The coaching career started as a college team coach

"With the referee's whistle, the game has begun. We see the Wolves, wearing yellow home jerseys, attacking from the left to the right of the TV screen..."

Paul sat in his rented house in Rome, the light from the TV screen hitting his face, making his gloomy face flicker. He leaned on the sofa, and the TV was almost the only light source in the dim room.

He had already opened two bottles of beer. The floor of the narrow house was full of fast food packaging that had been eaten but not cleaned up. The air was filled with the pungent smell of decay, dust and alcohol, as if it was in the deepest part of the garbage dump, making people frown when they smelled it.

But Paul didn't care.

He hadn't left home for a while.

The newly unemployed Italian was sending out resumes recently, but the hope was slim.

First, it was not the peak season for recruitment, and there were not many job vacancies in major media newspapers. It was not easy to pick up leaks.

Second, as soon as his resume mentioned that he had worked at Corriere dello Sport before, everything was clear. The interviewer asked him why he resigned. How should he answer? Because he foolishly angered a Chinese monkey at the press conference?

"The camera now shows the head coach from China, Le, Wei." The Italian commentator read these two syllables that were not human language with some difficulty. Wei Le on the TV screen stood on the sidelines with a serious face.

Paul couldn't help but spit at the TV screen and raised his middle finger to the person in the picture. What you think will come true. This unlucky person is disgusting to look at!

Fortunately, the Corriere dello Sport gave him some necessary severance compensation in accordance with the law and paid his salary for this month. This prevented him from completely losing the ability to survive as soon as he graduated.

But he was really angry.

It was not for anything else, but because he was fired because of a Chinese. He gnashed his teeth in hatred. The Chinese came to his country, spent his money, robbed his benefits, and took his job. Those despicable people were really annoying.

Since he was a child, he has sneered at the yellow people.

When he grows up, it is even more impossible for him to change his mind.

The most basic proof is, look at who is playing football, the world's number one sport? Black people, yes, Paul has to admit that black people have athletic talent, but how many black people are coaches? Aren't most of them white?

Black people can't do this job, these people are suitable for doing some pure physical labor that doesn't require brains.

What about yellow people?

Yes, what about yellow people? What about them? Thinking of this, Paul couldn't help laughing. It's a pity that a person like Wei Le came out of his ancestors' graves. He led a mid-level Premier League team to the European arena because of luck. Do you really think he has any level?

It's okay to play against Germans, but that's because Germans don't know how to play football. When they go to Italy and meet the Italian team, isn't that the end of the game? In the final analysis, it's still the gap in football level. The gap between countries cannot be eliminated.

The frustrated Italian journalist took a sip of beer. He did not realize that the ironic words could not be more appropriate for him at this time - even the poorest patriots in Italy would proudly stand up when they thought of the glory and honor of Italian football.

But for some reason, the effect of alcohol made him extremely excited at this time. In the rental house, he shouted loudly - "Long live Italy! Long live Lazio!!"

But immediately, there was a confused curse outside the window.

"Fuck you, what are you yelling about in the middle of the night?!"

Paul blushed, stumbled to the window and cursed back fiercely, "Stupid, you bastard, who cares about you!"

A burst of bird calls in China, Paul was still venting his most basic emotions, but the voice of the commentator on the TV behind him suddenly became louder! Paul didn't care about arguing with an unknown noisy neighbor. He hurried back to the TV in two steps, and his eyes widened!

He saw the Wolves players actually running back with the ball!!! Paul knew that this couldn't be a handball by the Wolves. Seeing their smiling faces, Paul was horrified. He was a football reporter and he knew what was going on.

"This can't be true, can it?!!!"

As if answering Paul's doubts, the commentator's high-pitched voice echoed in the small room-"This is not fake, the Wolves scored the first goal of the game in the first two minutes!!! They have tied the total score to 1-2, although they are still one goal behind, but... it seems that their desire for victory is stronger than we thought!"

"What are you talking about!" Paul just raised his hand and said,He wanted to smash the bottle against the wall, but his remaining rationality told him that if he broke the furniture, the landlord would probably ask him to pay for it.

He sat down to take a good look at how the ball went in.

The replay came, and Paul's eyes widened.

In the first minute, after Lazio grabbed the ball, they attacked the Wolves' goal, but were quickly intercepted. The Wolves finally didn't have to face the embarrassment of lack of soldiers in this game, and they now have a full team.

The Wolves also don't need to consider the problem of the backcourt group height. In this game, Wei Le said "the higher the better", and sent Dendoncker and Rodri to sit in the double defensive midfielder, playing a 4-2-3-1 formation.

Because unlike Dortmund, most of the players in Lazio are good at physical confrontation. At this time, sending players who are capable of competing with them to ensure that they are not at a disadvantage in the confrontation is much more useful than breaking the backcourt group height.

Dendoncker made a very violent flying tackle, poking the ball away from Milinkovic-Savic's feet, and Dorty got the ball on the wing, and he passed it horizontally to Rodri who came in.

The ball was on the right side of the Wolves, and Rodri dribbled the ball inwards, also observing the situation in the penalty area.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and his left foot hit the bottom of the ball, a long pass!

The ball flew to the left side of the field, and Trossard was outside the penalty area!

Lazio's defensive formation was very narrow, and many people were crowded in the center of the field, which meant that when the ball flew in front of Trossard, Lazio's right wingback had to chase back from the front! But with the time of turning and accelerating, how could it be faster than Trossard? !

Trossard made a clever counter-run, he first inserted into the penalty area, but immediately retreated, causing the central defender in front of him to retreat first and then press out, and the center of gravity was unstable at this time.

When the ball was passed, Trossard went forward into the penalty area without hesitation, and the central defender had to turn around first! Turning around didn't matter, maybe the field at Molineux was too slippery, and the central defender Luis Felipe actually slipped and fell to the ground!

"Too stupid!!!" Paul couldn't help but curse, but the attack continued. Trossard was very flexible. After stopping the ball with his chest, he wanted to cut horizontally into the penalty area!

Then, he kicked the ball up and saw Jota coming in from outside the penalty area!

"Jota's header at this time was very accurate!" The commentator exclaimed, "He is less than 180cm tall, but he has such strong explosive power and jumping ability. More importantly, he found the point very well!"

The TV screen also paused at this moment. Paul clearly saw Jota jump high, jumping higher than everyone else! Then, he headed the ball down!

The football flew into the right side of the goal. Strakosha stood there blankly like a bamboo pole, not even making any blocking move!!!