The coaching career started as a college team coach

/// Arrived in Kunming, the accommodation environment is really not satisfactory, very torturous, just solved the wifi problem can publish this chapter. ///

"Do you really think you are a dish?!"

The boss's angry and trembling voice is still lingering in his ears, and the phone call that has been hung up long ago has announced the fate of reporter Paul. His face is trembling, and he doesn't know whether it is because of fear or anger. Seeing his distorted expression, others don't know what happened, but they have to take a detour.

Paul looked around fiercely, as if he was locking on everyone he thought was looking at him.

But the fact is that no one is looking at him.

The Italians don't want to look at him, the English disdain to look at him, and the focus of the whole audience just now has become a passerby who no one cares about.

"Why, why?" Paul repeated hysterically, why did the Chinese dare to talk back to him, why didn't he answer his questions according to the routine? ! Why did his boss choose the Chinese and the hateful Wolves when he had to choose between the two? !

When did the monkeys of China dare to argue with the noble race? !

Sadly, the ignored person only thought of finding someone who could take responsibility for his embarrassment as soon as possible. Looking at the Wolves team logo that had not been removed and the press room that was still lit, the Italian reporter hated the yellow team and the Chinese who led the team.

"I hope I can see you again in Wolverhampton, and I hope you won't be as embarrassed as today."

Wei Le's words on the stage suddenly popped up and resounded in the mind of the Italian reporter. Anger immediately turned into powerlessness. Yes, he couldn't even face the hateful Chinese now.

He still had a press card, but he no longer had an invitation to enter the Wolves home court.

Back in the locker room, pushing open the door, Wei Le saw all the Wolves players "sitting upright", staring at the person who appeared at the open door, that is, Wei Le.

"Fuck!" Wei Le was startled, and the action of opening the door was a beat slower. He subconsciously closed the door directly.

Player:?

After a moment, the door opened again.

This time, the door opened a little, as if someone was peeping behind the door for a while before hesitantly opening the door.

"It turns out that it's not a bug." Wei Le walked in, "I just thought the game had an error in loading, so I quickly exited the interface and re-entered it, and it turned out that it didn't seem to be a loading error."

Wei Le panted exaggeratedly as if "relieved", and walked to the center of the big guy. Such an exaggerated action couldn't help but make the silent and awkward room laugh a few more times.

"Oh, right, that's right." Wei Le heard the laughter and said with satisfaction.

"You should laugh. You should laugh. Think about how I feel. I just came in from outside and found more than 20 people looking at me expressionlessly. They thought I was attending a memorial service and I was the one being mourned."

"Friends, I am not ready to die young."

Everyone laughed.

"Why are you like this? I thought you had packed your things and were ready to get in the car, but you are all waiting for me here. Is there anything important you want to tell me?"

Silence.

Finally, Jota, who has the best relationship with Wei Le, spoke tentatively-"Boss, are you very angry?"

When Wei Le heard Jota's words, he paused. He sighed and did not answer, but grabbed a chair and sat down. Seeing Wei Le's series of actions, everyone's heart tightened, even the coaching staff standing behind seemed to be ready to face the storm.

"Did you all see my interview just now?"

Everyone nodded. There is a TV in the locker room. After the game, sometimes the live broadcast of the post-match press conference will be played. Today, we just saw the scene where Wei Le angrily scolded the Italian reporter.

To be honest, we have been working with Wei Le for such a long time, and we actually have some understanding of Wei Le's character. He has always been very friendly with others and always values ​​harmony. He even remembers the names of most of the Wolves staff, even though they may just be the cleaning lady responsible for cleaning the office building, or the worker who maintains the lawn.

He treats reporters, whether they are known or not, in a friendly way and answers all the questions he can answer seriously. This is the first time he has been so angry.

The reason for the rage was the provocation of the Italian reporter, and Wei Le's protection of his child made Kounde, who was originally very self-blaming, particularly grateful, and other Wolves players were also very angry when they saw Wei Le defending the players so much.It was warm.

However, this made them think more about how badly they played in this game.

"Tell me how you feel after this game." Wei Le sat in the middle of everyone, still did not answer Jota's question, but spoke.

"I feel that our mentality is very chaotic."

"The most basic coordinated pressing was not done, and the failure to fill in the position in time caused a very large loophole."

"I was very anxious when attacking. When the opponent tried to press, I chose to kick the ball, and the attack efficiency was very low."

"Anything else?"

"We often fought alone in the midfield and lacked coordination."

"The back line obviously did not communicate, and it seemed that the mental state was not normal."

Everyone had said almost everything, and they quieted down again and looked at Wei Le.

"You are right. I am actually quite angry." Wei Le said, "But I am not angry because of the loss. It is normal to lose. It is normal to lose to anyone. When we lost to Manchester City, the scene was much worse than now. Many of you were also present in that game."

"But I was not angry until the end. There is nothing to say about being inferior to others in skills. They just run faster than us, pass more steadily than us, and shoot more accurately than us. What can we do? Just practice."

"But what makes me angry is that everyone, including me, did not take this game seriously at the beginning. And after the game started, we still did not take this game seriously."

"Not as good as others in skills We admit it. But do we think our opponents are really that strong in this game? "Weile counted on his fingers, "Why does the No. 10, Brazilian midfielder, Felipe Anderson seem to be more aggressive than Neymar in this game? Even Manchester City's Aguero is easy for you to defend?"

"Is the goalkeeper, Strakosha, really that good at saving? You have shot at Cech's goal, are you afraid of Strakosha?"

"Luis Alberto played like De Bruyne in this game. Does he really have this ability? Are you really weaker than him?"

"What do you think? Do you really think you are weaker than them?"

The players shook their heads.