The coaching career started as a college team coach

"We are ahead!"

Wei Le wanted to say something bold when he heard this, but he thought about it and decided not to open champagne at halftime. Wei Le nodded excitedly, and he looked down at his watch--

There are less than 30 minutes left, and if you add injury time, it will take some time. There is still a lot of time, and it is not time to relax.

Wei Le shouted loudly to the players on the field, and Rodri turned his head when he heard his voice. The distance was too far, and Rodri could not hear what Wei Le said, but he could understand the "hands down" action that Wei Le did.

"The boss asked us to calm down, it seems so." Edwards came over and had a brief exchange with Rodri.

"Keep playing like this, we should focus on stability and never rush." ​​At this time, right back Doherty brought back Wei Le's original words, and the two midfielders smiled at each other, which was almost what they thought.

Staring at the Wolves players who were talking and laughing and slowly walking back to their own half, Steven Davis panted and tightened the captain's armband on his arm.

He was too tired, too tired.

He was 32 years old and was no longer the wind-chasing boy of Glasgow Rangers. Standing on the Wembley field, his excitement had long disappeared, and only the pain in his body kept him awake, but this made it difficult for him to think.

"How to play next?" Romeu frowned and walked over and asked his captain.

This is a routine question, and in theory it is not a particularly difficult question. As the core of the organization, Steven Davis spoke subconsciously, but suddenly, he stopped again.

Because he didn't know what to say.

Now, he didn't know how to play.

He was a little desperate, he wanted to win this championship.

Steven Davis suddenly felt guilty, because with his ability to read the game, it was not difficult to study the tactics against the opponent, but now, he was powerless.

"We still have to attack." Steven Davis couldn't show his powerlessness in public, so he pretended to be calm.

But could Romeu not see his current mentality? Romeu sighed, patted Steven Davis on the shoulder, and said nothing more.

The two of them looked at the coaching seats on the sidelines at the same time. The first thing they saw was Wei Le standing in the technical area with confidence, giving instructions to Doherty. Then, their eyes turned to them, what was their head coach Pierre doing?

They couldn't even find Pierre for a while, because Pierre was now huddled in a seat in the shed on the bench, looking sad.

"He's not much more sober than us." Romeu sighed.

Steven Davis didn't reply, but seeing his head coach looking like he had "surrendered", he only felt more powerless.

This head coach who couldn't even speak English very well didn't really bring any changes to the team.

How should they deal with their oppression? Is it really only possible to kick a high ball? Is it really impossible to penetrate the middle?

But he was not facing a Premier League team, but a team from the Championship League! They might become a Premier League team next year, but...

Steven Davis felt as if he was facing teams like Manchester City and Liverpool. He had an unrealistic idea that maybe Wolves could really become a team of Manchester City and Liverpool's level in a few years?

He quickly put his wild thoughts behind him because the game was about to start.

Since the French coach could not be relied on, Steven Davis just wanted to do what they could do well. He turned around and shouted at his players, asking them to hurry up and get out of the goal.

But his teammates were more or less panicked.

The noise at Wembley Stadium was not at the same level as St. Mary's Stadium. The more they wanted to ignore these voices, the more they couldn't do it. They kept repeating to themselves "It doesn't matter", but at the same time, their reason told them "This is the final, there is no chance".

Perhaps this was the lack of experience in the finals. Seeing his teammates distracted, Steven Davis stopped shouting. Perhaps when the game started, they would not have time to think so much.

In the 63rd minute of the game, Southampton finally attacked the front court after the restart, and Walter Prowse drew his bow and shot an arrow outside the penalty area!

Walter Prowse's free kick and corner kick skills are very strong, and his long-range shooting skills are also very strong. His shot bypassed Coady's head and went to the far corner!

But the next second!

Martinez rushed out like a cheetah, and slapped the ball out of the baseline with both hands! His side-diving posture was veryStretching, Walter Prowse covered his face in some pain.

This was a good opportunity, and he played well, but their goalkeeper was amazing!

This attack was Southampton's best chance in the past 20 minutes. After that, they didn't get another chance to shoot until the end of the game.

The Wolves players surrounded several Southampton players as if they were doing passing training in the midfield. The Southampton players used up all their strength, exhausted, and couldn't really control the ball under their feet.

89th minute!

Time passed by, the game was about to end, and Southampton regrouped and launched another offensive. They took advantage of the gap between the Wolves' attacks to grab the ball, and then Steven Davis passed the ball forward to find the left midfielder Raymond.

"Hold it, hold it!" Todd stood in the stands of Wembley Stadium and shouted heartbreakingly. His son stood beside him, not speaking, but biting his collar tightly and staring at every move on the court.

Jack Pierce, who was substituted in the 70th minute, had to foul Raymond. Raymond screamed and was pushed to the ground. The referee awarded a free kick and gave Pierce a yellow card.

This free kick was still some distance from the goal, but it was probably within the range of Walter Prowse.

"This free kick may be a chance for Southampton players to equalize the score. This may be the final turning point." Martin Taylor widened his eyes, not wanting to miss anything that happened on the field, and Lineker didn't care about the commentary. He stared at Walter Prowse.

"It's okay." After arranging the wall, Martinez gave a thumbs up to Ruben Dias who looked back at him with some concern, "Ruben, don't think too much! I'm in a very good state today, didn't I say so?"

Ruben Dias nodded heavily after hearing what Martinez said. He stood in the wall and stared at Walter Prowse who was adjusting his breathing in front of him.

Walter Prowse was the natural shooter. No one stood beside him, and no one covered him. Everyone knew that it was Walter Prowse who was going to shoot.

The referee blew the whistle.

Walter Prowse started running up with small steps.

His last step was very big, and his body was tilted, even close to 45 degrees to the ground! And the next second, he kicked the football with his right foot, and his whole body "bounced" up!

This is Walter Prowse's unique shooting method! And his shooting speed was very fast, rushing towards the near corner of the goal! Ruben Dias jumped high, but he couldn't touch the ball. He watched the ball pass by his head and go straight to the goal!

Could it be?

Ruben Dias looked back and saw it!

Martinez flew up! !

One punch! Hit the ball out!

"Fuck! Superman!" Ruben Dias couldn't help shouting.

This ball was missed! Southampton missed the best chance!!! The goalkeeper was amazing!!!