The coaching career started as a college team coach

"Martinez saved the ball!!!" Lineker shouted, "Wat Prowse's kick was high quality, the ball flew over the wall and hit the goal!"

"The ball had a very large arc, a good angle, and a very tricky landing point. Everyone thought the ball was going to go in, but Martinez said, 'No, I don't agree!'"

In the replay of the TV broadcast, Martinez suddenly stepped on the ground and flew up! His movement stretched, almost expanding his defensive area to the maximum! Then, the ball hit Martinez's hand, or rather, Martinez slapped the ball out with one palm!

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon!" Han Yang in China suddenly thought of this move.

After Martinez landed, he confirmed that the ball was out of bounds, and he and Ruben Dias shook hands.

"Awesome!"

Martinez grinned when he heard Ruben Dias' praise and pointed to the corner flag area. Walter Prowse had already walked over to prepare for a corner kick. "Time, time is running out. We must defend it!"

"Definitely! We will definitely defend it!" Ruben Dias nodded heavily.

The corner kick was taken. This time Walter Prowse was too tired. The corner kick went straight into the air and flew out of the bottom line. Walter Prowse saw that the ball went straight out of the bottom line and knelt on the ground.

He really couldn't get up. Veteran Steven Davis stood outside the penalty area with his hands on his waist, panting. He hadn't fallen down yet, but his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead - he remembered that he was 32 years old and was already a veteran.

Time passed by minute by minute. Goalkeeper Martinez was facing the big screen of Wembley Stadium, and he glanced at it from time to time. He watched the time cross 90 minutes, and then 91 minutes.

92 minutes.

"Just control the ball! Just control the ball!" Wei Le shouted loudly. The Wolves players on the field kept the ball firmly under their feet, and the back line was passing it back and forth, leaving no chance for the opponent.

Now the Southampton players didn't even press hard, perhaps they also knew that the game was actually over.

When the time passed the 93rd minute, Todd held his breath and closed his eyes. Like him, I don't know how many Wolves fans did the same thing, they were looking forward to the arrival of the last moment.

"I've waited too long..." Todd whispered. Todd's son turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

Todd didn't answer, didn't open his eyes, just shook his head. His son could see tears flashing in the corners of Todd's eyes. So the son put his hand on Todd's shoulder and gently patted his father's already somewhat hunched back.

Wei Le suddenly realized something.

This won't be my first championship!

It's unreal, but it's coming! ! !

The sound of the entire stadium suddenly seemed to be much quieter, as if everyone was waiting for a moment, waiting...

Beep-beep-beep--

The referee of this game, Andre Marina, pointed his hands to the center circle and blew three long whistles. At this moment, Todd couldn't hold back his tears and let them flow down.

This sturdy man covered his face with his hands.

"I've waited too long, too long..."

Men don't shed tears easily? No, at this time, you can't force anyone to control their emotions.

He was not alone, because there were nearly 40,000 Wolves fans standing beside him and witnessing this historic moment with him at Wembley Stadium. I don't know which fan next to him hugged him, and then Todd shook off a few tears, grinned and laughed with the fan.

They sang, danced, waved flags, and shouted the names of every player and coach!

Champion! Wolves and the championship are too far apart! No one would even associate it with "champion"! But this year's League Cup championship trophy is being engraved with the name of Wolves!

When the first long whistle was blown, the Wolves players on the bench had already rushed into the stadium. No one would punish them for not following the rules, because everyone knew that this was the celebration moment for Wolves!

Wei Le stood there, his legs were shaking, he could feel the ground was really shaking! A few seconds later, he was hugged by his excited assistants!

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" Celars kept repeating this sentence.

The players on the field hugged each other, and some of them couldn't support themselves and lay on the ground. Jota lay on the ground, he looked at the sky that had darkened, and it was rare that there were no clouds in the sky. The chilly spring wind sobered up the wine, but Jota didn't feel the cold at all.

He could feel himselfHis blood is burning.

When he boarded the plane from Madrid to London, Jota didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Integrate into a team, score goals, assist, and then win.

It all went so smoothly, so smoothly that it felt unreal. He suspected many times that he was dreaming, but even if it was a dream, let this dream be perfect!

Bowen came over and lay down beside him. The two of them were here, in the hustle and bustle, with the ground as a bed, quietly looking at the sky.

The award ceremony at Wembley Stadium was held on the rostrum, not in the stadium like other stadiums. While the staff set up the scene, the Wolves players could stay in the venue to celebrate.

"Exchange jerseys?" Steven Davis found Rodri. He stumbled with Spanish words. Rodri reacted and answered in English with some entanglement, "It's not that I don't want to exchange jerseys with you, but..."

He pointed to his jersey, a little embarrassed, "This is my first professional league championship, I want to keep this jersey."

Steven Davis suddenly realized, he smiled, and didn't care, "Then you take my jersey, okay? Just think of it as a blessing from a veteran."

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Rodri took Davis's jersey, put it on his shoulders, and thanked him. Davis just looked at this Spaniard who was much taller than him and had a burly figure. After a long while, he nodded.

"Come on." Davis patted Rodri's shoulder, smiled freely, and turned away. Watching his back walk away, Rodri was also quite emotional.

"Did the Wolves have a crush on you?" Steven Davis asked Walter Prowse with a smile. Walter Prowse thought about it and nodded, "It seems so, but in the end the team and I both refused."

"Do you regret it?"

"Not too much." Walter Prowse shook his head.

Steven Davis knew the thoughts of this kid who grew up in Southampton, and smiled and shook his head, "Okay. How far Southampton can go in the future depends on you."

Walter Prowse nodded firmly. He looked at the captain's armband in Steven Davis's hand and retracted his gaze.

"Don't look at it, it will be yours sooner or later." Steven Davis stuffed the captain's armband directly into Walter Prowse's hand. Walter Prowse did not refuse, but just held the armband tightly. The two stood side by side, looking at the Wolves players who were celebrating in the distance.

"Being young is good." Steven Davis said to himself.

Seeing the 22-year-old Walter Prowse looking at him with doubt, the Southampton captain smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing."