My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 154 What you cherish
Chen Yao did not accept interviews with two reporters in his office.

He chose a shady place on the edge of the Kearney training ground. Not far away were the players who were blowing whistles one after another, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, carrying out daily training.

Chen Yao looked at the two reporters in front of him, and the two reporters also looked at their interview subjects.

Chen Yao was already very familiar with Lu Ling.

Today's "Independent" reporter has his hair tied back, wearing a simple suit jacket, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a professional smile on his face, looking at himself.

Chen Yao wasn't quite sure when he became familiar with Lu Ling.

When he first saw this female reporter poking her head downstairs in the apartment, he was very rude to Lu Ling.

Gradually, perhaps because her father was the apartment manager, Lu Ling often came to the apartment where he lived, and the two of them became familiar with each other.

During the Xia Chuang transfer, Chen Yao used Lu Ling's reporter status to release news to the transfer market.

This was a willing use by both parties. Chen Yao hoped to have an obscure mouthpiece to create public opinion for him and assist in the transfer. Lu Ling did not reject the opportunity to become a reporter with reliable sources.

Now, her number of followers on Twitter is increasing day by day, and she is regarded as a reliable reporter with first-hand information.

The reporter sitting next to Lu Ling looked a little more reserved.

"Hello, coach Chen Yao, my name is Zhao Xiaoqing, um... I'm glad to have the opportunity to interview you."

Zhao Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel nervous. She got a job in this media after graduation.

Zhao Xiaoqing, who majored in sports journalism as an undergraduate, has been committed to becoming a professional football reporter, but in the short time she entered the workplace, she quickly felt lost.

Zhao Xiaoqing has paid attention to the news media in international football, including Sky Sports, BBC, TA, and various major newspapers and tabloids.

These media are intertwined with the business empire of the Premier League and achieve mutual success. They can interview coaches and players, dig out behind-the-scenes information about the game, and countless loyal fans follow their reports.

But in China... Zhao Xiaoqing is actually a little confused. The "football people" she can meet over and over are always the same group of people. The games they contribute sometimes seem like dramas, and many of her colleagues are not. They don't care about their duties as reporters, but completely regard themselves as clowns trying to please others, taking pleasure in stirring up public opinion.

"Hello, Reporter Zhao." Chen Yao smiled gently, "I didn't expect that the media you work for would be the first to find me."

"Oh, Coach Chen, actually a lot of media are paying attention to you, but..." Zhao Xiaoqing curled her lips, "They all think you won't be able to do it for a long time."

Zhao Xiaoqing did not tell lies. Chen Yao successfully obtained the position of Arsenal head coach, which in fact has made history.

This news has already caused quite a stir, but for domestic reporters, they still have more news at their fingertips to chase.

In 2012, the Chinese Super League entered the Jinyuan era.

This league with countless dark pasts carries the expectations of a generation of Chinese people. Under the almost crazy Jinyuan offensive, it has begun the most brilliant and exaggerated period in its history.

It was an illusory feast that burned out almost all the vitality of this league.

But that year, no one cared.

Many media originally planned to interview Chen Yao, but after several rounds of dealings, it was Zhao Xiaoqing's media that successfully connected with Arsenal and got the opportunity to interview. "Anyway, this opportunity is yours." Chen Yao asked the two reporters to sit down, "Then let's get started."

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"Let me first ask you a question on behalf of the Independent." Lu Ling said with a smile, "Coach Chen Yao, sitting here, as the head coach of Arsenal, taking over the mantle of Arsene Wenger, this pair of What was the experience like for you?"

"I'm honored, and I also feel the responsibility. Mr. Wenger is a coach I respect very much. I think his football philosophy is unparalleled..." Chen Yao pointed to the team emblem on his chest, "This is a famous company. The 120-year-old club has accompanied several generations through their lives. I am just an insignificant part of the history of this great team, but I will try my best to make it unforgettable for our generation. team."

Lu Ling smiled approvingly, "But the job of the head coach is not always smooth. This summer, you lost the main players of the team again, and you also experienced a low point after the start of the game."

"Yes, this is a very difficult day..." Chen Yao waved his hand, "Football is a very professional sport, and every player has his own advantages and characteristics. When you lose your best shooter, you still have to Let the remaining new players and the old players form a tacit understanding under the same framework, which cannot be completed in a few days."

"Arsenal has won the last four league rounds. Does this mean that you have molded them into shape?"

"I think so, my players have been able to cooperate tacitly on a certain basis. But this is not enough. They still need a long time to become familiar with each other's habits and characteristics, and to polish their cooperation in every detail. Our opponents will also study us, and we need to continue to adjust against us, and this is a new process..."

"Sounds boring."

"Yes, it's so boring." Chen Yao nodded, "Miss reporter, what do you think of football? It's goals, trophies, passion and madness, but here, all I have to do is train day after day. , watch videos, formulate tactics, and then spend nine or ten tense minutes one after another, and then continue the cycle. This is the life of a head coach, and the same is the life of the players. Those dazzling moments are the accumulation of countless days and nights behind them. And when the light fades, we have to go back to ordinary days like this."

The conversation between the two parties paused for a moment, and the silence between them was broken by shouts from the stadium not far away, as if to prove Chen Yao's words.

"Then what is supporting you? Coach?" Lu Ling asked softly.

"It's something I cherish... and it's also something thousands of people in North London cherish." Chen Yao pointed to the team emblem on his chest, "It's Arsenal."

He added, "I love it, I love it, as do many, many others. It's part of our lives. I think very few coaches are lucky enough to coach the team they love, and I got it. Such luck.”

"Then I look forward to more victories from you." Lu Ling smiled, "There are still some trophies that are vacant in Arsenal's history. I hope that the merit book can be filled."

"This is my job, Miss Reporter."

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The Q&A between the two sides lasted for a long time. Lu Ling asked about his relationship with Wenger and his relationship with the players in the team, such as Robin van Persie ("I wish him all the best. But believe me, Miss Reporter, Robin may regret it one day"). "" Chen Yao said half-jokingly.), and also asked about his long-term plan for Arsenal's future.

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Lu Ling closed the cap of her pen and looked at Zhao Xiaoqing with a smile.

"Oh? Me?" Zhao Xiaoqing smiled apologetically, "Hello, coach Chen Yao, let me ask some questions that domestic fans are concerned about. For example..."

She paused and said, "As the No. 1 head coach in the five major leagues in history, would you consider returning to China to coach?"

　Let me explain to you why it broke again. I was sick. I had a fever in my throat and a splitting headache. My whole face was red. It felt like there was an electric drill in my head. My muscles ached as if I had been beaten violently.I struggled to get up and do some work today.Recently, I feel like there is some kind of flu epidemic in the capital city, or I am just not used to it. . .

　　
　
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