The coaching career started as a college team coach

///If you find the plot incoherent after reading this, it is normal. I am really sorry that Chapter 348 was placed after Chapter 351. This was not intentional, but due to the author's negligence. I am really sorry that it affected your reading. If you like, you can read Chapter 348 first and then this chapter! ///

[Dear readers, happy May Day! ]

[I am really sorry that I did not update on May Day. The main reason is that the author just woke up at noon and was a little slack in the afternoon. Now this chapter is a 4,000-word chapter, which can be regarded as a compensation. ]

[This part of the plot outside the competition is about to pass, and the next step is to enter the intensive competition! Please look forward to it! ]

When a steaming pot of braised pork was served on the table, the atmosphere reached its peak. It was not because of anything else, but it was simply too fragrant to look at.

The tender pork belly floated up and down in the boiling soup, and the soft and rotten potatoes were the best embellishment. At this time, everyone did not care about the irrelevant issue of whether potatoes were the staple food.

Eating is important!

Even the players who don't like to eat fat meat put aside their hesitation after tasting the first bite of braised pork - because the meat was cooked soft and rotten, the fat meat that was traditionally greasy and difficult to swallow became the best of the game.

For the first time, they experienced the feeling of melting in their mouths!

This may be the first time they have tasted the chewy feeling in stewed meat.

Following Wei Le's example, eating a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of rice, many players suddenly had an idea - why are they not Chinese?

How many delicacies have they missed in this life!

Wei Le was also very satisfied with the meal. He could feel that he had done it very successfully, and both the raw materials and the seasonings were just right.

Wei Le is certainly not a Michelin three-star chef, let alone a job for a living, but he always feels that cooking alone is something that everyone can do well.

China does not lack famous chefs at all. Every mother or father who cooks at home is the best chef; those recipes and recipes that have been passed down from generation to generation since who knows how long ago are the most precious secrets.

After the braised pork was served, few people in the restaurant were talking.

Everyone was eating with their heads down.

Only after chewing the food in their mouths and before putting the next forkful of food into their mouths, these players could have a moment to sigh that it was delicious.

But everyone's cultural level was basically low, and apart from the "delicious" in various languages, there were only those vulgar words left. But Wei Le certainly didn't care, because these were the purest expressions of emotion.

Wei Le looked at the young people in front of him eating fiercely, and he also smiled with relief. The only regret was that he didn't cook enough - more than 20 young men, doing high-consumption work and eating a lot.

Wei Le suddenly remembered something and thought about it.

People's lives are always pursuing the meaning of their existence, perhaps the fantasy when they couldn't sleep at night in childhood, perhaps the confusion when they were distracted in class in middle school, or perhaps after work, when they opened the door of the rental house and faced a dark emptiness.

For Wei Le, after seeing Conte off that day, he only felt emptiness in that empty office.

He found that he could never design an unsolvable tactic. The most unsolvable tactic will be cracked one day, and the most brilliant golden lineup will also age one day.

Days pass by day by day, and people are getting older.

Wei Le realized that all his work so far was just running around, and his knowledge was still just the tip of the iceberg. His tactical achievements will eventually be resolved, his lineup will eventually be broken, and the glory he supported will usher in a day when people leave and the tea is cold.

3-2-2-3 is playing well now, but the shortcomings of this tactic have been magnified and will be targeted in the future. Jota and his gang played well, but they will always leave, and perhaps they will be poached by strong teams in a year or two.

Even if they choose to spend their careers at Wolves, the glory of a football player is only ten years. After these golden ten years, every day is going downhill.

Apart from anything else, where would Wei Le be at that time, and what would he be doing?

Wei Le suddenly realized that, after all, he was just a leaf floating on the river, only caring about moving forward, but not knowing where to go.

What is the meaning of becoming a professional football coach? What can it bring? Aren’t those illusory fantasies still fantasies after all?

Wei Le recalled his simple dream of reviving Chinese football, but in the end, after coming into contact with real football, he became a little desperate and numb. What was the purpose of him just thinking about becoming a head coach?

Is it just because of himselfIs there a so-called system?

At that time, Wei Le was really confused.

Although it may sound a bit hypocritical, Wei Le felt that if he didn't understand the purpose of doing something, he would definitely not be able to do it well.

This even affected his performance at work. He knew that this was not right for his head coach, but in the day after the game, he was thinking about these illusory questions all the time.

Wei Le finally didn't find an answer.

Perhaps no answer is also the answer to the question.

Everything will change, this is the true meaning of the world.

Decades ago, those football coaches might not have guessed that football would become what it is now in the 21st century. Just like people decades ago looking at the pixel game consoles in front of them, they would not have thought that the lifelike characters in the PS4 screen are now everywhere.

Football is developing, and tactics are developing.

The version of the answer for each generation of football players may be swept into the garbage dump of history in the next era, and Wei Le has just caught up with the peak of a wave and has just entered this legendary field.

His tactics will eventually be cracked, and his players will grow old. This is a fact, and there is nothing we can do about it. But life must go on day by day, and as long as football still exists, this replacement of the old with the new will continue.

What if the tactics are cracked? Just change them, or redesign them. What if people get old? Just sell them, there will always be someone young. What if the glory is over? Just start over.

In the final analysis, nothing is eternal.

Even Wei Le will get old and fall behind the times one day.

So all Wei Le can do now is cherish.

Cherish the youth of his players, cherish the fact that he still has a brain that can come up with new ideas one after another, and cherish the system in his mind that he still doesn't know how to explain, which can support him to continue on the path of football.

Cherish the beauty in front of you, that's enough.

Seeing the players who started to make trouble again after eating and drinking on Christmas Eve, Wei Le suddenly remembered a sentence he learned in English class.

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

The literal meaning is to eat and drink more while you are alive, and to enjoy life while you are still alive. But enjoying life while you are still alive is not Wei Le's value. He hopes to do more things while he is still in his prime.

After cooking a table of food, he watched his players finish eating happily and praised him for his good cooking skills.

This is also a kind of beauty.

"Boss, your cooking is really delicious. Can you make more for us when you have time in the future?" Jota almost hugged Wei Le's thigh and begged him. Wei Le didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No, these are high in oil and salt. You still have to listen to the opinions of the nutritionist and the team doctor on your diet." Wei Le shook his head first, and everyone sighed, and Wei Le finished the second half of the sentence-

"But I asked the team doctor, and they think it's okay to cook occasionally!"

"Yeah!!!!!!!" The cheers were very loud, even like a goal.

"Well, how about the end of the month? You cook a meal for us at the end of every month." Ruota laughed.

"Okay!" Wei Le agreed happily, "No problem at all!"

"Then it's an appointment. At the end of every month, you will take us out to buy groceries and cook a Chinese meal. We can all come to help."

It was already seven or eight o'clock, it was dark, and snowflakes began to fall outside the house. No one wanted to go home now, so they sat down at the dining table and chatted.

Ruota couldn't help but reveal to Wei Le the reason why they asked Wei Le to cook.

"So you wanted me to distract my attention, so you asked me to cook?" Wei Le was very surprised. He really didn't expect this to happen. After being surprised, there was an unspeakable emotion brewing in his throat.

It turned out that they had prepared all this.

In order to appease himself, he even contacted foreign aid and asked Han Yang to help with ideas.

In this way, how many people have been affected by his bad mood!

Come to think of it, I was in a bad mood when I was working, how could it be impossible for the players to notice it! Wei Le felt even more guilty when he thought of this - with such a group of good players around him, why was he still hypocritically thinking about leaving?

He swallowed hard to hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes.

It's a big holiday, you can't cry.

"Boss, you spent the holiday by yourself last year, so you must be in a bad mood." Rodri said, "SoEven if you were not in a bad mood, we would still invite you to celebrate the holiday with us. "

"We should be happy during the holidays." Edwards smiled, "Although I know you don't celebrate Christmas, there should still be a festive atmosphere. Just like you took us to eat dumplings during the Spring Festival, isn't it also for the sake of happiness?"

"So, boss." Ruota came around from behind the table and naturally put his arm around Wei Le, "I don't know why you are in a bad mood, but we all hope that you can feel better."

"We are a team, aren't we?"

Wei Le took a deep breath and nodded heavily, "Yeah! Right!"

Someone lit fireworks outside the house, and the exploding fireworks immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they all leaned on the windows to look out. Only Ruota noticed the two lines of tears sliding down Wei Le's cheeks.

"Happy holidays, boss." Ruota said softly.

"Yeah, happy holidays. "Wei Le quickly wiped his tears and pretended nothing happened and spoke calmly. But his trembling tone still let Ruota see his emotions.

Wei Le heard his hoarse voice and laughed angrily. He simply stopped acting and let the tears flow down.

Everyone also noticed the movement behind him. They turned around and saw Wei Le's face red from crying.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Don't be sad, boss!"

Everyone gathered around, busy and confused. Some handed over paper, some comforted, and some didn't know what they were doing but pinched Wei Le's shoulders.

The chaos made Wei Le laugh with tears.

"Laughed, laughed." I don't know who said it with surprise, which made Wei Le roll his eyes.

Wei Le waved his hand and dispersed everyone, "You, are you coaxing a child? "

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

The situation just now was really like coaxing a child, a group of adults walked around a crying child, some wiped the tears, some made faces to make the child laugh, and some coaxed.

"You still have a long way to go if you want to be a qualified father! You are so busy and flustered, just like clowns in a circus!" Wei Le wiped his tears and said unhappily.

Everyone laughed even louder.

"Okay, okay." Wei Le waved his hand, "I'll say a few words, everyone go back and sit down."

Everyone stopped immediately and sat back in their seats.

"First of all, I apologize to everyone. Because of my personal emotions, I affected the training and competition work, which is the most inappropriate." Wei Le pondered for a moment before speaking, "This also shows that I am still not a mature coach, and I still need your understanding in the future."

"I understand very well, after all, you have less experience than us! "Jota said with a smirk, referring to the fact that Wei Le became the head coach halfway through his career.

As expected, Wei Le rolled his eyes.

"Secondly, I am no longer sad. These problems will not affect my work."

"This is largely due to you - I feel very, very honored to have you, the best players in the world, by my side."

Wei Le said it very formally and even bowed.

"Don't be like this, boss."

"We are also honored to have a head coach like you!"

Wei Le did not continue on this topic, but continued, "The third thing is that tomorrow is Christmas. Everyone should be careful when going home tonight and don't stay outside for too long. Although the public security in our city is okay, it is better to be careful."

"Finally..." Wei Le paused, then laughed and said loudly -

"Happy holidays, brothers!!!"

The room was silent for half a second, and then filled with cheers and applause.

"Wuhu!!! ”

“Happy holidays, Boss!!!”

Everyone started celebrating again. Someone started playing music, and the South American players started singing and dancing. Amid the jubilation, Wei Le took out his phone and opened a chat with Han Yang.

[Wei Haha: Thank you, I’m fine.]

He wanted to put his phone back in his pocket, but the next second, it vibrated.

A red sign lit up in the upper right corner of Han Yang’s avatar.

[Ocean: Happy holidays~]