Football's No. 1 Prodigal Son

The game was played, but the game was over.

On the sidelines, Mourinho's face suddenly darkened.

He looked at the players on the field expressionlessly, with his right hand in his windbreaker pocket.

The goal was being replayed repeatedly in the studio, and Lineker couldn't help but exclaim: "This is another beautiful team and individual performance goal. Especially Ronaldinho's lob pass, it is the finishing touch."

Alan Hansen also agreed: "This adds a lot of color to the game."

Yang Luo on the sidelines kept clapping his hands: "Boys, there is still time, you keep going!"

It seems that he is not satisfied with a draw at all!

Mourinho frowned. This assistant coach talks a lot, more than the head coach.

However, his identity was indeed extraordinary, and Tuchel did not dare to act rashly.

He sighed in his heart, fortunately Abramovich did not have this habit.

In the next few minutes, Manchester City still looked for every opportunity to attack Chelsea's goal, and Chelsea was no longer conservative and also went all out.

Obviously, both sides were not very satisfied with the draw.

And the scene was rarely lively.

In the 90th minute, Duff broke through on the right and made a cross. Distin's clearance in the penalty area was not kicked far. Thiago, who came on as a substitute, met the ball and shot it, but unfortunately the ball was slightly off.

In the 92nd minute, Messi broke through on the right and was knocked down by Bridge, and Manchester City got a free kick in the frontcourt.

Ronaldinho took the free kick, and Tony in the penalty area grabbed a header under interference, but unfortunately the ball went out of the goal.

In the end, neither side scored any more goals, and the score was fixed at one to one.

Such a result is acceptable to both sides, but they are somewhat unwilling.

However, they will not meet again this season. Even if they are unwilling, both sides can only wait for the next season to fight again.

At the press conference after the game, Tuchel still maintained his taciturn style.

Although he wanted to complain in his heart at this time, Yang Luo's request made him just a taciturn person.

Mourinho wanted to tease him a few words, but seeing his honest appearance, he suddenly lost the interest in showing his eloquence. He just said a few official words like "the opponent's performance is worthy of respect, and a draw is an acceptable result."

This made the reporters who were expecting a lot of things disappointed.

You are Mourinho, how can you treat the press conference so carelessly?

If you don't speak, what will we eat?

Mourinho seemed to see through their thoughts, and suddenly laughed, and took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Tuchel: "Look forward to our showdown next season!"

After that, he left the press conference.

Sure enough, in the newspapers of the next day, all the major newspapers only described the situation on the field, and did not mention anything about the press conference.

There is no way, there is really nothing to say.

The next night, after dinner, Yang Luo sat on the sofa and picked up today's newspaper.

He had just flown back from London today and had not had time to read today's reports.

After carefully reading these reports, he couldn't help laughing: "Mourinho is really a social genius, and he has the reporters in his hands."

Fiona said beside him: "This head coach is really different. He can attract so much attention in his first season in the Premier League."

Yang Luo looked at her with some dissatisfaction: "What do you want to do by praising others in front of me?"

Fiona smiled, crawled over from the side, and sat on Yang Luo's thigh: "But he is far worse than you! You are the most handsome in my heart!"

As she said, she held Yang Luo's face and kissed him gently.

Yang Luo's heart was warmed, and he responded to her more enthusiastically.

Fiona's body softened, and she collapsed in Yang Luo's arms.

Yang Luo opened his mouth and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Fiona trembled and shook her head subconsciously.

But then, she bit her lip and nodded slightly.

Yang Luo's heart couldn't help but beat. He held Fiona's hips with both hands and walked into the room with her in his arms.

That night...

Yang Luo's bed made regular noises for a long time.

The next morning, when Yang Luo woke up, it was already past nine in the morning.

Fiona was sleeping soundly with her arms around him as white as jade.

Yang Luo looked at her profile and couldn't help but kiss her gently.

Fiona seemed to feel something. She rubbed her face gently and hugged Yang Luo in a daze again.

Another

After half an hour, she finally woke up.

She smiled and took Yang Luo's arm: "What time is it now?"

Yang Luo smiled: "Ten o'clock."

Fiona was startled and hurriedly prepared to get up, but couldn't help but "ouch".

Yang Luo hurriedly said: "What's wrong?"

Fiona rolled her eyes at him, and her face flushed.

Yang Luo immediately understood something and hurriedly pulled her over: "Why did you get up so quickly?"

Fiona said as a matter of course: "I have to go to work! I'm late."

Yang Luo smiled: "What kind of work, my boss's wife?"

Fiona's eyes instantly curved into two crescents.

She hugged Yang Luo: "Then I'll sleep a little longer."

But Yang Luo looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and smiled: "Such good weather, should we do another morning exercise?"

Fiona rolled her eyes at him: "It still hurts..."

When they stepped out of the house again, it was already early morning two days later.

The two separated at the entrance of the club and ran to their respective posts.

Just as Yang Luo entered the office building, Bernstein came out with a smirk on his face: "It's great to be young!"

Yang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Why do you feel this way?"

Bernstein shrugged: "It's so wonderful to get up and go to work with your beloved every morning! It's a pity that I don't have this feeling at my age!"

Yang Luo knew that he was teasing him, and immediately laughed: "Weren't you also very cool when you drank with Professor Phil Johnson? I can't tell how old you are?"

Bernstein's face was bitter: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Yang Luo smiled and walked towards his office.

Bernstein behind him hurriedly caught up: "I almost forgot to talk about business."

Yang Luo stopped: "What's the matter?"

Bernstein said: "Aren't we going to play against Manchester United next? The Glazer family, a shareholder of Manchester United, wants to come to our place to watch the game. They asked David Gill to ask us for a box."

Glazer family?

Yang Luo's face became strange.

He nodded: "No problem, give them the biggest box, let them come!"

Bernstein smiled: "The boss is really generous!"

Yang Luo sneered in his heart, it's not that I'm generous, it's that I want their entire family to witness Manchester United's tragic defeat!