. "Uncle and Auntie, take care of yourself." Ding Yi sent Yang Qitian and Yue Yutian to the boarding gate. "I originally wanted to keep you for a few more days, but..." Ding Yi smiled reluctantly. "I'm going to fly back soon."

Yang Qitian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just said "ah".

Yue Yutian took Ding Yi's hand: "Ding Ding~ It's all our fault. We didn't say hello to you in advance. Master Yang called me and said that he wanted to set the day. But he thought it was very simple. Just set a day. We can't be like that as an old man. He recognized you, and we also recognized it, but this is your lifelong business with Master Yang. Although you have known each other for many years, you haven't been together for a long time. It's better for everyone. This is actually what I and your uncle meant." Yue Yutian said, and looked at the Ding Ruilin couple with a slightly programmed expression not far away.

"I understand, you are right." Ding Yi patted Yue Yutian's hand gently. "Don't worry, I will explain to Master Yang when I go back. It's not your fault, it's because I'm a little too impatient." Ding Yi smiled embarrassedly.

The plane took off from the airport, and Ding Yi walked straight into the car with expressionless expression. Ding Ruilin and Shen Jun also got on the car.

"Daughter, don't be angry with your mother. I was wrong." Shen Jun stretched out his hand to hold Ding Yi's hand.

Ding Yi pulled out his hand and turned his head out the window: "Aunt Yue just said, although you have known each other for many years, you haven't really been together for a long time, and there are many things you don't know. I think she is right. She would never imagine that some people's mothers would travel thousands of miles to Italy to break up other people's love for their daughter. She would never imagine that some people could use money to buy and sell love." Ding Yi turned around and looked at his mother, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Shen Jun said sadly: "But I'm also for you. You are the mother's child."

"Dad, should I thank you? You helped Master Yang so much? He took a shortcut and shortened the time for success? But should I use it as a bargaining chip at some point, put my feelings on the balance, and let Master Yang choose?"

Ding Ruilin closed his eyes and refused to speak.

"Dad, you don't understand Uncle Yang's words. You think there is tea, as long as you are willing to invest~"

Ding Ruilin shook his head and said with difficulty: "Daughter, stop talking. After last night we all agreed with what the Yang family said. You can talk to Master Yang about the family matters so that he can also have a real understanding of our family."

"What did you say to Master Yang when you go back? Is his success thanks to the help of rich people? Or is my mother going to Italy?" Two lines of tears slid from Ding Yi's eyes.

The car fell silent.

Sitting on the plane back to Newcastle, Master Yang had already received a call from his father. Master Yang could only listen to his father's decision. However, Master Yang thought about it and dialed Ding Yi's number.

"The phone number you called has been turned off, please leave a message in the beep...beep..." This recording was recorded by Ding Yi himself. After hearing it, Master Yang immediately thought of Ding Yi's cute expression pouting. Could it be that he was angry because he had not made a date, right? It seems that he had to come back and coax it.

On Sunday, October 24, Newcastle played away against Vigan Athletics.

Due to the fatigue and injuries for several days, Yang had to send substitutes like Barbayaro and Elliott on the back line. Lamechi, the midfielder, replaced the injured Bart, Milner and Solano, starting. Hiller and Irving re-partnered in the middle circle.

Maybe they had read each other's information before the game. Mr. Yang and his opponent's coach Zhu Weir (also translated as Jewell) couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic when shaking hands. The opponent, a tall and stout British man, can only be considered a newcomer in the Premier League. The difference is that clubs like Newcastle are traditional strong teams, while Vigan Sports is considered a popular relegation.

In the words of Vigan Sports Chairman David Whelan, "We are not Manchester United, not Arsenal, and even Charlton is not as good as. I can assure you that money in Vigan is not a problem, the problem is that we have no fame." David Whelan took over the club for 5.86 million pounds that year, and the sporting goods tycoon invested nearly 70 million pounds in the team to improve the stadium, training facilities and other hardware environments. But as Whelan said, the team lacks attractiveness in the top league, so the fame and ability of the players still need to be proved.

When the opening whistle was blowing, Vigan, who was fighting at home, used his actions to tell the audience that they were not famous, but they did not lack courage and fighting spirit. During the four years in Vigan, Juwell's team had been combined into a whole and his playing style was mature. Juwell's idea was very simple, with 442 flying wings together and surrounding the middle. Like Chievo in Italy back then, he used the simplest means to solve the most complex problems.

In the first game of the league, when Chelsea played against Vigan, the madman Mourinho once put down his posture for Juwell's pragmatic style of play. Chelsea only defeated his opponent in stoppage time of the game. "This result is unfair, we (Chelsea) are not worthy of victory." From this point, we can see the method of Juwell's command.

Weigan's style of play happens to be Newcastle's nemesis. The weak defense on the wing gave a lot of opportunities in the middle, and the rotational substitute players were even more embarrassing. 2-0. The goal appeared in the 64th and 67th minutes. Even if Mr. Yang sent Zemaria, he was unable to make up the situation.

Lost.

Mr. Yang stood in the blue jjb stadium, with the opponent's cheering smiles and his players' disappointed eyes intersected. Rhode walked over and patted his shoulder, "Let's go, you'll want to attend the post-match press conference."

Master Yang nodded. Failure is not scary, at least he understands where he lost.

After this game, Vigan's dark horse was very good, and Juwell's life was much better. The focus of public opinion on Newcastle's discussion has become whether to give up the two-line battles and strive to maintain the league? And will Newcastle's ups and downs in its state repeat the mistakes of last season?

bbc "Daily Events": "Newcastle's failure this time shows that Mr. Yang is not prepared for the two-line battle. A rational coach should not focus on the League Cup, even if he has more League Cup complexes. The league is the best stage to test the coach."

When Mr. Yang returned to Newcastle, the FA's punishment decision against Mr. Yang also came. "Newcastle head coach Mr. Yang was suspended for two games due to interfering with Liverpool's free throws when playing against Liverpool. He was fined 3,000 pounds."

This punishment immediately attracted different evaluations from all aspects. As for Newcastle, the result was expected and the punishment was not too heavy. Therefore, Douglas and Mr. Yang would not make any plans to appeal again.

The Times believes: "The FA fully considers the Asian sentiment represented by Mr. Yang and hopes to adapt to the process of the Premier League. It can be said that Mr. Yang is exposed to his yellow skin, so the FA has some reservations in terms of sentencing."

BBC Sports Channel interviewed Ferguson and Mourinho, who often accepted fines, and asked them to talk about the ruling.

Ferguson shrugged: "The FA has a reason for one or another, you have to learn to adapt and understand. In general, young coaches have to pay the price for his blood. However, I like this blood." It is unknown whether the old sir really likes this blood. I guess he is more willing to see opponents other than him show blood and then be suspended by the FA.

Mourinho's answer was more direct: "Why is it that Chelsea is 5,000 pounds, and Newcastle is 3,000 pounds. Is it because I earn more than him?" If you have the chance, just complain about the FA. Mourinho will not miss such an opportunity.

In Mr. Yang's office, Rhodes bounced the newspaper: "The front page is almost contracted by you and Mourinho. I didn't expect you to be such a bombshell character. However, you seem a little absent-minded recently. When did it start?" Rhodes thought for a while and said to himself: "It seems like he's a little bit back from Istanbul..."

Master Yang raised his hands: "I confess that something went wrong with his relationship recently. I have a girlfriend who hasn't returned home yet, so I've lost her."

Rhode smiled. People like him who are in their fifties would not have such problems. "So that's the case, this won't help you. I just want to remind you that your absent-mindedness has been reflected on the court by the players. If you don't adjust, the morale of the team should be a vicious cycle."

"I see."

"There is another suggestion today that our full-back is not enough now, and the full-back is still a bit more abundant. Can you pull Solano back and play right back? In this way, Van Den Bore can also play his left back with peace of mind."

"Can Sorano play right back?"

"I think this can be tried, after all, there is no better choice now. Carl cannot support two-line combat. As for position, I will talk to Solano." Rhodes still has a deep understanding of this Peruvian veteran. It should be fine after playing for such a long time. The only weakness may be speed, but Solano's insertion of offense will also become a means of scoring. I believe that Solano, who is at the end of his career, will not refuse the persuasion of his friend and coach.

"Okay." Seeing Rhodes so sure, Mr. Yang was happy to accept such suggestions. Rhodes was right. Fighting on both sides should give young people more playing time. Players like Milner, Enzobia, Di Maria, and Ramechi have to take the lead in the game. Hey, I seem to have forgotten two people.

After Rhode left, Master Yang looked at his watch. It was 4 days and 10 hours since Ding Yi lost contact.

At this time, the phone rang. There was a familiar name on the phone - Ding Yi.

"Hey~ Dingding, what's wrong with you? Are you angry? Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Hey~ I want to tell you something..." Ding Yi's tone seemed to have no anger, but it was a little relaxed and comfortable.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to break up with you." Ding Yi said word by word.

"Ah...Why? Hello...Are you kidding? Ding Ding. Isn't it just not engaged? Don't you do this?"

"Why will I go back to explain to you in a few days? I'm having dinner now, bye~" Ding Yi hung up the phone almost with a smile. She could imagine Master Yang scratching his head anxiously on the other end of the phone. But let me be willful once.
Chapter completed!