The coaching career started as a college team coach

///Today the author is going to attend a lecture, and the end time is to be determined. Computers are not allowed. If I come back late, this may be the only update today. ///

It was the 90th minute.

When the fourth official raised the sign for three minutes of extra time, unlike the end of the first half, the stadium was filled with cheers. The score was 3-0, the situation was one-sided, and the Wolves fans cheered.

In the 92nd minute, West Ham United gave Wolves a free kick outside the penalty area.

Van der Beck walked to the referee's foam-drawn serve point with the ball in his arms, and then put the ball on it.

After the referee blew the whistle, Van der Beck chose to shoot directly!

"Oh-oh!!!" Wei Le jumped up directly! The football passed the opponent's wall and smashed into the goal from the bottom edge of the crossbar! ! !

The ball went in! ! ! ! ! !

4-0! ! ! !

Joe Hart roared angrily, and Van der Beek rushed to the sidelines excitedly. The fans cheered for their goal scorer. The young man from the Netherlands finally scored his first goal of the season! ! !

"First goal! First goal!" Haaland rushed over, followed by Jota, and others also gathered around, congratulating Van der Beek for his first goal!

"It was not easy to score this goal. It has been a few months since Van der Beek scored his last goal." Zhan Jun sighed, "Van der Beek was placed farther away from the goal, which also made his goals definitely not as many as the shadow striker."

"As a front midfielder, he will be more of a passer."

"But which player doesn't want to score?!"

Joe Hart looked at the young people hugging each other and was fascinated.

He was loaned to West Ham United by Manchester City. He originally wanted to start over in another place, but after the start of this season, he felt more and more powerless.

Those balls that were once in his hands are no longer available, and mistakes that would never happen before are now frequent. Before the lob shot in this game, he clearly remembered that he was distracted in the highly tense game environment!

Distracted!

This is almost impossible for Joe Hart, but it happened.

Hart in 1987 is now 30 years old, and will be 31 soon. For a goalkeeper, this age should be at its peak, and the goalkeeper's maturity age is often later than other players.

The peak age of a goalkeeper is around 30 years old, but most players in other positions basically enter the end of their careers at the age of 30.

Joe Hart thought that he was still not at his peak, or at his peak.

But since 2017, he was abandoned by Guardiola, loaned out, and made more low-level mistakes. Joe Hart suddenly began to envy the Italian "youngster" Buffon who had already become famous when he just started his career.

He is still continuing his legend.

Compared with Buffon, his peak of less than ten years is simply too short. He doesn't know what he did wrong, and he doesn't know what to do in the future. At this moment, 30-year-old Joe Hart felt confused.

The cheers brought him back to reality.

Joe Hart retracted his gaze and his thoughts. He knew that the game was over.

When the game resumed, Antonio kicked the ball to the opponent's half, and the referee blew the whistle three times to end the game before the ball landed.

"Wonderful game." Although Moyes was defeated by Wei Le, he still showed his grace and came to the Wolves bench in advance to shake hands with Wei Le.

Moreover, he rejected Wei Le's invitation to have a few drinks after the game. Although Wei Le was regretful, he was not without emotional intelligence after all, and he did not force it.

He knew that after the big defeat, Moyes should not be in the mood to have another drink, and it would not be good for someone with ulterior motives to take pictures.

However, the sympathy and emotion for Moyes only lasted for a while, and he was immediately surrounded by the happy players and coaches.

"Boss! The best coach is in the cards!" Jota was the first to rush over, and Wei Le stretched out his hands to "catch" Jota in his arms.

"Best coach?" Wei Le was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted! Yes, the best coach! The old coach Hodgson mentioned to him before, the best coach is very likely to fall into his hands.

But the continuous game arrangement made Wei Le forget about this kind of information about personal honors in a short period of time, and he devoted himself to honing his tactics.

As soon as Jota said it, Wei Le remembered it now!

Four consecutive wins, the best coach is very likely!

"How do you know this?!" In ecstasy, Wei Le also reacted, why JotaWould you care about this?

"Hehe." Jota smiled proudly.

"We are all thinking about this!" Rodri said loudly, and the others nodded.

"We agreed that we must play 120% of our energy in this game, that is, we must win this game brilliantly and bring the trophy back to the boss!"

"We did it! Now the points must be the highest, boss!"

Everyone talked about it, and Wei Le also pieced together the ins and outs of the matter from everyone's words. His throat tightened, and there was a bitterness in his heart.

"You have been too busy recently. You have been busy for the team for so long. You live such a simple life. We don't know how to thank you. We think this award is the best reward for you." The team captain Cody said with a smile.

"Already, it's enough..." Wei Le tried to suppress the tears that were about to burst out, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Starting from the loss to Lyon and exposing the team's problems, the team's continuous failures made Wei Le feel extremely lost. The subsequent pressure even made Wei Le a little numb.

He was still working hard, but his love for football had now become an obsession to make the team better. He found that he didn't know when he had stopped enjoying football.

Football had become a job, nothing more.

He was just a clockwork machine, no different from those people sitting at their desks.

That was what he once hated, but now he had unknowingly stepped into the swamp he had vowed not to enter.

And today, when the players surrounded him, when they fought for themselves and fought for the trophy he wanted, Wei Le's heart, which seemed to have been frozen, began to beat again.

It was a very strange feeling, as if he had just woken up from a dream and came back to life from a numb dream.

Perhaps, when playing FM games, Wei Le would complain more than once about the imperfections of the game mechanism, the unreliability of the player data, and the poor graphics.

But at that time, as a student, Wei Le would still cherish the moment when he squeezed out time to turn on the computer and click on the familiar software icon.

In fact, the joy of football is very simple, perhaps just the wonderful goal played on the simple screen, the email in the inbox titled "You won the honor of the best coach of the month" and those words "The players dedicated the award to the head coach XX" and "He is willing to renew the contract because he admires you very much".

Even after the midfield speech, watching the green "Inspired and full of fighting spirit" under the player's head portrait, Wei Le's heart at that time could flow with a warm feeling.

Although he didn't need to do so, he would still try his best to get along well with the players and praise them after their excellent training performance.

Just like what he is doing now.

But those simplest sources of happiness have gradually been paralyzed by the busy schedule after he became a real head coach.

Celars came up from behind, patted Wei Le on the shoulder, and congratulated him with a smile. Jota was taking credit in front of him, Bowen was exposing his good buddy, and others just smiled and looked at them.

All this is beautiful enough and dreamy enough. Wei Le said to himself.

Wei Le's face was filled with a brilliant smile, a smile that was even more beautiful than when he won the championship.

"Thank you!!"