Super Coach

The administrative office area of ​​Stamford Bridge Stadium is located in the five-story building where you entered from the gate. Yang Cheng walked into the administrative area and immediately attracted the attention of countless office workers on site. They all raised their heads and stared at him dumbfounded.

Why is this guy here?

A ridiculous idea came to everyone's mind. Could it be that he was going to take over Chelsea?

Some people even secretly feel that Mourinho is not worth it. The unlucky Portuguese lost a game and even lost his coaching position. So what?

However, when I saw Mourinho walking over with a sullen face, I immediately understood that this was not the case at all!

Feeling Mourinho's expression and eyes, the staff lowered their heads to work one by one.

On the contrary, Yang Cheng followed Mourinho carelessly towards his office.

Haha, Caesar, welcome! Kenyon smiled and caught up from behind. He had obviously heard the news.

Hello, Peter! Yang Cheng and Kenyon are no strangers.

Kenyon was like an enthusiastic partner, holding Yang Cheng's hand, I heard that you and Jose made an appointment to have a drink together, which is perfect. I have always hoped to have the opportunity to have a good chat with you.

After a pause, Kenyon looked at Mourinho, Jose, I have a bottle of French 1982 red wine specially kept in my office. How about you give me a chance to come to my office to get together? He didn't believe that Mourinho would refuse his favor.

Mourinho is now having a headache how to deal with this damn Caesar. Of course there is no problem when he hears this suggestion.

Yang Cheng lamented in his heart, it seemed that he was going to lose Mourinho's face, but this time it would not work. He secretly cursed this damn Kenyon in his heart, how could it be such a coincidence?

drink wine?

Just kidding, Yang Cheng didn't drink well, so he drank a little casually and immediately made an excuse to leave.

If you really stay and drink more, you are not ruining other people's lives, you are ruining your own business.

He absolutely believed that Mourinho and Chelsea would be happy to see Yang Cheng drunkenly appear in front of reporters and media around the world. It would definitely be a big news.

Looking at Yang Cheng's back, Kenyon put down the glass of red wine in his hand.

Smile slightly.

He's trying to piss you off! Kenyon said.

Mourinho nodded coldly, I know!

What is a show of force?

This is a show of force!

Ferguson often did this kind of thing. After winning the ball, he would take the opportunity to add insult to injury and taunt you. Then when they meet again next time, there will inevitably be a little shadow in his heart, making it easier to attack.

So, it's best not to get angry! Kenyon laughed, but he was used to Ferguson's tricks.

It's just that Yang Cheng seems to be more sophisticated than Ferguson. At least Kenyon can see that Mourinho said on the surface that it was fine and knew, but in fact, he was still unknowingly influenced by Yang Cheng.

To paraphrase Ferguson, if you give him a gun and a bullet at this moment, he will kill Yang Cheng without hesitation!

The boss watched the game and was very unhappy, but in the end he accepted my explanation. At the same time, we also made a plan to recruit during the winter break. I hope you have time to give me a list and plan so that we can operate as soon as possible. .”

When Kenyon spoke, he cut off the beginning and the end, leaving only the middle, and made it sound like Abramovich's decision was a benefit he had obtained for Mourinho.

Yeah! Mourinho replied without changing his expression.

Do a good job, Jose! Kenyon smiled and patted Mourinho on the shoulder, speaking like a superior leader.

Mourinho stood up directly, and broke free of his hand, I'm going back!, and then walked out of Kenyon's office without saying anything.

Kenyon looked at his hand in the air, and then at Mourinho's back, a trace of anger flashed in his heart, Is he really an arrogant guy who can't even say thank you?

Winning streak will cover up many problems and contradictions of a team, but this does not mean that problems and contradictions do not exist. On the contrary, these problems and contradictions will accumulate as the victory continues, and one day they will explode. .

Now, a key fiasco has only slightly allowed conflicts and problems to sprout.

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After beating Chelsea, the team won two weeks of national team matches.

Yang Cheng also got a chance to take a breath. Except for the international players who went to report to the national team, the team suspended training for one day so that everyone could have a good rest.

Like all holiday mornings, Yang Cheng still got up early, then ran in the community, returned home, took a cold shower, and finally came out to sit comfortably in front of the dining table, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

Without exception, all the reports were about Liverpool's 2-0 away game against Chelsea last night. They were all full of praise, and they simply wished they could lift Liverpool to heaven.

Uncle Cheng, are you listening to me? Natalie grabbed the newspaper in his hand.

Ah? What did you say? Yang Chengzhen didn't hear clearly.

Natalie slapped her forehead hard, with an expression like I've really lost to you, and then tapped the two tickets on the dining table, I ask you, do you want to go to London to watch Avril Lavigne's concert?

It's a concert, I wonder if I'm free! Yang Cheng said perfunctorily and grabbed the newspaper again.

But I want to go! Natalie's eyes were innocent, as if asking for help.

Yang Cheng immediately smiled and said, Go ahead, I'll sponsor you to go to London.

I want you to go with me! Natalie replied immediately, feeling secretly uneasy.

Uh... Yang Cheng's mind raced, trying to find an excuse.

Don't say no! Natalie changed from her usual reserve this time and became very proactive, even a little domineering.

Looking at her eyes, Yang Cheng shook his head and sighed, he really loved her so much.

Yeah, I knew Uncle Cheng loved me the most! Natalie came over with a smile, kissed Yang Cheng on the face, and then ran into her room, saying she was going to make a phone call.

Yang Cheng rubbed his face, which looked a little strange, as if it still had warmth. He thought to himself: Why are little girls nowadays so proactive? Do they really think that they are Liu Xiahui who is sitting still and calm?

No, I am also a normal man, a 32-year-old man who is as strong as a wolf and a tiger!

Never seduce me into committing a crime again, Amen!

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Yang Cheng spent the next few days at the training ground and at home.

Although the first team has suspended training, he has a lot to do. For example, Davis and others have resumed training, but the team has added several new injured players. These damn national team games have never stopped tossing.

However, in order to fulfill his promise, he still accompanied Natalie to London to attend Avril Lavigne's concert.

This concert is scheduled to be held at Wembley Stadium, which has not yet been completed. This stadium was just demolished and rebuilt last year. Now a year later, the stands and framework have been completed, but there is a lack of funds to continue, so it is On the one hand, it earns some fees by leasing it to people for concerts or other activities, and at the same time, it is also raising funds from everywhere.

Avril gave her a friendly ticket, and she was in the front row. Yang Cheng and Natalie were in the dark concert stands, so they were inconspicuous, but she recognized them at a glance, and kept talking about them throughout the concert. The winks and facial expressions made Natalie laugh.

Yang Cheng watched from the side and felt puzzled, why did these two ghost girls seem to know each other so well?

After the concert ended, Yang Cheng and Natalie went backstage and chatted with Avril for a while. Then the two girls walked aside and whispered a lot, not knowing what they were doing.

Why do you seem so familiar with Avril Lavigne? Yang Cheng couldn't help but ask this question on the train back to Liverpool. After all, he had accompanied her to London to watch the concert so far away, so he had to give it to himself no matter what. Get it.

Natalie smiled and glanced at Yang Cheng, but did not give an answer.

Yang Cheng didn't ask further questions, thinking to himself, how can you, a little girl, hide a secret in the film?

Not to mention, Yang Cheng's impression of Natalie still remains in the distant past, the image of that little loli waiting for the bus alone in the cold night, but in fact, Natalie has grown up and is no longer the same person she used to be. That little girl.

Uncle Cheng, do you still remember that year in Leipzig? Natalie asked, her thoughts flying to a long, long time ago.

It was you who helped me pay for the train ticket back then. I also took the train back to Frankfurt from Leipzig, just like now, and Tim was sitting opposite. She looked back on those years with great interest.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, but he was wondering in his heart, why did she call herself uncle, but called Tim Hank by his first name? Doesn't this make it clear that you are calling yourself old?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Natalie next to him rubbing her shoulders and arms, obviously feeling a little cold.

The train was going all the way north, and since it was already mid-October, it was normal to be cold.

I told you to wear more clothes when you go out, but you don't listen! Yang Cheng complained, but he still felt sorry for her in his heart. He was about to take off his coat and put it on for her, but when he saw her secretly turning her face to the side and smiling, Immediately I knew what was going on.

Natalie was really having fun. Just backstage, Avril secretly caught her and taught her a unique trick, which is to pretend to be cold on the road, and then ask him to take off his clothes, doing a classic scene of a flower protector.

Nine and a half out of ten men can't stop the attack of a weak woman. Believe me, he will definitely take it off! At that time, Avril vigorously patted her plump breasts to assure her.

The progress of the plan was going smoothly at first. She saw that Yang Cheng was about to take off his clothes, and she felt sweet in her heart. She felt that Uncle Cheng still loved her. For this, she snickered happily, but when she turned around, she found that Her clothes were still on, and her damn uncle Cheng was pretending to sleep.

Uncle Cheng! Natalie shook Yang Cheng's hand.

Ah? Yang Cheng replied weakly.

Pack! Too pretentious!

Natalie felt bright in her heart, but she didn't point it out, I'm a little cold!

Yes, the further north you go, the cooler the temperature becomes. Just be patient and you'll be home soon, Yang Cheng said.

Natalie wanted to cry. What does it mean to be patient and get home?

Your sweatshirt is also very warm, it's stuffed inside! Natalie hinted.

It's not warm either, I still feel cold! Yang Chengzhen rubbed his hands a few times, which was too weird.

Natalie really wanted to cry, she had made it so obvious, didn't he understand?

Uncle Cheng, don't you think you should show your gentlemanly demeanor at this time? She simply said it plainly, you can't be so thick-skinned, right?

Yang Cheng opened his eyes and hiccupped for a long time, But... I'll take it off and put it on for you. What if I'm cold?

After a pause, Yang Cheng patted Natalie on the shoulder with a smile, looking like a shameless uncle, You are still young, Natalie. You have good physical fitness and strong resistance. You will be fine if you endure the cold for a while. , Uncle Cheng, I am old and my immunity is weak. If I get a cold or something, I'm afraid I won't be able to get sick.

Damn, I'm talking like a 10-year-old grandfather.

Natalie snorted angrily, turned her head, and simply looked out the car window. She knew in her heart that Yang Cheng had seen through her little trick. The more she thought about it, the more funny she found it, and in the end she couldn't bear it. He kept giggling.

Yang Cheng couldn't help it, he was infected and started laughing too.

You are too bad, Uncle Cheng, you can't tease me like this! Natalie complained.

Wow, aren't you trying to trick me too? He didn't dare to talk about seduction, he was too sensitive.

Natalie pouted, stared at Yang Cheng, and hummed a few times.

But at this moment, she suddenly couldn't hold it back and sneezed directly.

This time it was real, and it looked a little bit cold.

As soon as Yang Cheng saw it, he knew it was not a show, so he immediately took off his sweatshirt and complained, I told you to bring more clothes, but you refuse, so you're so cold to death! A typical man with a sharp mouth and a soft heart.

A warm sweatshirt was put on Natalie, while Yang Cheng himself was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.

You should wear it, Uncle Cheng, I'm not cold!! .