Reborn on top of football

"The Top of Reborn Football"

Three years ago, Ranieri was sent away through such a process.Old players such as Terry and Lampard are still fresh in their memories.Then, the little Portuguese man came, and after that, everything was fucking different!

In the past, Chelsea was in the Premier League, which was Fulham, a typical little transparency.In the past, Chelsea fought every year to qualify for the European War. There were Manchester United, Arsenal, and Liverpool. They did not dare to think about the Premier League championship, let alone the Champions League.In the past, Chelsea, no one paid attention to, no one cared, just like their bodies and history that were about to decay, it was bleak in West London, a place where the aristocrats lived together.

And after the arrival of the Portuguese who bid farewell today, Chelsea was like a cannonball, instantly brilliant, brilliant, and full of thousands of moments.Some people love it like crazy, some people hate it, but whether it's love or hate, Chelsea is on fire, becoming one of the top four in the Premier League, and even surpassing the old-fashioned Manchester United in terms of attracting attention.

A small transparency has become a big man, which is of course inseparable from the gold ruble of Mr. Roman, and even more inseparable from the catalysis of the Portuguese.

In this simple farewell ceremony, after all, there was a little difference from three years ago.In addition to the four roles of favorite, old courtier, general and traitor, a spectator is mixed in.

After the following dialogue was spread, it was regarded as the key content.

"wiwi? Are you going to a wedding?"

"No, coach."

"Are you going to participate in the honorary award?"

"No, coach."

"Why don't you go to school?"

"I'm here to wish you a happy breakup."

Jose shook his head with a wry smile, let go of Wang Ai's hand, and punched Wang Ai in the chest. This was the only action that appeared at this farewell meeting.

Jose turned around, looked back, and found that most people were still looking at him, while Terry had already sat down and lowered his head, while Sheva turned on the Walkman, with mixed feelings in his heart, waved his hands at everyone, and took a step forward. step out of the locker room.And Drogba, still crying.

Malouda and Kalu Jr. came up to comfort the weeping beast, Lampard also came over and patted him, Wang Ailu squeezed his shoulder as he passed by, and passed through the crowd.

Now Chelsea is a mess, and no one cares about him.Shortly afterwards, Peter Kenyon walked in: "Grant will be the new head coach, and Clarke will guide the first team."

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. Everyone knew the ending, and they also knew that Clark, the first-team coach, was actually a puppet named head coach.Keeping him now is just to look better.

After all, Jose's achievements are too brilliant, and Grant... has been the coach of the Israeli national team?What is it?

Seeing that no one cared about him, Peter Kenyon looked a little ugly. He glanced around and said suddenly, "Where's wiwi?"

Tanker Cech raised his head and said slowly, "It should be to see him off."

Peter's face darkened suddenly.Of course, we have to keep a little face to the outside world. Whether it is Chelsea's announcement or Jose's speech, they are all polite and impeccable.However, the end of get out of class is the end of get out of class. If the conflicts are not intensified to the point of being difficult to resolve, or if people are not offended into intolerable, how can the get out of class end halfway?

In terms of external appearance, internally it is standing in line.Drogba was so sad, at most he told his agent that he wanted to transfer, and he didn't dare to send him off against the wind at this time.That is already a dead dog, you want to go in when you give him a funeral?

Cech, who has a hole in his head, may have a strange perspective after his brain is wide open. Others either didn't notice it or didn't expect it, and he could tell the truth.Anyway, if he didn't tell, Peter would know.

As soon as he said that, the impulsive Drogba took a step forward and was held tightly by Kalu.Peter shook his head without saying anything and turned to go out. From this incident, we can see the attitude of the team and players.Of course, those who support the club should be reused, those who express regret can also rest assured, those who are very sad should be cautious, and those who see off...

Outside the door, Jose, who was holding a cardboard box, walked towards the parking lot amidst the snapping shots of several reporters. He suddenly heard the sound of leather shoes behind him, and a frivolous voice rang out: "Where's Mendez?"

Jose froze for a moment, then shrugged: "I've been with me for more than ten hours, it's ok, he's busy. What are you doing here?"

"I wish you a happy breakup!" Wang Ai whistled.

"I'm already like this, why should you?"

"Do you think I need to care? Hey, show me what you have here?"

As soon as Jose's hands were empty, the carton ran to Wang Ai's creaking nest. He lifted the lid of the box with one hand and pulled it inside.Jose wanted to stop it, but it was too late, so he let go of this voyeuristic gesture that he would never tolerate normally, but at this moment it seemed warm and kind.

"Yo? Family portrait? Did you find the dog?"

Jose snorted: You can say whatever you feel uncomfortable, damn it!

"Diary? Oh no, your shorthand notebook? Oh, I've been wanting to open it for a long time. It's so magical!"

Jose tilted his head and squinted at Wang Ai. Wang Ai opened a page and frowned: "What is this writing? Which country's word is this? I remember that the eight languages ​​you know are all European. Alphabet writing, how come there are pictographic... cuneiform writing?"

Jose walked to his car and snorted, "That's my shorthand, only I can understand it."

"Okay." Wang Ai threw the box on the back seat with a bang, opened the door and came in, patting the dashboard: "Drive!"

Jose looked at Wang Ai seriously this time: "You are wearing this suit today, just to see me off in a beautiful way? Well, just send it here, you really followed me out of Cobham, the club still has new The coach hates you."

Wang Ai shrugged: "Drive."

The car passed through the crowd, and the reporters saw Wang Ai sitting in the co-pilot, but his mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear what he said.

"How can you say that you are also a meritorious coach who changed the great man of the Premier League. Even if you are fired, you can't really walk away with the box like a white-collar? So? I, a righteous Chinese, am not afraid of retaliation, and resolutely dress up Let’s go out and hold a place for you!”

Jose shook the steering wheel and nodded: "If you say this directly, I will be more moved."

"Hahaha!" Wang Ai laughed loudly: "Jose, you are a drug, even if I hate you, even if you hurt me, I am still willing to support you."

Jose shrugged: "You have to trust Armani's aesthetics."

The car drove up the avenue until it reached the door of Jose's house. Wang Ai helped move the box down, and Mathilde had already greeted him.

"Okay, wiwi, go back, thank you."

"What's your plan next?"

"Next?" Jose said unexpectedly, "Maybe I will be a columnist or game commentator for a while?"

Wang Ai nodded, and suddenly said seductively: "Do you want to gain experience for taking over the Portuguese national team in the future?"