Coaching career started as a college team coach

Bowen opened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He was still standing there, while the other players had already rushed to their hero Martinez.

Bowen didn't think too much and rushed up!

The referee had already blew the whistle to end the game. This was because after Diomande's penalty was saved, even if Rodri missed the fifth round, Wolves would still win because of the lead.

We won!

We won the Premier League team!

Martinez roared to the sky, and then was hugged tightly by his teammates.

Bowen was the last to rush to him, but he squeezed to the front. He couldn't wait to hug Martinez. Martinez laughed and carried Bowen up!

"I told you to believe me. When did I break my promise!"

Martinez carried Bowen on his shoulders, and the others gathered around them.

"Pinch me." Celars patted Wei Le on the shoulder.

"It's not fake, it's not a dream." Wei Le heard this, smiled and gently pinched Celars' arm, "We won, we really won."

"We won!!" Celars roared as if venting.

The coaching staff celebrated the victory as if they had already won the championship! Of course, they never expected to win the championship, and being able to advance to the semi-finals was already a great achievement.

They just wanted to win one game after another, that's all. It was really appropriate to use such an ups and downs victory as a reward for their efforts for many days.

"How did you do it? How did you do it?" Bowen grabbed Martinez's collar.

Martinez pointed to the big screen, where the save just decided was also repeated.

The penalty whistle sounded, the football was kicked to the middle, and Martinez did fly to the side, but at the last moment, he blocked it with his foot! He blocked the ball with his foot when he completely lost hope!

"Oh my god, oh my god." Bowen didn't know what to say.

Hull City had to swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

They walked aimlessly on the court, gradually accepting the reality that their League Cup journey was over. Michael Dawson stood with Maguire and Robertson, and the two young men stood on the left and right sides of the veteran.

"Still failed to win." There was undisguised disappointment in Robertson's stubborn eyes. Maguire was the same. He didn't say anything, but just sighed.

"Your future is still very bright. If you don't win this time, you can come back next time." Michael Dawson comforted them.

Robertson obviously disagreed. He thought about it, "But even if we win next year, it can't change the fact that this year is over."

Michael Dawson smiled. He knew that Robertson's desire to win was very strong, which was also what he liked most about Robertson, that is, this Scottish guy had a kind of unscrupulous temperament, and he was not afraid of anyone.

"You will all have a bright future, but I guess it's not here." Dawson said meaningfully, patting the two on the shoulders, "Your abilities are enough to make you noticed by big teams. If that's the case, then seize your opportunity."

"We didn't perform well this year. This is the team's problem, not yours. I'm old enough to play with Hull City again, but..." Dawson sighed, "But people are never young again, both of you."

Robertson and Maguire fell into silence as they watched the Wolves players and coaches celebrating in front of them.

They recalled that before the start of the league, the new Chinese head coach actually came to Hull City to buy them, even though they hadn't shown any particularly outstanding abilities at the time.

But they refused, and the team also refused, because they wanted to play in the Premier League.

But now, Hull City, which is almost at the bottom of the league, has such a miserable performance and a turbulent management environment that sometimes makes them start to think, if they had agreed to Wei Le's invitation, what would they be like now?

Robertson did not go to Wolves, so Wei Le turned to seek Ben Godfrey. The young man was about the same age as them and had achieved rapid growth this season.

Choice is more important than hard work, this is what it means. Robertson was a little melancholy.

In the locker room, the sudden appearance of the team's executive chairman Shi Yu surprised everyone. He also followed the team to the away game.

"The team is very satisfied with your achievements." Shi Yu said to the players with a smile, "So, here is a bonus to encourage the players and coaching staff to achieve better results."

Although everyone is not very familiar with Shi Yu, they are familiar with money. So, the locker room broke out in a fierce cheer.The cheers were loud, and they all shouted that Chairman Shi was wise and Boss Guo was generous.

Taking advantage of the team's cheering, Shi Yu pulled Wei Le out of the house.

This time, Shi Yu spoke in Chinese.

"Boss Guo is in China and is watching the game now. He told me that he was very happy." Shi Yu spoke in English in the locker room, and still maintained basic politeness. But when talking to his compatriots alone, Shi Yu let go.

"You almost gave me a heart attack." Shi Yu covered his chest and laughed, and Wei Le also laughed.

"But winning is always good."

"Yes, yes." Shi Yu nodded, "Winning is good."

"It's only been a few months, and we will play Manchester United in the next game. I can't even think about it." Shi Yu sighed.

"Besides, the semi-finals are a home-and-away system, and they will come to Molineux Stadium." Wei Le said with a smile, "Now there is no shortage of money for tickets."

"I have never lacked money for tickets!" Shi Yu said this, his eyes shining, "It's mainly because of you, Xiao Wei, you play so well. After you came, more and more people came to watch the game. If you ask me, choosing you is really the right choice."

When the Wolves bus was still stuck on the road by the Hull River in Yorkshire, England, it was already early in the morning in China. However, although it was already night, there were still many people staying up late.

Among them were Wolves fans, who are not many in China.

[Really proud! ]

[This game was so awesome!!]

[Big Martin really deserves to be from Arsenal! ]

In the forum where there was not much movement, Wolves fans also started their cheers. And one topic they couldn't avoid was the head coach of the team they supported, who was also their compatriot, Wei Le.

[Wei Le is really good! ]

[Didn't someone say he got in through connections?]

[I admire you for using connections to beat Hull City.]

[When will Wei Le become popular in China? Now when I ask people who Wei Le is, they don't know.]

[There's nothing we can do about it. Not many people are paying attention to football now.]

Every time they win, they discuss when Wolves will get the attention they deserve in China. And when will their talented head coach Wei Le become famous in China.

But they may not have thought that at this moment, a university student in China took a deep breath, checked the post again to see if there were any typos, and then pressed the publish button on both WeChat and Weibo, and the day they had been waiting for came.