Born to be a coach [soccer]

After the meeting ended, Russell and Anton walked out of the meeting room together.

Russell felt that he had completely become a lemon essence at this moment, even the breath he exhaled was sour——

My superior, who I have worked with for two months, usually does not show the mountains and does not reveal the water, but he has such a family background, no wonder he always speaks with so much confidence.

"There are plenty of English Premier League teams with bad financial conditions, just buy one like the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority!" Russell muttered in a low voice, "It's so easy to say!"

Anton didn't go far at this time, probably vaguely heard what Russell said, turned his head and gave him a strange look, but didn't say much, and let Russell go.

Russell is still sour: No wonder people can easily use so many high-tech equipment and analyze football with various special skills... If he was born in such an environment and received such an education, he still does not know what kind of achievements he will have. —Where would it be like now?Tied up by the mortgage and the children's tuition to a position that wasn't big enough to show his full talents.

In the conference room just now, the head coach and assistant coach did not disclose their differences.But Anton's words could not completely convince Russell.Although there are only three knockout games left in the FA Cup, it is conceivable that each of these games will be a tough battle, which is bound to take a lot of energy for the team and will definitely affect the team's schedule in the English Championship.

The team was not in good form before, with one draw and one loss in succession, which was more or less related to the intensive schedule in February and the very difficult FA Cup game.If it weren't for the physical fitness coach and the chief nutritionist who have been paying close attention to the physical condition of the players, the players might not be able to keep up with such consecutive double matches in a week.

Thinking of this, Russell angrily went to the "venue director" Mills, "borrowed" a cigarette, and stood in the open space outside the door to smoke - he had already "quit smoking", mainly to save money, so it really If you are depressed, you can only play Mills' idea.

Unexpectedly, standing outside, facing the cool wind in early spring, Russell, who was smoking a cigarette, felt even more worried.

The schedule of the Yingying Championship alone is enough for the team to have a headache.Now that the title of the Championship has accumulated 69 points, Sunderland's hope of entering the top two this season is very slim.At the end of the season, the team has a relatively high hope of winning the third place to No.6, but these four teams need to play another round of additional knockout rounds, and finally decide a team to take the last train of the Super League.

There are too many variables in the play-offs, and by the end of the season, most of the players have reached the end of their strength. No one is sure whether they can be promoted or not.

Russell thought bitterly: Anton, that rich kid, speaks "miracles" every time he speaks. "I'm an honest salaryman. As long as there are no miracles in reality, don't tell me these fancy things are used to deceive fans!"

He didn't expect that just two months ago, he was still worried that the team's relegation would cause him to lose his job and return the house to the bank.

"If I came to be the acting coach after Simon was out of class, things might not be what they are now." The more Russell thought about it, the more bitter he became. After his background, he has risen to unprecedented heights-if Anton hadn't been backed by his family, with his age and foreign experience, he would have no chance of winning a coaching position in the highly competitive English market?

People just can't be compared, it's really infuriating to compare!

The cigarette butt in Russell's hand almost burned his fingers before he threw it into a simple "ashtray".

Anton happened to come out at this moment, saw Russell, smiled and said, "So you are here, Charlie is looking for you, training is about to start, I think the boys are almost ready. Let's go there together."

Charlie Adams is the club's strength and conditioning coach.

Anton said it without any grievances, and the smile on his face was very sincere.If it weren't for the conversation with Martin earlier, Russell would never have imagined that Anton would have such a family background.From Russell's point of view, this is an ordinary person with a down-to-earth job, although he is a little younger and a little more handsome.

Russell felt that his anger had finally calmed down a little, nodded and said, "Here we come!" He agreed so quickly, even beyond Russell's expectations—then when Anton turned around, Russell stretched out his palm, sternly A pat on his forehead:

How could he not be angry once he faced Anton?

The club’s colleagues summed it up very well. Russell’s monthly bad temper will continue and recur within three days before the repayment date. It is a “stubborn disease” that cannot be easily cured. .

What's more, the attribute of lemon essence that Anton added to him was not automatically eliminated by Russell's brief self-discovery.When discussing tactics for the upcoming FA Cup quarter-finals, Russell's temper gradually exploded again.The difference between him and Anton this time lies in the use of Vardy.

Anton still prefers Vardy to start and put Nubel, who originally played on the right, on the bench.But Russell disagrees: "Jamie is out of shape right now!"

In various clubs in England, it is up to the head coach to determine the formation and player squad for the game.But the head coach and assistant coach will discuss it beforehand.In the past, when Simon Grayson was coaching, he would listen to Russell's opinions more-because Russell has always been very responsible, and he knows every player's situation well.

But Anton's idea is that because Vardy has no form, he should be given a chance to find his form.This young man who has just transferred from the amateur team to the British Championship needs experience and confidence, as well as the opportunity to let him play, so that he can unleash his potential.

The two argued for a long time, but no one would give in.Russell was excited for a moment, and suddenly jumped up.

He was so angry that he propped his hands on the table and said loudly: "Anton, I have been listening to your orders as much as possible! You insisted on devoting energy to the FA Cup and I reluctantly agreed, but you are just going your own way. Let the team spend one more game in vain—you make such an arrangement, so I can't see the slightest hope of winning."

Anton's attitude was completely opposite to Russell's. He raised his head slowly, with a gentle smile on his face: "Russell, we need to give Jamie a chance, and we can't completely deny him. Don't forget, signing Jamie is the whole process." The decision of the coaching staff was that we all went to the Iron Man to watch him play..."

"One moment and another moment," Russell was dying of anxiety, and only then did he finally understand how stubborn and tough Anton really is, but this stubbornness and toughness are all hidden by his beautiful and gentle appearance, " Who is the opponent, the opponent is Aston Villa, they have Vincent, the best scorer in the British Championship in the past, although the brat is now in the Premier League... Do you mean that we not only have to wait to be beaten, Do you still want your forward line to be a testing ground for an unknown young man?"

"Russell, sit down, have a sip of tea, and calm down!" The more Anton saw Russell like this, the more determined his attitude became.

Russell turned against Anton in everything: "OK, so this is what you want? That's good!"

He tore off the club badge hanging around his neck and threw it in front of Anton: "I'm quitting! You'd better hire someone else!"

As he spoke, he pushed the door, and several players who were eavesdropping outside the door immediately dispersed, leaving one stunned in place, and it took a long time before he squeaked: "Mr. Black..."

It was the focus of Anton's quarrel with Russell - Jamie Vardy.At this moment, he was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, and he stood outside the door, unable to move his feet at all.

Russell didn't even look at Vardy, and went directly to the office of "venue director" Mills.Mills is not here at the moment, Russell familiarly takes out a cigarette from a cardboard box disguised as a shoe box, and goes outside.

As the smoke dissipated, Russell gradually calmed down. Only then did he realize what he had done just now, and couldn't help but feel sad--the job is gone, how can I repay the mortgage next month?

He knew: every time he lost his temper, reality would teach him how to behave.

People like Anton, the proud son of heaven, should never have such troubles, right?

At this time, the automatic door behind Russell opened with a "wow", and a familiar voice sounded beside Russell: "Mr. Black, I think you left the employee badge in my office."

The person who came was Anton, with Russell's badge in his hand, with Russell's photo on it, and he was smiling silly.It was taken when he first joined Sunderland, the Med was not so obvious yet...

"How is it, the anger has subsided?" Anton asked Russell with concern, as if asking if his body had recovered.

Russell nodded blankly.

"That's good! Jamie's status, I will take a look at it before deciding whether to let him start. You are doing a good job. I hope everyone in the team can openly and honestly express their objections."

When Russell heard it, he felt a little relieved: at least, Anton never denied his value in this team.

Immediately, Anton patted Russell on the shoulder: "Come on, the coaching staff will give the players offensive and defensive and ball-handling training together later, and you can come too!" As soon as the automatic door opened, Anton turned around and was ready to go to training field.

Russell was puffed up again: "What! Always come and go as soon as you call..."

He couldn't help complaining secretly, and even at a certain moment, there was almost a feeling of anger rising from his heart, and the feeling of evil coming to the gallbladder. He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, raised them vigorously, and waved them towards a certain direction in the air. With a wave, he opened his mouth——

"...Okay, I'm here!"

Russell's burly body also turned in the direction Anton left.

He couldn't help but obey Anton's orders.Knowing that he has been dominated by Anton everywhere, he followed his will to play a bad face in front of the players... Even in front of Anton, he couldn't even express his temper and grievance smoothly.

Anton is so complicated, like a mystery full of threads.In addition, he is the source of all the citric acid that Russell's body constantly emits.

But Russell still couldn't deny the true thoughts in his heart-he was willing to work with Anton.

The saddest thing is that after two months, he seems... to have gradually gotten used to this state.