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Chapter 468 Old Lei's Determination

The more friends you have, the easier the journey will be.

At this moment, Rossi deeply understands this.

Eddie Howe's idea is perfect, and now his only worry is whether Lao Lei is willing to take up the coach again at the age of 72 and coach a League One team.

After all, he was once the best coach in the Premier League. Isn't it too bad for him to coach League One?

But Eddie Howe is very sure that Lao Lei will definitely take over the team and lead them out of the predicament.

After staying in Bournemouth for one night, Rossi drove to London the next day.

In the afternoon in London, the sun was a bit dazzling. An old man picked up a water pipe from the ground, walked slowly to the water valve, and turned on the screw switch.

Clear water gushed out of the nozzle, and the old man blocked the nozzle with his thumb in a panic, making the water pressure stronger and able to irrigate the orchard in front of him.

Just as a smile appeared on the old man's face, an old woman came out of the house and quickly turned off the water valve.

"Oh, watering at noon, do you think they live longer?"

The old man was a little dissatisfied, pointed to the front and said: "Look, the ground is all dry, if you don't water them, they will be sunburned to death."

The old woman shook her head and said, "Watering will make them die faster. If you don't understand, just go back to the house. The more you help, the more helpful you will be."

The old man threw away the water pipe a little angrily, and said: "I'm not kind, I want to help you with something, and I won't care about anything at home anymore."

"I didn't expect you to take care of it, just don't cause me any trouble."

The two quarreled louder and louder, like two children, refusing to admit defeat.

"Mr. Redknapp, Mrs. Redknapp, you look so pretty!"

The two old children who were arguing suddenly changed their faces when they saw a man and a woman.

"Luo, you're here, come in!"

"Pixie, it's been a while, your complexion is getting better and better!"

Just like that, the two old people welcomed the visitor into the house as if nothing had happened just now.

After sitting down, Mrs. Redknapp brought black tea and snacks.

"Ro, congratulations!"

Having won the Triple Crown for two consecutive years, even Real Madrid, which had won the Champions League twice in a row, failed to do so.

"But unfortunately, you are about to leave Bayern. Maybe you can defend the six crowns!"

Rossi said modestly: "I don't dare to think about defending the title, just go all out and leave no regrets."

Redknapp nodded and said, "You must have a correct attitude on the court and a humble tone off the court. This is the quality of a professional player. With this, I believe that if you go to Real Madrid, your achievements will be even higher."

"Thanks to your teaching."

Lao Lei said: "I'm an old man, I don't have such a big help, I still have to rely on you."

"I think you are in good spirits, no worse than Mr. Heynckes. He can lead us to win the championship, and you can too."

Lao Lei's expression moved slightly, feeling that there was something in Rossi's words, he smiled and said, "Luo, what are you doing here today?"

It was difficult for Rossi to speak. After all, Lao Lei was always afraid of losing face as the best coach in the Premier League.

After thinking twice, Rossi plucked up his courage and said, "Sir, didn't I buy a team a few days ago? I would like to ask you to come out and help those young people gain a firm foothold in League One."

After Mrs. Redknapp finished listening, her smiling face froze instantly, and she looked at Old Lei seriously.

Lao Lei leaned his body on the backrest, his expression serious.

For a moment, the living room fell into silence.

This situation is something that Rossi did not expect.

He thought that even if Lao Lei didn't want to, he wouldn't be so silent.

Could it be that inviting him out of the mountain really lost his identity?
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Pixie hurriedly interrupted: "Ma'am, it's been a long time since I tasted your roast chicken, can you tell me, I'll make it for Luo when I get home."

Mrs. Redknapp squeezed out a smile and said, "Okay, come with me to the kitchen, and I'll teach you."

After the two left, only Rossi and Lao Lei were left.

Lao Lei also forced a smile, and said: "Luo, thank you for your invitation, but I have limited energy, I'm afraid I can't help you, sorry."

Rossi could hear Lao Lei's strange tone, shook his head hastily, and said, "I'm the one who caused you trouble."

Afterwards, Rossi never mentioned anything about the team again.

In the evening, the two left Lao Lei's house.

Mrs. Redknapp was tidying up the kitchen, and Old Ray sat alone on a chair in a daze.

"Thinking about what?"

The wife handed over a cup of black tea and said, "Since the afternoon, you have been a little preoccupied."

Lao Lei smiled, took the cup, and said, "When I'm old, it's easy to think about the past."

The old woman seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated, and went back to the kitchen silently.

Lao Lei sat for a while, then shouted towards the kitchen: "I'm going to the study to read some books."

In the study room, Lao Lei carefully took down a thick picture album from the top of the bookcase, carried it to the desk, and flipped through the pages.

Inside are yellowed photos and clipped old newspapers, recording his long journey from player to coach.

Every time he read a page, his fingers gently stroked those old photos, as if experiencing it again, which made him smile.

Sometimes, there will be a trace of regret.

Mrs. Redknapp looked through the door for a while, sighed, and walked away silently.

When Lao Lei closed the last page and took off his glasses, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

When he returned to the room, his wife had already fallen asleep and her back was turned to him.

Lao Lei lightly lifted the quilt, lay on the bed, not feeling sleepy, just staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Just do what you want, don't be afraid of being laughed at by others!"

After a long time, Mrs. Redknapp, who had been pretending to be asleep, spoke.

He had already seen her husband's mind, and from the moment Rossi spoke, he was moved.

But he was afraid.

Two years ago, Lao Lei resigned as the head coach of Birmingham due to physical reasons, and stayed at home.

In fact, it was because of his poor record that he didn't even qualify for the play-offs and was dismissed by the club.

For a former Premier League coach, this was an even more fatal blow to his heart.

The coaches of the same period as him, Ferguson and Wenger, both won countless championships in the giants, and retired amidst applause and flowers after becoming famous.

Ranieri, who is a few years younger than himself, was able to lead Leicester City to win the Premier League championship four years ago.

And Heynckes, who is the same age as himself, also led Bayern to the treble.

Only his own room of honor, only one FA Cup and one Championship in Portsmouth.

Although successful at Tottenham and won the Premier League Manager of the Year, he never won a trophy.

I am also heading for decline step by step, staying away from the top league.

Now, even the Championship teams are unwilling to hire themselves.

This is a huge blow to a 70-year-old man.

He is not afraid to start all over again, Rossi's proposal rekindled his fighting spirit.

But the vividness of the past made him hesitate.

"Can I really?"

Fear of failure has become the biggest factor blocking him.

"If you don't try, how will you know." The wife turned around and said, "Harry Potter, he won't give in until he defeats Voldemort."

"Harry, you are my magician!"

Lao Lei smiled and held her in his arms.

"The magician is old and has no magic power."

Pointing to his heart, the old woman said, "Magic is in your heart, not in other people's mouths."

After a while, Lao Lei got up from the bed, flustered, and muttered, "I have to call Luo quickly and ask him to reserve the head coach position for me."

"It's too late, I will regret it forever!"

Mrs Redknapp laughed.

Because she saw her husband's eyes, the bright light of her youth appeared.

That "Harry the Wizard" is back!

(End of this chapter)