Mr. Yang remembered the transfer process at Valleheim before. Newcastle scouts were all making trouble? Why didn’t they communicate with the head coach about the transfer? Didn’t they take him as the head coach seriously?

However, Mr. Yang is wrong about the scouts. This is the difference between a large club and a small club: the scouts of a small club need to examine the players who can fight, while the big club needs those who have been famous for a long time. The famous players basically don’t need to send scouts to follow them anymore. Therefore, the job of the Newcastle scouts is not to help Mr. Yang inspect the players who can buy in the transfer market, but to find the stars of hope for the club, or to poach the corner of a small club.

After Master Yang found Rhode as an assistant coach, he met the club's original coaches. Everyone was polite on the surface and expressed their efforts to support Master Yang's work and contribute to Newcastle's tomorrow. However, Master Yang clearly felt that there was deep suspicion on the back of this group of people. I'm afraid that if anyone else, he would find that his immediate boss was actually more than teenagers younger than him.

If you doubt it, just doubt it. Mr. Yang thinks the most important thing is to deal with these players. Mr. Yang called Keelung Dale again and told him how much he needed him. If he really wanted to transfer, it would be better to stay until winter before transferring. Mr. Yang still doesn't give Mr. Yang face. OK, boy, let you transfer. Mr. Yang cursed in his heart. I think where can you transfer?

Soon the club received quotes from Liverpool, Everton, Fulham, and several clubs. It seems that this wing player is quite popular.

Since this is the case, Shepard naturally agreed to the transfer. Anyway, the person is yours, and if you can't handle it, I have no reason to offend you. The old man is not stupid at all.

For the remaining players, Mr. Yang sought opinions from Hiller and Rhodes. Since he was willing to stay and play, he didn't have to move. For the candidates for the additional defenders, Mr. Yang gave two choices: one was Valleheim's Vermalen, and the other was Anderlecht's right-back Vanden Borre (vanden borre). Vermalen naturally needs no need to say. Mr. Yang was an intermediary and could handle it with 5 million pounds. Anderlecht's offer to Vanden Borre was 6 million pounds. He really stood up.

Price, pay back the money on the spot - is it cheaper for a main player who won the League Cup than a young man who has just played more than 20 league games? Mr. Yang expressed his contempt for such a shameless team, but think about it the other way around. Since Valerheim was promoted to the First Division, these veteran Belgian teams have not had a good life. They can't blame them for pinching Mr. Yang's throat in the transfer. It doesn't matter if he pinched Mr. Yang a phone call to Van der Bore himself. What a young man, would he like to play in the Premier League?

I am willing, of course I am willing. Van Denbore's resentment towards Mr. Yang is not as deep as the club. On the contrary, he admires Mr. Yang very much. The legendary coach of Belgium actually called me and asked me to play football in the Premier League. What are you waiting for?

Van Denbore's agent called the club immediately and asked my player to transfer, otherwise... I wouldn't know what happened. Anderlecht immediately became timid and lowered the offer, 2 million pounds. He really couldn't take it and retreated. Mr. Yang smiled secretly in his heart.

As for the Emre of Inter Milan, Shepard asked Mr. Yang, if you can get it for only 3 million pounds, will you buy it? Buy it, of course. Mr. Yang didn't expect that the Inter Milan star was already cheap enough to be bargain, but is there anything trick here?

Only Irving's transfer is stuck at the price. Real Madrid spent 19 million pounds when they bought Irving. Now Newcastle wants to buy it back with 12 million. Obviously, Espanyol doesn't want to do such a loss-making business. The Madrid man bit 17 million to death and did not let it go. Shepard had no choice, Master Yang, if you want to complete this transfer, you should think about who to sell.

Don't worry about this. Irving can transfer best. If you can't transfer, then keep the money first. This inaction countermeasure is accidentally hitting Real Madrid's weakness. He bought Baptista and Robinho, and he was very anxious and anxious and could not wait for a moment. If Irving is on the bench, not only will he not make money by transfer, but also the high salary is waiting for them to pay.

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"Master Yang, hug."

"Be good, Christina, we're meeting again, Vincent, are you okay?"

Vincent helped his glasses: "No, the flight attendant, aren't all beautiful."

"The beautiful one didn't even look at him." Wan Cheng Ruolan, who was walking behind, continued.

"Will I die if I don't embarrass you?"

Master Yang took the luggage from Christina and Wan Cheng Ruolan and said, "It's okay to bring you to England?"

Christina: "No!"

Vincent: "Just have beautiful girls!"

Wan Cheng Ruolan: "I am the responsibility."

"Then let's go, the work here is about to begin."

On Monday, July 18, Newcastle of Yang's new castle reassembled. The team members let go of the girl in their arms, bid farewell to the beautiful weather of the resort, and came to the training base Rigburton (longbenton).

Bower drove a red Porsche 911 into the parking lot of the training base. An ordinary Peugeot attracted his attention, and the luxury cars around him made it look very eye-catching in the parking lot. Whose the hell is this? Is hesitant to drive into the training base? New staff?

Bowyer was unhappy. Today was the first training class for the Chinese coach. Gase asked me to be polite to this bastard and play football well. Damn! I just hate Asians. Bowyer remembered the scene of beating Asian young people with Woodgate in a bar before. [Note: In January 2000, Woodgate and Bowyer beat an Asian student in a bar in London due to excessive drinking, causing the latter to be seriously injured.]

Following one of his Audi sports car, Welshman Bellamy.

Bellamy: "Yeah, I came here very early today."

Bowyer: "Let's see what monster the head coach is."

Bellamy: "Have he called you, sweetheart."

Bowyer: "I've beaten, I haven't woken up yet."

"Guess what I'm doing? I'm doing exercise with two big girls."

"Haha, you are the only one? Be careful to be killed by **."

"Who do you think this car belongs to?"

"Damn, how do I know?"

"It's not good to see." Bang, Bowy put his foot on the front face of the Peugeot car, and a shoe mark fell on the silver-white body.

"This makes it much better."

The two boys walked towards the training ground talking and laughing.

Mr. Yang arrived at the training ground early. Standing on the grass, Mr. Yang remembered Valheim's training ground. Every time he arrived at the training ground, he could always see one or two early players practicing more. Now? There is no one. There are only two goals standing there quietly on the empty lawn.

You guys rely on this to win the championship? A joke. Let’s give you a warning first. A hint of smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Yang’s mouth.

At this time, the club's press officer Michelle came to the training ground.

"Coach Yang, there will be many media reporters coming to the press conference for the new season. They will first go to the training ground to shoot our training class. Do you have no problem?"

"no problem."

Hiller brought a few young players to the training ground for the first wave, followed by several Irish people, and the players arrived one after another, and the last one was Bower and Bellamy, who were laughing behind. Players of different skin colors and nationalities gathered together and stood loosely in front of Mr. Yang.

Outside the training ground, many cameras were set up, and Chinese journalists have become an indispensable part. Everyone is paying attention to Master Yang's every move, including the gossip issues about Master Yang's girlfriend changing.

Newcastle's first training session was a huge hit.

Master Yang glanced at his watch, fortunately, no one was late for the first training class when he was troubled.

"Hello, gentlemen. When Mourinho arrived at Chelsea last year, he said: I am the championship coach, and you are nothing. What I want to say today is, forget what was past, let's do it again. I want to know if you still have the ambition to win the championship? If you don't have any, please stand in front of the team."

No one moved on the court.

"Very good. Then the training for winning the championship will be very hard. Those who feel that they will not be able to hold on should stand in front."

No one moved on the court.

"It seems that we have a lot of consensus. To win the championship, we have to put in more effort. So the last question is, those who have no confidence in me, please stand in front."

Someone in the team shook for a moment and stood in front of the team alone - Bowyer. Everyone around was shocked. You kid are real. Although we all have a little lack of confidence, they are the head coach after all, so they have saved him some face. You are so awesome, and you have even stood up!

Bowy turned around and glared at Bellamy, you actually pushed me. But since you have all stood up, let's just be stubborn.

The air on the training ground suddenly became nervous, and the reporter next to him instantly pointed the focus at the two people in the center of the field. There were also a few of the players standing behind Bower who were holding back and not letting them laugh.

Wan Cheng Ruolan frowned: "Master Yang, if you can't sing this drama well, it will be even more difficult to sing next."

Hiller watched this incident coldly in the team. Master Yang, anyone can say beautiful words. Let’s get this thorn first. Otherwise, your contract will not be over until the end of the year.

Standing behind Master Yang, Rhode was also deeply saddened and gloating. What is bad to say and what he has to say is your own shortcomings, it depends on how you end up.

Master Yang was happy, hehe, there was really no face.

"Mr. Bowyer, how can you make you feel confident in me?"

Bowyer: "It's okay for anyone to be a head coach. I just don't like you as a head coach. What's the point of believing in confidence? What's the awesome thing about winning the League Cup?" Bowyer is famous for not playing according to common sense. Telling me the big truth? It's useless.

"Oh, the League Cup is nothing great. What about you? What have you ever won so far? Don't show off the bed-wetting award you did when you were in elementary school." Mr. Yang's words were not forgiving.

"Your hair is not growing enough, so come to train me. When I was playing football, you still wear open-crotch pants?" In fact, Bowyer is only one day older than Yang (January 3, 1977).

Player psychological card, number nu014680: Bowyer, Capricorn, is very smart, has extraordinary endurance, firm will, attaches importance to authority and reputation, has a good attitude towards leadership, is a self-contained and has good organizational ability. Earth signs are more introverted, slightly melancholy, introspective, lonely, conservative, nostalgic, and negative. They often pretend to be superior or strict to cover up their inner fragility. Previous violent behaviors can be interpreted as disguised reflection of fragility and organizational ability.

When Vincent showed this card to Master Yang, Master Yang asked: I am also a Capricorn, how can I communicate with him?

"Let him know your strength, tell him that he is actually very vulnerable. In addition, establish your authority in front of him."

It seems that it is not that easy to establish authority in front of you, Bowyer.

Master Yang took a step closer to Bower: "Since you have played for so long, tell me how Newcastle should win the championship?"

Boye wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't do so. He said with a tough bullet: "Buy big-name players and ask for a world-class head coach. Anyway, it's not a head coach like you."

Mr. Yang laughed in his heart, you finally got around: "A big-name player comes, should you leave the team if you are like trash?" Mr. Yang took another step forward, his face almost touching Bower's face, and you could clearly see the acne and freckles on it. "What can a shit player like you contribute to the team? Last season, he played 27 games, only three goals and six assists. You are very talented when you take red and yellow cards. He praised you for your shit! Can shit become fertilizer and fertile earth? But you can only consume oxygen and waste food!" Mr. Yang's profound Chinese translation into English made the people around him amazed.

Mr. Yang stretched out a finger and poked Bowy's chest: "Do you dare not have confidence in me, a player like you? I am not qualified, you are worse than me! Do you understand? Shit!"

"You...you..." Bowyer, you for a long time, and the Newcastle players were all so naughty that they couldn't speak. Mr. Yang's words not only meant Bowyer, but also pointed to those players who were not working hard.

"You are the shit!" Baoye suddenly kicked Master Yang.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, but no one could stop Boye, who was angry and embarrassed.

It was a long time to say that! Master Yang gently removed Baoye's leg wind with his left hand, and then punched him hard on Baoye's stomach.

They were shocked on and off the court.

Is this Mr. Yang, or Bruce Lee? Although Bowyer's leg strength cannot keep up with Hiller, who can beat football, he is also a player who can play 100 kilometers per hour. Why is he fucked like this?

Someone wanted to go forward and help Boye, but he held it back.

Wan Cheng Ruolan asked the photographer next to him: "Have you taken it? Did you take it?"

The photographer was also excited: "I took it, I must take it! This shot can be won by the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism!"

The performance on the training ground was not over yet. Baoye was punched by Master Yang and lay on the ground and hummed, but he clearly heard Master Yang say to everyone.

"Tell you one thing. If the champion can be bought with money, then there is no need for us to exist on the court. Let the club's presidents compare their total assets in August every year, and then decide that the team is the champion. We are not his fucking Chelsea, we are the sons of Newcastle coal miners. At what time, there is only one way to the championship before us - that is, the whole team is determined to win all the games - we must go this path."

Master Yang glanced at Boye lying on the grass: "Whether it is me, Boye, or all of you, we are not the best. Then take 200% of our efforts to make up for these shortcomings. Then, let's see where we stand at the end of the season?"

Everyone on the court didn't say a word, and everyone was thinking about what Mr. Yang said.

"Send him to the infirmary and start training." Mr. Yang clapped his hands and said.
Chapter completed!