Coaching career started as a college team coach

Wei Le remembered that the night before he flew to England, he packed his luggage and sat with Han Yang for a long time under the building in the community. He clearly remembered that they sat until very late that day, and the road was almost empty, with only a few cars whizzing past, rushing to their destination.

This steel forest was as quiet as a wilderness at this time.

"In fact, I still can't believe that you are about to fly." Han Yang looked at the empty street in front of them and murmured.

"A year ago, you told me on the way to the school stadium that you would take the postgraduate entrance examination with me. As a result, a year later, you actually became a member of the domestic overseas football coach and became the 'most promising young coach in the country'?"

"I didn't expect it either." Wei Le smiled, "It all happened too fast."

"Tell the truth, Wei." Han Yang suddenly turned his head and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes." Wei Le nodded.

"Why did you decide to take this path?"

Wei Le did not answer in a hurry, Han Yang continued, "You have seen the current situation of our domestic football. There is filth everywhere and darkness all over the sky."

"You told me that domestic football is about to usher in a big trough, and this big trough may be lower than the anti-gang storm in 2009; you told me that these domestic players who are one year younger than us will be the worst players in the history of Chinese football."

"I still don't believe it, but just like before, the facts have proved you right again and again."

"But despite this, you still became a coach."

"I have always believed that you will succeed; you are the kind of person who can do well no matter where you go, and I am not worried that you will return empty-handed."

"It's just that I am a little curious."

"Obviously there is a trough and darkness ahead..." Han Yang looked up at the sky, "Why do you still want to get involved in football?"

Wei Le was silent for a moment.

He followed Han Yang's gaze. There were few stars in the night sky of Beijing, but the edge of the originally dark night sky was dyed orange by the street lights.

"Well... Actually, I don't know." Wei Le grinned. After a while, he shook his head, "I really don't know."

"I feel really happy when I am on the sidelines, analyzing the game as a head coach."

"I feel that when I design tactics in advance, study the opponent's playing style, and finally win, the feeling of relief is really happy."

"I like you to look at me with trusting eyes, and I like the audience on the sidelines to cheer for me."

After saying that, Wei Le chuckled, "Do you think I am unfamiliar with this me?"

Han Yang nodded. He felt that Wei Le was very emotional today, "But this is not a bad thing. I think you should be very happy today."

"Yes, very happy." Wei Le took a deep breath, with a complicated smile on his face.

"In fact, I really don't know whether my choice is right or wrong. Maybe I am really cut out for this job, maybe I can't even afford the rent in England, maybe I can win many championships, or maybe I will just be an unknown person in the end."

"It's just that if life is destined to be full of difficulties, if you are destined to suffer along the way, then it's better to let go and choose what you want to do."

"Football makes people happy, I like football, that's all."

Han Yang sat on the sofa, and his classmates in the law team were talking around him, but Han Yang didn't join in. He kept a posture, as if he was in a daze.

He suddenly thought of what Wei Le said to him before he left a few years ago.

"Football makes people happy, I like football, that's all."

It's so pure and a little pathetic.

People openly wished Wei Le a bright future, but secretly, they all sneered at Wei Le's "rebellious" choice - giving up a major that can at least be said to be "insurance" and turning to football, which almost no one in China is really willing to touch.

Wei Le may not know about those sarcastic remarks in front of and behind people, but Han Yang knows them very well.

At the beginning, he was so anxious that his face turned red to defend Wei Le.

But during that time, Wei Le was still working hard to accumulate experience in the youth team, and there was little good news from England. Sometimes, even Han Yang didn't know how Wei Le was doing, and didn't know if things were going in a good direction.

Wei Le disappeared from the public's eyes, as if confirming the doubts he had once made - Wei Le could not succeed, and he might even be unable to survive in England.

Even those who believed in Wei Le unconditionallyHan Yang, who was a little "silent" during that period.

After all, rebuttal also requires reasons, and at least at that time, Han Yang could not come up with any decisive arguments to convince them.

He could only keep these in mind silently, and then wait for the long-awaited spring.

Until the summer of 2016, the news that a young coach from China temporarily took over a Championship team came from the other side of the ocean, and the makeup photo of Wei Le wearing the Wolves training uniform with a bright smile appeared with a brief report.

In fact, Han Yang himself was also waiting for an answer.

He, like the majority of Chinese football fans, was waiting for an answer.

When it comes to Chinese football, it is a spittoon for most passers-by and the holy grail for a few loyalists. It seems absurd that the protracted quarrel lasted for several years, more than ten years, and decades.

No one believes that Chinese football can be revived, no one believes that Chinese football players have the ability to succeed, and no one thinks that it is a wise decision to work in the football industry in China.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city and the ever-changing social development, Han Yang could not forget the words Wei Le said to him that night, seemingly awake and dreamlike.

"Football makes people happy, I like football, that's all."

Is there really a place for such a pure romanticist in this cold steel forest? Is there really a place for such a nearly blind lunatic in such a profit-seeking world?

At least now, Han Yang sat on the sofa, surrounded by his friends. When he looked at Wei Le standing in the technical area of ​​the Lyon Olympic Stadium on the TV screen, the answer in his heart was yes.

There were still more than ten minutes before the end of the game.

Both sides had used up their three substitutions. Next, the head coach could do very little, and it was up to the players.

"The Wolves showed strong offensive firepower after Wei Le arrived."

"Their pressing, cooperation and quick counterattack became the key to their victory. Under Wei Le's leadership, this Wolves team has offensive blood flowing in their bodies!" He Wei said emotionally.

At this moment, He Wei really couldn't comment on the game "neutrally". As a Chinese commentator, he couldn't care so much at this moment. He just hoped that Wei Le could make history.

"They attacked from the Championship to the Premier League, and from the League Cup final to the Europa League. No matter what opponent they face, Wolves will not stop attacking!"

"But now, there are only a dozen minutes left before the end of the game! Wolves have a two-goal advantage! As long as they can hold on for these ten minutes, then our Chinese-led team will historically win the highest honor of the Europa League!"

"Wolves fans hope that Wolves' offensive will continue forever, but at this moment, Coach Wei, please defend!"

"As long as we hold on for the last ten minutes, then Wolves will undoubtedly make history!"

He Wei's words certainly could not be conveyed to the field, but coincidentally, what Wolves fans were thinking at this time was exactly the same as what He Wei said!

The chaotic shouts quickly gathered into one!

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!!!"

80 minutes.

Atletico Madrid won a free kick on the left.

Griezmann passed the ball into the penalty area, and Saul headed the ball in front of the goal! Amid exclamations, the ball hit Kounde and bounced out of the baseline.

Atletico's left corner kick was a tactic. After the ball was kicked out, Koke's pass-like shot flew directly to the goal! But in the end, goalkeeper Rudy lifted the ball over the crossbar with one hand.

85 minutes.

When the left-back Lucas Hernandez, who was substituted on the field, was defending Bowen on the wing, he pulled and tugged with his hands, and finally kicked the ball out of the baseline.

Bowen was frustrated for the whole game, and then he got impulsive and hit Lucas Hernandez's ankle. Lucas immediately lay on the ground, and Atletico players immediately rushed up to argue, and Wolves players were not to be outdone, and immediately surrounded Bowen to defend him.

Everyone cursed, I pushed,

The mutual pushing lasted for almost three minutes, and the referee finally maintained order.

He gave Bowen and Lucas Hernandez both fifty boards and showed yellow cards.

Amidst the boos, the game was about to enter injury time.

The fourth official held up a sign for 3 minutes of extra time, and the Wolves fans burst into huge cheers, completely drowning out the sporadic boos from Atletico fans - Atletico fans felt that the injury time was too short.

But this injury time was actually quite reasonable, after all, the second half went smoothly. This meant that there were still three minutes left, as long as the gameIf the situation does not change suddenly, then Wolves will win the championship!

90 minutes.

Atletico Madrid's midfielder launched a direct counterattack, Diego Costa made a triangle pass from the left side of the penalty area, Koke cleverly passed to Gabi on the right side of the penalty area, and Gabi's shot was higher than the crossbar.

A sigh!

In the 92nd minute, Angel Correa made a cross from the right side at 45 degrees, and the ball passed over the heads of Griezmann and Ruben Dias. At the far point, Diego Costa headed for the goal!

The football hit the left goal post, bounced out, passed the small penalty area, and flew to the bottom line on the other side. The Wolves players, who were scared out of their wits, rushed up and cleared the ball out of the danger zone.

Wei Le clenched his fists, and the camera was already aimed at the Wolves' bench. Many anxious players had already stood up from their chairs, waiting for the last moment.

Celars, the oldest in the entire coaching staff, pursed his lips and tried to stay calm, but his flushed face was enough to show that he was not calm in his heart!

The last minute passed slower than an hour, but Wei Le did not look down at the watch. He did not want to miss the moment of the whistle. He could feel his heart beating vigorously.

In the crowded stadium, he felt his existence so clearly for the first time!

"The time is up." Zhu Xiaoyu said a little awkwardly. The timer in the upper left corner of the screen showed that the game time had reached 93 minutes!

"The time is up!" He Wei took a deep breath and said excitedly.

As if he felt all the anticipation, the referee Kuipers looked down at the watch on his left hand, then put the whistle into his mouth with his right hand, took a deep breath, and then...

Beep——

Beep——

Beep————

"The game is over!!!"

"Wolves are the champions of the 2017/2018 Europa League!"

He Wei announced impatiently.

In the picture, the players of the Wolves rushed into the stadium!

Outside the picture, Han Yang jumped up from the sofa and cheered. He was not the only one to do so. The law school friends around him were much more excited than him.

At this time, the east of Beijing had turned pale, and some breakfast sellers had already ridden tricycles to the entrance of the subway station, which was still empty. The hardworking people were still dreaming.

But there were also many people who stayed in front of the TV, sat in front of the computer screen, and stared at the small screen on the mobile phone. At this moment, cheers resounded in the room where Han Yang and his friends were, as well as in the university dormitory, in front of the seats in the Internet cafe, and in the dim living room...

"The Wolves are the champions!"

"The Wolves are the champions!"

"The Wolves are awesome!!!"

At this moment, a well-known football green APP suddenly had a server freeze because of too many comments! At the top of the Weibo topic list, it is:

"#Wolves are champions!"

The second place is a certain artist who is about to release his new album.

China, football, champion.

These three keywords have almost never been linked together, but today, here, the Chinese football coach led the Chinese-funded team to win the championship without a doubt!

In addition to the celebration, keen football fans may be able to feel a different atmosphere - they can feel that something that has been covered for a long time is being lifted, as if some illusory changes are taking place in this desert!

Perhaps, it is the first rain.

"Chinese football has been waiting for this championship for a long time." He Wei said, "The national team is not doing well in foreign wars. In fact, the reason is that we lack capable football players and coaches."

"In some countries around us, Japan and South Korea have entered a new era. This is a new era belonging to Son Heung-min, Minamino Takumi, and Kubo Takefusa. As an Asian country, we only have one player, Yang Qi, playing for a team in the top five leagues, and only one head coach, Wei Le, leading a team in the top five leagues; we are extremely envious of the Asian figures in the teams in the European arena."

"But please don't forget that not long ago, we didn't even have Yang Qi and Wei Le."

"During that time, perhaps we all had a question in our hearts:"

"Are Chinese players really not good at playing football?"

"Are Chinese people just not good at playing the three major balls?"

"But now, all doubts have been shattered by three long whistles! At least tonight, we don't have to envy anyone! We have our own champions!"

"Perhaps, for a long time in the future, Wei Le and Yang Qi will still fight alone in Europe, or perhaps more people will join them.""But no matter what, fellow football fans, please remember today! May 20, 2018! This is the first heavy rain in the desert of Chinese football!"

"It is still a desert here, but after this rain, we have reason to look forward to a day of flowers and green willows!"