I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 27 Encountering the First Division Team

After two days, Pjanic completely eliminated the strangeness and returned to the hang of the youth team.

"The less you think the better!"

Wang Hao said with emotion.

On this point, Wang He envies Pjanic more. He is naturally more sensitive, and many things just don’t show up in his heart, but Pjanic really doesn’t care about anything, and he is born with a big heart.

But today's situation is a bit different. Pjanic slumped on the bed with a mournful face and complained: "This is shit. I just came to the first team and I have to play against the first-tier team. It's fucking unlucky!"

After listening to Pjanic's words, Wang Hao recalled that when the French Cup quarter-finals were drawn, there was only a second-tier team in Saint-Etienne besides Metz. Pjanic's complaints were completely unreasonable. Wang Ji put down the book in his hand and persuaded: "Saint Etienne is a veteran giant, I think they are better than Le Mans."

Speaking of the name Le Mans, many people are not familiar with it, but when it comes to their famous stars, many people will suddenly realize that it is the team that Drogba used to play for!

Le Mans won and upgraded to Ligue [-] last season, but their current situation is not good. They rank second to last in Ligue [-] and are the favorites to be relegated at the end of the season.

In contrast, although Saint-Etienne is also a second-tier team, but they are veteran giants and ten-time champions, and they have a solid foundation, which is not a bone to chew on.

Wang Hao is more willing to face Le Mans. Metz is the favorite for promotion, and his opponent is the favorite for relegation. They should be similar in strength. Considering many factors, Metz has a great chance of defeating his opponent and entering the quarter-finals.

"Aren't you afraid, Mira?"

Wang Yu asked with a smile.

Pjanic sat up "scrambling" and said with his neck stuck: "I'm afraid of farts, I'm afraid they are not strong enough, the game is too boring!"

"Haha, I just admire your serious and bragging personality."

After making a joke, Wang Huo put on a serious expression: "When we were in the youth team, we always worked hard for the championship. Now that we are in the first team, what if we meet the first-tier team? This is just Le Mans. Not Leon."

"It's easy for you to say. Even if we win Le Mans, we will still be in the first division in the next draw. Next time we will not be so lucky. Maybe we will meet Marseille or Lyon. Is it possible that you still want to win the French Cup?"

Wang Wei stomped his feet heavily, causing the dust to rise: "I just want the championship, and a player who doesn't want the championship is not a good player."

"There is no rule that the second division team cannot win the French Cup."

"Fuck, don't be kidding."

Seeing Wang Hao's serious appearance, Pjanic stood up abruptly: "Are you serious?"

Wang shrugged: "It's not uncommon to win the French Cup, but there has never been such a thing as a team in the second division. As long as we win the championship, we will make history. It is not impossible. A few years ago, the Guingamp team won the league. We were also a second-tier team in the French Cup. If they can do it, why can’t we? As long as we can win the French Cup, next season we can go to the Europa League to compete with the four major league teams, and the whole world will know us name."

"Fuck, done!"

Excited by what he said, Pjanic slapped the bed and jumped up, almost hitting Wang Xie.

Sure enough, he was a hot-blooded young man, and after a few words, Wang Hao felt more and more that fooling Pjanic had no sense of accomplishment.

Pjanic is sometimes very clever, otherwise he would not be able to convince so many people to shave their heads.Sometimes it's quite silly. Normal people wouldn't believe that shaving their head can run faster, but he just believed it. Wang Hao didn't know whether he was smart or stupid.

This time he didn't lie to Pjanic. Metz has already been eliminated in the League Cup, and only the French Cup can be chased. As long as he wins the French Cup, Metz will be able to play in the Europa League next season as soon as he is promoted. Think about it interesting!
……

After the big cleaning in the summer, the overall atmosphere of Metz is still relatively positive, even if there is competition among players, it is benign.

Just like what Wang Hao said, Le Mans is not a great team, and they have suffered a losing streak in the league. It's hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker in this meeting. At least Metz's morale must be stronger than that of his opponent.

Tardio didn't take Le Mans seriously at all. He didn't have any special arrangements for how the players should train and let them train.

Not to mention Le Mans, he didn't pay much attention to the French Cup.

His mind is on the league, and the loss of hope of promotion in the final stage of last season has always been a pain in his heart.

Metz has the right momentum now, just to keep this momentum, and strive to be promoted to the first division as a champion, which is a shame.

As for the French Cup, is it different from the League Cup?

Anyway, they are studying with the prince, and it is not Metz's turn to win the championship. It would be better if he can get out of the game earlier, so that he can concentrate on the league.

……

Tadio doesn't care, it doesn't mean others don't care.

Later, Pierre called Wang Ji to his office.

Wang Hao has been in Metz for several years, except for the dormitory and the training ground, Pierre’s office is the place where he spends most of his time. Wang Hao is not restrained at all. He helped Pierre make a cup of coffee, found a bottle of water, and unscrewed it to fill it. He took a sip: "Head, what can I do for you?"

He has just finished training and feels extremely thirsty.

"Nothing, just wanted to ask how you feel in the first team?"

"How about it, it's the same as usual."

Wang Hui replied: "Train as usual, eat as usual, and sleep as usual."

"But a few days ago, the coach of the first team specifically asked me to complain, saying that you are a thorn in the head, and will send you back to the youth team!"

Wang Huo rolled his eyes, thinking that the little old man played a lot, this is to scare him, adults like to play this trick when facing children, if nothing else, send him back to the first team of the youth team and use the goalkeeper as the midfielder ?

Lao Wang used to like to scare him when he was fine, "Don't run around, you will be caught by the bad guys", "If you don't obey me, I will throw you away", "You picked it up in the trash can"...

When Wang Xie went to elementary school, he had experienced such things a lot, and he had a certain ability to distinguish. Wang Hao would not believe it if he threatened him again, and made Lao Wang shout that his lovely son had disappeared.

"Head, if it's okay, I can go."

Wang Ji didn't dare to refute Pierre, but he didn't want to sit here and listen to his education. The little old man had a set of principles, and Moji would definitely not be able to have dinner with him tonight.

When Pierre heard that Wang Xuan was about to leave, he quickly pushed him back to the sofa: "I just remembered that the French Cup is about to start, let's see how you are doing."

"..."

The little old man was afraid that he would be nervous when he met the first-tier team. He obviously cared about him, so he had to find an opportunity to educate him first.

"Head, do you think I'm a nervous person?"

Wang He pointed to himself and said, "I'm not even afraid of facing Wenger, let alone those rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs in Le Mans. A big score, the Le Mans players can't bear it."

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