The coaching career started as a college team coach

Wei Le listened to what Allardyce said, and felt like he understood something. Allardyce seemed to have touched some of his inspirations and plucked a "string", but it seemed that nothing had happened.

This feeling was illusory.

"Maybe, you will feel this way soon." Allardyce saw the confusion and incomprehension in Wei Le's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Maybe it will be the Europa League final."

"Final? Do you think I will make it to the final?"

"Not only that, I think you will win the championship." Allardyce said as a matter of course.

Allardyce felt that he was very strange today, as if he was a completely different person. He was like an old mother, grabbing a young man and saying some difficult words and teaching some unclear truths.

Maybe he was really too tired.

"I can't tell you what I have done in the team in the past few months, but... as the head coach, you should understand that being a head coach is very tiring."

"Hundreds of press conferences, these ** will pick apart every word you say, trying to analyze something from your every expression to make them orgasm, and then write it in their newspapers that are not much bigger than rat shit."

"And there are always players who will make trouble for you, and the boss... the sad thing is that they will always stand on the side of the players."

"The value of the head coach, at least in contemporary football, is not very expensive."

"You have seen them fire the head coach at any time, but you have never seen them terminate the contract with the players at any time."

Allardyce kept talking, and Wei Le was silent. This Englishman, whom he had not met a few times, this traditional, shrewd, and somewhat greedy old English man, was trying to tell Wei Le some truths that Wei Le inexplicably felt would be very important today.

From his words, Wei Le could probably piece together Allardyce's experience over the past period of time.

He became the enemy of the players, the enemy of the fans, and the enemy of the boss.

He did a lot of wrong things, but at first, he just wanted to do his best to help the team win. He resisted for a while, but perhaps the Wolves game made him figure out something, and Allardyce felt it was time to leave.

"Well, I'm going to take a vacation for a while to accompany my old partner." Allardyce suddenly began to imagine the future, "completely stay away from football, and then play golf, which is more friendly to the elderly."

"Look, I'm 63, don't learn from me, an old man in his 60s still meddling in the work of young people." Allardyce said self-deprecatingly.

He was silent for a while.

"But I will definitely not be able to bear it and will come back, maybe in two years, maybe in three years. I will come back to continue coaching." Allardyce was silent for a moment, "I have done this all my life, and I will not do anything else."

"You are lucky, Wei."

"You have a group of players who are willing to support you, a boss who believes in you, and fans who like you and support you. But, Wei, this is not eternal. You have to remember this, people will get older, players' peaks will pass, and so will the team. The fans who once loved you may hate you in the future, and the boss who once supported you may eventually drive you away."

"I'm not saying that you will definitely have a bad ending. On the contrary, before I get into the coffin, I think you will become the most awesome in the world. Head coach. "

"But there is a saying, there is no banquet that will not end. One day, you will feel like me, and everything suddenly loses its meaning. "

"Ferguson finally left, and the old man Hodgson will soon. Now it's my turn. I think this day will come eventually. "

Allardyce stared at Wei Le's eyes, "Wei, before that day comes, while you still have time, go and create a story that will surprise the whole world."

Wei Le nodded seriously, drank the rest of the wine in the glass, and then just said, "Okay."

The game with Everton ended with a score of 0-2. As the visiting team, Wolves took away the 3 points of victory and returned to the fifth place as they wished.

Perhaps it was Martinez's sudden injury that the Wolves players seemed a little absent-minded in the remaining time. Everyone was very anxious and kept bombing the ball into the penalty area.

But Pickford played well, and Everton players were generally not short in height, which was advantageous in defense, so the Wolves' offensive efficiency was getting lower and lower. It's just that Wei Le's mind was in a mess at the time. Although he was staring at the playing field seriously, his mind was already in a mess.

He didn't make any adjustments at all.

Rudy made two saves in the remaining time, and his performance was quite satisfactory. At least there was nothing wrong.Wrong.

This is also worth being happy about, because Wolves only have two goalkeepers, and without Martinez, the only player who can play in the next Europa League game is Rudy.

After the game, Godfrey followed Everton to thank the team, and specially came to the front of the away fans' stand with the Wolves to greet the fans. After that, he followed the Wolves players to Wei Le and asked about Martinez's situation.

"I don't know, Ben, I want to know too." Wei Le just said.

Martinez's shoulder was dislocated, which was known a day after the game. The Wolves took the train back to the base camp. Martinez's arm was fixed and he received preliminary treatment at the Everton area hospital. He will go to the Wolverhampton hospital for further examination.

Although Martinez was telling jokes all the way and looked fine, the tears that had just been wiped away from the corners of his eyes with some red marks betrayed his sadness.

He wanted to play in the Europa League and help the team charge forward.

But now he can't do it.

Martinez couldn't hold back his tears when he thought of this.

Everyone played with him, and no one mentioned Martinez's arm. The atmosphere seemed warm and a little weird.

It was late at night when Dr. Matt Perry put the examination report on Wei Le's desk. Wei Le looked at the cover of the report, and then looked at Dr. Matt Perry with a serious face, "What's the situation?"

"It's over. Damian dislocated his shoulder, which is a small matter in itself, but it is accompanied by some surrounding muscle strains, which is more serious, and some muscles are torn." Dr. Matt Perry paused and added, "It's not optimistic. He won't be able to catch up with the finals."

"Is the bone okay?"

"No."

Wei Le exhaled a turbid breath.

When he heard Dr. Matt Perry's verdict, he actually felt a sense of relief.

It was like the second boot that finally fell. Although the result was disappointing, Wei Le felt that this was at least better than the panic without a result.

At least, everything has a certainty.