"Michael, you may think that I am a temporary coach, but I tell you, as long as I am in the coach's position for one day, then you have to listen to me."

"Boss, I really didn't give in." Essien almost took out his heart and showed it to Grant.

"Okay, stop talking and go defend Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong saw that Essien's expression was obviously different from before, so he moved closer.

"Did you get scolded?"

"It was my defensive mistake. Can you tell me why your resistance suddenly became stronger?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

This African Joey Yung is so innocent. If you ask me this, am I going to tell you?

"Chinese Kongfu."

"Chinese Kongfu?"

Essien also watched Kung Fu movies. Of course he didn’t know that the movies were fake, so he believed them.

"Then can you teach me next season?"

"Of course."

Grant's eyes were filled with anger, "You also said that you and Tang Zhenglong are not the same group? We were talking and laughing, but we almost hugged each other."

Unintentionally, Tang Zhenglong and Grant's eyes met.

Then Grant came and scolded Huai, pretending to be scolding his own players, but it seemed like he was blaming Tang Zhenglong.

"Damn, you're a bench coach, you have such a bad temper."

Tang Zhenglong felt that it was necessary to drive a wedge between Grant and the Chelsea players. It would be best for him to get out in the winter.

****

"Didier."

…

"Why did you show up again?"

"Don't you have to work?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan: "I've already entered two. Let's take a rest."

Drogba almost vomited blood. This x-dressing was so refreshing and refined.

"Didier, do you know why you can't score?"

"Why?"

"Because Grant's tactics don't work."

These words went deep into Drogba's heart. He has always disliked Grant. This guy was a rookie before, so why should he teach him!

Tang Zhenglong continued: "Your style of play has been thoroughly studied by your Premier League opponents. Now that every team is focused on tracking you, there will of course be fewer opportunities."

Drogba nodded.

"So the correct way is to play two forwards and arrange for one person to share the defensive pressure on you, so that you can release it."

Drogba nodded again, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. Who are you, Tang Zhenglong? Why are you telling me tactics?

No matter how bad Grant is, he still has a coaching certificate.

"Go! Go! Go! You are from Everton now, you must have no good intentions."

Tang Zhenglong immediately showed a harmless expression.

"Once a Blue, always a Blue, my heart is with Chelsea."

Drogba looked at Tang Zhenglong and felt a little like vomiting.

Unexpectedly, Grant saw all this and was furious.

"This guy Didier usually disobeys me, and now he is getting together with Tang Zhenglong. He is preparing to oust me."

A dead ball opportunity.

Grant strode towards Drogba.

"Didier, what are you talking about with Tang Zhenglong? He is from Everton, don't you know? Where is your brain!!"

Drogba is unhappy. Who I talk to is none of your business!

Drogba shrugged, "He came to see me. If you can, just yell at Tang Zhenglong."

This is a mockery of Grant's incompetence. How can he bear this!

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Drogba smiled contemptuously.

At this juncture, Tang Zhenglong appeared and stood in front of Grant.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's all my fault."

Grant was so angry that everything was your fault? It was always your fault.

"It was your fault in the first place."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. If you want to hit me, hit me. If you want to scold me, then scold me."

Grant really wanted to beat Tang Zhenglong.

"Don't be disgusted with me. There are so many cameras filming you. You know I can't beat you."

"How about this? Later during the intermission, find a place where no one is around and you can beat me up to vent your anger."

Grant is feeling sick all over. What's wrong? You still want to fight with me?

"You disappear from my sight, now!!"

"And don't talk to my players again."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I can't guarantee that. They all like talking to me. Someone complained to me just now that you are the worst coach he has ever seen."

After finishing speaking, Tang Zhenglong immediately covered his mouth and put on an expression like "I said something wrong."

"Who said that?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "I can't say!"

"Okay, I'll leave you a phone number later. If you have any confusion about football tactics, you are welcome to call me."

Grant gave Tang Zhenglong an "I want to strangle you" look.

Tang Zhenglong then went to chat with Chelsea players whenever he had the opportunity, and Grant saw this and became increasingly frustrated.

Finally the whistle sounded at the end of the first half.

There were quite a few boos at Stamford Bridge, and some were calling Grant to be dismissed from get out of class.

The pressure of taking over after Mourinho is understandable, and Grant did not respond and left expressionlessly.

In the players tunnel, Tang Zhenglong was patted by someone. When he turned around, he saw that it was Grant.

"Come with me if you have the guts."

Tang Zhenglong followed.

Coming to a deserted corner, Grant said: "Don, I can tell you, I will not stay at Chelsea next season, which means there will be no intersection between us, so I hope you will not interfere with my players.

.”

Tang Zhenglong showed an expression of confusion.

"Coach, why can't I understand what you are saying? I have never interfered with your players."

"If you don't believe me, I can repeat to you what I told them."

"Didier and I discussed tactics."

"Michael and I also discussed tactics."

"Actually, they are all good players, but they were delayed by tactics."

Grant's face turned blue and white.

"What qualifications do you have to talk about tactics?"

Tang Zhenglong said without shame: "Today's football tactics are developing too fast. Another example is my invisible movement method, which is the latest tactic."

puff.

Isn't this just laziness? It's also an invisible movement method.

Grant felt that he could not talk to Tang Zhenglong alone, as he seemed to have a magical power that could draw you in.

"Okay, I don't think you are qualified to teach me, but I have an international coaching qualification certificate."

Grant quickly walked to the door of the locker room. The door was ajar and the voices inside could be heard clearly. He only heard Essien saying: "I think the advice Tang Zhenglong gave me is quite reasonable. He said I should be more

Join the attack."

Little Wright interjected: "Don also gave me advice, saying that I should decisively cut inside and shoot, just like Robben did."

Everyone said something to me.

Grant clenched his fists, "You guys are treating me like a p before I leave."
Chapter completed!