Coaching legend

Chapter 92 The True Champion (Please collect)

When the referee's whistle sounded, the entire city of Burnley was immersed in joy. Burnley fans who were unable to go to London gathered in the large and small bars in Burnley City. Many of them have limited family conditions.

A trip to London, plus tickets for the League Cup final, is a very heavy burden for many Burnley citizens. Therefore, 30,000 Burnley fans came to the scene, and nearly 60,000 stayed at Burnley.

But whether they are fans who come to the scene or fans who stay at home, their feelings for Burnley are the same.

There is only one club in the city, Burnley, although Burnley is also a club with a long history. But it has been in decline for a long time, and many people have never seen Burnley win any championships. Winning the League Cup this time is as grand an event as the Premier League club winning the Champions League for Burnley, who long for the championship.

So in Burnley, in pubs, in cars, at home, they were chanting.

"Champions! Champions! We are the champions!!!"

"Long live Burnley!!!"

Many people have cried. They never thought that Burnley would have such an opportunity. Burnley could also win a national cup championship such as the League Cup, something they had never even dreamed of.

Burnley is struggling in England's lower leagues and can never see the moment in the future, which seems to be right in front of them. But now Burnley has become the League Cup champion! All Burnley people couldn't help wiping tears from their eyes.

Burnley's players were like crazy, running and cheering on the pitch. Seeing that Burnley players and fans were overly excited, Chelsea fans curled their lips. I laughed at Burnley in my heart. They are just the most insignificant League Cup champion in English football, so they are happy like this. What a bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world!

But at this time, the Burnley players had no time to worry about this, because they were already surrounded by a group of reporters.

As the youngest head coach among English professional clubs who led Burnley to the League Cup, George is followed by the most reporters. George has led Burnley games over the years and is used to reporters. But today the number of journalists is the largest.

"Coach Levi, Coach Levi, please accept an interview."

"Coach Levi, how does it feel to win the championship?"

George replied with a smile as he walked away. "Look at my expression now, what do you think my expression is like?" George pointed at himself and laughed. "It's great. Only now do I know how great it is to win the championship."

As George walked, he shouted in his heart, I am also a fucking championship coach now.

Although it is only a small League Cup championship, this is a real championship. Although they also won a League Two championship the year before last, they couldn't win the League Two championship at all. Even if he wins the English League One Championship this year, it won't be of much use in George's resume.

But the League Cup champion is different. No matter how low its status is in England, the League Cup is still a national cup competition in England. The winner of the League Cup can participate in next year's UEFA Cup.

Burnley was on my hands, revitalized. I will lead Burnley to win more championships!

Wherever George went, those reporters followed. George saw that Mitchell's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had just cried. So I went up and beat Mitchell.

"Mitchell, you are so embarrassed. Why are you crying? You should be happy. We are the champions!"

Mitchell stood up and also patted George. "Who said I was crying? Something blurred my eyes just now."

"Look at the lame excuse you made. Mitchell, don't forget, you are the first captain in Burnley's history to lead the team to win the League Cup." The scene was so noisy that George could only raise his voice. , speak loudly.

Hearing what George said, Mitchell's eyes turned redder. "I feel so lucky George. Shit, why didn't you become the manager of the club sooner."

"Be aware of the impact, Mitchell. You are the captain and you represent the face of Burnley."

"I learned this all from you!"

"Hahahaha, Mitchell. Come and help me in the future. If the two of us work together, Burnley will win more and more championships!" After saying that, George and Mitchell hugged deeply.

"Hey, Mitchell. Look, if you don't set a good example for them, that kid Daniel is squatting there and crying. The Daniel I want to train is not a crying captain!"

Mitchell looked behind him and saw Daniel crouching behind. So I shook my head.

George walked over and kicked Daniel who was squatting there. "Daniel, everyone else is celebrating. What are you doing squatting here?"

"Head?" Daniel was stunned at first, and then he saw it was George and a large group of reporters following him. So he stretched out his head and whispered in George's ear: "Head, I'm going to take away a small piece of lawn from Wembley Stadium and take it back as a souvenir!"

Looking at the smiling Daniel, George simply couldn't laugh or cry. Only then did I realize that there was a bald spot where Daniel had just squatted. Although it was a small part, it was still very obvious on a green field.

If this was filmed, Daniel would definitely be asked to compensate.

"You are such a country bumpkin who has never seen the world!" George increased his strength and kicked Daniel hard. "You kid, you'd better pray that no one sees it, otherwise I don't think you'll get any compensation?"

"Tsk, boss. Isn't this your first time to win an important championship?" Daniel didn't care about George.

"Smelly boy, why are you so proud after winning a championship?"

"How can that be, boss? I admire you so much..."

"Enough, Daniel." George couldn't do anything about Daniel's frivolous smile. But he was definitely in a good mood.

Soon, the Burnley players gathered again and faced the stands where the Burnley fans were. When they ran to the edge of the court, they collectively swooped down and slid on the ground.

Most of the Chelsea fans at Wembley Stadium had already left. Seeing the actions of the Burnley players, 30,000 Burnley fans cheered deafeningly.

The Burnley players also followed George and applauded the Burnley fans.

After doing this, the players entered the locker room one by one. George also followed in. Looking at the excited players, George's pride increased greatly. These players were his own soldiers, and they won the first championship for him.

"Guys, how does it feel to be a champion?"

"Great!!!"

"How does it feel to beat Chelsea?"

"Great!!!"

The atmosphere in the Burnley dressing room is getting more and more heated, and the players are getting more and more excited.

"I said that one of our goals this season is to win the League Cup. I was right, wasn't I?"

"No, we believe in the boss!" Mitchell shouted. Just like when he was in his twenties, Mitchell suddenly felt how good it would be if he was a few years younger.

"We believe in the boss!!!"

"Well, we are a team with great ambitions at Burnley. The League Cup is just an appetizer. We will have more opportunities to win championships in the future. By then, we will not only win the domestic championship in England, but also win the championship in Europe. Do you have confidence?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!"

Everyone present was excited. Evan was watching George from the side. The more he followed George, the more he felt he learned.

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