บท 1: Chapter 1
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On April 17, 2008, Old Trafford was full of voices.
This is the home stadium of Manchester United, the holy place in the hearts of Manchester United fans, and the theater of dreams.
The fans were sitting in the stands, some players in training uniforms were passing each other on the court, and the score was displayed on the big screen: Manchester United 0:1 Chelsea!
It's time for the intermission!
At this time in the visiting team's locker room, a man about 185 cm tall wearing a white shirt, black suit pants and a black tie was talking to the players wearing Chelsea jerseys.
But this man is not Grant who replaced Mourinho as the acting coach of Chelsea this season, but an Oriental.
Gao Bo has already been soaked with sweat behind his shirt. This is the second round of the 2007-2008 FA Youth Cup final. Manchester United U18 is at home against Chelsea U18! And Gao Bo is the head coach of Chelsea U18! !
"We did a good job in the first half! We continued to play like this in the second half!!"
"Stand more compactly, don't let them find space in the middle, and force them to the sideways!!!"
"The attack after stealing the ball must be fast!!"
Gao Bo writes and draws on the tactical board, and the Chelsea U18 players nod frequently
The current situation is very favorable for Chelsea.
They relied on a hard defensive counterattack at home a week ago and defeated the Manchester United U18 youth team with famous young talents such as Welbeck and Cleverly 1-0!
And now at Old Trafford, with a counterattack in the first half, Chelsea once again took the lead. They now lead Manchester United 2-0 in total, and they also have an away goal!
Manchester United must score three goals in the second half to complete the reversal!
it can be said that Chelsea U18 is already the winner!
"Don't think that we have a great advantage. This is their home court. In the second half, you must focus on defense! Don't be afraid of their crosses from the side, but in the middle, they must never have a chance to shoot!" Gao Bo The expression is not as easy as winning.
The youth team's games are often different from the adult teams. Young people's emotions are ups and downs. What is shown on the court is that the games often fall into a certain emotional state, and the youth team's games often score some big scores-this is A manifestation of young people's immaturity.
For Gao Bo, he led Chelsea U18 to eliminate the youth teams of Tottenham, Manchester City and other teams to reach the finals, which will add a lot of color to his coaching resume.
The Gao Bo at this time is no longer the Gao Bo one month ago, but to some extent, the two people are the same person again!
Things are so complicated to say that Gao Bo, who has always been calm, feels at a loss at this time.
All the divisions are just after the Gaobo college entrance examination.
Gao Bo is an orphan. Before he was taken into the orphanage, he had only a blue blanket covering his body and a note recording his name and date of birth: Gao Bo was born on August 30, 1981.
The days in the orphanage were not good, but Gao Bo was smart since he was a child. He went to high school with excellent grades. After the college entrance examination, he received the admission letter from the University of London.
History seems to have diverged at this moment.
The former Gao Bo was unable to afford the tuition fees of the University of London and the cost of studying in the UK, so he stayed in China and went to university. After graduation, a Fortune 500 company became an employee from the bottom. A middle-level manager, and just when he was celebrating his promotion to be a company executive, Gao Bo, who had never been drunk, was so drunk that day. The time of that day is: May 2018 30th!
And when he woke up, he found that he had another memory of Gao Bo.
Before receiving the notice from the University of London, this Gao Bo's experience was exactly the same as the other Gao Bo. He was adopted by an orphanage. He went to the first grade at the age of six, and went to junior high school at the age of 12. Then went to high school... college entrance examination... was admitted to the University of London.
And this different life of Gao Bo began here. Gao Bo's affairs were reported by the dean of the orphanage to the education department, followed by an interest-free loan to allow Gao Bo to complete his studies at the University of London. Baker College Sports Management and Football Business.
After getting his master's degree at the University of London, Gao Bo also went to get the UEFA A-level coaching certificate-in this era, this is a certificate that many coaches in the top five European leagues have not passed the test.
it is precisely because he has this certificate that he was able to find a job in a big team like Chelsea...
Fortunately, the memories of the two Gaobo are in the same brain, and the personalities of the two are not very different, so that his colleagues did not see any clues.
Gao Bo took a week to accept the fact that he traveled from 2018 back to 2008. When his mentality adjusted, he quickly entered the role-these two Gao Bo are the same person after all.
Gao Bo realized that with his own experience in this life, it is most appropriate to go in the direction of the football coach. Now he has a very good starting point, and as long as he takes Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup, he Even if his football career had a very good start.
Gao Bo is an optimistic person. After accepting the fact of crossing, he quickly devoted himself to the job of football coach.
This is Gao Bo's dream job!
Gao Bo is still very satisfied with what he said just now-his aura is good and his strategy is also okay.
This time his performance is simply impeccable!
Being a person for two generations, especially the experience of growing from a small employee to a company executive, made up for the shortcomings of Gao Bo, who was only 27 at this time.
In fact, even his assistant, assistant coach Wrights, also feels the maturity of his boss. The young Chinese coach was obviously immature when he first came to Chelsea, but he grew up very fast.
From his aura It looks like a handsome man...
When the future celebrity Gao Bo was about to explain the details of the second half, the door of the locker room slammed open! A pile of Roshan squeezed in from the crack of the door, rushing in front of Gao Bo at an extremely fast speed, with his fingers on Gao Bo's nose.
"Damn it!! Why don't you let George play this game!!!"
"I warn you!! I must see George on the court in the second half of the game!!!"
"Do you know football or not, you are an Asian? When did Chelsea find an Asian to be the coach... Ga..."
Roshan dialect hadn't been finished, and he made a noise like a duck pinched by his neck.
Because Roshan was really pinched by his neck.
Gao Bo pushed Roshan down on the wall with one hand. After his body hit the hard wall, the fleshy mass on his body was still rippling like water.
When the wave calmed down, everyone in the locker room was stunned by the sudden change...
"Who is he?!" Gao Bo was a little annoyed. This is the locker room. The team locker room is a sacred place. How can outsiders come in and out casually?
"Gao...Gao Bo-kun, he is the Kent director..." The team doctor Haruko Sakuragi quietly walked over and exhaled in Gao Bo's ear.
Sakuragi Haruko has short hair with long ears and delicate features on the round face that is commonly seen in Japan. If you ignore her swollen chest in sportswear, you might think that this is just one. A girl of fifteen or sixteen. But in fact, Haruko Sakuragi is a master's student in sports medicine at the University of London and also a team doctor for Chelsea U18. She is 26 years old this year.
Gao Bo suddenly remembered that before this game, some Chelsea director called him and asked him to arrange for a player to play. However, Gao Bo obviously ignored this kind of back door. .
"That's it, thank you, Haruko."
"No...you're welcome..."
Haruko blushed.
Gao Bo quietly glanced at Haruko's bulging chest in his sportswear, and hurriedly took it back.
He is Haruko's boss now. If someone else finds out about his nasty nasty, how will this team bring it in the future...
With this distraction of Gao Bo, Roshan seized the opportunity to break free from Gao Bo's hands. He took a few breaths and yelled in anger, "You are dead!! Yellow-skinned monkey!! You are dead!" Do you know who I am!!! Do you know who my father is!!!..."
However, this time the Chelsea director also did not finish.
Gao Bo, who had turned his back to him, turned around and pinched one hand on Kent's neck.
Then, with everyone stunned, Gao Bo dragged the Roshan out of the locker room like a dead duck, and kicked the door up again.
"Who is George?!" Gao Bo, who was panting because he dragged a few hundred kilograms of weight, supported the wall and asked.
"The kid who just joined the U18 a month ago did not make the big list in this game." Assistant coach Wrights admired Gao Bo said.
"Oh... That's good." Gao Bo clapped his hands.
Even if George was on the roster in this game, he would never get the chance to play. He used off-court factors to interfere with the head coach's decision. This is absolutely evil!
Gao Bo sorted out his somewhat messy black suit, changed his clothes and smiled, turned around and smiled at the dumbfounded players: "Okay guys, you performed well in the first half. I am proud of you... ."
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May, evening, London, drizzle, pedestrians like weaving.
Old John's Bistro is located on the corner of a side street in East London. Business is bleak on weekdays, but today it is full of guests.
Because today is the day of the UEFA Champions League final-the 2007-2008 season, the UEFA Champions League final, facing two teams from England: Manchester United vs. Chelsea! Now all the competitions in the English domestic league have ended. Before the start of the new season, only this game can be watched, so it has attracted a large number of fans, whether it is Manchester United or Chelsea fans. They are all willing to drink some beer in the pub, and chat with friends while watching football.
It is the tradition of the English people to watch football in the pub. It is probably because there are too many people watching football today. Old John's bistro is rarely ushered in a day of prosperity.
Since it is watching a game, the atmosphere in the pub should naturally be noisy and warm, but at this time, the old John's bistro is as quiet as a high-end cafe-if not for the rusty doors and windows and the strong beer smell If the mixed smell mixed with sweat and smoke is tangy.
There were no big waves in the game. Chelsea was in possession of the ball at this time, but the score was Manchester United leading one-0. It was a header from Cristiano Ronaldo in the 26th minute of the game.
After Manchester United scored, the game scene began to look plain. Compared with iron defense, Chelsea's offensive ability is not as strong as their defense.
But it was not the lackluster Champions League final that kept the many fans in the tavern quiet, but one person.
A man, dressed in black, with a tall black coat collar covering his face, and his thick black hair can only see the outline of an Oriental man. Even when sitting on a chair, the drinkers are almost The height of this man can be estimated-definitely more than 180 centimeters.
There were several bottles of whiskey on the table. The man was silent for a while, then raised the goblet in his hand.
It's like drinking water, and a glass of strong alcohol is drunk in one go... it contains the high-strength whiskey that the British call "the water of life"!
The blushing big white English guys also swallowed. Some looked at each other, and some looked with admiration or even worship in their eyes.
"How many bottles is this?"
"The seventh bottle, right?"
"I look like it is the eighth bottle..."
The attention of the drinkers was completely attracted by this man. Compared to a boring game, a man who drank seven or eight bottles of spirits without changing his face could attract people's attention better.
Dangdang...
The sound of the wine bottle tapping the wine glass.
Another bottle of whiskey is empty...
the man turned around, and only then did the drinkers see the appearance of the Oriental.
sword eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, angular and resolute face, two sharp eyes make people afraid to look at each other...
This is definitely not an annoying person!
Most of the alcoholics who had been staring at this oriental man had their eyes turned away.
"Isn't this the Chelsea coach?!" A deliberately lowered voice sounded.
"Yes, yes, I remember, it is the Chinese coach of Chelsea!!!" Someone echoed with a drunk.
"Chelsea's coach? Hey, work, don't tease me, Chelsea's coach is Grant now, and he and his team are in Russia now. And you think the Russian Abramovich will hire a Chinese to coach Chelsea? ?"
"Yes! I heard that Russians are racists!"
"I hate Abramovich, even though I am a Chelsea fan!"
"What I said is true. His name is Gao Bo. He is a Chinese. He led Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup just half a month ago!!" A man with red eyes standing up while he was drinking It's Chelsea's No. 8 shirt-this is a Chelsea or Lampard fan.
The tavern quieted slightly, and people looked at the man again.
On the football field, although there are not many East Asians, one or two people can often be seen in the weekly matches. There are also a few Chinese who play in the English League. Sun Jihai from Manchester City and Zheng from Charlton Chi wait...
But the coach's words... In the fans' impression, I have never seen East Asian coaches in mainstream European leagues.
But leading Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup is enough to explain the strength of this man. In the arena, the winner is king, so no one is questioning whether this person is qualified to be the coach of the Chelsea youth team.
"Hey, tricks, your news is behind. I heard that Gao Bo was fired by Chelsea..."
"Oh..."
Inside the pub, the fans glanced sympathetically at Gao Bo.
turned out to be an unemployed hapless guy.
"Didn't he just win the FA Youth Cup with Chelsea U18?"
"I heard that Abu didn't like him..."
"How did I hear that I was offending a Chelsea director..."
"The coach who won the championship was fired, and England's football tradition has disappeared in Chelsea."
"I blame the **** Russian..."
"I heard that Abu is a racist!!"
"Russians are always so savage..."
In the tavern, the wine was hot, and the English people began to launch map cannons against Russia.
"Bartender..."
Gao Bo turned around and snapped his fingers.
The bartender immediately delivered a bottle of whiskey.
In the eyes of the English people in the tavern, either admired or sympathetic, another glass of whiskey was consumed.
He drinks whiskey like cold water...
A cup of spirits, but Gao Bo didn't feel anything. Compared with Chinese liquors like Erguotou, although whiskey is not low in strength, it is not as overbearing in taste as liquor.
"Hey, Chinese, aren't you a coach, look at me, what position do I play?"
A chubby fat man staggered to the side of Gao Bo.
Gao Bo frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him. A light curtain that only Gao Bo could see appeared out of thin air.
Explosive power: 20
Oh, it sucks...
Endurance: 22
Can you still play football with such endurance?
...
Following the series of data that appeared on the light screen, Gao Bo looked at them one by one. Even if this fat man is placed on the amateur arena, it is basically a waste. In terms of data, there is basically no way to see other data except weight...
Goalkeeping technique: 55
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Gao Bo was shocked!
Is this trash fat guy a goalkeeper?
Gao Bo couldn't help taking a high look at the fat goalkeeper with his big tongue.
A goalkeeper with a skill of 55 can be considered very good in the amateur arena. It's a pity that this fat man is too fat, otherwise there must be some low-level league teams interested in this fat man.
"I think you are so fat, the only position that suits you is the goalkeeper." Gao Bo retracted his gaze, and the light curtain disappeared.
Gao Bo hasn't had time to explore the source of this light curtain carefully, but he knows it is a very useful thing for football coaches-you can see a person's attributes, which is not equivalent to FM for coaches.
It's a pity that you can only use it once a day. It's cheaper to use it on you fat guy today.
Gao Bo toasted and drank.
"Do you know this too?" The fat man scratched the back of his head.
"Nonsense, old Kenny, you are so fat, of course you can only be a goalkeeper, because the goalkeeper doesn't have to run..."
"Hahaha..."
There is a lot of joy in the pub.
The fat goalkeeper Kenny didn't care about the ridicule.
"Look at the result of this game, then?" Kenny asked, pointing to the TV screen.
"Chelsea is about to tie the score..." Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it.
It is now the 44th minute of the game, and Manchester United still leads Chelsea 1-0.
"Impossible, Manchester United will not give Chelsea such an opportunity..."
"The halftime is almost over. The players on both sides are probably thinking about the second half..."
The fans in this pub talked a lot, but the England fans know the ball very well and will not change their views just because of the judgment of such a professional number as Gao Bo.
Fatty Kenny grinned, and even took a few mouthfuls at the wine bottle.
"Hey, let's make a bet. If Chelsea scores before the end of the first half, your drink money today counts as mine. If you don't make it, I will have a free drink today..." The strong man squeezed his eyes, "Dare you gamble, Chinese?"
"Hey, old Kenny, you are so unkind..."
"Isn't this bullying..."
There was an injustice in the pub.
"Then I would like to thank you for the treat today..." Gao Bo grinned and toasted. As a past person, he knew very well what the UEFA Champions League game will be like this time At this moment, the first half of the game lasted for 45 minutes and was near the end of the half. Essien took a long shot from the outside of the penalty area. In fact, he didn't intend to do anything with this ball, but he had a good kick at the end. After all, he was very uncomfortable facing Ronaldo in the first half. As a result, the ball hit Ferdinand's leg, and then hit Vidic's back. The ball fell into the middle of the penalty area after two blocks. This position was not close to goalkeeper Van der Sar, he couldn't get the ball out, and he wanted to hit the ball, but in the end he fell. Lampard, who happened to be following, ran to this position from outside the penalty area, kicked the goal, and the ball flew into the goal smoothly. 1 to 1, Chelsea equalized the score.
There was cheers in the pub. After all, this is London. Chelsea's fan base in London is still better than Manchester United.
There were also some fans holding their foreheads with both hands, obviously frustrated that Chelsea had evened the score.
But whether it's cheering or frustration, the fans quickly refocused their attention on Gao Bo.
Gao Bo just said that Chelsea was about to score, and Chelsea did. Is there anything more magical than this?
Kenny is also one of the cheering crowd, this old fat man is also a Chelsea fan.
"Coach Gao Bo, even if you drink, it will count as mine today!!!
Gao Bo ignored the painful Kenny who slapped him on the shoulder, he looked at Lampard who was celebrating.
Then neither side scored in the second half, and then played overtime, then Terry slipped, and then Manchester United won the Champions League trophy.
The next story is like this!
Memories from 2018 are entangled with thoughts from 2008. Gao Bo looked at the TV screen, his fingers turning white while holding the wine glass.
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