At 13:50 on June 11, 2004, the press conference hall of the Chelsea Club was already crowded. In the space of more than 100 square meters, all well-known or unknown media staff gathered together in a mess and discussed something loudly.

One news that everyone knows is that Chelsea club will announce the candidate for the new head coach at the press conference because former head coach Ranieri was fired a week ago.

But who is the new head coach? Judging from the current situation, no one knows it. The reporters have to sigh that the confidentiality of Chelsea’s work is simply amazing.

"Hey man, do you say the head coach would be Mourinho?" asked a reporter with a plaid shirt.

"I don't think so. Recently, it has been rumored that Real Madrid Club has had a lot of contact with Mourinho, and there is no movement here on Chelsea." A reporter from blue eyes said.

"Real Madrid? Didn't it mean that Camacho wants to become Madrid's head coach? Florentino admires him very much!" Behind him was an older reporter, who looked very experienced.

"Camacho?" The reporter of blue eyes curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I don't believe Perez will choose Camacho. His coaching resume is really not a compliment!"

"Anyway, I still think it's Mourinho."

"No, I think it will be Hiddink. I think only a tough head coach like Hiddink can succeed at Chelsea."

While there was still a constant argument, the press officer of the Chelsea Club walked in. Everyone knew that they had entered the topic, so they quickly calmed down.

Sure enough, after the press officer made a few polite words on the stage, club owner Abramovich and CEO Pete Kenion took the lead in walking out of the backstage, followed by an Asian yellow-skinned young man wearing black sunglasses.

The reporters in the audience were stunned when they saw the people who appeared, and then began to whisper.

"Who is that young man? He looks a little naive and nervous."

"Is this Abu's newly appointed Sports Minister, right?"

"I don't think I'm so young, I'm Abu's illegitimate son, right? Or is it Mr. Kenyon's son!"

The reporter of Blue Eyes widened his eyes as if he had discovered the New World and said, "Guys, this person must be the club's new head coach. Don't forget the theme of this press conference."

"idiot!"

"Silly!"

...

As soon as the reporter of Blue Eyes finished speaking, he received endless insults. Obviously, in their opinion, he would rather believe the previous statements.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming here on time. On behalf of the Chelsea Club, I would like to pay deep respects to you." The club CEO Kenyon's bald head is shiny and greasy, and his face is full of energy: "Today I am honored to introduce to you the club's new head coach, Mr. Li, from London!"

"Wan Xian is the unanimous candidate of the club's board of directors. Although he is young, he has a very deep football theory and leadership ability. We believe that he will lead the club to win one victory after another in the next year..."

Kenyon's speech continued, but the reporters below were already in chaos like rats. All the shots were aimed at the young man sitting next to Abramovich. He is the new head coach, Qiao Wanxian?

"O God!" The Times reporter began to moan in pain and could not believe everything he heard.

The reporter of the Guardian twisted his ears incredibly and asked blankly: "Is it April Fool's Day today?"

"Is this a Japanese or a Chinese? How could I choose an Asian!" The reporter of the Sun clearly has a strong sense of regionality.

"God, please tell me that this is dreaming..."

It seemed like a shooting occurred in the press hall, and it suddenly became restless and boiled...

Qiao Wanxian had already noticed the surprise of the reporters. He listened quietly to Kenyon's speech, his face was quiet, neither happy nor sad, nor squinted.

After three minutes of photo shooting, it was the club's owner Abramovich and Qiao Wanxian's turn to show the Chelsea No. 100 jersey with the words "wanxian100" printed on it.

After displaying the jersey, we finally entered an important part of the press conference: the reporter asked a question.

A beautiful female reporter was the first to speak. She looked sweet and charming, but she spoke coldly: "Dear Mr. Coach, who are you?"

Qiao Wanxian spoke in a standard London accent and said slowly: "Can I ask who you are first?"

"I am Julia, a reporter from the Daily Mail." The beautiful reporter's voice was still cold.

Qiao Wanxian curled his lips: "Oh, I understand. You are very beautiful, but I don't have the idea of ​​falling in love with you, so sorry, I don't want to introduce myself more."

"Haha..." The press conference was silent for a second, and then there was a burst of warm applause. Unexpectedly, this yellow skin was a bit witty.

The beautiful reporter's face was cold, his face was pale and he couldn't speak.

Qiao Wanxian was proud in his heart and thought to himself: "This is in London. If it were in China, I would definitely contact the Chinese Football Association and directly ban the broken newspaper you are like!"

Kenyon, who was standing beside him, repeatedly signaled Qiao Wanxian with his eyes, asking him to pay attention to his words, maintain the image of the club, and establish a good relationship with the media. However, this series of winking did not attract Qiao Wanxian's attention at all.

"Mr. Wan Xian, who have you been in charge of the teams before?"

Qiao Wanxian smiled and shook her head calmly.

The press conference suddenly felt like it was a blow, and the sound of booing sounds made Abu and Kenion look gloomy and ugly.

The Times is close to Chelsea Club, the London Club, but his reporters obviously did not understand the purpose of the club's appointment. "Mr. Wan Xian, where do you have the confidence to teach Chelsea Club vocational?"

Qiao Wanxian said lightly: "Football is an all-encompassing art! Just like China's profound "Book of Changes", can it be summarized through practice? No, this requires thinking! Just like Einstein's theory of relativity, can this appear in real society? No, this is also the result of thinking. We know that Jesus exists, but has anyone seen God? Isn't this also the result of thinking?

Thinking is always more important than practice! Thinking is the only criterion for success! So, although I do not have the experience of vocational education, my strong thinking ability will bring unprecedented honors to the club, unprecedented vitality to the team, and unprecedented gorgeous football art to the football world!"

As soon as Qiao Wanxian finished speaking, the reporters in the audience were a little stunned. The new coach had a bit of origin, first of which was Eastern philosophy, then scientific theory, and religious belief. After saying this, it was simply unrefutable.

Even Kenyon couldn't help but applaud gently when he heard this.

"Mr. Wan Xian, from your tone, are you advocating for offensive football?"

Qiao Wanxian smiled and said, "It's not offensive football, what I advocate is a kind of bombarded football!"

Hearing this, Abu shook his head in a funny way. He heard Qiao Wan say this on the training ground that day.

"Depending on your age, you are in your early twenties, are you confident of controlling the locker room?"

Qiao Wan said calmly: "I believe I will get the support of the team members. Of course, if there are troublemakers in the locker room, I don't mind removing him, but I hope this will not happen."

"Will you make huge adjustments to the team? For example, the captain..."

Qiao Wanxian nodded and said, "I think Terry is very capable of taking on more responsibilities. Although he is very young, he is very mature! Of course, Lampard is also the soul of the club."

This is already very obvious. Joe Wanxian intends to change John Terry as the team captain and Frank Lampard as the team deputy captain. Both are Englishmen, which makes the reporters happy about such a decision.

"Dear Mr. Wan Xian, I wonder what new faces you will bring to the team after you take over Chelsea? It is said that the club's transfer fee this summer has reached 100 million pounds. Is that true?"

Qiao Wanxian waved his hand and said, "It is not convenient to disclose the specific transfer matters now. But what I can guarantee to you is that you will see a lot of new faces in the next two months!"

"Then can you tell me where you want to change the team the most?"

Qiao Wanxian smiled and said, "What I want to improve the most is the coaching team. To be honest, I am now focusing on finding a capable assistant..."

With a series of answers to questions, Qiao Wanxian's words always seem to be perfect. Although his words are not as arrogant as Mourinho, they also seem neither humble nor arrogant, and they will not speak deliberately pleasing words to the media.

Half an hour later, the press conference ended, and Qiao Wanxian could finally return to his apartment to rest with peace of mind.

However, the club staff sent a document, which made him feel much more energetic at once.

This is the list of Chelsea club players leaving this summer, including star players like Deselli, Babayaro and Stanic.

Among them, Deselli, Petty, Babayaro, Zenden, Melchiott, Hasselbaink, Ambrosio and Sulivan became free agents after their contract expired, while Stanic and Bogard chose to retire because of their age.

Before he could see the appearance of the team, he lost so many players, which made Qiao Wanxian feel empty in his heart. But suddenly he thought of another question: Today is the 11th, and tomorrow is the day for the opening of the European Cup. If he doesn’t seize the time to buy some important players, once the European Cup is over, the players’ value will definitely rise sharply!
Chapter completed!