Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 199

Russell jumped up almost "teng", and then gently landed beside Eriksson like a cloud.

"Christian, is that Anton?" Russell asked softly, "Let me pick it up for you!"

Eriksson was taken aback. He waited until he saw that it was Russell, then patted his chest, and handed Russell his mobile phone reluctantly.

"Hello, Russell!" Anton's clear voice sounded from the receiver, as if he had foreseen that Russell would come to snatch Eriksson's call.

"Anton, where did you die, you brat? It's been so long since you haven't contacted the team. Do you want us all to worry to death..."

Russell instantly transformed into "Roaring Emperor" and yelled at Eriksson's cell phone.At the same time, the sockets of his eyes couldn't hold back the heat—he never felt it when Anton was around, and Russell realized only when Anton wasn't around: Anton is an inseparable part, the soul of the team.

Because of this, all Guangming Academy knew that Anton had called back.Eriksson was stunned by the side, thinking that Russell really looked at Anton differently: these players were "little brats" in Russell's mouth, but they became "brats" when they came to Anton, and the treatment was obvious. different.

"No way," Anton said clearly on the other end of the phone, "I have encountered someone listening to my phone before, and I cracked it. But for the sake of safety, I don't plan to use the original mobile phone for the time being... Anyway It also keeps ringing all day long, so it's useless."

His voice was steady, as if he was chatting with Russell, and it seemed that the noise outside these days hadn't affected him at all.

Russell suddenly had the urge to cry, as if the backbone of the team had returned in an instant.

- This is really good!

"Where are you now, and how are you doing? What is the FA planning to do to you? When will you be able to return to Sunderland?" Russell dared not delay, and asked quickly.

"I'm in London, with my family. Anyway, the FA doesn't allow me to leave London, so I just spend more time with my family." Anton said in a gentle voice, "Russell, so I'm going to have to work hard for you these days."

Russell felt gratified for Anton from the bottom of his heart: at such a time, it is naturally best for the family to get through the difficulties together.

But when he thought of the upcoming game, he immediately felt extremely nervous, and asked loudly: "What do you think about the game on the 5th?"

"What should I do?" Anton seemed to chuckle slightly on the other end of the phone, "Of course it's cold salad. You are the head coach, so you have the final say!"

Russell was about to cry again: "Where can I go? You weren't there last time..."

Anton was absent in the last game, and they immediately lost 0-3.Russell didn't dare to mention this to Anton.

It's just that because the whole world is staring at Anton, there is no one who is willing to laugh at Russell-this makes Russell even more confident.

"I have asked Christian to go back to Mayswood Road. There is a tactical arrangement for the home game against Chelsea in my computer. After he starts up, he will automatically forward it to the public mailbox of the coaching staff. You can check the physical status of the players. The problem, if not, this tactic can be used directly..."

"Anton, when will you come back?... We need you, the team needs you to command!" We can't do without you! —Russell wanted to shout.

Russell still has an "unspeakable secret", he feels that he can't control Ibrahimovic.

"What I want to tell you is, Zlatan... Anton, you said before that Zlatan..." Russell stammered.

Anton said once before this that Ibrahimovic should be integrated into the entire team, and this super-capable star should take on the responsibilities of a member of the team.But in the blink of an eye Anton...

It was the same in the last game. Ibrahimovic's running range was completely concentrated in the center and front field-"The back field is not where God stays." This guy said so.

Russell felt that he had nothing to do with Ibrahimovic, and he wanted to say to Anton: Anton, come back quickly, use your fists, and beat that little bastard... But he knew that Anton would not be able to return in a short time. Come.

"Listen, Russell, you can do it."

"There are all kinds of head coaches in the world, some are gentle, some are iron-blooded, some study tactics, and some advocate strength and spirit... No one in the world has ever defined what a head coach should look like. Russell, You are you, with the experience and quality to be a head coach, but because you have been with me for a long time, you have lost your original style, and you have become my loyal assistant and the best partner, But your style is becoming more and more close to mine, although this is not your original intention..."

Anton spoke eloquently on the other end of the phone. Russell was in a panic at first, but now he felt his heart slowly settle down.

"Now you just need to find yourself and your own style, and you will still be a head coach who can stand alone." Anton comforted Russell, "Cheer up. To be honest, if it wasn't because I came to San Francisco suddenly Derain, you're already the manager of Sunderland - I'm pretty sure of that. That's what Short and Martin intended..."

Russell felt a little better in his heart, but he didn't forget to add in his heart: But if he were the head coach, Sunderland would definitely not achieve what it is now.

"The game on the 5th, don't think about anything, let the players understand the tactics thoroughly, Chelsea is an old opponent that can't be more familiar. They will know what to do. And you, you just need to be yourself, Iraq Bu will listen to you, and Ghana will obey your tactical arrangements...Russell, each of you believes in me, and I believe in you too!"

Anton whispered on the other end of the phone.

Indeed it is.

Anton's incident has caused such a big disturbance, the Sunderland club can almost be said to be "unbearable".Every player has the experience of being stopped by the media on the road, and without exception, he was forced to ask:

"Do you know about Anton?"

"Do you think Anton is operated by a whole coaching team?"

"After this incident is exposed, do you think your head coach is a liar?"

There are even tabloid reporters trying to cash in on young players to lure them into breaking the news.

But none of Sunderland's players are willing to stand up and accuse Anton of being wrong.

Not even a local fan wants to doubt Anton.

"We will wait for Anton to come back, and he will tell us the truth himself!" The fans also said the same.They don't want to believe what other people say, they only believe what Anton said.

"Anton," Russell asked anxiously, "Anton, when are you coming back?"

His voice was so low and hesitant that Anton couldn't hear him clearly, so he asked on the other end of the phone, "What did you say?"

Russell quickly raised his voice: "When can we see you again?"

Anton said relaxedly on the other end of the phone: "Soon! You will see each other on the 8th."

Russell: "Number 8, isn't it...?" Isn't it the day when the FA will hold a hearing on Anton?

Anton: "Yes, it is the day of the FA hearing. I applied to the FA to make this hearing public and allow the media to broadcast the whole hearing. The FA approved it, so you only need to You can see me when you turn on the TV!"

Russell holds his phone up, mouth wide enough to swallow a tomato.

This, this...is this still Anton?This matter has become such a big deal, he still doesn't think it's enough, and he wants the whole world to watch his hearing?

Eriksson saw him on the opposite side and stared curiously, wanting to know what happened.

So, Russell decisively pressed the hands-free button and shouted: "This is Anton's call!"

In Guangming Academy, a large group of people appeared out of nowhere in an instant, including staff and players. Everyone gathered their heads together and stared at the mobile phone in Russell's hand, wanting to hear Anton's voice.

"Yes, I just said that the hearing held by the FA on February 2 will be broadcast live to the public. I will explain to the world through the camera that my actions have absolutely not violated the regulations on not carrying illegal substances. All of Sunderland's achievements today are aboveboard and indisputable."

"Great!" Cheers erupted in Guangming Academy, "Anton, we are waiting for you!"

Russell was still a little worried, quickly pressed the hands-free button back, and shouted into the microphone: "Anton, Anton, Anton... are you really sure?"

Prior to this, the club's department in charge of legal affairs and communication with the Football Association took a special look at Anton's case.The legal colleagues are very pessimistic about this, and believe that according to the "Post" report, the equipment carried by Anton is in violation of the regulations on the court no matter what the reason is.

The FA may take into account the reasons behind the punishment and give it a lighter punishment, but the punishment is a certainty.

But now it seems that Anton is very, very optimistic about this matter.

Russell held Eriksson's mobile phone very intently, nodding while listening to Anton.Suddenly, his face changed, and he slowly took the phone away from his ear, looking for Eriksson in the crowd.

Everyone suddenly became nervous, thinking that Russell had heard some bad news.

Russell found Eriksson in the crowd, and returned the phone to the kid. His face was as black as a pot, and his eyes were so fierce that he could eat people. At the same time, he said three words:

"out of battery!"

Obviously, Russell heard the most important part-Erickson's cell phone was out of battery and turned off automatically, and Russell couldn't hear the most important thing Anton was about to say. At this moment, Russell was very itchy and wanted to know What kind of tricks does Anton have up his sleeve to hide it from the whole world—but he just got stuck here.

Ericsson grinned and said, "Mother Luo, you can't blame me. I didn't know that Anton would call at this time, so please...I'll charge it now!"

"Mother Luo" stared wide-eyed, watching Eriksson slip away. Everyone in Guangming Academy heard Anton's voice and scattered with joy.Leave him alone.

"That's right," Russell thought with a long sigh. What Anton said is right. Since Anton came, he has indeed changed. The big devil in the past, but now the little sheep—a young player from the Guangming Academy, dares to Call him "Mother Luo".