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Chapter 2 Newcastle quagmire

.Alan Shearer (alan-shearer) has been very unhappy recently.

Since Newcastle fired Grame Sones, a Scotsman who brought the team to 14th last season, Newcastle's head coach candidates can line up from the Thames to the other side, but according to reliable news from "Roadside Club": the head coach that was finally welcomed may be an unknown yellow-haired boy - a Chinese coach under 30 years old - those people on the board were hit by the rain?

As a striker with clear mind, ideals and aspirations, when others are still drinking in the bar, he has already thought of a way out for himself after retirement while drinking. One is to enter the board of directors or management of Newcastle and devote his energy to the club that has left his glory; the other is to work as a football commentator on the TV station, and his old friend Leinker has invited him on behalf of BBC Sports Channel; another road is the path he wants to take the most, that is, to become a football coach. After the end of this season, the 36-year-old will bid farewell to his career in Newcastle.

Now the news of the change of coach made Hiller ask himself, should he retire early? Or should he put pressure on the board of directors not to let this Chinese coach step into Newcastle's door? Or should he recommend himself as the head coach?

Just as he was thinking, Douglas walked in.

"What's wrong? Alan."

"I'm wondering what you're going to say to me?"

"Your news should not be less than mine, haha. Who in the club is unwilling to provide you with information." Douglas said right. Some people in the club may not know a director of the club, but no one does not know this symbol of Newcastle. Knowing the inside story of the penalty team is just a piece of cake.

"Then tell me why you want to find a coach from China. I haven't figured it out yet." Hiller straightforwardly.

Douglas smiled: "Do you believe it for the sake of championship and glory?"

"I'm 20 years younger, I believe it."

"So tell you the truth. The club's economic situation is not good. It needs a coach who can turn decay into magic. After choosing, we thought of him. Mourinho in Europe was second. When he won the championship, the cards in his hand were not much better than Porto when Mourinho."

"You mean, is the club ready to tighten the money?"

"Yes, you have been with the team for a long time. Do you know how much money the club has spent for the team in the past ten years?"

Hiller did not answer. Douglas said to himself: "Almost £300 million."

Hiller was surprised, "There are so many."

"Yes, nothing except the second-tier champion. My father had already decided to take over the shares in his hands, and shepherd [Note: Information issue, the chairman of Newcastle at this time in history should be Shepherd] that old guy has been ready to move."

"Then how much is the transfer fee this time? Isn't it not a single point, right?"

"Of course not. The club raised about £12 million for transfers. But it means we have more debts."

Hiller thought in his heart that it would be better not to be the head coach. This year is no longer the era when millions of pounds can buy the best players in the world. Now young players with some talent are already worth a lot, let alone superstars who are priced at tens of millions of dollars. Since the Russians (Chelsea's Abu) came, the pound seems to be printed by their family.

"So should I retire?"

"No, Alan, you're not at the time to play the ball. I know you have many choices. Newcastle always has your place, whether it's in the locker room, office, or coaching seat... Think about it, spending this season, no matter how the team's performance is, you have a chance to become the boss of this - Newcastle's head coach."

"What if that Chinese coach performed well?"

"It doesn't prevent you from serving the club, what do you think?"

Hiller smiled, Douglas was such a talker.

"Do I need any special care for this young man?"

Douglas shuffled the collar of the suit: "Give him some advice at the right time, after all, he is not familiar with Britain." He said that, as he bent his lips and shook hands with Hiller. "I guess you will meet soon."

Hiller looked at the green private yard outside the window.

Chinese coach? Is it amazing to win a League Cup?

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Mr. Yang sat at one end of the oval conference table, and the afternoon sun shone in from the curtains. On both sides of the conference table were the big men of the Newcastle board of directors, and opposite Mr. Yang were the three most important people, John Hall, Douglas, and Shepard. Shepard is a typical British old man, obese, bald, and smoking a cigar.

After chatting for a long time, Mr. Yang basically understood Newcastle's trump card. The 1+2 contract. If he ranked 10th in the first half of the season, the club has the right to fire Mr. Yang in advance. The transfer budget is 12 million pounds, and the transfer income can be 100% added to the transfer budget. The top six seasons targets are of course the best if he can get the Cup. The club lacks too much honor. The highest honor he has won since he was promoted to the top league is the runner-up.

Mr. Yang also offered his own conditions: First, the team's management rights should not bend the fingers without playing a few games; secondly, the team's transfer rights should be the final decision for whoever buys and sells; finally, I have to bring my own team, not only me. I also have psychological counselors, data analysts, and assistant coaches.

OK, the conditions are not too much, so sign the contract.

Yang Shilong signed his name on the Newcastle United contract. The transfer fee of 12 million pounds!! Yang Shi was excited and thought, I had never seen what 2 million euros look like in Valleheim for three years, let alone 2 million pounds.
Chapter completed!
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