The coaching career started as a college team coach

"Some things can't be forgotten. There are still many things you can do, such as thinking more about the good things."

"Those fans who support you, those Wolves fans who spared no effort to shout your name at Molineux Stadium."

Weile paused, took out a few papers from the bookshelf next to him, and placed them in front of Jovic.

"This is your training report, you can take it away. I have noticed that your training performance is very good. You have been demanding yourself, often actively seeking extra training, and completing the training requirements 100%."

"Other coaching staff members have reminded me many times that you are one of the hardest-working players in the team."

Jovic stared at the report in front of him, and he showed a surprised look. He never paid attention to his training performance, let alone that he had performed well.

From beginning to end, from childhood to adulthood, most of the feedback he received was negative, and gradually, he began to ignore those positive words. He began to deliberately ignore "good ball" and "well done", and deliberately ignore "well done" and "no problem".

And those "not good enough" were constantly magnified in his mind.

From Red Star Belgrade in Serbia, to Benfica in Portugal, and then to Wolves. This Serbian youth seems to have hidden his dream in his heart.

The burning heart was covered with dust.

He wanted to join a giant like Real Madrid! Want to play in a stadium with tens of thousands of people!

"Now, Jota is injured, he may be absent for more than a month, and before he comes back, we need a striker." Wei Le pulled the tactical board over.

"I need him to be able to replace most of Jota's work, provide support on both sides of the court, serve as a fulcrum to pass the ball to his teammates, and more importantly, score by himself."

"Haaland also wants this position." Wei Le said, "but I want to give you a few games. As long as you do well enough, you will continue to start. If you don't perform well, I won't force it."

"It depends on you."

Wei Le took a sip from the thermos cup, and he saw Jovic's eyes gradually firmed up.

The opportunity is already in his hands, and this time, he doesn't want to give it up again.

He was a loan player, and he was supposed to return to Benfica. But for the first time, he doubted whether returning to Benfica was the right choice.

In Wolves, someone discovered his strengths, someone was willing to trust him, there were fans willing to cheer for him sitting on the bench, and teammates willing to pass the ball to him again and again...

For Jovic, if there were no such beauty at the beginning, it would be nothing; but when he first realized that these beauty appeared in his life, the fire in his heart that had been extinguished for a long time burned up.

He didn't want to give up on himself.

"I know why you trust me, you won't trust the wrong person." Jovic said, "I will score a goal!"

"Yeah. Great." Wei Le smiled.

"Jovic missed the penalty, which made Wolves lose the best chance to equalize the score, and they didn't even get a corner kick!" Zhan Jun's voice was a little regretful, he thought it would be a wonderful penalty.

But even without goalkeeper Fabianski taking the shot, Jovic himself would waste the opportunity.

In the final analysis, Zhan Jun still doesn't think highly of this young player. Although he is known as "Falcao of Serbia" and has been the focus of attention in the World Youth Championship, he is now just a rotation player in the upper-middle level of the Premier League.

Jovic took a deep breath, and when he walked back to the outside of the penalty area, he turned his head and looked at the direction of the goal again.

Swansea goalkeeper Fabianski looked at him, but Jovic's eyes did not stop there. His eyes extended to the stands.

The home team fans in yellow jerseys applauded, and he heard someone calling his name.

Looking at those faces, he saw a blushing English uncle with his shirt naked, giving him a thumbs-up gesture. He clearly heard someone calling his name and telling himself "It's okay, there will be a chance next time."

He was stunned.

In the 40,000-person Molineux Stadium, Jovic found himself.

For the first time, he found that there were so many people willing to support him and encourage him, even though he was not perfect and was not an important member of the team.

He clenched his fists and ran back to his position with a firm step.

Three minutes of stoppage time in the first half, the fourth official raised the sign, and less than a minute later, the clock skipped the 45-minute node and entered the injury time of the first half.

Fabianski's goal kick came out, and there was chaos near the midfield, Dendoncker took off from Wuhu, jumped high and headed the ball to the front court. In the competition in the front court, Jovic turned his head to resist the central defender, stretched his legs to buckle the ball on the ground, and then passed the ball to Van der Beck.

Jovic twisted his body and passed in front of the central defender, bypassed the central defender, and inserted behind the defense line!

Van der Beck passed the ball to Trossard on the left first, and the latter also saw Jovic who was advancing!

"Go!" Trossard shook the angle, and then the 45-degree cross with his right foot was hung to the attacking third zone!

Jovic turned his head and saw the ball draw a parabola and hit him in front of him!

"Good ball!"

Jovic first stopped the ball with his knees, and then unloaded the ball on the ground with his toes!

At this time, he came to the edge of the penalty area!

The defensive players chased closer and closer, trying to force him to handle the ball with his left foot. They thought that the left foot was Jovic's non-dominant foot! But they didn't expect that Jovic didn't have a non-dominant foot!

Jovic glanced at the goal and the position of goalkeeper Fabianski, and he decided to shoot directly!

Jovic took a big step forward with his right foot, and his left leg whipped the ball like a whip! The moment his sneakers touched the surface of the football, Jovic was delighted, he knew the ball was in!

Fabianski saw the football leave a shadow and fly past his hand!

"This ball..." Zhan Jun took a deep breath, and Jovic's shot came soon, the football hit the net heavily, and then bounced directly out of the goal!

"The ball went in!!!!!!!!!!"

"It's tied!!!"

"Jovic's powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area helped Wolves equalize the score! He also made up for his missed penalty with a long shot!"

Jovic yelled, and first wanted to rush to the sidelines to celebrate, but his mind was blank at this time, and he didn't know what to do!

He turned his head and saw Wei Le cheering in the coaching seat.

What are you still hesitating about!

Jovic turned back and rushed to the substitutes' bench! Then, amid the cheers of 40,000 fans in the stadium, Jovic threw himself on Wei Le and hugged his young head coach tightly!

"Good shot!" Wei Le praised loudly.

"Hehe!" Jovic just smiled brightly, which should be his most enjoyable smile this year.