The coaching career started as a college team coach

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#Congratulations, the champion coach of the English Championship League!

"Wuhu!!!!" Wei Le felt that he was hit from behind and almost fell forward to the ground, and then a hand supported him.

Jota pulled Wei Le up, "It's okay, boss!"

"It's okay!" Wei Le smiled, he patted Jota on the back and pushed Jota onto the court. Others followed closely, they rushed to the court and hugged the teammates closest to them within their sight.

As soon as Wei Le turned around, he was hugged by Celars and others.

"Champion!" Celars actually had tears in his eyes, and he said loudly with excitement.

"Yes, champion!" Physical coach Sergio Perez nodded. He usually didn't smile, but at this time his face was filled with a happy smile.

"Champion!" Jota screamed and rushed towards Bowen, who opened his arms and also shouted loudly: "Champion!"

The two attacking players hugged each other.

"Champion!" The 16-year-old duo also rushed towards each other. This time, Haaland directly lifted Gibbs White up. After all, there was a height difference, and Haaland was like holding a child.

At the reminder of captain Coady, the Wolves players finally suppressed their inner ecstasy temporarily - they still had to greet their opponents and the referee.

"Sorry, we are too excited." Coady smiled and shook hands with the captain of the opponent, center back Mulgrew.

Mulgrew smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I understand. Congratulations."

"Good luck to you to stay in the league!" Martin, who followed closely, wished the opposite goalkeeper David Raya, and the two of them bumped fists.

After the last players shook hands with each other, everyone burst into cheers again. Now, it's time to celebrate!

Molineux Stadium was almost boiling, all the Wolves fans were jumping and shouting, they held up their mobile phones to record these happy moments.

Even if the two people who had never met before, they became best friends at this time. They were arm in arm, jumping and venting their excitement.

Kenny Jackett looked at the blocked stadium passage helplessly. It seemed that he would not be able to get out in a short time. He smiled and clapped his hands with the fans in the next seat. In this case, let's enjoy it.

"Mr. Jackett! Are you happy?" The fan in the next seat must have recognized the former head coach, and he asked with a smile.

Jackett nodded with a smile and said, "Very happy!"

The fan laughed, "To be honest, I'm really surprised that you can come to watch the game. I thought you wouldn't be a fan of Wolves!"

"This is my own team, I must come to see it!" Jackett said loudly, and then he proudly added, "What's more, I am a fan of Wei!"

"Ah, no wonder, he turned out to be a member of your coaching staff!"

That's not right! Jacket smiled but said nothing. It was he who asked him to recommend himself. Otherwise, where would the Wolves head coach Wei Le be?

"Dad, enjoy this moment!" The youngest son pulled his father up from the sofa, and the three of them stood and watched the grand scene in the stadium on TV.

Todd opened his mouth, but said nothing. Two lines of tears slid down the cheeks of this strong father. At this moment, Todd was just a fan of the Wolves.

Todd took the tissue handed over by his eldest son, took a deep breath, and then shouted with the loudest voice he could -

"Let's go wolves!!!"

It was as if he was in the stands of Molineux Stadium now!

The stands of Molineux Stadium had formed a storm, and the howling wind and the waves of joy hit the football field in the middle.

I don't know which excited fan had the idea first, he crossed the billboard and flipped directly into the stadium! The security guards failed to stop him, or didn’t want to stop him, and his heroic charge made more people rush up!

"Be careful, be safe!"

As more and more people were about to cross the railing, the security guards found that blocking was not as good as easing, so they directly knocked down part of the billboard so that everyone could walk directly onto the court!

The away players have returned to the locker room. For safety reasons, they moved very quickly. Although there is no grudge between the two sides, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Wei Le took the phone from the locker room and saw it as soon as he went out-

Damn, why are there so many people!

The court has been filled with yellow, and the yellow ocean finally covered this green island. The fans raised their phones to take photos with Wei Le,Some held pens to ask for autographs.

Wei Le satisfied them one by one, and he squeezed into the middle of the field, trying to find his players.

When he looked up, he saw Jota grinning and laughing. Why did he look up?

Because Jota had been lifted up by the fans! Jota was topless, with his jersey tied around his waist, and it was obvious that the action was very indecent.

Jota lowered his head and saw Wei Le.

"Come down!" Wei Le pointed to the ground, and Jota understood and quickly communicated with the fans below to put him down.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Can you lift me up? I want to take a photo." Wei Le waved his phone. As a result, Jota's eyes lit up as if he had triggered a keyword!

"Really, don't regret it, wait here!" After saying that, Jota squeezed out of the crowd.

Wei Le had a bad premonition. He originally hoped that Jota could lift him up and he could just take a photo, but now it seems that things are not going to end well.

Wei Le felt a pair of big hands clamping his arms, and then he heard Haaland's grin.

"Boss, I heard you want us to lift you up?"

Damn! I misunderstood!

Wei Le was about to explain, and another hand came up immediately. One person held one leg, Jota stood behind to direct, and then Wei Le got on the elevator!

"Hey hey hey!!!"

Wei Le was now standing at the highest point of the crowd. At Jota's signal, he sat down directly. Now everyone was carrying him together. The fans were also attracted by this scene. Everyone came over and dragged Wei Le in the air with one hand.

Wei Le took out his mobile phone and shouted to the surroundings: "Look at the camera!"

Everyone looked over together, and then Wei Le turned on the selfie mode and took a selfie of himself and all the fans in 360 degrees. Everyone was very enthusiastic and raised their hands to signal Wei Le.

Han Yang's mobile phone lit up for a short time again.

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[Wei Haha: [Video]]

In the video, Wei Le was in a high place, with a crowd of people in front and behind him. Fans waved to Wei Le's mobile phone screen, scrambling to get into Wei Le's camera.

Wei Le's face was filled with a happy and bright smile.

What he said in Chinese to the person thousands of kilometers away was recorded by the microphone of the mobile phone, and then traveled thousands of miles to the capital of China. Amid the noise, Wei Le's voice was still very clear.

"Han Yang! I'm on the lawn of Molineux Stadium now! 3-0, we are the champions of the English Championship!"

"This is what I dreamed of, tens of thousands of people celebrated the championship with me."

"I got what I wanted, what about you?"

"Han Yang, win!"

Han Yang, who was sleepy, held the toothbrush in his left hand and clicked on the video with his right hand.

"I got what I wanted, what about you?"

Han Yang put down his toothbrush and stared at the phone screen.

[Ocean: Got it, we made an appointment, we have to win]

Han Yang stood on the plastic track, the laces of his short-spiked sneakers that had been worn out and the color could not be seen were tied tightly. He stretched his legal team uniform again, and the sun was shining in front of him.

"Referee, athletes from both sides enter the field!"

What is my dream? Han Yang suddenly thought of such a question that had nothing to do with the game. He took steps with his teammates in front of him. Wei Le was standing next to him, so Han Yang and Wei Le clapped their hands.

"Come on, score three goals! We have to win!"

"Yes, we have to win!" Han Yang responded with a smile.

My dream is to win all the victories I want.

Han Yang crossed the light green plastic lawn and stepped onto the field. He ran faster and faster.

"Referees, athletes from both teams, raise your right hands to greet the audience!"

The interviewer looked at the confident young man in front of him, looked down at his resume, and then asked with a smile: "Excuse me, Mr. Han, what is your dream?"

The game started.