. Mr. Yang and Wan Cheng Ruolan found a high-end restaurant to satisfy their stomachs. But they had a disagreement on the issue of beverages. With the lessons learned from the previous time, Wan Cheng Ruolan was not ready to drink anything.

After dinner, the two of them were looking at the scenery outside the window, and Master Yang's phone rang again.

"Brother Yang, I heard you are coming to Zagreb?" Dong Fangzhuo asked. Before Master Yang could answer, the phone rang out randomly. The phone seemed to have been stolen. Zhao Xuri's voice came: "Brother Yang, are you talking about coaching?"

"Your news is quite well-informed, haha. Zhao Xuri, I won't teach you a lesson for a few days. What bad things did you play today? Where are you controlling it and where are you running?" Master Yang quickly changed the topic.

Zhao Xuri had a constipated expression on the other end of the phone. "Oh, I won't know next time, Brother Yang."

"When you go back, you can reflect and play like this, don't think about joining the national team."

"Oh, I got it."

"Let's not talk about it for now, you have to keep working hard." Master Yang knew that Feng Xiaoting was also next to the phone. But he didn't have a chance to play today.

The news broke out so quickly, it seems that the matter has been decided this time? Mr. Yang hung up the phone and thought. It is estimated that the Football Association members deliberately released the news to push him to the top.

At noon the next day, Nan Yong and Master Yang met in a private room at the Sofa Hotel. The only thing that surprised Master Yang was that Nan Yong also brought a middle-aged man with a fair face and glasses by his side.

"I will introduce you to a friend, Shirakawa. Now he is a football agent in Belgium. Mr. Ali Han is his contracted coach." (If you don't forget the content of the first volume, this man named Bai also helped the Chinese Football Association arrange several football friendly matches, almost the special contractor for the Chinese team friendly matches.)

Master Yang politely greeted Shirakawa.

"Coach Yang, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, but unfortunately I have never met you. Today I can be considered as worthy of what I want." Shirakawa showed a bright smile on his face, with the unique sleekness of a businessman.

"This time I want to talk to Director Yang about taking over the national team. We have also read the conditions you have put forward before. To be honest, this is a bit harsh..." Nan Yong said this with a smile.

Are you harsh? Master Yang knows the elegance when he listens to the string sound. Nan Yong's expression must be settled. Now it depends on how much face Mr. Yang will sell him and how much concessions he will give.

Mr. Yang thought for a while: "This condition is also the result of my careful thinking. Since the leader chose me to take over the national team, he naturally hopes to achieve results and play well in the game. If he controls the elbows everywhere, I am afraid that the gods will not be able to handle Chinese football."

Mr. Yang did not give in, and Nan Yong's smile was a little restrained: "But some national conditions cannot be avoided. For example, the coaching staff fees you require, and the training and friendly matches that dominate the national team. In China, we follow the two lines of management and finance. It is already a great exception to not equip you with a team leader. If the finance aspect cannot be separated, it will be difficult for us to explain to the above. In fact, this is also for the convenience of review and expenditure."

Nan Yong’s core meaning is very clear. Wealth and power can only be kept in the latter, and the former cake may not be handed over to you.

Shirakawa added: "Coach Yang, I'm just giving an example. For example, in this friendly match, we not only have to pay the Croatian Football Association fee, but also have a contact commission. All relationships need to be managed to make the national team better. Moreover, the leader works so hard to go to other places, we can't help but say nothing, right?"

Nan Yong's face turned solemn and criticized sternly: "Xiaobai, these are all organizational arrangements. How can you work hard or not? Food and accommodation are burdened by the state, what can you express?"

Shirakawa nodded repeatedly.

Both of them are acting. Nan Yong plays Zhou Yu and Shirakawa plays Huang Gai. The whole copycat "Red Cliff" was for Master Yang to show. Master Yang knew that one of the cakes he wanted was Shirakawa and Nan Yong - you can't make all the cakes by yourself, right? You have to eat them yourself, I guarantee you have indigestion.

"Actually, as long as the national team can be guaranteed to operate normally, it is not very important who is in charge of finance. I am not very good at math, haha." Mr. Yang, who had watched the show, compromised for the first time.

Nan Yong and Shirakawa immediately stretched out their expressions on their faces. They all got what they wanted and were happy.

"Then I will ask the people below to prepare the contract and strive to sign the contract as soon as possible."

"I want to know the time of signing."

"The faster the better, when is the right time for Director Yang?"

"It's better to be New Year's Day. The team is also busy during this period. You may have some time after Christmas, and I may be under less pressure at that time."

Nan Yong replied readily: "Okay, that's when, no problem."

Next, the three people started to drink and start a Chinese-style wine table culture. Nan Yong had a good alcohol tolerance, and Master Yang was defeated in a few rounds, so Nan Yong did not deliberately appeal to him.

Several people at the dinner table also talked about the development of the league. Shirakawa said that he was helping the Chinese Super League contact sponsors, and if Mr. Yang was interested, he could also talk about cooperation.

After lunch, Master Yang found an excuse to escape and left Nan Yong and Shirakawa in the private room.

"Brother Nan, this person surnamed Yang is quite unprincipled. I thought he could hold on for two or three rounds like a foreigner. But he was smart. After we pointed him out, he let go."

"Can you stay in Europe for so long if you are not smart? Such a person needs to use his talents, but cannot be led by him. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos."

"That's right, Brother Nan, I respect you."

"By the way, do the league sponsorships more easily."

"no problem."

Mr. Yang, who returned to Newcastle, temporarily put the national team aside. Wan Cheng Ruolan was puzzled why Mr. Yang compromised so unprincipledly, and Mr. Yang did not explain. The sentence "I know what I know" was considered to be a careless deal.

The next more than a month will be the busiest period of Mr. Yang. Because by Boxing Day on December 28, all 19 rounds of the Premier League in the first half of the season will be played. Newcastle still has two League Cup games to play. Such a game density is definitely a test for the team.

In addition, another important task of Mr. Yang is about to begin. The curtain of the winter transfer window is about to open, which is the last chance to change Newcastle's tight defense.

Regarding the player's candidates, Newcastle's scout team will naturally submit corresponding reports. However, based on the principle of being able to fight when it comes to the point of being familiar but not having to be successful, Yang is of course more inclined to Walleheim's former comrades.

On November 18, at the Carrington base in Manchester United, a man with a firm expression sat in Ferguson's office. The old Lord took out a bottle of good scotch from the wine cabinet and poured it into a cup.

"Roy, you've talked to Jill (Chief Executive Officer of Manchester United."

"Yes, that dog is going to renew my contract with me. Is this what you mean?" Roy drank the whiskey in front of him.

Ferguson had just taken out the ice cubes from the refrigerator and found that Keane had dried up the wine, so he had no choice but to pour the wine for Keane again.

Ferguson sat opposite Keane, and the old man could no longer see the thunderous style on and off the court, but like an ordinary old man on the street.

"Remember when you came to Manchester United in 1993? You were like a porcupine covered in thorns."

"You are not the same. If you don't play well, I will scold me hard. But now I scold a few young players who are fucked and will be fired from the team? Fuck!" (Half a month ago, Keane commented on the team's defeat to Middlesbrough in "Manchester United Channel", and his young teammates were scolded by him for being worthless.)

"Idiot!! Your brain is eaten by the pig?" Ferguson's tone suddenly rose! "Do you think it's still in the 1990s? You don't know much as an old man. If you didn't spit out without restraint, you would have received a comfort contract after playing this season. But that bastard Jill would have been trying to eliminate a mess like you. If I ban you, the people below will not be confused? We are competing for the championship, and are you dragging your back because of breaking the contract?"

Roy Keen was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened. This was not the first time he saw the old Lord getting angry, and it was not the first time the two of them squirted: "What's going on with Queiros? That dog questioned my loyalty more than the one who raised it. Why did your board hit me?" (Before the game against Chelsea, Keen and Queiros had a conflict. Queiros questioned him for criticizing the team's ulterior motives, and Keen asked back: Who left Manchester United to Real Madrid and was picked up?)

"He is just a gun, poking you to the wall. I should have talked to you earlier, but it's useless to believe it. You can't understand the matter of checks and balance between the coach and the superiors. Your brain is made of muscles." Ferguson smiled bitterly. He used retirement a few years ago to threaten the superiors, but now he has nothing to rely on. The team's metabolism of the old and new could have been gentler, and the salary structure could have been slowly adjusted. However, the American boss's urinary nature and his age are probably not so patient.

"One day, when you become a coach, you will understand." Ferguson picked up the whiskey and murmured.

Later on November 18, a shocking news shocked the entire British football world - Manchester United Club announced that it would reach an agreement with former captain Roy Keane and terminate the working contract, and the agreement would take effect immediately.

Manchester United CEO Jill praised Keane's great performance at Manchester United in the past 10 years and called it a symbol of Manchester United. This kind of praise seems to outsiders to be an irony - "The great symbol is terminated"? What is the logic?

Keane himself responded more worldly: "I have the honor of working with a group of great players. I am very sad to leave this great club and a great head coach today."

This is not a joke, right? This is Mr. Yang's first reaction after finally confirming the authenticity of the news.

He didn't know that Keane's story could also be called the British version of "Red Cliff".

Which one is going? A chain plan? Or is it a borrowing of the east wind?
Chapter completed!