didn't speak, and no one present spoke. They all looked at George silently.

George looked at everyone carefully until he saw Thompson standing at the door, and then George smiled and nodded.

After George's car accident, the club appointed Thompson as interim coach. If they discuss it with George, George will definitely recommend Evan Sawyer as his replacement. Unfortunately, it was more than 20 days after George regained consciousness. By then, the club had already chosen Thompson.

George understood Kilby. After all, Thompson had great prestige in the club and was the best candidate to replace George.

Although Thompson's performance was not good after coaching, when George watched the last game, he saw Thompson's helpless expression on the coaching bench and the increase in gray hair on his hair, and he could understand Thompson.

"Okay, starting from tomorrow's game, I will be in charge. First, let me talk about your performance during this period. I admire you so much." George's exaggerated words made all the players present feel nervous.

"Frederick, you seem to have told me that you want to become a world-class player like Nordahl." George smiled slightly and asked Ljungberg. But Ljungberg didn't dare to say anything. His former unruly attitude had long since been lost to the Kingdom of Melon Claws.

"Shit, you think you can become Nordahl, I think you are not even qualified to play in the second league." George suddenly stood up, pointed at Ljungberg and cursed. "I really regret buying you for 800,000 pounds. Look at what you have done. If you want to break through, you will show your temper. Look at the yellow cards and red cards you got, more than the defenders. I bought you here. , which makes you fight with players and contradict referees every day.”

When George became angry, everyone quickly lowered their heads. George was very angry. Ljungberg was not playing at all on the court. He was either angry with the other players or quarreling with the referee. There were high hopes for Ljungberg George, but Ljungberg's performance disappointed George.

Ljungberg didn’t dare to talk back to George and shrank his neck.

After scolding Ljungberg, George looked at Mitchell King sitting in the front. "Mitchell, are you getting older and ready to retire?"

Mitchell knows that his performance has been very poor recently. So keep your head down.

"Mitchell, I think you are really old. Either your physical strength can't keep up, or your concentration can't keep up. It's better to retire early and find a job in the club. I believe this is not a big problem. ,how do you feel?"

"No, head. I can still kick." Mitchell straightened up.

"You can play whatever you want. Southend, what kind of team is that? They scored less than twenty goals all year, and they scored two on us. I blush for you, Southend, they have a striker. "Mitchell, you can concede two goals for this kind of team, how can you be the captain?" George was not polite at all.

Mitchell King is the meritorious captain of the team. Although George has a strong personality, he also knows how to handle the relationship with them. Therefore, the relationship between George and Mitchell has always been quite good, and he has never criticized Mitchell so harshly.

"Michael, your performance is good. Your passing has improved a lot. Now the passes are not passed to your teammates, but to the opponent with one kick. This level is definitely world-class." George sneered at Ballack.

Barak was not a man of words. He blushed when he heard George's ridicule.

"Daniel, our rising star in England. Why do you really think you are Pierce, or do you think you can kick Pierce out of the left-back position in England now. Look at your performance, are you a defender? Asking people to play around, I thought when did a pig head appear in our team? "

George was even more merciless towards this player he trained first-hand.

Then George pointed at almost everyone and cursed them all. Let the depression and resentment of these days pour out.

Now no one knows what George is thinking in his heart, and George is very angry. But not angry with them, but angry with myself. Burnley has performed so well this season and has no problem getting promoted to the Super League.

But it was because of the damn car accident that what could have been a successful season turned into a failed season.

If everything goes well, George should be a Premier League coach a month later. But next season, George will lead Burnley in this annoying English League One. How could this not make George angry?

George breathed a sigh of relief and calmed himself down.

"I want to apologize to everyone first." As soon as George finished speaking, everyone looked at George inexplicably. George smiled. "If I hadn't been in a car accident, you would have been Premier League players from next season. It's all my fault, so I want to apologize to everyone first."

George's words made the players below not sure what to say.

"No, head. This is our fault. We failed to work hard and wasted a great opportunity." As the captain, Mitchell King stood up and spoke on behalf of the players.

George pressed his hand and asked Mitchell to sit down. "Okay, everyone is at fault. We just look forward and no longer care about the past. That's it for today. You all go back and have a good rest."