.As a contestant who has changed from a stray cat to a domestic cat, my owner looks like a fashion designer. The relationship between us is quite harmonious. She calls me "Shishi", which doesn't sound like a male cat. However, it doesn't matter. Sometimes cats cannot choose names, which is the trouble of our cats. My owner will ask me questions that I don't understand from time to time, such as whether this dress looks good? For example, the recent work is very hard, should I persist? According to human words, she is called talking to herself.

Recently, another woman suddenly moved into my family. The two seemed to know each other, but they couldn't be said to be warm. When the newcomer knew my name, he was obviously stunned. Don't doubt the sensitivity of the cat, these two people are born enemies.

Liu Yunshang held Shishi in his arms and gently grabbed the soft hair on its neck with his hands.

"How are you looking for the office these two days?" Liu Yunshang has never thought about how to change the name of Ding Yi, so the two of them either omitted that title or used the word "you" with less obvious emotional color.

Ding Yi was wearing a wide nightgown, revealing his delicate ankles, and gently rubbed his feet with his hands. "Not good, it's a bit expensive."

"Don't you have an office in the UK? There is no need to move here because of him. If he wanted to come, he should have come early." Liu Yunshang raised his head and muttered in his heart, "I don't like boys procrastinating."

Ding Yi held his chin and shook his head: "Do you know? Once I accidentally saw photos of you two still stored in his computer, and I knew he still likes you."

Hearing this, Liu Yunshang touched Shishi's hand and paused suddenly.

"I wanted to get married quickly and tie this man up. But what I thought was a bit simple. How could such a man be so easily bound by marriage? He probably had to digest the background of our family for a while. However, you also know him. If he likes something, he will always like it and nothing can stop him. Now he needs time to make a decision."

"Then what are your plans next? Apart from waiting with me, there may be many unknown results here. It will be of no benefit to me if he chooses you. Don't you think this is a kind of flaunt of changing directions?" Liu Yunshang frowned.

"But what if he chose you?" Ding Yi smiled. "At least let one of us give up. My heart is at peace, your heart is also peaceful, and this love will not be so heavy."

Liu Yunshang raised his head and wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and continued to touch Shishi's fur.

"Actually, I wanted to open a clothing store with you and build my own brand. But now I don't have that much money, haha, I can understand how hard you work in Italy after coming out of my home." Ding Yi smiled bitterly. "However, Master Yang's money is still under my control now. Do you want to help me?"

The two people's eyes met in the air and found that there seemed to be a prank smile in each other's eyes.

"Now this guy is rich, about 17 million euros, a little more than Yao Ming. But the Lion Walking Football School is a big hole, just like a computer that is constantly requiring updates to configure. I don't understand what he is going to make this football school." Ding Yi said to himself.

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Mido glanced at the watch in the cabinet and closed the door. Mido still remembered the scene when he met Mr. Yang that day. Two years later, the somewhat young coach actually won the League Cup championship.

He thought of his ambitions, not only was he a little sad. If he had transferred to Valleheim at that time, would he be the one who won the championship? Instead of moving around in several clubs like now, working hard for a main position.

Yoll made the final arrangement before the game: goalkeeper: Robinson, defender: Startrie, Ridley King, Dawson, Lee Rongpiao, Midfielder: Lenon, Davis, Carrick, Andy Reed, forwards: Defoe, Mido. For Newcastle's weaknesses, Yoll activated extremely fast wingers Lenon and Reed.

With so many rounds of the league, Newcastle's weaknesses have been well known. If you don't grasp it well, you really don't deserve to be a coach. And today there is another big benefit that Mr. Yang was punished to sit in the stands.

Master Yang came out of the locker room and called out Chopra and Hamsik.

"I'll say you two..."

The two of them looked back at Master Yang at the same time.

"I'm more worried about you two now. If you are sent off, if you are kicked, if you are not good, if you are scared to pee your pants... These situations may happen on the court." Mr. Yang opened his hands with a very worthy expression, as if he was declaring something that had already happened.

Chopra and Hamsik's faces were so angry that they were a little red. If it weren't for the consideration of their identity and the upcoming game, the two of them would probably have joined forces to destroy Yang immediately - one hundred times, one hundred times.

Master Yang continued, "Young man, don't let me underestimate you. Oh yell~"

Chopra and Hamsik didn't even look at Mr. Yang, and walked out of the player channel without looking back.

Vincent appeared behind Master Yang at some point: "If the provocation method is counterproductive, you should be unable to take it."

Master Yang waved his hand: "Is there any worse result than I am in the stands?"

Vincent curled his lips and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, I heard you were heartbroken. Do you want to introduce a girl to someone to know?"

"This Rhode is also an eight-mist." Master Yang patted Vincent's shoulder hard. "Thank you, I appreciate it." Do you think I don't have enough girls?

"Coach Yang, I am Jim Remington of the English Football Association. It's time for us to go to the stands." A young man with glasses came to Mr. Yang. In the last game, this person sat in the stands with Mr. Yang.

"Okay. Let's go now."

"By the way, I have a friend who wants to watch the game, can I go with me?"

Remington pushed his glasses on his nose and nodded.

The one who sat in the stands with Mr. Yang was an old acquaintance, Hamsik's agent, Jason.

"Coach Yang, I didn't expect to meet you under such circumstances." Jason shook hands with Master Yang with a smile.

"Haha, I didn't expect that because I'm not often punished to the stands. What are you busy with recently?" The competition had already begun when Mr. Yang spoke.

"In the last game, Newcastle coach was punished to sit in the stands, but the team beat the opponent 5-1. But White Hart Lane is not St. James Park. Listen to the shouts of home fans and you know what's different."

Tottenham fans waved white and blue scarves, as if the waves of the sea were slapped against the reefs. Huge sound waves echoed and gathered in the space of the court, directly oppressing the body of each opponent.

"Newcastle just ended a League Cup game in the middle of the week, and we have to worry about their physical fitness. Obviously, this situation has been reflected in the arrangement of coach Yang's troops. If Yang pins his hopes on young players like Chopra, it would be too helpless. Hamsik took the ball and shook over Carrick. He shot!! He flew out against the post! Oh oh oh, it was too dangerous. Robinson did not reach the ball at all. Sorry, I want to take back what I said just now."

Hamsik stroked his hair and looked at the sky in regret. "God, give me some strength. Although I was not your most loyal believer before, if you bless me in this game, I will definitely..."

Mr. Yang and Jason in the stands couldn't help but feel sorry for the ball just now.

"I have been running a lot in Eastern Europe recently. These players will be more adaptable to Germany and Italy."

"It's not easy to find a good seedling, Nordic players may be more easily accepted in England."

"Yes, I can tell me what other needs you have on your lineup. I can pay attention to it."

Mr. Yang looked at the situation on the court and fell into thinking. Newcastle seemed to lack people everywhere, but it seemed that he could make do with everything. In Mr. Yang's plan, the club's first step is to smoothly complete the transition from old to old. I believe that if Mr. Yang is still here next year, players like Hiller, Elliott, and Faye will not be in the team's lineup - some people naturally retired, while others may consider giving a "contract" if they are unwilling to transfer. Mr. Yang is now particularly looking forward to the few people who have been dug from Valleheim in the winter, so that such a position to compete for the League Cup and the league is barely enough.

What kind of players should be introduced next summer?

"I'm afraid I need a decent forward, a powerful center, and a defensive midfielder like Drogba, too."

Jason secretly kept Mr. Yang's words in his heart: "Does the full-back need it?"

"Yes, the full-back needs a world-class one."

As soon as he said this, Tottenham changed from defense to offense, and Lenon dribbled the ball and advanced quickly along the right. Milner was chasing back. Lenon's speed was faster than the front line. Lenon's left-back Elliott contracted inward according to tactics to defend.

Lenon's Biography! Milner stretched out his legs!

It's a fake!

The moment Milner lowered his legs, Lenon drew an arc from his real cross and flew towards Newcastle's penalty area.

not good!

Mido!!

Heading the ball, Mido pressed Bramble to grab the first point.

Defo! Agilely got rid of the marking, Viemulen, and grabbed the spot and shot!

Ji Wen...

After a quick swing, Newcastle fans burst into cold sweats.

The ball bounced and fell to Carl's feet and passed it long!

Newcastle's chance. The ball fell at Hamsik's feet.

"Newcastle counterattacked. There were three people in the frontcourt. Hiller was running forward. Chopra was moving forward. In front of Hamsik was Davis."

Hamsik looked at Davis' dark-skinned Davis. If he wanted to pass the ball over, he had to pass Davis' level. Hamsik hit him hard with a flash of thought.

Davis turned around and stuck his body, leaning towards Hamsik with his shoulder.

If the two figures slowed down, they seemed tacit and ambiguous, but in the flash, Hamsik immediately felt the pressure brought by the old and stronger Davis.

Hamsik accelerates!

"Damn it! Stop him and pass the ball." Mr. Yang danced in the audience.

As soon as Master Yang finished speaking, Hamsik was already squeezed away obliquely.

Davis accurately blocked the position and turned around and stepped on the ball, but he still looked back at Hamsik lying on the ground.

One-on-one, complete defeat!

Hamsik got up from the grass with grass chips on his face.

Shearer, who was in the frontcourt, couldn't help but frown. After practicing for a week, the young man's skills were good, but he was not mature enough. Shearer would always compare the midfield he saw with Gascoin. Compared to the big boy Gascoin, Hamsik's hairy boys didn't grow all of them.

"It's okay, let's get out of the way next time. Just don't have to fight head-on." Hiller still comforted the young man.

Mr. Yang's expression became serious. He was reflecting on whether he was a little too hasty to force the growth. After all, Hamsik was only eighteen years old, and this game was his first time starting in the top league. Hamsik really had such a tough nerve, could he withstand such a big scene?

Jason also showed a nervous expression. There were two players on the court who were sent by him. If he didn't give him a face, he would turn his head to pay, and he wouldn't be able to negotiate a new contract or something.

However, this is destined to be a strange game. Tottenham's midfielder completely prevailed in the confrontation, but Newcastle scored from afar.

In the 40th minute of the game, the free kick made by Milner's breakthrough in the frontcourt, and Yang's free kick tactics once again achieved results.

Chopra was mixed in the human wall, and her size of 1.83 meters just made a gap in Tottenham's human wall.

Montelivo's shot! It's a false move!

Hiller shot! The ball hit the upper left corner of the goal. Tottenham goalkeeper Robinson was still standing on the other end of the goal and staring stupidly.

Tottenham Hotspur 0-1 Newcastle.
Chapter completed!