My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 110 I have a student named Pep
Lillo didn't answer the question.

For him, he certainly hopes to have a team with strong players to practice his theory, but so far, he has not been given such an opportunity.

However, this is also a contradiction. If his tactics can only be used with strong players, how can his philosophy be called excellent?

After all, a strong team is still strong without him.

Li Luo couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, as if what he was pursuing was just an ideal. He wanted to see the practice of this ideal, but this ideal was not practical.

"What a pleasure, Coach Lillo. It took me a long time to find you."

Lily raised his head in doubt, looking for the source of the voice, only to see a young man with an Asian face sitting opposite him.

"Please come over." Chen Yao asked politely.

"Oh..." Garcia honestly made room with his can of beer.

"Let's get straight to the point, Coach Lillo. I know you haven't been working for a while. I would like to invite you to join the Arsenal coaching staff and be my assistant coach." Chen Yao handed over a business card.

Suspiciously, Lillo checked the authenticity of the business card. The printing was impeccable, but the position on it was still assistant coach.

"You are the head coach?"

"Yes, it has not been officially announced, and the business card is also old. But I don't have to lie to you."

"Let me tell you," Lillo put his business card on the table and looked at Chen Yao, "do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

"??"

Chen Yao didn't expect Li Luo's reaction. He saw the red words "Favourability Decreased" appearing above Li Luo's head, and his relationship with him remained in a stable "strange" state.

"Young man, you are about the same age as my players and what you want me to believe is that you became Arsenal manager at this age? Are you writing a novel?"

Lilio laughed as he said it, he didn't believe it at all.

Not to mention that I live in seclusion in Almeria and have no record, how could Arsenal invite me.

And the guy in front of him who is less than 30 years old calls himself the head coach of Arsenal, which is even more mocking of his own IQ.

There is really no way.

Seeing Liliu's look of contempt, Chen Yao had no choice but to fiddle with the phone and open a video for Liliu to watch.

"Look, this is the game where we reversed AC Milan in the Champions League last season. Well, this is me next to the stadium..."

……

After staring at it for a long time, Lilio asked, "Are you really the coach of Arsenal?"

"Head Coach." Chen Yao sighed helplessly, "Forget it, there is no official announcement now, believe it or not, but at least I am not a liar."

"Hmm..." Lilio picked up the wine bottle and shook it, trying to figure it out, "You are very young, and you don't have your own team. That's why you found me."

"Yes, Lillo, I need your help."

"Me?" Liliu smiled wryly, "To be honest, I'm really not willing to be your assistant."

"I have been on the coaching path for more than 20 years, and I have never had the opportunity to coach a strong team."

Liliu looked at Chen Yao with complicated eyes, apart from surprise and envy, there was also a slight trace of sadness.

"But you get the chance at such a young age...I don't want to lie to you, but I would love to be a manager."

Chen Yao smiled gently and said: "I understand, Li Luo. But this is not contradictory. I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Your tactical concept needs to be proved, but there is no chance."

Chen Yao reached out and tapped the books and draft paper in front of Lillo, "These things need to be fulfilled by talented players. You need opportunities, and I can give you opportunities."

"If you think about it, if you have the opportunity to have your concept proven on the stage of the top European competition, even if you start as an assistant coach, you will have a lot of opportunities."

"It's a two-way partnership, would you like it, Coach Lillo?"

Lilio scratched at his unkempt curly hair, and a few strands fell out with his scratching.

There was a strand of white hair mixed in there.

It lay gray and lifeless on top of Lillo's book.

Lillo, who was nearly 50 years old, suddenly realized that he was no longer young. He would be over fifty soon, and the careers of most coaches in the world would stop before the age of 70.

50 years old is not old in the coaching world, but no one cares about the mainstream league at 50 years old, can't even get a head coach position, and doesn't have any outstanding record, then it will be troublesome.

The remaining years are just a flick of a finger. If you stubbornly choose to wait, you don't know that you will have to wait for the opportunity in the year of the monkey.

Or, there is no opportunity at all.

"Juan, do you remember Pep?" Chen Yao asked.

"Jose?" Lillo was stunned and said softly, "I have a student named Pep."

Lillo knew they were talking about the same person.

In world football, there is only one Pep, and everyone knows it.

Pep Guardiola.

"He admired my philosophy... and played for me."

"And Pep is now the manager of Barcelona, ​​one of the strongest teams in the world."

"Yeah." Lillo's expression darkened. The student who used to follow him to learn football concepts had already led the top giants in Europe to play a historic performance, but he was still hanging around in various small clubs.

It is said that the only teams that are still interested in him are clubs from the Americas and the Middle East...

Want to go to that kind of place?Stay away from European football, and then watch your students shine on the international stage with only a little bit of what they learned from you?

And I can only drink away my sorrows at a club thousands of kilometers away, getting old?

It can't be like this, this kind of life can't happen.

Lillo decided not to hesitate anymore and said frankly: "Yes, I can be your assistant."

"Really? Then... Juan, you are welcome."

"However," Lillo didn't have much expectation or excitement on his face, "I want to make it clear that we are a cooperative relationship. I will not give up seeking the position of head coach."

"And," he shook his head, "you are too young, to be honest, I don't trust you very much."

Chen Yao wanted to say something, but Li Luo smiled mockingly and waved his hand to indicate not to mind what he said.

"I apologize for my offense... so what if I'm young?" Lillo smiled bitterly, "I've grown so many years ago, but I haven't achieved much."

He restrained his smile and returned to a calm expression, "Although I have concerns, I will do my best to help you. When are you going to London?"

Seeing that Li Luo nodded and accepted his invitation, Chen Yao also breathed a sigh of relief.

Juan Lillo is not a very famous coach.

Lillo has no experience as a professional player. He started out as a head coach, and when he first became Mirandes' head coach, he was only 25 or [-] years old, about the same age as himself.

However, he failed to steadily improve his professional achievements. Lillo moved to Tenerife, Zaragoza, Dorados, Almeria and other clubs, and failed to stay in any club for two seasons.

He has had many pioneering tactical designs, such as creatively separating the waist position in an era when the front, middle, and rear lines are clearly defined.

And Lillo's thoughts also attracted the young Guardiola. In 2005, Lillo, who coached Dorados in Mexico, waited until Guardiola joined.

And Guardiola, who has learned a lot from himself, returned to Barcelona and created an era that once made Spanish control popular all over the world.

This is all Lillo's experience - lackluster, but a perfect assistant coach candidate.

He can help Chen Yao complete daily management, and his experience as a head coach makes him familiar with it.

He can also give unique ideas on tactical design. Chen Yao doesn't want to copy a certain coach's routine, but having a tactical thinker assisting him will ease the difficulty of a lot of work.

After calming down the joy of attracting Liliu, Chen Yao shook his head mysteriously.

"No, Juan. We're not going back to London."

"not going back?"

"Well, I finally made it to Spain. Let's go shopping together."

　I've been really busy recently, and it's starting to dry up again.

　　Well, good luck to Timber, really.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)