. "Miss, where are you?" A well-dressed Chinese man asked the girl sitting next to him.

“Brussels (the capital of Belgium).”

The man smiled friendly: "Going to travel? It's not a good time."

"No, look at my boyfriend."

"Oh my God, he is such a lucky person. I want to ask if you are single?" the man said half-jokingly.

"Is that true?" Liu Yunshang moved his lips and bent a smile, turned his head and looked out the window.

The wings outside the window shuttle through the white clouds, and above them is a big blue sky.

Master Yang was sitting on the bus and didn't know that he had become a spare tire or a stepping stone. He was pretending to close his eyes and rest.

In the back row of the bus, substitute forward Jacobs poked Vispi who was stunned by the side: "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm wondering if it will start?"

"Of course you started, you still have to think about it? You are in good condition like eating Viagra." Jacobs said enviously.

"Go to you! I'm so awesome if I don't eat Viagra. I'm wondering who will partner with me? We haven't practiced in teams these two days, so we've all been fucking running around the lap." Weispi frowned.

"I hope it's me." Jacobs shrugged and hung his headphones. Who knows who to put so many forwards on the field? Jacobs looked at the competitors De Grande, Roheli, and the center Keukeleire, who was younger than him, behind him.

After dealing with Jacobs, Vispi looked out the window and remembered a conversation with Whelens.

"Vispi, come on, sign my jersey."

Weispi said in wonder: "What are you doing? Which little fan?"

Whelens spread the jersey on a table: "Not for the fans, but for the boss?"

"Auction signature jerseys? That's a good idea."

"Not to Coach Du Rui, but to our new coach."

"who?"

"You don't know yet? Master Yang." Whelens looked like you were not an earthling.

Weispi widened his eyes. Although there were many legends about the new coach, he thought this possibility was a fantasy. "That Chinese coach?..."

Whelens also noticed Vispi's expression: "You seem to be shocked?"

"Ah, uh, I think the club is too courageous." Weispi took the pen handed over by Whelens. "You seem to be particularly confident in him? Is there anything special about him?"

Whelens shook his head and smiled: "I think he is a magical person, but I don't know if this feeling is right, it's like being hypnotized. He is the kind of person who makes people feel very down-to-earth. It seems that Yang will have a way to solve it no matter what."

Vispi sniffed at the scenery outside the bus - magic? What should I use to prove it? Football speaks by strength, not by magic.

This is not a fault with Vispi. Not everyone calls a call to a person. Everyone loves flowers. When the car is blown away, the king's aura of kings will be dispersed. It is definitely impossible. Although Whelens showed off the signatures of the entire team on the day of the press conference, how many of them are willing and how many are following the crowd, it is unknown. Master Yang is very clear: it is not easy to combine more than 20 people into a team. Everyone wants to play, but only eleven starters are available.

Master Yang opened his eyes, but in fact he was not asleep at all. If he could sleep calmly at this time, Master Yang would definitely award him the "Best Heartless Award on the Spot". Master Yang opened his notebook and flipped it out, briefed the opponent's tactics, and responded.

"What's wrong, Yang, nervous?" Cordyer whispered in Master Yang's ear.

Master Yang touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly.

Cordill looked at the player behind him and whispered: "It's always nervous for the first time. Don't be too terrified. Let the paparazzi behind him make a joke." Mr. Yang showed his little white teeth and put away the notebook.

Behind the bus was a row of various cars, which were the fans who went away with the team. Flashes of horns and singing came from the car behind.

Cordill said mysteriously: "Yang, do you know what the bus has another name?"

"Oh, there is another name?" Master Yang also felt very curious.

"Well, her name is "Rainbow."

Master Yang heard this name and looked up at the front of the bus. The car was driving on the straight highway, with dense woods and wide fields on both sides. The car was like a warship sailing in the sea.

"Rise sail, target Danze, move forward at full speed."

It was more than 40 minutes to 17 o'clock, and Mr. Yang was standing in the visiting team's locker room in red sportswear. The shouts of fans outside were already coming one after another, and a battle was about to happen. The players in the locker room were looking at him. Cordill held the roster and read: "Goal Doberal, defenders Vares, Whelens, Fukai, Christopher DeHolland; midfielder Nicholas Whelens, Mays, DeGroot, Gibbers; strikers Vispi, Jacobs." Speaking of this, Cordill looked up at the expressions of the people below. Some stopped the movements in their hands, and some grew up and couldn't believe it.

"Subs: Hotker, Debrey, Roheli, Milt." There was another whisper below. Cordill retired behind Master Yang after reading the list.

"Brothers, you must have a lot of questions, why are you in such a lineup? Milt, you must be asking why you became a substitute all of a sudden?" Mr. Yang's eyes and Milt's eyes met in the air. "Jacobs, you definitely don't believe you can start in the league." Jacobs closed his grown mouth and nodded.

"It's not because I'm a new coach that I'm going to put forward a new lineup. Let's look at their lineup..." Mr. Yang wrote down the opponent's list of appearances on the whiteboard and analyzed it.

The locker room next door was also talking about the same thing. Dirk Geeraerd laughed with the visiting team's roster. His players looked at each other, what was the head coach's nerve?

"Young guys, although we rank low, the season is not over yet. Our ridiculous opponents can shout the slogan of winning the championship. What are we missing?"

"Not bad at all!" the team members shouted.

"Yes, we want to let that Chinese know how deep the water in Belgium is! Do you have confidence?"

"have!"

"Good! I'm proud of you!"

Compared to the *** coach Danze, Master Yang was a little too calm. After explaining today's tactics, Master Yang clapped his hands.

"Brothers, this is what we are facing. The opposite side is eleven idiots who have nothing to do when they are full and think we are easy to bully and fight with us, and we are smart people. Haha, the goal is to give them a head blow. There is nothing else, the things in training. Okay, prepare to play. Whelens, you will leave the rest to you." After Yang said that, he looked at the players who were laughing and laughing.
Chapter completed!