. "What are you doing?! I asked you to defend after leading the way, how did you do it? Keep attacking. What was the result? Another goal was scored!" Zhang Ning blushed and said angrily in the locker room.

The team leader Guo Hui next to him was also helping: "You must unconditionally execute the head coach's tactics. Yu Dabao, your first half was very good to switch positions, but the goal was also scored from you. You must stay in your position."

Zhang Ning waved the tactical pen in his hand: "In the second half, I ask you to defend and fight their counterattack firmly. If you can drag the penalty kick, we will win."

After listening to the head coach's arrangement, Deng Zhuoxiang looked at Wang Dalei and Yu Dabao next to him. He drew a question mark in his mind. In the second half, he really played according to the head coach's arrangement?

The halftime break ended. Deng Zhuoxiang brought his teammates back to the court. He couldn't help but look back at Cai Zhi, who was pretending to be a reporter with a camera behind the goal.

The coach's seat in the first half was actually conveyed by Cai Zhi to Wang Dalei after the goal, and then Wang Dalei to other players.

Cai Zhi's nervous heart was about to pop out after squatting behind the goal. He was only now beginning to understand the pressure that Mr. Yang was under when he was a coach in Europe. He imagined the key battle between Manchester City and Newcastle, and was almost unimaginable.

The score in the first half was 1-1. The Chinese team scored a goal in 38 minutes, but Brazil scored a goal five minutes later. This is also the reason why Zhang Ning was anxious during the break. Let Zhang Ning shout loudly from the side, the players on the court still rushed up like they were desperate, because Cai Zhi did not want the players to defend the advantage of this ball.

Cai Zhi also discovered his flaws in leading the game on the sidelines. Domestic players were led by overseas players to beat him with tactics, but this kind of ideological inconsistency can easily lead to conceding goals.

Second half.

Brazil still maintains the advantage of possessing the ball on the court and puts pressure on the Chinese team step by step. Cai Zhi saw how big the gap in the football background behind the two countries is - the Brazilian plays a kind of football, while the Chinese team plays a kind of football.

Yang Xu likes to pass the ball on the ground, but his teammates give him a high ball.

Deng Zhuoxiang is good at long passes, but his teammates can't find any points.

...Those like this made Cai Zhi shake his head. Relying on acquired development and training alone may allow players to draw against top players in personal abilities, but how to improve their overall tactical qualities and form strong combat effectiveness will take time to temper.

How to play next? Cai Zhi was also thinking about this question during the halftime break. Cai Zhi was thinking more about "If Master Yang was here, how would he play this game based on the cards in his hand?"

"Defend first, don't worry, pay attention to the change in the rhythm of the Brazilian team." Cai Zhi shouted with the camera in his hand.

Although Cai Zhi is a low-key person, the title of chief assistant to the Lion Dance Football School also makes him often appear on the sports news page with Jose. Today, Cai Zhi's unusual performance immediately aroused the infinite imagination of the reporters next to him with a keen sense of smell.

"He seems to be directing the game?"

"Nonsense, you think I'm stupid, I've seen it long ago."

"I didn't expect this chief assistant to do it too."

"Everyone who came out of the Lion Dance Football School is pretty awesome."

"Hey? What would you say if the Football Association knew that Cai Zhi was commanding the team here?"

"You said that is too far away. I want to see how Zhang Ning's expression was when he saw this scene."

As he spoke, several cameras turned the camera and pointed it at Cai Zhi next to him, as if he was the head coach. The flashing of the flash indeed made the head coach of the National Youth Team Zhang Ning notice that there seemed to be a familiar person behind the goal.

Zhang Ning touched Guo Hui next to him: "The person behind the goal seems to be from the Lion Dance Football School..."

Guo Hui narrowed his eyes, and was a little presbyopic when he was old, but the goal after halftime was very close to the coaching seat. "...It seems that he is named Cai Zhi, the assistant coach of the Dutch coach. How could he be here?"

Zhang Ning frowned: "The question is what he is doing there?"

Speaking of this, Cai Zhi stood up from behind the billboard and made a gesture to close the formation.

"Conducting the team? No way?" Guo Hui said that he was not so confident, because before that, he never expected anyone to secretly seize power to command the team. This may not have happened in the history of world football. Cai Zhi himself didn't know that he accidentally created a record full of Chinese characteristics.

"What should we do?" Guo Hui murmured.

"What should I do? Smoothing!" Zhang Ning cursed angrily. Now the national youth team is playing in a contraction defense according to his arrangement. On this point, Cai Zhi and him coincide with this.

Zhang Ning grinded his teeth and the current situation is 55. If he keeps this score, the Chinese team will actually win by playing a penalty kick. If Wang Dalei can create a miracle, no one can steal the achievements of Zhang Ning. What will happen in the future? It is definitely no problem to find a club to be a head coach.

While Zhang Ning was thinking about it, the situation on the field changed. Brazil's team's Iger drove straight into the middle, and under the blocking of the Chinese midfielder, he passed the ball to the forward Celso. Celso directly used a cold arrow to catch the Chinese team's back defense off guard - 2-1, and the Brazilian reversed the score.

What should I do now?

The players of the National Youth Team are a little at a loss, but the more realistic question is: Which coach will be heard from outside the court next?

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Mr. Yang, who participated in the post-match press conference, hoped to see the confident and sunny face in the reporter group, and raised his slender hand to ask him questions, but this person is now lying on the hospital bed.

"Coach Yang, what are your plans for the League Cup? Are you preparing to train youth team players?"

"If I could win the League Cup, I wouldn't mind. But I just arrived in England and everything needs to be familiar with. I will try to win every game, but of course the league is still the top priority."

"Coach Yang, today Hamsik was recruited from the reserve team by you and then got the starter. Does this mean that the bet between you has been cancelled?"

"Of course not, on the contrary, because of his performance today, our bets have added chips."

"Will this red card affect his position in the first team? Or do you already think this is a failed signing?"

"Please! Mr. reporter, just a red card. I know Hamsik. He is a talented player. He is adapting to the Premier League. It is too early to say whether he succeeds or fails. Don't put so much pressure on him, ok?"

"Then how do you think about the game against Everton?"

"I'm looking forward to the contest with Coach Moyes."

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After the press conference, Mr. Yang rushed back to the special care unit of Newcastle Hospital. The team was going to Liverpool again after two days of adjustment, and Mr. Yang wanted to go to see Wan Cheng Ruolan before this.

Pushing open the ward door, Master Yang found two people next to Wan Cheng Ruolan's bed. A girl with long eyelashes and curvy eyes as she smiled, sitting next to the bed. Behind her was a blond man holding her shoulders and tilting her head and listening to the conversation between the two.

That girl is Hou Xiaojing who has never returned to Germany.

Several people saw Master Yang, who was exhausted at the same time, and the scene suddenly became a little awkward.

"Sir Yang, why are you back so soon?" Wan Cheng Ruolan looked at her watch and pointed her hour hand at 11 o'clock. It only took a few hours from the end of the game.

"I'm back from the earliest flight." Mr. Yang looked at Hou Xiaojing and the man next to him in a hurry.

At this time, Hou Xiaojing stood up and introduced: "Coach Yang, this is my boyfriend Yulf Christen. Chris, this is my friend, Yang. You should be more familiar with me as a coach." After saying that, Hou Xiaojing smiled.

Christen walked forward and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Yang, I'm teaching U17 team at Leverkusen, I'm very happy to see you."

"Chris, it's almost time, it's time for us to leave." Hou Xiaojing took Christen's arm after shaking hands.

"Then let's see you some other day." Christen smiled and waved his hand, saying goodbye to Master Yang and Wan Cheng Ruolan.

Hou Xiaojing kissed Wan Cheng Ruolan on the cheek: "I'll see you tomorrow."

Wan Cheng Ruolan whispered in Hou Xiaojing's ear, which made Hou Xiaojing stunned, and then quickly returned to peace.

Master Yang watched the two of them walk out of the ward, and Wan Cheng Ruolan's voice sounded behind him: "Stop looking, when will your eyes pass through the wall? You always owe such a debt."

Master Yang came to his senses and smiled, walked over and pinched Wan Cheng Ruolan's nose: "You are so like this, but you are still unforgivable." Speaking of this, Master Yang couldn't help but feel a sore nose. Wan Cheng Ruolan's body was broken many times, and her arms and legs could hardly move.

"You can just move your mouth now, otherwise I will be so bored." Wan Cheng Ruolan said with her face raised. "Are you rushing back so quickly to see me?"

"Uh...yes." Master Yang glanced at Wan Cheng Ruolan's lower body. His legs and feet could not move, so what should he do when he went to the toilet?

Wan Cheng Ruolan sighed faintly: "I really don't know where you are a bastard? So many people like you."

Master Yang scratched his head: "You can't take a break, why do you think about something messy? Where is Ding Yi? Didn't you come?"

"I'm here, I'm here in the morning. I stayed there all morning and answered more than a dozen calls. I'm so busy, so I asked her to go back quickly. Didn't you tell her that you're here?"

"No, it's too late, I didn't tell her. How is it better?"

"It's much better. But now I'm a little thirsty..."

Master Yang hurriedly poured a cup of hot water, put a spoon in a spoon, and fed it with air.

Suck... Suck... On a quiet night, Wan Cheng Ruolan bit the spoon, and the two of them looked at each other, as if they were saying something in their eyes.

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Holding Christen's arm, Hou Xiaojing stretched out two fingers to the front desk waiter: "Two single rooms. Thank you."

The front desk waiter glanced at the two of them in confusion and found that Christen had not expressed any objection.

Holding the room card, Christen whispered: "Dear, your Chinese customs are really strange. You can't even have (that) life before getting married."

Hou Xiaojing pouted: "We are used to equating the time of patience with the degree of love. Do you understand?" After saying this, Hou Xiaojing couldn't help but feel suffocated, remembering what happened in Milan before. Can that show how much we love each other?

Christen smiled: "Well, I respect your customs and hope we can get married soon."

Hou Xiaojing made a face: "Then let's see how you proposed to you!!"

The moment he closed the door, Hou Xiaojing remembered what Wan Cheng Ruolan asked in her ear just now: "Little girl, do you love Master Yang?"
Chapter completed!