The coaching career started as a college team coach

"Drink water, take a break. Everyone calm down." Wei Le said a few simple words. The thermos cup was already empty, and Wei Le unscrewed a bottle of mineral water.

None of the players spoke. Jota leaned on the back of the seat on the bench and covered his face with a wet towel. Sweat flowed down his cheeks and dripped on his chest to form a small puddle.

The weather in November was already very cold, but now no one could feel the coldness of autumn at all.

At this moment, all the feelings returned to the players' perception. They now felt that the power was leaving them, while the soreness of their limbs, the explosion of their hearts and the burning of their lungs were infinitely magnified.

In principle, there are only 5 minutes from regular time to overtime, but the referee often gives a few extra minutes for the players to rest and adjust. Just after the 45-minute battle, they are about to play for another 15 minutes. This is simply torture.

"I often say," Wei Le's voice sounded. He stood in the middle of the crowd. Jota put down the towel, opened his eyes and looked at his head coach. Wei Le continued, "Many times, I feel powerless."

"Because it is you who play the game and fight on the field. The instructions I put forward are actually just suggestions, and whether they are implemented or not depends on you."

"And the next thirty minutes are thirty minutes in which the tactics are infinitely weakened." Wei Le clenched his fists, "but at the same time, it is also thirty minutes in which opportunities are infinitely magnified. As long as you can run, if you can run one more step, you will have one more chance."

"I don't have any other tactical details to say. We are out of ammunition and food. I have used up all my substitutions. I can't foresee what will happen in the next thirty minutes, but!"

Wei Le's tone suddenly changed.

"But I will fight side by side with you. In these thirty minutes, if you look to the sidelines, you will definitely see-"

"I stand here, just like you."

The fourth official came and reminded the players of both teams to prepare for the change of courts to play overtime.

"Hold on!" Coady shouted loudly, and he clapped his hands violently. Behind him, all the players followed him to their battlefield with determined eyes.

After the game started, Wei Le's eyes were either focused on the court or on his watch. He was nervous about every attack of Hull City or Wolves.

Where had he seen such a scene? After all, he was just a young man under 22 years old. According to the age of his peers, the students of his age in the same school are basically playing badly in their senior year.

But he was already standing on the sidelines of the extra time of the League Cup quarter-finals.

At this time, Wei Le finally understood that sentence. When he turned around, he found that he had walked a long way.

97 minutes, 98 minutes.

99 minutes, Wei Le blinked his eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into a daze. The cheers of Hull City fans and the screams of Wolves fans woke him up.

"Livermore passed the ball, Mbokani received it in a dangerous area, Dias headed up, and the Portuguese prevented the Congolese striker from turning around. Mbokani chose to pass back, Jack Pearce ran towards the ball, but Livermore was one step faster and passed the ball to the left back Henriksen."

"Henriksen passed the ball forward to Snodgrass, and the Scottish winger rushed inward along the sideline and was about to enter the penalty area!"

At this moment, a cry of surprise from the stadium woke up Wei Le.

Snodgrass, who broke into the bottom line, was getting closer and closer to the goal.

"Prevent him from crossing!" Emiliano Martinez shouted anxiously. He involuntarily moved his body outward to prevent the close-range cross opportunity.

But Snodgrass chose to shoot directly-

He pushed the ball into the near corner!

It's broken!

Martinez had only this thought in his mind, because he saw Snodgrass kicking, thinking he was going to cross, and his body was already leaning outward.

No one expected Snodgrass to shoot directly at such a small angle!

But he did it!

Martin finally touched the ball, but hastily stretched out his hand to change the ball's path, and directly hit the ball into the goal! !

Coady, who was behind Martin, flew into the goal. He stretched out a leg in vain, trying to shovel the ball out again, but in the end he was entangled in the net, together with the football that was still bouncing in front of him.

Wei Le closed his eyes.

In this second, everything was quiet. He could briefly hear his heartbeat and breathing.

Maybe all this was just his imagination.

Because the next second, the whistle sounded and woke Wei Le up, so he opened his eyes, and in front of him, the referee's arm pointed to the center circle. The roar of the mountains and the sea poured into his eardrums, making him cover his mouth.ears.

The ball went in.

Without a doubt, the ball went in.

"My problem, mine." Big Martin gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

Coady reached out in the goal, "Untie me, help me."

Big Martin pulled Coady out of the net. Snodgrass and his teammates hugged each other. They didn't look in that direction, letting the excited players run past them.

"How long?" Coady raised his head and squinted at the time on the scoreboard.

"Five minutes, plus 20 minutes in the second half." Martinez's voice was trembling.

Coady had picked up the ball, pulled up Ruben Dias beside him, and walked to the front. He looked back and smiled, "Enough."

Not far away from them, they didn't need to look to imagine that their head coach was keeping his promise and standing with them.

"Get up!" Coady walked in front of Jota and held out his hand.

"Stand up." Jota held Coady's hand and sat up. He took the ball and pressed it on the kick-off point.

"There are still twenty minutes."

"Got it."

Jota turned his head and looked at Wei Le who was standing on the sidelines. Wei Le was not excited and flustered, nor did he shrink in his chair in disappointment. He just stood there and watched, just like he always did, just like he promised.

Wei Le knew that the stadium was too noisy and his voice could not reach the field. Facing Jota's eyes, he just nodded and clapped his hands.

The referee Swarbrick called back the Hull City players who were celebrating passionately. There was no injury time in the overtime of the first and second half, so he had to stop Hull City from wasting time intentionally.

The camera was aimed at the young head coach. And in the next second, in the camera and flash, in the laughter of Hull City fans, the young head coach laughed.

He laughed brightly.

"Is he stupid?" Someone looked at Wei Le and wondered.

There was little time left in the game, and Wei Le looked at the scoreboard with a goal behind and smiled? At this moment, a reporter adjusted the camera focus, pressed the shutter, and took this photo.

Click.

Beep——

Jota kicked the ball out and the game continued.

102 minutes.