The coaching career started as a college team coach

"You trust Haaland so much? Didn't his father give you money?" Sailars said with a smile.

Wei Le was very serious, "His talent is visible to the naked eye, can't you see it?"

"Of course I can see it, but compared with Wilshere... that's Arsenal!"

Wei Le shook his head, "We won't be worse than Arsenal in the future. It takes time, but I have such confidence."

Sailars looked at Wei Le's face and felt the confidence of this young man. That's Arsenal, but Arsenal under Wenger!

But thinking carefully, Sailars has experienced a lot of impossibilities this year.

He thought he would definitely "inherit" Kenny Jackett's position, but this did not happen; he thought the new head coach Wei Le was just a bumpkin who knew nothing, but the facts proved his mistake; he thought Wolves would continue to wander in the lower reaches of the league for a year, but now Wolves are leading the standings.

This year passed quickly, and in this year, Sailars, a football coach who thought he had become an "old thing", also unknowingly began to accept new things.

When all the impossible things became possible in front of him, Celars also had a little more thoughts about Wei Le's bold words.

What if?

What if it really works?

"I hope I will still be your assistant coach by then." Celars smiled, he raised his own thermos cup and clinked it with Wei Le's thermos cup, "Just think of it as a toast to the future."

"That's for sure." Wei Le said seriously, "You must be my assistant coach."

Wei Le and Celars took a sip of tea in the cup together.

"Fuck, I'm going to shovel you away!" De Paul gritted his teeth and blushed.

"Then come on." Jota had no expression.

"Fly him! Fly him!" The people next to him not only did not stop the fight, but also cheered.

On the TV screen, "Fellaini" controlled by De Paul kicked and shoveled towards "Jota" controlled by Jota. "Jota" fell down, but the referee did not blow the whistle because the attack was still going on.

The ball passed by "Jota" has entered the penalty area! There, "Van der Beek" kicked the ball! The football broke through the defense of "De Gea" and flew into the goal!

"Beautiful! Jota! Well done!" Jota jumped high and shouted, as if he had scored a goal in reality. Then, he began to "accuse" De Paul of immoral sports behavior.

"If you have the ability, go on the court and fight Fellaini!"

"What's wrong?" De Paul spread his hands, "You just watch my performance in the game."

"It's you, Diogo." Van der Beek, who "scored a goal" next to him, patted Jota on the shoulder, "I'll design a celebration for you!"

"Okay, let me see what's going on?"

Van der Beek began the "non-physical performance". He first pushed the ball into the air with his right foot, as if he had scored a goal, and then ran around the sofa to simulate the process of rushing to the sidelines.

The people watching nearby consciously stepped back a few steps to leave space for Van der Beek to perform. But I didn't expect Van der Beck to sit down directly on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Jota laughed.

Van der Beck ignored Jota. He put his hands in front of his chest, posing as if he was holding a PS game controller, his fingers were still "pressing the buttons" vividly, and his eyes were focused on the front, as if there was a big screen in front of him.

"You are interesting." Jota watched Van der Beck do the last move and imitated it. Jota changed Van der Beck's posture of sitting with legs stretched out to sitting cross-legged, which is his usual posture for playing games.

"Pass the ball to me more, I can't wait to do this celebration."

"Okay, okay." De Paul and Van der Beck agreed immediately.

"Why don't you just do the same thing and sit next to us, and we'll play online games!"

"I think this will work!"

The brothers who couldn't wait to "kill" the two teams composed of substitutes and young players from the youth team in the training match arranged for the day, and passed a good ball to Jota together.

Jota broke through the goal guarded by Aikemai, and then made this celebration action directly on the side of the training ground, and others followed closely.

"Is this your "training result"?" Wei Le asked Jota with a smile.

Jota nodded proudly, "This is easier to learn than those fancy things of yours, boss."

Wei Le pretended to hit, and Jota screamed and rushed three meters away.

"That's good, it would be great to see you use this trick in the game against Manchester United."

Wei Le was very satisfied with the team's state, everyone was very relaxed, this is a good thing. Wei Le never worried that the team would underestimate Manchester United. Anyone with a normal mind would know which side Wolves had the advantage over Manchester United.

Wei Le only hoped that the players could be "neither humble nor arrogant". A good mentality is a threshold that must be crossed for an excellent team to become a strong team. These two games against Manchester United gave the Wolves players a good opportunity to exercise.

"Dear audience friends! Happy New Year!"

"I miss you so much!!!!"

27th, New Year's Eve.

On this day, the Wolves decorated with lights and red stickers everywhere.

The Wolves themselves have a strong Chinese element. The head coach, team owner and some management staff of the Wolves are all Chinese.

Although there are games to come, the Wolves still took the time to hold a banquet to celebrate the Spring Festival.

It is still afternoon in England, but it is already night in China.

I guess the night sky in China has been dyed with colorful fireworks and firecrackers at this time.

Because Wei Le spent Christmas alone, on New Year's Day, the players and the coaching staff prepared a surprise for Wei Le for the purpose of "caring for the empty-nest old Wei". They celebrated the New Year in the hotel where they stayed away from home.

Today's New Year's Eve and Spring Festival were held directly in the club under the leadership of Wei Le and the cooperation of the club.

In the training base, the players all changed into red Tang suits and decorated the room with lanterns and paper-cuts under the guidance of "professional" Wei Le.

Chairman Shi Yu also gave a big red envelope to each player and coaching staff member on behalf of the boss Guo Guangchang. The team lounge was temporarily converted into a kitchen, and Wei Le was the chef this time.

Wei Le became a cooking teacher and taught the clumsy players how to make dumplings. Wei Le stuffed a coin in a dumpling.

"Whoever eats this coin will have good luck for a year!"

The dumplings were out of the pot, and no one spoke at the table. Everyone was chewing the dumplings on their plates carefully, expecting their teeth to hit something hard.

"Hey! I got it!" Martinez's eyes lit up and he held his trophy high.

"It's you! How come you are so lucky!"

Everyone ran over to shake hands with Martin, wanting to share his good luck for the year.

Martinez was very happy to collect the coin with words he didn't recognize, and he thought it must be something rare.

But later, Wei Le revealed that it was actually just a coin worth 10 cents, so the money-loving Martinez was extremely disappointed.

"What's missing?" Wei Le looked at the jubilant scene and talked to himself.

"I know what you mean!" Shi Yu turned on the music player.

"Good luck, I wish you good luck!"

"Good luck brings joy and love!"

The infectious lyrics of "Good Luck" echoed in the room, and everyone was quickly infected by the cheerful song, and some cheerful people were already dancing to the rhythm.

"Does it feel like that?"

"Yes!" Wei Le laughed, "Chinese people still understand Chinese people."

In the "2016 Law School's Worst Football Team" group, Wei Le posted a lot of videos of him and the players having fun. Han Yang and his friends, who usually can only watch TV broadcasts, were also shocked when they saw the players who had been quite distant before "letting themselves go".

[Hai Yang: /Red envelope/Wish you good fortune and prosperity! ]

[Wei Haha: Boss is awesome! Boss, I wish you good health! ]

[Hai Yang: I just want to ask you, after receiving the red envelope, can you beat Manchester United tomorrow? ]

[Wei Haha: With Boss Han's words, I will raze Old Trafford! ]

[Yang Qi: Don't raze it, there are still Manchester United fans here. ]

[Yang Qi: Care for Manchester United fans QAQ]

[Wei Haha: Then what if I ask you to choose a team to support between Wolves and Manchester United tomorrow? ]

[Yang Qi: Wolves are awesome!!! LET’S GO WOLVES! ! ! ! 】

[Ocean: Hahahahahahaha]

When the Wolves’ bus stopped at the entrance of the player tunnel at Old Trafford, the reporters were surprised to find that the Wolves players were all smiling when they got off the bus, and some were still playing with each other.

“Aren’t you nervous?” a reporter asked.

“We are nervous, but we are more looking forward to each game than being nervous.” Wei Le waved and walked into the door of the “Theatre of Dreams”.

“Dear audience, I am very happy to be the commentator of this game. I am Martin Taylor. Sitting next to me is Lineker, a BBC sports commentator and a former professional football player in England.”

“This game is held at Old Trafford, and the two teams are Wolves and Manchester United. The starting lineup is as follows…”

Wei Le put everyoneGathering in the center of the visiting team's locker room, everyone formed a circle with their arms around each other.

"This is Old Trafford, but more people like to call it the 'Theatre of Dreams'. In the past 100 years, countless classic matches have been staged at Old Trafford. The best players and the best teams have been here and left wonderful figures."

"Everyone has the right to dream, and most people have the ability to dream, but a few people can turn their dreams into reality." Wei Le pointed at each player, "This is the Theatre of Dreams, where anything can happen. I believe we can be one of them."

"Go and show them some color!" Martinez shouted loudly.

"We are going to the finals!" Captain Coady stretched out his hand, and everyone put their hands on it, and the room became quiet.

Coady took a deep breath-

"Wolves--"

"Awesome!!!!" Everyone shouted this "mysterious slogan" from the East with the loudest voice they could. Wei Le was a little dazed, and he felt as if he had returned to the time when he led everyone to shout slogans in the law school a year ago.

Amidst the roar of the crowd, Wolves and their opponent, Manchester United, walked onto the Old Trafford lawn, and what greeted them was the roar of 70,000 fans!

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Wolves starting lineup: 4-3-3

Goalkeeper: No. 12 Emiliano Martinez

Defenders: No. 5 Ben Godfrey, No. 3 Ruben Dias, No. 26 Coady, No. 2 Doherty

Midfielders: No. 8 Rodri, No. 22 Donny van de Beek, No. 10 De Paul

Forwards: No. 17 Jota, No. 14 Erling Haaland, No. 20 Bowen.

Manchester United starting lineup: 4-3-3

Goalkeeper: No. 1 De Gea

Defenders: No. 5 Rojo, No. 4 Phil Jones, No. 12 Smalling, No. 36 Damian

Midfielders: No. 6 Paul Pogba, No. 16 Carrick, No. 27 Fellaini

Forwards: No. 19 Rashford, No. 9 Zlatan Ibrahimovic, No. 8 Mata.

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"You are so radical?" Mourinho smiled and stretched out his hand. He was talking about the Wolves' starting lineup.

"Same here." Wei Le smiled and shook Mourinho's hand.

Mourinho covered his mouth and whispered to Wei Le, "Are you really confident that you can beat Manchester United here?"

Wei Le did not answer directly, "Who wouldn't want to win?"

"You young people are so competitive, it's hard for an old man like me to deal with it!" Mourinho smiled helplessly, and he joked, "Are you interested in playing football here? You still have a lot of room for development at your age."

"I'm a goalkeeper. I'll ask De Gea if he's willing during the halftime break."

Mourinho smiled and patted Wei Le's arm. He really liked Wei Le. This kid is good at talking.

Wei Le returned to his position and took out his notebook, which clearly wrote his prediction of Manchester United's lineup.

Compared with the actual game lineup, Wei Le's own lineup was only wrong in one place, that is, he thought the left back would be Luke Shaw, but in fact Mourinho arranged Rojo.

Mata skillfully dribbled the ball in the center of the circle, and Rashford stood opposite him to fix his hairstyle. Ibrahimovic, the "Swedish God Tower" who no one would ignore, squinted his eyes and looked at the Wolves players lined up across the center line.

"Interesting."

Ibrahimovic looked at Haaland, who was about the same height as him, and the latter was not afraid of the gaze of this top player. Ibrahimovic certainly knew Haaland, and Mourinho mentioned him in the pre-match preparations.

But Mourinho made a wrong prediction. He thought that Wei Le would be more stable in this game and let Haaland be a substitute first. But Wei Le was obviously more radical. He directly pushed Haaland into the starting lineup.

"It's about one-third of what I was when I was young." Ibrahimovic commented to himself. He retracted his gaze and looked at Jonathan Moss who was checking his watch in front of him.

The 46-year-old English referee held the whistle in his mouth, watched the pointer of the watch fall on the 12 scale, took a deep breath, raised his right hand and blew the whistle!

Mata passed the ball to Rashford, who passed the ball to Ibrahimovic outside the center circle.

"With the referee's whistle, the game officially begins!"