Some people say that happiness that no one shares is not real happiness; pain that no one shares is real pain!

In Natalie's eyes, Yang Cheng is undoubtedly the interpretation of this sentence.

The coach of the main coach has never been a simple job. He is hard, tired and stressed, and cannot share the pain caused by this profession with others, because you must make people feel your confidence at any time and under any circumstances.

Only in this way can you bring confidence to your assistants and players.

But he is an industry that creates happiness for the people around him. As long as he wins the ball, everyone will be happy and happy.

This is a very unfair world. Because of poor grades, I will be the first to ask for trouble for the coach.

Therefore, even if you are as strong as Yang Cheng, you still have to bear such pressure.

It is hard to imagine who could support it if he didn’t really love football and love this sports?

Looking down from the stands, Yang Cheng was alone on the sidelines, staring silently at the court, and launched a desperate duel against both sides. The scene seemed very intense, because Liverpool finally woke up after being scored the third goal.

They have no way out, so they can only do their best!

Natalie could only see Yang Cheng's back. For some reason, she suddenly felt sad and tears rolled out of her eyes, but it did not slide down. She just rolled on her eyelashes and endured silently, just like Yang Cheng at this moment.

"Didn't it mean that Juventus' offense is bad? Why were he scored three goals?" Avril sat aside. She didn't understand whether Liverpool was too bad or Juventus was too strong?

"Offensive poor?" Natalie shook her head. She had a deep dive into football. "That's relatively speaking, I have never seen a team with poor offense reaching the Champions League final."

After a pause, she shook her head and said, "The teams transferred by the real top coach must be good at attacking and defense, and can easily convert between offense and defense. Therefore, when Juventus wants to attack, their offensive ability may not lose to other teams."

It is an illusion that Serie A teams are not good at offense. It is just that because they pay more attention to steady victory, they usually do not play too risky offense and adopt a more stable way to win the game, which gives people the illusion of not being good at offense.

In fact, when Serie A team really takes the initiative to attack, the attack power is often even more terrifying!

"Then... can I still play this game?" Avril looked at Yang Cheng's back, for some reason, and was a little worried.

She had no other unnecessary thoughts. She just as a friend, she couldn't bear to see Yang Cheng's team lose so badly. To be honest, she loves the house and Ukraine and still admires Liverpool very much.

"Yes!" Natalie said confidently.

She has enough confidence or admiration for Yang Cheng.

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On the court, the two sides fought fiercely.

Ronaldo, Drogba, Robben and other players tightly wrapped around Juventus' defense line, Davis, Carrick and Murphy supported the midfield tightly, while Riser, Hepia, Carragher and Finnan were careful to defend Juventus' offensive players.

After Juventus scored three goals in a row, he began to breathe a sigh of relief, but at this time, Yang Cheng suddenly asked the players to press forward directly and did not give Juventus a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. In the last ten minutes of the first half, Liverpool played a round of attack.

But in the end, unfortunately, Liverpool failed to make a difference and failed to break through Juventus' goal, and referee Gonzalez blew the whistle to the end of the first half.

Juventus players all raised their hands and applauded vigorously.

They all looked very tired, but their expressions were very excited, especially when they walked out, as if the overall situation had been decided. Casano rushed to the sidelines and waved his hands hard at Juventus' ball mi, looking like he was sure to hold it.

At the same time, two or three Juventus players walked to the sidelines and said a few words to their families.

Yang Cheng stood at the entrance of the player passage, and the first one passed by him was Reina. After the two hugged each other, Yang Cheng patted Reina's shoulder hard, "Don't put on a dead face, there are 45 minutes left, have a good rest!"

Renner raised his head and looked at Yang Cheng's eyes. The latter stared at him without any timidity.

From this clear eyes, Reiner read two things, determined and confident!

Whether it is true or false, in short, what Yang Cheng conveys through his eyes are these two things.

After gradually hugging and hugging other players, Yang Cheng sent everyone back to the wardrobe room, and then he saw Capello coming. He did not turn around and leave, but stood there waiting for him.

"I said that Liverpool looks strong, but in fact, you are all just a group of kids!" Capello said with a smile.

The reason why Liverpool suffered such a big defeat in the first half was because of their mentality and experience.

"Child?" Yang Cheng sneered, "Wait and see, the child will eventually grow up, and your death will come when the time comes!"

Capello smiled and turned around and left. He didn't take Yang Cheng's words too much.

I believe even he will feel in his heart that he is almost sure to win this game. At least he can't think of any reason for losing, and he has already thought about it. In the second half, Juventus began to build on defense.

With Juventus' rock-hard defense this season, who dares to say that he can score three goals in 45 minutes?

Such a team has not yet been born!

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It was even quieter when everyone sat there, motionless.

Drogba was the last player to break open the door of the more clothes room and walk in. He took off his jersey and returned to the white shirt inside, which read "Captain, you have been with us all the time!"

In addition to him, there are also attacking players such as Ronaldo, Robben, etc. who have put on such shirts, hoping to get the shirt back when scoring the goal and show it to Gerald in the stands so that he won't feel sad, but now...

puff!

Drogba took off his sweat-soaked shirt with his strength and threw it heavily onto the wardrobe, making a muffled sound.

"What are you doing, Didier?" The little Ronaldo, who was splashed in sweat next to him, was a little unhappy.

Drogba glanced at his teammates, breathing was still very rapid, but he was full of anger and resentment, "What am I doing? I still want to ask you, what are you doing?"

"The boss told us to focus, be careful, be cautious, and be patient. But look at our first half, we were so stunning, and we were fucked by the guys on the opposite side. We had already lost this final in advance, and we were back to the eggs!"

Pointing to the shirt under the wardrobe, Drogba almost gritted his teeth with hatred, "We worked hard to get such a jersey. Is it useful? There is no chance to show it. I feel like we are a group of foils that he returns to his mother. We walked into this stadium just to show the strength of Juventus!"

At the end of the day, Drogba fell to his seat, holding his head in his hands, and scratching his head with his head, "Go back to his mother's return, go back to his mother's return, whatever revenge, what debts he repays, go back to his mother's return!"

"I really don't want us to be slaughtered by an opponent like Juventus in such a game. That would be the biggest shame in our lives!"

Listening to Drogba's words, no one could speak and he was silent.

“…through the wind, through the rain…you will never walk alone…”

The singing outside did not stop because of the intermission, and was entering the back room one after another. In the silent back room, it seemed particularly clear. It was a chorus of tens of thousands of people. It was said that it was as spectacular as it was.

Just as everyone was thinking about things, the door to the wardrobe room was slowly pushed open.

Yang Cheng's figure appeared in front of everyone. He walked into the Genghui Clothes room, but did not close the door, but asked them to listen. There were laughter and cheers vaguely heard from the distance of the player's passage. It must have been from Juventus' Genghui Clothes room.

Are they celebrating?

Do they think they have won the championship ahead of schedule?

Yang Cheng waited until the voice disappeared, and then closed the door of the clothes room again. Suddenly, the singing of the ball mi in the stands was weakened by half, but many people in the clothes room were raised their heads and looked at Yang Cheng who was walking in.

It can be said that by now, they have completely lost their inch and completely lost confidence. The only thing that can support them is their trust in Yang Cheng over the past two years. All of them seem to have a message in their eyes.

Tell us what to do, please, boss!

Yang Cheng slowly walked from the door of the Genghuifang, passed the narrow Genghuifang, and came to the front of the tactical board.

"When you come on stage, Steve, you go down, Michael, you go!" Yang Cheng pointed at Finnan, then pointed at Essin again.

Everyone was listening, listening very seriously.

"We play three defenders, Riser, Hepia and Carragher, watch Trezege and Piero!"

"Four people in the midfield, Davis, you hit the left side and strangle Camoranesi to death. Not only do you have to die, but you also have to attack me and let Juventus see your abilities. Can you do it?" Yang Cheng pointed at Davis and asked.

A trace of sarcastic flashed in the Dutch's eyes. Yang Cheng knew his thoughts, so he nodded, "I will definitely let those dogs raise all the hardships, you can wait!"

"Okay!" Yang Cheng praised, "Murphy hit the right side, your responsibility is to show me Casano to death. This kid is too arrogant, but he already has a yellow card. You can do it, it's better to get him down for me!"

Murphy nodded immediately, and if the other party had one missing, things would be much easier.

"After Essing goes up, there is only one mission to protect Carrick!"

Yang Cheng pointed at Essin and Carrick, "Carrick should be more active and take the ball with confidence. Essin's duty is to protect him. Once Carrick loses the ball, you have to grab it as soon as possible. I will not allow the opponent to intercept the ball from our middle to make a counterattack!"

Michael Essin and Carrick both nodded together.

Pointing to the tactical board, Yang Cheng drew a trident in the frontcourt, "Robert and Robben both hit the front, Drogba is responsible for grabbing points in the middle, Juventus' high ball ability is lacking, we did not make good use of the profit in the first half, we must make good use of it in the second half, Drogba, kill Tulam and Cannavaro!"

Drogba nodded.

Yang Cheng walked over slowly and picked up the heavy shirt from the seat. He knew about the players, so he threw the shirt directly to Drogba.

"We can wear it in the second half!"

A very simple sentence made everyone present rekindle the fire of hope.

"Juventus' offense is mainly on two sides. In the second half, we have to strangle these two sides. At the same time, our offense is to target their two sides. Ronaldo and Robben have a larger range of activities, one-on-one if they have the opportunity. Carrick and Essin's activity areas can also be larger and move forward more, but when defending, you should pay attention to protecting long shots at the front of the penalty area."

"We have to attack in the second half, we have to attack hard because we have no way out!"

Speaking of this, Yang Cheng stopped directly and said nothing more. He was quiet and let the players hear the singing of the ball mi from the stands again. Even though the halftime break had passed for a few minutes, they still had not stopped.

"Listen, this is the singing from the ball mi. Can you imagine what kind of mood they are now?"

"Disappointment? Despair? Pain? Sad? Crash? Or have they lost the belief in victory?"

Shaking his head, "Not they, their singing voices, they expressed their hearts. These tens of thousands of ball migrants who followed our team from Liverpool not far from here, have made great sacrifices to come to the scene to watch this game. When they come here, they definitely don't want to see the team they love become a foil for others."

"They used their singing to tell us something. They were still believing in us. Even if it was already 0:3, they were still believing in us. They believed that we would be able to cheer up and win the game again!"

"They have confidence in us, don't we ourselves?"
To be continued...