There are 24 teams in the English Champions League, each team has to play a total of 46 home and away games with 23 opponents. Excluding the gap between international matches every two months, the League Cup and the FA Cup are absent, and the remaining time is almost enough to arrange the game.

Ten days before Christmas, Millwall had three league games to play, and the past one was a match against Sunderland.

This match two days later was a confrontation with the "Seagull" Brighton.

Millwall is still playing at home, and the team is not in a hurry to do anything, just wait for the game with peace of mind.

So Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, as his work would take a long time to start.

After arriving at the club, Zhang Yang headed straight to the restaurant. He woke up too late in the morning and had not had time to eat. Filling his stomach was more important than anything else.

Millwall's internal restaurant provides the entire club, and the first team and staff will dine here. The first team players come to eat after 11:30 and finish the morning training. Other staff are similar, and they are also revolving around the first team.

When Zhang Yang came to the restaurant, there was not even a single person in the lobby.

The restaurant staff didn't expect someone to come. A man and a woman stood there chatting. The level of commitment was that they didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

"Hi man! Give me a steak! Just want this, it's fat!"

Zhang Yang shouted.

The male waiter was startled and turned to see Zhang Yang and was confused, "Are you...?"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you work in Millwall? Sorry, we only offer clubs..."

"Of course." Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, "I joined the job the day before yesterday."

“What position?”

“Match instructor.”

The male waiter was stunned for a while, and the female companion next to him suddenly said, "Yes, the club has an additional competition instructor, a very interesting position. I watched the game with Sunderland, and it was him!"

Zhang Yang exhaled.

"This is your first time having a meal? I need your work permit."

"Work permit?"

Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed, so he worked for one day. The induction procedures were completed yesterday, and the work permit was probably still there. "Can you not have a work permit? I pay cash, man, I'm about to starve to death, you won't let me go again!"

The two waiters looked at each other, but it was easier to make sure that Zhang Yang was from the club. "Okay, but when you come again, you must bring your work permit and find me to the machine to swipe it."

"no problem."

Zhang Yang agreed with a smile. He ordered a steak, a few slices of bread, and a glass of milk. He ate it on the small table next to him.

While eating, he chatted with the two waiters.

They are the staff in charge of the restaurant.

The man's name is Rigaal, who is in his early twenties and is very young, but not just a waiter, but also half a chef, who is responsible for simple tasks such as baking bread and stirring milk; the woman's name is Ebson, who is a little older, about thirty years old, and is specialized in making meat, such as roasted chicken and steak.

The steak that Zhang Yang ordered was just fried by Ebson. He put several pieces in his mouth and smiled at Ebson while chewing, "It tastes great, I really want to eat it every day."

Ebson laughed out loud, "How old you are, you can flirt with women."

"Eighteen years old." Zhang Yang smiled.

"Are you only eighteen?" Rigal's eyes widened. "You can start working at the age of eighteen, and be a 'race instructor'?"

"Rigar, you are innocent and cute." Ebson rolled his eyes.

Zhang Yang said, "I think I am eighteen every day."

"I feel the same way." Ebson expressed his approval.

This time it was Rigal's turn to roll his eyes, "So you are joking. By the way, you two are really thick-skinned!"

Zhang Yang was joking with the two of them, and soon brought everything on the table to his stomach. He stood up and yawned, stretched his waist long, greeted the two of them, and walked out of the restaurant.

As soon as I walked to the front of the door, I saw players coming in one after another.

A shout came from the side, "Zhang Yang, are you here to work today?"

Zhang Yang turned around and saw that it was Curtis Weston, next to him was Masterson. The two were having a meal together with their arms around each other. He smiled at the two, "Yes, I just came and went to the restaurant to have something to eat."

There were also several players coming over, some of them talked to Zhang Yang, and they knew each other, so they said hello, while those who didn't only looked at each other and walked away from each other.

Zhang Yang turned around the corner of the restaurant and walked over from the opposite side. He stopped and waved to greet him, "Danice, Frederick!"

"Zhang Yang?"

Denise Wise was a little surprised.

Frederick's face was not very good, and he didn't know if he saw Zhang Yang like this or always did this, but he still nodded with difficulty, which was considered to be a greeting.

Wise asked, "Are you here to work?"

"There is a game today, with Brighton's home court, right?"

"I didn't expect you to remember clearly." Frederick said with a sarcastic voice, "I thought you were so relaxed that you forgot."

Zhang Yang shrugged.

He greeted the two of them and passed by. Frederick's face really made it difficult for him to be interested and say more.

Frederick was so angry that he looked so lazy, "Look at his lazy look? How could he look like he came to work? He was more leisurely than his boss!"

Wise is silent.

Frederick continued to say in a voice that could be heard for dozens of meters apart, "He is not serious about work at all. Today is a game day, and he should have come in the morning, but he doesn't. What kind of 'match instructor' he is, and I don't know what Mr. Gligory thought!"

Wise was a little embarrassed, as if he was afraid that Zhang Yang would hear it, so he turned his head to take a look, while Flanderick was completely unconscious and his voice became louder and louder.

He was really a little depressed.

When he saw Zhang Yang not coming to work in the morning, he was still thinking that "this kid forgot the schedule." Unexpectedly, after the training in the morning, the kid walked out of the restaurant? In other words, when he came to the club, his first destination was not the first-team training ground, but to go to the restaurant to fill his stomach. More importantly, the purpose of the other party coming was to participate in the competition with the team and take up his most important work before.

Frederick was almost furious!

Zhang Yang was in the mood to pay attention to the resentful guy. He went to the coach's office in the office building, turned on the computer to check yesterday's training records. He just glanced at it and found Brighton's information.

Before the afternoon game, he needs to remember the names of Brighton's players who may play and see their recent performance.

These may be used when the competition is played.

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It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

All the players gathered in the training ground and they had to carry out pre-match warm-up activities.

Denise Wise also wants to use the time to familiarize the team with several small routines, hoping that it can be used in the game.

Frederick and Wise command the team's training together.

They were busy on the field.

Zhang Yang sat leisurely on the sidelines and became a spectator.

In fact, he also wanted to go over and see how the two of them arranged the training. Although he didn't need to interfere in the training work, it was always good to learn something.

But Frederick didn't let him intervene. He had a strong resistance in his words, "You are the 'game instructor', and you are not responsible for the training!"

So Zhang Yang could only watch leisurely, he was lying on the grass, basking in the warm sun. It was not easy for London in December to have such a good weather.

The sun shone on his face, and he closed his eyes in a daze. When he woke up again, someone was shaking his body.

"Wake up! Zhang!"

Zhang Yang was still a little confused. He lazily got up from the ground and found that the training on the court was still underway. The person next to him was Josh Simpson, "Josh? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Gligory called you to come!"

Zhang Yang nodded, and he looked at the court again, "Denice and Frederick are also going?"

Josh Simpson nodded and then smiled, "But they don't seem to be going to wake you up."

"Thank you."

Zhang Yang curled his lips.

It is actually quite annoying to have a tense relationship with colleagues, but the conflict between him and Frederick is a direct conflict of the nature of his work. Unless he resigns, his relationship will not be good.

Zhang Yang felt that this "semi-part-time" job was pretty good and had great development prospects, but he never thought of resigning, so he could only accept this situation.

Fortunately, the two sides didn't have much contact.

Frederick is responsible for training, he is only responsible for the competition, and there is no repetition of the work content.

When he arrived at the president's door, Zhang Yang heard a loud voice inside, "That Chinese boy is too lazy! The players are training, we are all working hard for the game, but he is sleeping!"

"Everyone saw it, the impact is so bad!"

"He doesn't work hard at all!"
Chapter completed!