The coaching career started as a college team coach

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. Under Wei Le's coordination, each department of the Wolves performed its duties.

Everyone remained calm, although everyone in the training base could feel the atmosphere of the final. This was the first European final faced by the Wolves, and they needed to deal with it calmly.

The same was true for the players.

The training in the last week became more closed, and even the guardrails on the sidelines were raised and covered with black tarpaulins to prevent uninvited guests from coming to England from afar.

Fortunately, no serious security incidents occurred.

In this atmosphere, the countdown on the electronic watch at the entrance of the training base was gradually decreasing by one minute and one second, and it seemed that there was a sense of tension that a big battle was about to begin.

When Wei Le saw that the countdown in the hall of the training base was only two days away from the game day, he really felt a trance - it was too fast.

After entering the working state, Wei Le didn't notice the passage of time at all. He just completed today's training tasks according to the plan, talked with the players, studied the tactical details, and then went home exhausted to rest.

This afternoon, the team will take a plane to Lyon together.

Then, the team can borrow the venue of the Lyon Club to adapt to the local climate and venue conditions in Lyon.

The training tasks in the morning are relatively easy, basically some offensive routines are drilled, and the intensity of the confrontation is not fierce. Jota has returned to the team a few days ago. He no longer needs to do physical recovery alone, but is allowed to participate in tactical training with everyone.

The players boarded the bus with large and small bags.

Wei Le was the last one to appear. He carried a backpack and stuffed his small suitcase into the side trunk of the bus. He took a last look at the training base behind him and then boarded the bus.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Wei Le said with a smile in the corridor of the bus, "Good afternoon."

Everyone cheered, as if they were not going to a game, but to travel to France.

"I will be your tour guide in France for the next few days. You can call me Wei," Wei Le said with a smile. Today he was wearing a baseball cap and a light sportswear, and he really looked like a tour guide.

Everyone also clapped very cooperatively.

"But you also know that we are not going to France to travel. Or rather, it is not just to travel!"

"I hope that when we come back, there will be more things in the trunk of the car." Wei Le said meaningfully.

"That silver..."

"Trophy!"

Wei Le said loudly, "Gentlemen, don't go to France with the mentality of playing around. We have come to the finals, and we must take the attitude of winning the championship!"

"We must win!"

The players in the back row screamed, as if they were soldiers who were about to enter the battlefield and were full of confidence. Amid cheers and shouts, Wei Le waved his hand:

"Let's go!"

The buses started immediately, with the players' bus at the first in the queue, followed by the bus carrying coaches and other staff. When the two buses drove out of the training base, a cheerful whistle sounded.

With laughter and the young people's desire for honor, they drove to Heathrow Airport together.

When the plane stopped at Lyon-Saint-Exupéry Airport, it was already night.

This plane was a chartered plane for Wolves, and the passengers on board only included Wolves' players and staff. Of course, the plane was not paid for by Wolves, but by UEFA. This is a benefit for both sides of the final.

When the players wearing the same Wolves jacket appeared on the court, the imagined scene of being surrounded by media cameras and flashes did not appear. To be honest, not many media came to pay attention to Wolves. Wei Le could see the disappointment on the players' faces.

After symbolically accepting interviews from several media outlets and satisfying the autograph and photo requests of the Wolves fans on the scene, the Wolves went to the hotel to rest.

This time, the atmosphere on the bus was much duller than on the plane.

Bowen and Jota sat together, they sat in the back row. Originally, the two shared the same pair of headphones to listen to music, but on the way from the airport to the hotel, Jota took off the headphones in advance.

In Bowen's puzzled eyes, Jota whispered to Bowen, "To be honest, I'm a little unhappy."

"What's wrong?" Bowen was puzzled.

"Atletico arrived the day before, also on a chartered flight. It was also the airport, and even the road we just walked today. But the fans who came here to support them were almost lined up in three layers inside and outside."

"The flashlights of the media crackled likeIt was like thunder. Everyone held up the microphone and squeezed forward. The scene was very chaotic. "

"It looks so angry."

Jota was very angry. "They are all participating teams in the finals. Why is there such a big gap? !"

Bowen, who was sitting next to him, sighed, "Because they are famous."

"Think about it. They have been one of the most famous clubs in Europe since we were born. The team is a strong contender for the La Liga championship and has played in the Champions League final many times. Their players are basically international players and have countless supporters."

"What about us? In fact, after all, haven't we only been getting better for one season? Who has heard of us before?"

Bowen asked with a smile, "Just talk about yourself. When you played in Portugal, did you hear about 'Wolverhampton Wanderers'?"

Jota shook his head.

"Then have you heard of Atletico Madrid? ”

Jota nodded reluctantly. Portugal and Spain are neighbors, and the two countries on the Iberian Peninsula know each other better. Portugal also knows more about Spanish football.

Therefore, Jota must know Atletico.

“That’s right. Even though I’m English, I didn’t know much about this team when I was a kid. Even when I grew up, I just thought it was just one of the thousands of football clubs in England.”

“It’s not the media and fans’ fault for being biased. It’s just that we’re not influential enough.”

Jota shook his head, sighed, and said, “Yes, so I’m not happy.”

“I’m not happy either.” Bowen said, “There are even fewer media paying attention to us here than in the Premier League. When we played against Manchester City and Liverpool, there were many more media.”

Jota listened to Bowen’s words and nodded in agreement.

He turned his head and said, “When the game comes, I don’t know if we can play together.” "But whether we can play together or not, as long as we have the opportunity to play, we must work hard to win the championship." "If there is a chance to play together, then you should pass the ball to me more. I must score goals and make those who don't value us regret it!" Bowen nodded and said firmly, "Yeah, I think so too." In the dim bus, the lights passing by the window were like flames of light and dark, illuminating the faces of the two people. They put on headphones and stopped talking. In the sound of music, the thoughts of the two young people had already drifted to the crowded stadium.