The coaching career started as a college team coach

Han Yang carried a box of Beibingyang and pushed the door open with his foot.

He turned his head to look at the TV screen and quickly quickened his pace - now the players of both teams were already lined up in the player tunnel. He quickly put the Beibingyang on the ground, asked everyone to take it, and sat down on the sofa in two steps.

"... The players of both teams are ready in the tunnel, and the whole stadium is becoming noisy."

He Wei's familiar voice sounded, and the TV screen switched to the exterior of the stadium.

"The Lyon Olympic Stadium, a newly built ultra-modern stadium, is the home of Lyon Football Club, the seven-time French Ligue 1 champion. The stadium is located in Decines near Lyon. It was built in early 2016 and hosted the 2016 European Cup. As the former capital of Gaul, Lyon now has a brand new multi-functional stadium."

"Under the evening sun, the silver-white dome actually looks sparkling, like a calm surface of water."

"The area around the stadium has been occupied by yellow and red and white. Some fans outside the stadium have not been able to enter the stadium. Some fans do not have tickets. They just decided to fight with the team outside the stadium."

The stadium is already singing loudly, and the fans are basically in place. Wei Le observed during the pre-match warm-up that the seats open to Wolves fans are basically full. Wolves fans seem to have a unified organization. They all wear yellow jerseys without exception.

The yellow patches rise and fall on the stands that are dozens of meters high. From the perspective of the stadium, it looks particularly spectacular.

Now Wei Le stood at the end of the player tunnel, behind the players, and he looked a little dazed.

Simeone had been "escorted" to the stands at this time, and UEFA arranged a box for him, so that he could be isolated from the fans of both sides.

Simeone and Wei Le had never met before the game.

However, the confrontation had already started before the game.

An hour and a half before the game, when the starting lineup was sent to Wei Le, Wei Le's nervousness suddenly became much less - because he guessed everyone in Atletico's starting lineup.

Wei Le's nervousness largely came from the unknown, and now that the most obvious things have been determined, everything will be easy. By piecing together the opponent's starting lineup, Wei Le came to the most basic conclusion - at least Simeone did not play any unconventional tactics.

The goalkeeper is Oblak, the central defenders are Savic and Godin, the left back is Felipe, and the right back was adjusted in the end, using Vrsaljko instead of Juanfran.

Atletico's formation can still be considered a traditional 4-4-2, with Koke on the left and Angel Correa on the right, and Gabi and Saul in the midfield.

The two forwards are Griezmann and Diego Costa.

This is not very different from Atletico's previous tactics, only a slight adjustment was made to the right back position.

But through Nicolas Jowell's tactical analysis, Wei Le also considered this possibility in advance.

So there is no secret about Atletico's lineup for Wolves.

This is a good thing.

When Wei Le was stunned, someone suddenly called him.

Wei Le quickly turned his head and found that it was a tall man who came over with a smile.

The man had a rough appearance and a broad body, looking like a black bear. A Hollywood-style beard and a capable black crew cut made this man look less like a football practitioner, but rather like the second-in-command of a local Italian gang.

"Hello, Wei."

"Oh!" Wei Le reacted, and he hurried over to shake hands with the person who came.

This was no one else, but the "head coach" of Atletico Madrid in this game, Burgos.

"I hope today will be a wonderful game." Burgos' voice was very rough, which matched his appearance. Wei Le suddenly remembered some media's evaluation of him-a replica of Simeone.

Burgos is indeed not good at on-the-spot command, but his influence on the team is not much less than Simeone. He is the team's tactical analyst and set-piece coach, which shows that his tactical quality is not bad at all.

People say that Burgos is a good person, but everyone will also say that Burgos really looks like a gangster boss during training-he has a stern face, does not smile, and any lazy behavior will be scolded by him.

He will also dance on the sidelines, and in a hurry, he may even rush to the field and argue with the referee. Such uncalm behavior is very similar to Simeone.

Burgos came over with a smile, and Wei Le had to look up at thisFormer Argentina goalkeeper.

"I guessed your starting lineup." Wei Le shook Burgos's hand and said.

"Oh?" Burgos' face flashed a trace of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, "It doesn't matter, Diego guessed yours too."

After hearing this, Wei Le smiled knowingly. I'm afraid that the anxiety that happened to him before the game might also happen to Simeone.

"Then wish us good luck."

"Well, wish us good luck."

The two stood side by side behind the players of both sides, but no longer communicated.

The referee Kuipers squeezed through the two tall head coaches. The assistant referee was beside him, and they stood at the front of the team.

"Gentlemen, the game is about to start, it's our turn to play!" Kuipers said loudly in English with a Dutch accent, and then he repeated it in Spanish.

After that, he looked at the captains of both sides. At this time, the theme song of the Europa League had reached its climax.

"Let's go!"

Kuipers led the way and disappeared from the end of the player's tunnel. He picked up the football and passed by the trophy.

The glittering silver trophy stood at the entrance of the player's tunnel. The players following the referee saw the trophy. The closest to them was only a few centimeters away from the trophy.

But no one touched it.

Not many people even looked at it carefully.

After all, after the game, if they won, they would have enough time to look at the trophy; and if they lost, the trophy had nothing to do with them.

"The players stood on the court, and the head coach Wei Le from our country and the acting head coach Burgos from Argentina stood on the court with the players."

Then there was a handshake ceremony.

No one deliberately provoked, and no one made a mistake.

No one greeted anyone.

No one was familiar with each other, or in other words, no one should be familiar with the opponent in this scene.

"Okay, it looks like Atletico has the right to kick off. Standing in the center circle is Atletico's top scorer, Diego Costa. Standing next to him is the contender for the best player of this season's Europa League, Antoine Griezmann from France."

"Here it comes!" Han Yang shouted to the bathroom. The bathroom was filled with the sound of water, and then Zhang Tie rushed out of the bathroom quickly and sat on the sofa with a slide.

"Get ready!" Zhao Pingping said excitedly.

Such scenes also happened in many other people's homes.

Todd stared at the TV screen, even holding back his eyes from blinking, just not wanting to miss the moment of kick-off.

In those Internet cafes in China, the screens were no longer broadcasts of various games or some not-so-glorious videos. On the contrary, many people who came here late at night to surf the Internet had serious or excited eyes.

And what they were watching was the live broadcast of this game.

In the bar, the noisiest people also quieted down, waiting for the whistle.

Tens of thousands of people in the stadium, millions of people in a country, tens of millions of people around the world.

They are all waiting and watching.

The Lyon Olympic Stadium fell silent at this moment, and the on-site announcer counted down with excited anticipation:

"5!"

"4!"

"3!!"

"2!!!"

"1!!!!"

The sharp whistle of the Dutch referee Kuipers sounded, echoing in the stadium, passing through the screen, and spreading to every corner of the world.

Diego Costa knocked the ball to Griezmann, and Griezmann knocked it back.

The game officially started!!!

///Everyone has been waiting for a long time! ///