Born to be a coach [soccer]

Negotiations with Borussia's coaching staff seem to have reached an impasse.

Of course, Borussia will not force Royce to play closed games, but what if Royce insists on playing out of his feelings for the team?Or did Borussia's coaching staff take turns and convince Royce to ask him to play?

At this time, Professor Friedrich came out with the "chicken coop" on his head, and sat in the conference room of Borussia Mönchen, leaning heavily on the back of the chair, with the three words "unhappy" written on his forehead.

After Anton introduced the professor, Borussia Borussia was in awe: Although the professor is always in London, he is a bigwig in the industry after all. Not only the team doctor, but the entire coaching staff have heard of it.

So the Borussia head coach asked cautiously: "Professor, how is Royce's injury? Is it serious?"

The professor laughed twice, raised his voice and said, "It's not serious!" Borussia's coaching staff felt a little nervous when they heard it, and no one could be happy.

"Although it is not serious, he is too young. If he cannot recover properly at this time, there will be huge hidden dangers. If he is allowed to play in closed games before he recovers, it is likely to cause his injury to recur, or even Affect the entire career." The professor said that he would get angry when he got angry, suddenly pulled his face down, then switched from English to German, and shouted:

"Do you have the heart?"

The working language of the Borussia Borussia coaching staff is German, of course no problem.Anton could also understand it completely. Only the only Englishman present, CEO Martin Bain, looked confused and didn't know what they were talking about.

"Many of you are fathers, and many of you have brought out proud disciples yourself. Feel your conscience—I heard from Anton that this child only needs to be polished for two more years, and he will be able to grow up." I hope to be successful, I am a piece of material that can enter the national team! I am simply confused, why are British clubs protecting our young players, and you, are you doing this kind of thing here?"

On the opposite side of Borussia Borussia's coaching staff, shame appeared on everyone's face.

Martin couldn't help asking Anton secretly: "What are they talking about?"

Anton replied solemnly: "They are discussing why football is a sport invented by the British but always won by the Germans."

Martin: ...really?

The professor patted the table and switched back to English: "I'm done."

Anton spoke slowly at this time: "Our side has also fully expressed our point of view. In the future, if your club can't even get eleven players to play, and you still insist on letting Marco play, then please wait for us A lawyer's letter!"

He stood up: "Professor, Martin, the communication here is almost done."

Borussia Borussia's coaching staff didn't know what to say, and the other side insisted on the law, and at the same time moved people with emotion, so they couldn't refuse.

"However, we are still worried that Marco himself will persist..." In the end, Borussia's team doctor reluctantly expressed the results of his earlier communication with Royce.

Anton clasped his hands lightly and smiled at each other, his voice was warmer than ever, as if the purpose of this trip was not to protest or pressure, but to visit a group of old friends: "It's okay, I will persuade him."

When Martin, the professor and Anton boarded the flight back to London together, Martin finally took the opportunity to ask, "How did you convince Marco?"

Anton smiled: "It's very simple, I told him to trust his teammates."

Even if you can't play, you should cheer for your friends, help them devote themselves to the game, and believe that they can create miracles.

When Borussia Borussia succeeds in relegation, Royce's injury should be almost healed.

So that's all right? —Martin opened his mouth and remained silent for a long time.

The professor has been haggling with Anton: "Little Tony, tell me, all my outpatient clinics have been postponed today. How will you compensate me for the loss?"

Anton shrugged: "You ask, and I will do it for you."

The professor looked at Anton, and snapped his fingers: "I want to eat bologna bolognese..."

Anton: "No problem!"

"I still want to eat dumplings, pork and cabbage stuffing, and three delicacies stuffing!"

Anton: "It's all...no problem! It's all on my account!"

Martin next to him felt hungry while listening: I also...

But Anton didn't have time to satisfy the professor's hunger immediately after he returned to England. Together with Martin, he hurried back to Sunderland. They still had two games in late March.The schedule doesn't wait for anyone.

But what happened to Royce reminded Anton-he always felt as if he had forgotten something, and now he finally remembered: he raised his left hand, and immediately "rented" his right hand to the young goalkeeper of the relegation team Sheffield Wednesday , Jordan Pickford, I don’t know what’s going on now.

Although he had watched Pickford's game video and called him twice, it sounded like the young man missed his fellows in the youth training camp very much, and asked several times when his buddies could come to see him.

Anton had promised earlier that he would go to see Pickford's scene, but it hasn't happened yet.So Anton immediately started to check Sheffield Wednesday's schedule, and found that the day after Sunderland's 38th round, there was a Sheffield Wednesday home game.

He went to Martin: "Can you help me book tickets? I think it's best to book a whole row of seats, which should be conspicuous, and it's better to be closer to the goalkeeper."

Martin thought for a while and said, "Then it's better to book a box! Book a big box and seat as many people as you want. The seats outside are easily blocked by season ticket owners, and it's not easy to book a whole row."

Anton further asked Martin: "Can the club reimburse the ticket money?"

He originally thought that Martin would not agree and had to pay for it himself, but who knew that Martin replied: "No problem!"

Obviously, Martin has gradually "accustomed" to being obedient to Anton's request-mainly knowing that Anton will never do anything that will harm the club, and every request of him is meaningful. For long term consideration.

Besides, renting out a whole box is not much more expensive than buying VIP seats for nothing: the head coach of his club must be decent to watch other teams' games.

Going to Xie Wednesday to watch the game took the form of voluntary registration, and open recruitment between the whole team and the youth team.Kaulbeck, who has always been friends with Pickford, and several other familiar youth players have signed up.Captain Garner and Henderson, who came from Sunderland's youth training, also expressed their support for their players.

In addition, Vardy, who was born in Xie Wednesday's youth training, also expressed his desire to revisit his hometown, and Anton also brought him along.

In the end, the Sunderland youth players were led by Anton, boarded a minibus, and set off from Sunderland to Sheffield.A car of people were all wearing Sunderland's usual training sportswear, and the minibus drove directly to the VIP entrance of the Hillsborough Football Stadium.The team members got out of the car one by one, and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Sunderland's team members were all very proud. Seeing someone turning their eyes towards them, they all put on a majestic look, without looking sideways, and walked into the VIP viewing area.

"What's going on here?" Some Xie Wednesday fans recognized Sunderland's team uniform and team logo, and whispered quietly: "Who is our opponent today?"

It was quickly confirmed: "It's not Sunderland anyway!"

"Then these people are..."

"By the way, the current goalkeeper in the team is a kid who has just been brought up to play in the starting line-up. I heard that Sunderland is on loan. Is it for this?"

"Such a group of people are here to cheer for that little goalkeeper? Oh my god, isn't that too considerate?"

"Well, it should be! It seems that there is also the head coach of Sunderland, the one with black hair. Maybe he came to inspect the performance of the goalkeeper."

"Heh, our goal should be very stable today. Who doesn't want to show off in front of their coach?"

"That is--"

However, Pickford himself has not been conscious of "showing a show" so far. He is warming up on the court with other players.The weather has been getting warmer recently. Goalkeepers no longer face the danger of hypothermia, but warm-ups are also essential. Without a complete warm-up, it is difficult to stretch out the body. Not only can they not perform at a normal technical level, but they are also prone to injuries.

At this time, there were not many fans who had already entered the stadium. Most of them gathered in the waiting area of ​​the stadium, where there were TV screens showing other games of the Premier League and the Championship.In addition, there are shops selling snacks such as hot dogs, as well as Coke and beer in paper cups.Only a small group of fans entered the stadium early, taking pictures of themselves with the greenery behind them and the players warming up as the background.

Pickford is a very ordinary young man. His life is no different from the "small town youth" produced locally in Sunderland, and even soaked in the essence of local street culture.His physique and good skills are all learned from the streets.Since he joined Sunderland's youth training echelon at the age of 8, his life has gradually simplified, and it has become: going to school, training, competition, rest... the cycle repeats.

Since coming to Sheffield Wednesday, as the club's head coach Anton said, the relegation team has many opportunities to exercise, and the hard task of relegation lies ahead. Whoever performs better and plays more stably is eligible Starter - that's why he got the first goalkeeper position very quickly.

But the life of "leveling" alone is very boring. Pickford has only been here for two months. Most of the players in Sheffield Wednesday's first team are older than him, and Pickford has not yet made a few friends. .Although the head coach Anton called him a few times, the young man still had a low heart in his heart - when will such a "leveling" career be the end!

But at this moment, Pickford seemed to vaguely hear someone calling his name.

The voice seemed familiar.

Pickford turned around and looked at the box not far in front of him to the left.There he saw familiar training uniforms and familiar faces. Companions and teammates who were familiar and unfamiliar in the past were all gathered in the box at this moment, cheering and waving to him.Although the distance was far, Pickford couldn't hear what they were shouting at him, but the young man was so excited that he couldn't help himself for a moment—until he saw an elegant figure with arms folded, standing quietly among a group of cheering among the lads.

Pickford calmed down all of a sudden, he knew what he should do.

The author has something to say: the second watch is at six o'clock in the evening!