My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 133 Facing My Vulnerability
September [-]th, the weather was gloomy.

Kearney.

Under the leaden sky, Arsenal players completed the last training session before the fourth round of the Premier League.

The lights were not turned on on the training ground, and the figures of every player looked gloomy.

They didn't make a lot of noise, except for each other's calls and the coach's shouts, just the sound of sneakers hitting the ball.

Lillo blew a sharp whistle, "Today's training is over, lads."

He waved at the players, "Tomorrow, show me the performance on the training ground."

Hearing Lillo's whistle, the players slowly gathered around without leaving in all directions.

Chen Yao raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The players looked at each other and finally turned their attention to captain Arteta.

"Coach." Arteta took a step up, "We...we want to tell you that we will fight for you."

Chen Yao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lillo and Bergkamp, ​​"Which one of you is talking too much?"

Lillo looked at the sky, and Bergkamp shrugged.

"It seems that no one is willing to admit it." Chen Yao turned his head helplessly, "Mikel, thank you, and thank you everyone."

"We are not fools, coach." Rosicky shrugged. "Although we have not changed our head coach in the past 16 years, even Mr. Wenger will be painful and vulnerable when we are at a low point."

"And we will fight for him," said Bakary Sagna, a senior player on the team.

"He chose you, and we will fight for you." Walcott pointed to his chest, "And for this team."

"I've said it many times, you brought us here from Italy and changed our destiny." Jorginho put his shoulders on Verratti, "We will also stand by your side."

"I came from Spain just to watch the football you mentioned." Cazorla laughed, "You can't give up halfway, coach."

"Don't worry, everything will be resolved." Jirou showed a charming smile.

"If it's a live game, it's easy to win." Griezmann curled his lips.

The players talked in one go, and gradually, their eyes focused on Chen Yao without wavering.

"Coach, we know your pressure. I can't promise that we will win every game, but we will stand with you," concluded Arteta.

Chen Yao squinted his eyes, the sky was getting darker, he could hardly see the expressions of the players clearly.

The next moment, the lights of the stadium were turned on, illuminating the determined faces.

"But I think we're just going to win every game."

……

Josh Kroenke leaned back in his swivel chair and stroked his bearded chin.

He turned his chair around and said, "Tim, are you really okay with putting so much pressure on our young coach?"

Tim Lewis sighed helplessly, "Mr. Kroenke, I don't think this is too much pressure... Every Premier League coach should be prepared to face this kind of pressure."

"So, you mean if he doesn't win next month... how many points?"

"very."

"Well, three points for winning a football game?"

“Three points for a win and one point for a tie.”

"Then he needs at least three wins and one tie." Josh Kroenke calculated briefly, "If he loses one game, we'll fire him?"

"In principle." "That's harsh, Tim."

Tim Lewis bent slightly, "Mr. Kroenke, do you want to give Coach Chen Yao more opportunities?"

"Me? Actually, I don't really care about this." Josh raised his eyelids, "I don't like football, you know, I'm just here to sit on behalf of my father. I don't care if this team loses a few more games .”

Seeing that Tim Lewis was about to open his mouth to speak, he quickly added: "But Tim, don't worry, I won't let it go, I understand what role I should play."

"It's just that winning or losing here doesn't affect my emotions." Josh Kroenke said.

Tim Lewis nodded, "Do you have any plans to further participate in team management?"

"I want to watch the next game at home." Josh Kroenke slapped his hands. "I suddenly want to admire their performance under heavy pressure."

……

Chen Yao pushed open the door of the locker room. The staff at the Kearney base had almost left. There was a game tomorrow, and most of them got off work early.

The door of the locker room was ajar. He turned his head and closed the door gently without turning on the light. He walked to the tactical whiteboard and stood quietly.

There was only the ticking of the second hand in the air, as well as the aroma of grass, soil and detergent. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

He had only been sitting here for less than three months and he didn't want to leave.

He will stay here for a long, long time and build his own "invincible army" here.

Everything has not started yet, how can it end.

"boom"

There was a sudden light sound in the room, as if someone had hit something.

Chen Yao frowned, raised his hand to turn on the light, and found that there was another person in the room.

A touch of gold slowly appeared from the corner, and Charlotte rubbed her head with a grin, and walked towards the door in fear.

"I saw you, Ms. Blunt." Chen Yao reminded.

Charlotte's footsteps froze, and she turned her head embarrassedly, "Mr. Coach, I'm sorry, I thought you had already left, so I wanted to see where a camera is suitable... But don't worry, I will definitely keep it confidential Agreement."

"It's okay." Chen Yao waved his hand, "If you want to leave, you can move freely now."

Charlotte bit her lip, walked to Chen Yao's side, raised her head and asked, "Mr. Coach, are you not worried about tomorrow at all?"

She had heard a lot of rumors about Arsenal's coaching change, and social media was full of calls for Chen Yao to be fired.

Charlotte was a little curious about how Chen Yao would react in the face of such great pressure and overwhelming doubts.

If you can use a camera to record a person's most vulnerable moments, it would be extremely cruel, but also extremely beautiful.

"Are you worried?" Chen Yao lowered his head and thought for a while, "Maybe a little."

"You don't know what the result of tomorrow's game is, and you don't know what you're going to face after the game."

"I have a place I want to reach, we still have a long way to go. It's not just me." Chen Yao smiled, "The coaches, players here, this club, our life is to move forward on this road , Tomorrow is unknown, the future is unknown, does it matter?"

"We have to move forward," he said. "That's always the case."

Charlotte blinked, "Don't you feel powerless? I have seen travelers in North America who have passed through the entire country and would squat down and cry on the side of the road."

"I also want to squat on the side of the road and cry bitterly. I will also lose my soul when I experience failure. I understand that I am not the protagonist of a fairy tale. I will not feel guilty for my fragility." Chen Yao smiled faintly at her, "The important thing Not pretending it doesn't exist...but confronting my vulnerability."

As the clock ticked, Charlotte brushed her hair and bowed: "Come on, Mr. Coach. I hope you will be the protagonist of this film."

(End of this chapter)