Three years ago, Ranieri was sent away in this process. Old players such as Terry and Lampard are still fresh in their memories. Then, the little Portuguese man came, and after that, everything...
Everything is different!
In the past, Chelsea in the Premier League was Fulham, a typical little transparent one. In the past, Chelsea fought hard to qualify for the European Cup every year. There were Manchester United, Arsenal, and Liverpool in the Premier League. They did not dare to think about the Premier League championship, let alone the Champions League. In the past, Chelsea
Chelsea, no one pays attention to it, no one cares about it, it is in West London, a place where aristocrats gather, and it is as dim as their body and history that are about to decay.
And after the arrival of the Portuguese who bid farewell today, Chelsea is like a big firecracker, with an instant of brilliance, a moment of brilliance, and a myriad of moments. Some people love them madly, and some hate them with gnashing of teeth. However, whether it is love or hate, Chelsea is on fire.
It has become one of the top four in the Premier League and even surpassed the veteran Manchester United in attracting attention.
A small transparent person turned into a big shot. This is certainly inseparable from Mr. Roman's gold rubles, and it is also inseparable from the catalyst of the Portuguese.
In this simple farewell ceremony, after all, there was one most obvious difference from three years ago. In addition to the four characters of the favorite, the old minister, the ordinary and the traitor, a person who watched the fun slipped in.
After the following conversation was circulated, it was regarded as the key content.
"wiwi? Are you going to the wedding?"
"No, coach."
"Are you going to attend the investiture?"
"No, coach."
"Why don't you go to school?"
"I'm here to wish you a happy breakup."
Jose smiled bitterly and shook his head, released Wang Ai's hand, and punched Wang Ai in the chest. This was the only action that occurred at this farewell meeting.
After Jose finished turning around, he looked back and found that most people were still looking at him, while Terry had already sat down and lowered his head. Sheva turned on the Walkman, with mixed feelings in his heart, and waved to everyone, taking a step
He stepped out of the locker room. And Drogba was still crying.
Malouda and Kalou came up to comfort the crying Warcraft. Lampard also came over and patted him. Wang Ai squeezed his shoulder when he passed by and passed through the crowd.
Now Chelsea is in chaos and no one cares about him. Shortly afterwards, Peter Kenyon walked in: "Grant will be the new head coach and Clark will coach the first team."
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. Everyone knows this ending. They also know that Clark, the first-team coach and the head coach, is actually a puppet. He is a loyal executor of Jose's line and will soon be purged. Now keep it
He is just a little prettier.
After all, Jose's achievements are too brilliant, and Grant...is better than the Israeli national team coach? So what?
Seeing that no one cared about him, Peter Kenyon looked a little ugly. He glanced around and suddenly said: "Where's Wiwi?"
Tank driver Petr Cech raised his head and said slowly: "I should go to see him off."
Peter's face suddenly darkened. Of course, he had to save some face to the outside world. Whether it was Chelsea's announcement or Jose's speech, they were both polite and impeccable. However, the class is over, and the conflict will not be intensified to the point where it is difficult to resolve, or it will not offend anyone.
It's intolerable, why did you end the class midway?
He pretends to be good to the outside world, but he is just taking sides internally. Drogba is so sad that at most he told his agent that he wants to transfer, and he doesn't dare to give it away in the wind at this time. That is already a dead dog, you
Do you want to go to his funeral?
Cech, who has a hole in his head, may have a weird perspective due to his wide-open mind. Others either didn't pay attention or didn't expect that he was able to tell the truth. Anyway, Peter could know it even if he didn't say it.
As soon as he said this, the impulsive Drogba took a step forward and was held tightly by Kalou. Peter shook his head without saying anything and turned to go out. From this incident, it can be seen that the team and the players
Attitude. Of course those who support the club should be reused, those who express regrets can rest assured, those who are very sad should be cautious, and those who say goodbye...
Outside the door, Jose was walking towards the parking lot with a cardboard box in his arms as several reporters took photos. Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of leather shoes behind him and a frivolous voice said: "Where's Mendes?"
Jose was stunned for a moment and shrugged: "You have been with me for more than ten hours, that's all. He is very 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? Show me what you have here?"
As soon as Jose's hands were empty, the carton ran under Wang Ai's creaking nest. He opened the lid with one hand and dug inside. Jose wanted to stop it, but it was too late, so he let it go, which he would never tolerate normally.
At this time, it seemed like a warm and voyeuristic behavior.
"Hey? A family photo? Have you found the dog?"
Jose snorted: Just say whatever makes you uncomfortable, damn it!
"Diary? Oh no, your shorthand notebook? Oops, I've been wanting to open it for a long time. It's said to be magical!"
Jose tilted his head and looked at Wang Ai sideways. Wang Ai opened a page and frowned as expected: "What, what is written here? Which country's word is this? I remember that the eight languages you know are all European.
Alphabet writing, how can there be hieroglyphics...cuneiform writing?"
Jose walked to his car and snorted: "That's my shorthand, only I understand it."
"Okay." Wang Ai threw the box in the back seat with a clatter, opened the door and came in, patting the dashboard: "Drive!"
Jose looked at Wang Ai seriously this time: "You are wearing this outfit today just to see me off in a beautiful way? Then, just send it here. You really followed me out of Cobham. There are still new people in the club."
The coach hates you so much."
Wang Ai shrugged: "Drive."
As the car passed through the crowd, the reporters all saw Wang Ai sitting in the passenger seat, but his mouth was moving and they could not hear clearly what he was saying.
"How can I say that you are also a meritorious coach and a great man who changed the Premier League? Even if you are fired, you can't really just hold the box and walk away like a white-collar worker, right? So? I, a righteous Chinese, am not afraid of retaliation and resolutely dress up.
Let me give you a place to go out!"
Jose shook the steering wheel and nodded: "If you say this directly, I will be more moved."
"Hahaha!" Wang Ai laughed: "Jose, you are a drug. Even if I hate you again, even if you hurt me, I am still willing to support you."
Jose shrugged: "You have to believe in Armani's aesthetics."
The car drove onto the avenue and drove to 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 are your plans next?"
"Next?" Jose said unexpectedly: "I might be a columnist or game commentator for a period of time, right?"
Wang Ai nodded and suddenly asked seductively: "Do you want to gain experience in taking over the Portuguese national team in the future?"
