Before I could sit down, another phone call came in.

It's Hiller.

"Coach Yang, I think you should say a few words. We started a good start, and I don't want it to turn into a tragedy at the end." Hiller said straight to the point...

Master Yang smiled bitterly on the phone. What did he say?

Hiller pondered for a while on the other end of the phone, as if thinking about how to speak. "Coach Yang, in my impression, you are a very optimistic person. When did you not even think about problems?"

Master Yang was a little silenced.

"I don't care what you say, but you always have to say something. I don't believe you have no choice." Hiller scoundrelly pushed the blame to Master Yang.

"Alan, I want to ask a question."

“What’s the problem?”

"Do you really want to play in the League Cup?"

"Of course. That's more to say."

"Then I understand."

The next morning, Wan Chengruolan and Qin Qi came to the police station.

"We hope to cancel the criminal lawsuit and ask for civil compensation." Wan Cheng Ruolan helped Mr. Yang make a decision on this matter.

When the two people came out of the police station, a group of reporters immediately surrounded him.

"Ms. Qin, is your withdrawal of the criminal proceedings voluntarily?"

"Ms. Wan, what did you say to the parties involved? Will it obstruct judicial justice?"

"Did you do this for coach Yang?"

The omnipresent reporter got the news almost at the same time, but neither of them said anything to the reporter. They got into the car driven by Tangning and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Just as Wan Cheng Ruolan and the others left the police station, Jenas's agent Wise called Mr. Yang.

"Coach Yang, I just got the news that the so-called victim has been revoked. I wonder if this will change any of this to the situation of my players?"

Wise was still polite and polite, but he took Yang Shiyijun out of his words. Of course, he didn't want to see Genes hang out in the reserve team until the end of the season. If the player transfers cannot be sold at the price, his income will also shrink.

"Mr. Wise, I will handle it properly. Please rest assured." Mr. Yang felt a little depressed, but the current situation did not allow him to bow his head. Yesterday Hiller's phone call gave him some inspiration - although things were a little troublesome, it was not impossible. Compromise does not necessarily mean that prestige is ruined. Whether you compromise or press it with iron fist, it is all for the sake of results. To properly appease the English players in the team, Genes is just a boil. Didn't Han Xin also get under someone else's crotch? Before the start of the season, Mr. Yang also bowed his head on Bowyer's issue?

Could it be that the team's performance has been good recently that has made me inflated? Mr. Yang looked out the window with a smile. Mr. Yang owed Wan Cheng Ruolan a favor again for Qin Qi.

On the training ground in the afternoon, the players stood on the training ground in a complicated mood, and they seemed to have foreseeed Mr. Yang's speech. But what the players did not expect was that their head coach had a smile that was usually only usual after winning the ball.

"Hey, did you think the head was taken the wrong medicine?" Di Maria said to Vares next to her, biting her back teeth.

"I have watched a movie with a medicine called 'Smile Half Step', which is the effect." Vares felt vaguely in his heart that the familiar Master Yang was back.

"That's how... no wonder the head is so happy." Di Maria nodded in a slight sense. "This head looks more pleasing to the eye."

Vermalen, Diyala and others pursed their lips behind Di Maria and kept their faces from being happy. Montelivo and other players looked at these heartless people in surprise, and their eyes turned to Master Yang again.

"Gentlemen, I recently got a news that the end of the world is ahead of schedule. The time is tomorrow."

tomorrow?

There is only one game against Birmingham tomorrow... The players immediately understood what Mr. Yang meant.

"The team has had some problems recently. Some people say that I, a foreigner, have no good feelings for the British, but have taken good care of some foreigners. Is that true?" Mr. Yang's eyes scanned the entire team, and everyone's expressions were different.

"What people outside say, I don't care. What I care more about is whether you feel that the end of the world is coming just because of a small matter, do you think that Newcastle is not working, do you think that it's dark with me? Think about it, what do we get from our ranking today? Is it based on random thoughts? Absolutely not! It's made by everyone's goals one game at a time! So..." Master Yang paused and gave the players some time to think. He saw that the players, who were originally confused, lit up his eyes.

"So, don't let me see you like the last game again. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" the players shouted, although it was not neat, but full of energy.

"Do you think the end of the world will come?" Master Yang roared.

"No!" This time the players' voices were louder and more neat.

"Will Newcastle continue to win?"

"Yes, that's right!" The neat sounds were overwhelming.

“Will Newcastle be the League Cup champion?”

"Yes, that's right!"

Hiller shouted in the team that the familiar coach was back, and the previous focused, low-key and pragmatic Newcastle was also back. As long as this team can return to its previous state and Yang's command, it is not impossible to play in the Champions League next season.

Do I want to postpone my retirement time? Hiller touched his chin, and it would be better to leave the opportunity to the young people.

Rhode looked at Master Yang with admiration. In just a few days, the young coach has matured a lot. If it takes a few years, he might really create a legend. Rhode shook his head, he was too ambitious, so he should prepare for the game against Birmingham.

The happiest person to be with the unidentified old man in the FA is Birmingham coach Bruce. The team has entered the Championship with one foot until the end of the league, and nothing is more happy than a precious three-pointer.

Originally, it was a game with huge differences in rankings, but because of the sudden scandal and disastrous defeat at Newcastle, it became subtle. Bruce felt that God was helping him.

"The starting lineup is now announced. Goalkeeper Jiwen, right-back Van Denbore, center-back Steven Taylor, Vermullen, left-back Elliott. Midfielders Milner, Bart, Bowyer, Enzobia, forward Dong Fangzhuo, Ameobi. Substitutes Harper, Varez, Di Maria, Di Yala, Carol."

As soon as Master Yang finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the big man sitting next to the water dispenser in the locker room.

Andro Thomas Carroll, just celebrated his 17th birthday, studied at Josephswanschool High School and has not graduated. Not long ago, he just received the contract from the club youth team and was promoted to the reserve team competition. He is a pure Newcastle man.

Carol squirted out with a sip of water. He pointed to his nose, "Head, you mean I'm on the bench list. Cough cough cough cough~"

Master Yang nodded, "Yes, if you have any problems, there are still many people waiting."

"No, no problem, head. I'm always ready."

Carroll didn't expect that he would have such a surprise when he was transferred from the reserve team to the first team coach these days. He may appear in the Premier League in 17 years and 90 days. Carroll suddenly realized that he was not as excited as he thought - why can't I do what that Argentine boy could do?

"Didn't you transfer Carol to the first team to train the central defender's defense against Husky? Why do you still put him on the roster?" Rhodes only found out about this roster.

"I think this young man is good, and it's not necessary to play on the bench."

"But, why do I think your lineup is so weird? It seems that there is still some reservations? Do you think Birmingham is easy to deal with? Could it be..."

"Okay, let's watch the game." Mr. Yang made a fuck and left a back in the player channel.

The game started to become fierce. Bruce's intention was obvious. Taking advantage of your illness and killing you, Newcastle's dissipation, and scored first.

Mr. Yang had long anticipated this, and the lineup mainly consisted of young players engaged in a fierce midfield competition with the opponent. Dong Fangzhuo often returned to the backcourt to assist in defense. Birmingham's tactics have hardly changed throughout the season. Husky grabbed the point and served as a lighthouse, and the people below grabbed the second point.

Mr. Yang's arrangement is indeed very targeted, but sometimes the game requires some luck. God favored Birmingham, who was fighting to the death in the 28th minute of the first half.

nicknamed "Rifle", but Uruguayan Pandiani, who played 17 times in a season, only scored 3 goals, stepped on the lucky cow dung. Birmingham actually led 1:0 away. Boos were everywhere on the court, and at this time, even Newcastle's loyal stands fell into silence. Of course, the fans didn't know what was going on in the team, they only knew that the team was not playing well and let their opponents score goals.

"Get out of the Chinese!"

"Hey, what did you say?"

"I said the Chinese get out of Newcastle. What's wrong?"

Two big English men stood together.

"You know, if you don't have this Chinese, maybe you don't have such good results? He is at least better than Sones."

"Fuck, Irving is the one who scored the goal. He is just a soft cock who can't protect the players. It's definitely better than now if he changes to a British coach."

"Okay, stop pinching, I'll find a boxing ring for you two after watching the game."

At this time, a fan holding a radio took off his headphones: "Damn, Liverpool scored. Now we are fifth."

The fifth means that the UEFA Champions League quota will be gone next season.

Hall and his son who were watching football in the box also knew the changes in the standings. Douglas glanced at his father: "If we enter the Champions League, it means we can increase our income by millions or even tens of millions. Is it just like that when the Chinese is determined to do it? Even I can see that he sent a bunch of young people in this game? What do he want to do?"

"Theoretically, we can only enter the Champions League unless we win the grand prize. We tied with Liverpool, but among the opponents behind us, we have Manchester United and Chelsea. Let's look at Liverpool's opponents, West Ham and Portsmouth are behind us. After this, we should be glad that we chose before the season."

"But, you have to fight, right?" Douglas's personality is that he has to step out as long as he gets cheap.

Old Hall laughed and said, "You don't understand why he has a lineup like this. Look at the roster carefully. There are six Englishmen here. What would you think if you don't win the ball like this?"

"This..." Douglas reacted, "Does he want to prove that Englishmen are waste with a defeat?"

"No, my kid. This is just the worst result. Do you think our head coach is such a shameless person? He is just a rookie for conspiracy."

"What does he want to do?"

"He wants...you'll guess it yourself."

Douglas glanced at his father who wanted to speak but stopped. The game entered a new stage, and Birmingham drove the bus to his goal. Bruce was originally a coach who was good at defense.

Almost the entire team of Newcastle beat the ball past halftime, Husky and Pandiani returned to the halftime defense. As long as they had the ball, they would divide the ball to Pennant on the wing and rely on this former Liverpool player to fight back.

"Penant got the ball, and his speed was so fast. Van Denbourre was competing with him for speed. Now he is the only one on the back line. Husky is still running. How can he say his speed? He is really strong..." The commentator in the stands said this. I wonder what Husky would feel when he heard this statement.

"Penant's inward shot was a pity, but unfortunately it was a missed goal. This counterattack was very threatening. Speaking of Penant, he was sentenced to 90 days in prison for driving drunk and hitting a lamppost in January last year. He was allowed to parole after 30 days and could continue to play for Birmingham. Fortunately, its coach was not Mr. Young. We know what happened just now in Newcastle, and we don't know when the unfortunate Jenners, England's most promising young midfielder, would stay in the reserve team?"

The next scene blocked the commentator's broken mouth.

Dong Fangzhuo dribbled the ball and went solo, breaking through the defense of three people, and punched through the goal guarded by Mike Taylor.

Parking a bus is useless, as Chinese people are so familiar with squeezing buses (if I was a commentator, I would say so).

Old Hall in the box clapped and said, "What did I say just now? Mr. Yang is just a little rookie, but he is a rookie who only desires victory."

[It's been a long time since I entered the palace this time. The last time I posted it was in July. This period of time I have solved a major event in my life - getting married. I hope my life will be stable in the future and the update will be stable. If you are here, please tell me~~~hehe]
Chapter completed!