Super Coach

387 stay, don't go!

To the south of Manchester, 8 km from the airport, there is a country resort hotel called Mortramhall.

The most famous here is the golf course, and it is also the favorite place for countless Manchester United players, because they always come here to relax during games, play golf, tennis, squash, and even practice archery.

This hotel is also a gathering place for countless young girls and tangzai teams. The former likes to hook up the big stars of the two teams in Manchester, while the latter likes to hide in the dark, recording how these female noses are. Be hooked.

But tonight, this four-star hotel belongs to a category of people, Inter Milan!

Moratti's handwriting this time is not small, directly packaged a four-star hotel built in a Georgian manor, as a banquet hall for Inter Milan up and down celebration, only Inter Milan up and down, family, and back Only the VIPs invited by the music return club can participate in this banquet after winning the championship.

Moratti and Inter Milan executives all attended this banquet, among them Moratti and Yang Cheng even cut the blue and black cake symbolizing the fruits of victory, and then let everyone present Eat, enjoy the sweetness of the championship, let them all share the fruits of victory with the team.

Countless reporters gathered outside. They followed the team to the hotel after the award ceremony at Old Trafford Stadium, but they were refused entry, which is why Inter Milan chose this place.

There is no doubt that Yang Cheng is the protagonist of this banquet.

Florentino found one, excused him and talked to Yang Cheng, and once again talked about coaching Real Madrid. This time he showed a higher sincerity, that is, he could give Yang Cheng a part of the transfer power, However, Yang Cheng still refused Real Madrid's invitation.

"I still have that sentence, Bosque is the most suitable coach for Real Madrid!" This is his advice to Florentino, but obviously, the latter did not listen at all.

Afterwards, some people came one after another. Yang Cheng walked out of the hall with some annoyance.

The hotel can be said to have completely preserved the flavors of the previous Georgian era. The woodland, trees and country trails are very charming. As soon as you walk out of the house, you can feel the coolness of the countryside at night, but with a fragrant atmosphere. The whole person couldn't help feeling frightened.

There is a small river in the south of Zhaiyu. In the middle of the island is a small island filled with trees. There is a wooden pavilion on the island. You can take a canoe from the shore to the small island of Suzhong.

Yang Cheng walked slowly along the lake, breathing the fresh air around him. The whole person did not feel tired at night, but felt very energetic and excited.

The sky in England is always grey, so it rains anytime, anywhere, but the hotel arranges non-glare lights in appropriate places, which will not break the surrounding atmosphere of the surrounding countries, and allow people to see the road and the surrounding clearly View.

Sitting on the grass in the hatchery, Yang Cheng looked at the wooden pavilion in the distance in a daze until he felt that someone was approaching.

Turning his head, he saw Chetty came over and smiled slightly.

"Did you drink a lot of wine, Jia Qinto?" Yang Cheng asked.

Chetty shook her head and sat down next to Yang Cheng. "I have been listening to you recently. I'm getting less and less drinking and coffee. Healthy eating."

Yang Cheng smiled, faintly, he could guess Chetty's intention.

The European Champions Cup was won, and the Italian Cup was ten in a row. The Triple Crown is almost a foregone conclusion, and everyone should start to care about Yang Cheng's stay.

Last season, the whole world was so noisy, and now of course it is no exception.

After all, Yang Cheng's appeal in the media today will not be lost to any star in the world. His job-hopping rumors can even be said to attract the attention of the media all over the world.

"Masimo didn't dare to speak for himself, so it was only me!" Chetty finally spoke.

Yang Cheng nodded. Moratti sometimes had a very weak relationship. He always told people that he regarded Yang Cheng as his son, and Yang Cheng treated him the same way. Deep, so he was afraid of being rejected.

"Stay, don't leave!" Chetty was full of hope.

"Troncetti just talked with Massimo, you are willing to stay, he is willing to personally increase your annual salary of 0 million euros, and at the same time give you a fund to operate in the transfer market, and ... . "

Chetty also wanted to say more about the sincerity of Inter Milan, but Yang Cheng reached out and interrupted him.

"You know, Jia Qinto, you know why I left!" Yang Cheng said.

Chetty smiled bitterly.

Sometimes he thinks about it, but hopes that Yang Cheng is a greedy guy who forgets his fortunes, so that at least he will give people a chance to start, and he knows how to keep him, but he is like this now. One win.

He will be a very, very worthy friend, but he is a negotiating object that any businessman hates. At least you can't guess what he wants, because a businessman never only knows how to measure value and benefits.

So people like Florentino will not understand Yang Cheng's thoughts.

The whole world is eager to go to Real Madrid, why did he refuse to go?

But Patti knew, so he didn't blame Yang Cheng for even half a sentence.

"Serie A is slowly getting better, and Berlusconi can't do the whole thing for a lifetime. When he returns to the stage and his competitors go up, he must repay all the debts he owes now." Chetty also wants to persuade .

But Yang Cheng shook his head, "Do you know? Jia Qinto, sometimes I dig into it, why did the Serie A that I hate become like this? What did I finally conclude, do you know?"

Chetty shook her head.

"It's because football here involves too much political governance!" Yang Cheng felt that ‘Serie A is extremely rough.

"I have never had the luxury of being like a child. Football is pure. Football is not pure from the beginning, because all fans put too much expectation and burden on it. I just hope that football Things can be solved by the rules of football. "

After a pause, he said: "As I often say, ac Milan fans hate me, okay, I don't exclude them from hating me, they want revenge, what do they want, I welcome, you have the ability to be there If you beat me on the football field, you can win me, but you have the ability, but if you can only rely on some means and some off-site moves, even if you can beat me, I will not feel that I lost because from the beginning, They have lost! "

"I'm just a head coach, Jia Qinto!" Yang Cheng smiled and patted Chetty on the shoulder.

The great left-back of Italy took a deep look at Yang Cheng and couldn't help but admit that since he began to take charge of Inter Milan, he has taken on too many burdens and responsibilities. The support given is very small.

But in the past four years, he has done a lot for Inter Milan, so that Inter Milan is at least qualified to stand on the same starting line with the opponent, and even better than the opponent psychologically.

The Triple Crown is undoubtedly the pinnacle that Inter Milan can achieve. Yang Cheng can say that he has fulfilled his old promise. At this time, choosing the rapids to retreat bravely can be said to be the most ideal result. It can not only relieve the burden of the body, but also put His best side came to an abrupt end, so that fans would remember it in the future and only remember the best and most brilliant side.

To put it another way, is Yang Cheng choosing to leave, isn't it a manifestation of courage?

Finally, such an excellent lineup has been established. If you leave, how many people can do it?

"Really there is no room for retention?" Chetty asked.

Yang Cheng shook his head without answering, but the meaning was very obvious.

Chetty sighed. He believed Yang Cheng. Now all the rumors about him are false. He has certainly not reached any agreement with anyone yet, but his heart is very firm, and no one can keep it. .

"The fans over there ..."

Yang Cheng nodded, "I will speak for myself in a few days!"

After a pause, he smiled and said: "They must be very happy now, and they should be allowed to keep this joy for a few more days."

Chetty didn't say more. Yang Cheng had already prepared everything. What else could he say?

After sending off Chetty, Yang Cheng still didn't get up, and then he lay on the soft grass, looking up at the sky.

Although he hasn't decided where he is going even now, he is not worried at all.

Today, Yang Cheng is no longer the one who arrived at the beginning of the year. He is now a flag of shame, and he does n’t need to worry about whether he will have nowhere to go, because he pursues a lot of clubs and he chooses.

Of course, if there is really no right, he is willing to give himself a vacation.

From the beginning of 1995 to the present, for 8 years, he has been running back and forth for 8 years, always busy, and has never been good, completely relaxed, if he is looking for If he did n’t get a good team, he would simply take a vacation for himself, would n’t it be better?

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but think of his son in Australia, he has a son!

The thought came together, and he couldn't help laughing.

"What's so funny?" Canaris didn't know where it came from. She thought she was discovered by Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng really didn't find her, it was just a coincidence, but he smiled pretendingly, "I am laughing at some people, timid as a rat, but always thinking about scaring."

Canales glared at him, but under the grey light, it was not clear.

She sat down directly and then lay down beside Yang Cheng.

It was very dark around, everyone gathered back to gather in the house to celebrate and drink, who would come out right here?

Yang Cheng previously announced that today the team will be on holiday completely tomorrow, players can do whatever they want, he will not interfere.

From time to time, some people's shouts came from Zhai Yu, and they spread very far in the silent night, especially obvious.

"Are you leaving?" Canaris turned her head and saw Yang Chengru die to the side.

Yang Cheng nodded without answering.

"Where are you going?" Canaris asked again.

Yang Cheng shook his head, "I don't know." But there was no confusion in the tone, only randomness.

Canales bit her lip lightly and lay down again. "Will you come back?"

Yang Cheng was silent. After he left Inter Milan, he was almost certain that he would not return to this club.

For a long time, there was no response, Canaris asked sadly: "Is there no one in Milan that is worth your nostalgia?"

This dull dumb boy suddenly realized that she said this, she could n’t help but reach out and grabbed her gently, gently grasping, “I ’ll leave the one on the shore of Lake Como Villa, I like it very much. I will come back to live as soon as I have time. "

After a pause, Yang Cheng smiled, "When I get old one day and retire, I will be there to support the elderly."

He really likes Lake Como and likes the scenery there. He has planned it and usually lives on Lake Como. In winter, he goes to an Australian farm to avoid the winter, just like an emperor.

Yang Cheng grabbed his hand, and Canalis couldn't help but lay close to him for a while when she was sweet and honey, but she said deliberately in her mouth: "Then you have to come often, otherwise ...

"Otherwise?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.

"Otherwise I'm afraid I'll be intolerant of loneliness and find another man!" Canaris giggled.

Yang Cheng said indifferently, "If you feel that this is more happy, then go!"

Canales immediately gave him a slap in the air, apparently unhappy with him saying, "Don't you know how to say a few words of your own style and coax people?"

Yang Cheng smiled, "Don't you want me to say oops, no, you can't stand loneliness, you have to be patient, you are my woman, you can't do everything in your life, like this?"

Canales saw him speak so straightforwardly, and so annoying that he almost didn't beat the bastard.

She propped herself up and looked down at Yang Cheng. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dark space, "In short, I'm waiting for you in Milan. If you don't come too long, I'll go find you, I ’ll chase wherever you go, do n’t you want to get rid of me in this life, you know? "

Yang Cheng's heart warmed when he heard it, but he pretended to be as if he was cold all over, and he couldn't help dumb, "Wow, it's so nasty!"

Canales was teased and smiled back and forth, but he pulled his face hard, let him look directly at him, then slowly lowered his head, gently kissed his mouth, and the whole person stuck to him Body.

After a fierce round of fierce kiss, both of them seemed to be emotional, Yang Cheng put both hands into her sexually reminiscent evening dress, and after a round of palming, the Italian goddess of seams suddenly They have been back to panting again and again.

"Talk!" Yang Cheng's **** actually stopped at a critical time.

"Well?" Canaris looked at him mournfully.

"Let's go to the island!" Yang Cheng smiled like a thief.

Canalis first blushed. She hadn't really tried to work in such a place where the ground was a bed. She was a little repulsive in her heart, but she felt nostalgic and nodded.

The two of them suddenly got up from the grass and walked back to the canoe parked on the lake.

Bang Bang Bang

Yang Cheng heard the knock on the door, confused, raised his head, squinted and looked at the door, did not open, fortunately, otherwise Chunguang vented back, but he quickly buried his head in Songhui Continue to sleep on the soft pillow.

Bang Bang Bang

"Why" Yang Cheng said aloud.

"Time is up, it's time to get up!" Paul shouted from outside.

"I'll go back to your fairy board!" Yang Cheng leaned back and said aloud, "Got it!"

Climbing up from the bed back, the whole person still felt backache and backache, the taste of this wild battle was really uncomfortable, although the spurs were back, but ...

In short, physical work!

"Hey, you said, why did the boss go all night last night?"

In Zhaiyu's restaurant, Ronaldo smiled lasciviously and asked his teammates around him.

"He didn't seem to come back until dawn!" Nedved remembered clearly.

"I heard that many guests like to hook up with these beautiful women's service waiters in the hotel. Guess if they will ..." Ronaldo did not say so, but everyone heard it.

The most **** thing is that this group of guys nodded vigorously.

"Normal, the heads are all in their thirties. The poorest man in a man is a person without a partner ..." Nesta, who was very kind and considerate, gave consideration but was interrupted by Ronaldo.

"Alessandro, pay attention, it's a sexual partner ..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Canaris, who was in the same restaurant as the Inter players but was eating at a different table, was blushing. She didn't dare to say a word, for fear that Lu would come back.

I heard Yang Cheng coughed deliberately, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone was like a male duck with a broken neck.

"Are you funny?" Yang Cheng sat casually in his place and picked up and ate.

After so long physical work, hunger is normal.

"Well?" Yang Cheng looked at Ronaldo.

The Brazilian immediately shy his face, hehe smiled and said: "Not funny, boss, I told them not to laugh anymore, this group of **** said that people gossip right and wrong, no shame!" This guy said so much Filled with shame.

Everyone burst into laughter, scolding Ronaldo one by one, and felt that the most shameless is this bastard.

Yang Cheng couldn't help but laugh, although they like to **** on weekdays, in fact everyone respects Yang Cheng very much, they are usually fooling around, but once they get serious, they all change one by one. Be very serious.

"Okay, sit down and eat quickly, we have to catch the plane back!" Yang Cheng scolded with a smile.

Ronaldo knew it was over and immediately sat back in his place. When he just grabbed a piece of toast bread covered with jam and put it in his mouth to take a bite, Yang Cheng went on.

"In the next few days, Ronaldo doubled the amount of training, Paul, write him down!"

Ronaldo chewed the face of the toast and the big eyes, like the sky in Cheshire, gray and full of despair.

On the contrary, the Inter Milan players around all of them cheered.

"Ten thousand years old!"

"Head wise!"

Everyone followed, and only Ronaldo shook his head unceasingly. How could he eat breakfast!