"You can't play in big competitions." Conte looked at Wei Le who was sitting next to Gianluca Conte and said directly.

Wei Le was silent and didn't say anything.

Conte continued, "You are good enough now, but if you don't work hard in big competitions, you will only be fifth or sixth this season, and you may not even play in the Champions League."

Wei Le looked at Conte in surprise, and just opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he kept his mouth shut and said nothing. Conte didn't explain much. Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Gianluca Conte, who acted as a bridge between the two sides, quickly smiled and introduced the next topic away from football.

Wei Le was stunned, and also laughed in cooperation, without saying much about football.

But in the end, this post-match head coach meeting ended in a subtle atmosphere.

"Don't mind it, he is just like that." After watching Antonio Conte walk out of the room, Gianluca Conte quickly turned around and explained to Wei Le with a smile, "He also treats you as an acquaintance."

Wei Le smiled, "Don't worry, I don't mind. It doesn't matter."

"Really... That's good." Gianluca Conte was afraid that Wei Le would conflict with his own brother, but seeing Wei Le said so, he could only nod his head doubtfully.

"Well, I'll pack up here, you go back with the team first."

Before closing the door, Gianluca Conte looked back with some concern, and saw that Wei Le looked normal, so he left with peace of mind.

Wei Le was indeed not very happy.

But this unhappiness was not because of Antonio Conte, or at least not mainly because of Antonio Conte's more direct remarks.

He was indeed a little surprised by Antonio's straightforward evaluation.

But more negative emotions came from the fact that it seemed that Wolves were not very good at playing in big games, which was no longer a secret. Conte of Chelsea knows this, so how can Klopp of Liverpool not know this?

Guardiola and Mourinho of Manchester, how can they not know this?

They must know this, and they must be thinking about how to target them!

Wei Le suddenly felt very tired, and this tiredness was not physical, but mental. It was not long since he studied the Wolves' square midfielder and introduced Footbonaut for technical training.

He had just solved a few problems, and before he saw much effect, new problems emerged.

Even if he solved them now, I'm afraid there would be new, unexpected problems.

This cycle seems to never end.

Wei Le felt disappointed for a moment.

But it was only a moment.

He recalled what he thought when he decided to become a head coach. At that time, his vision for the future and his ideal of achieving great things were still fresh in his memory.

Wei Le gritted his teeth and had to continue to persevere. This was just the beginning.

He forced out a smile, felt dissatisfied, took a deep breath, and put on a brighter smile.

He turned on the front camera of his phone and looked at the smiling face he put on in the picture. This time he really couldn't help laughing - he was amused by himself.

"Okay, keep it like this." Wei Le said to himself. He looked at his somewhat forced smile on the screen, retracted his smile, and sighed.

In the empty office, a confused traveler was lost.

The next day.

"Hello, boss!" Almiron saw Wei Le at the training base and greeted him happily.

"Ah... OK."

Almiron turned around a little strangely and looked at Wei Le's back as he left. For some reason, he always felt that Wei Le was in a bad mood.

In the lounge, Jota just sat on the lazy sofa and picked up the controller to play the game, when he saw Wei Le passing by the door. He immediately took off his headphones and asked loudly, "Boss, do you want to play together?"

Wei Le didn't even stop, just said, "No, thank you."

"Um...ah?" Jota even forgot to press the pause button. He didn't care that his character in the game was intercepted. He turned around and frowned at the door, thinking that something was wrong.

In the training class, when Haaland fired a 30-meter long shot in the shooting training and Martinez was out of reach, Haaland rushed to the sidelines excitedly to interact with Wei Le.

And Wei Le just smiled reluctantly, clapped his hands, and gave a thumbs up.

"Boss, do you have anything else to say?" After the training class, Celars wanted Wei Le to summarize as usual. This is a consistent arrangement.

"No, that's it." Wei Le pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly, and signaled everyone to disperse. He turned around and walked back to the office.

Leaving Celars and the players to face each otherstared at each other.

"The boss is in a bad mood?" The players didn't have time to leave.

"Well, he should be in a bad mood." Celars was a little worried. Because this is not normal. In the nearly two years of getting along with Wei Le, he has also had a general understanding of Wei Le's personality.

Wei Le is a very professional person.

Generally speaking, even if there is something particularly important that makes Wei Le upset, this emotion will not be brought to work.

At work, he is always full of fighting spirit and always has a smile on his face.

After the game with Chelsea, Wei Le seemed to be particularly abnormal, and this strange emotion was also brought to work by him, so that everyone found out that he was wrong.

What happened?

He refused to play games with Jota, which is what they often do together; when everyone greeted him, he did not respond as enthusiastically as usual; and Celars revealed that he seemed absent-minded and taciturn in the post-match review.

This is not Wei Le's style, something must have happened.

"Is it because we lost?"

"No, he encouraged us in the locker room after the game. And there have been times when we lost worse than this, and he didn't show it as obviously as now."

"Is there a family change?"

"I don't know about that..." No one knows Wei Le's family, but Celars shook his head, indicating that this is unlikely.

"Let's disperse first, I'll think about it." Celars saw that everyone was wasting time here, and felt a little bad, so he quickly asked everyone to go back and pack up and leave, so as not to disturb the players' rest.

"No, let's stay here, let's think about it together, we all have different understandings of the boss, maybe we can summarize some clues?" Jota rejected Celars very seriously this time.

"I think if you still want to stay and chat and discuss this matter, then let's chat together." Coady said, "Maybe we can't come to any conclusion here, so if you have something important, you can retreat first, it doesn't matter."

After Coady finished speaking, he took the lead to the meeting room, opened the door and walked in.

Jota followed without hesitation.

The team's second and third captains, Ruben Dias and Rodri, also followed. Following closely behind was the team's old captain Edwards.

Bowen hurriedly trotted to catch up with Jota's pace.

The others looked at each other and walked towards the meeting room tacitly.

When Martinez, who went to the bathroom, entered the meeting room last, he found that the place was full. So he smiled and closed the door.

"Are you all here?"

"I've been waiting for you, come on." De Paul pulled open the chair next to him and motioned Martinez to sit over.

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