My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 156 Treatment of strong team
On a warm sunny day in Kearney, the two reporters’ exclusive interview with Chen Yao ended successfully.

Both Lu Ling and Zhao Xiaoqing got the first-hand interviews they wanted.

For Lu Ling, this was a successful interview.

Having been immersed in British football for many years, she is well aware of the curiosity and preferences of readers and fans. Lu Ling is confident that her article will greatly increase the sales of the next issue of The Independent.

Although Chen Yao's own qualifications and reputation can only be considered a fledgling, becoming the head coach of a club of Arsenal's size with such a resume is a huge topic in itself.

Lu Ling felt that it was a bit of a coincidence to get the first opportunity for an exclusive interview.

If I hadn't met Chen Yao by chance, maybe this exclusive interview would have been snatched away by the ace reporters of those large media.

Of course, Chen Yao will definitely have the opportunity to receive higher-level media treatment in the future, and perhaps he will leave a unique image in the British media industry.

However, Lu Ling thought, the first interview with him was done by me.

"Hopefully you'll be a great coach."

After the interview, Lu Ling shook hands with Chen Yao and said with excitement, "Our exclusive interview will leave a mark on The Independent."

"I'll try my best. Miss Lu, I don't owe you anything now." Chen Yao said.

"Really?" Lu Ling raised his eyebrows, "If you have any more news for me, you are welcome to use it."

She smiled sweetly, "My social media followers haven't increased so quickly for a long time."

But Zhao Xiaoqing doesn't have Lu Ling's sense of gain.

Confusion was written on her face as she organized her files and tools.

Zhao Xiaoqing had to carefully consider and polish the words she recorded. She knew it would not be something that would be pleasing to the eye.

For a moment, Zhao Xiaoqing was a little envious of Lu Ling. This female reporter about her own age could skillfully write reports on British football that fans loved to read. However, because of her status, she had to ask some questions that she didn't even want to ask. Questions need to be carefully considered in every possible way.

"Miss Zhao, maybe what you get is not that exciting." Chen Yao comforted her, "I'm sorry, you are welcome to come here again if you have the opportunity."

"Mr. Coach, this is not your problem." Zhao Xiaoqing said with a wry smile, "I wish you success in your career. At least this can prove that we are not inferior to people from other countries in terms of football talent."

After the interview, Lu Ling and Zhao Xiaoqing walked side by side to the parking lot.Chen Yao waved at their backs, turned around and walked towards the training ground.

He wants to return to his own life, training, preparing, and competing day after day, and pursuing the championship that only one lucky person can win in the long journey.

In the distance, Zhao Xiaoqing silently followed Lu Ling, and suddenly said softly: "Miss Lu, actually I envy you."

"Envy me?" Lu Ling opened her mouth, "Do I have anything to envy?"

"I guess you can do what you like."

"Do I seem to like this job?" Lu Ling smiled.

"You like football, and you can put your emotions into this job." Zhao Xiaoqing shook her head, "This is a blessing."

"Are you lucky..." Lu Ling's heart ached slightly, "Ms. Zhao, you are right... I do like football. But why do you think I would like to just be a reporter?"

"Ah?" Zhao Xiaoqing was stunned.

"Let's not talk about it." Lu Ling lowered her head, "Not every smile is joy, Miss Zhao, or it may be helplessness. But I must get close to what I love, no matter whether it is what I originally wanted. "

Zhao Xiaoqing nodded silently.

So what do I like?cause?reputation?Journalistic ideal?

She was a little dazed, and above her head, the clouds of Islington passed quietly.

……

October 21, Carrow Road.

The eighth round of the Premier League.

Arsenal vs Norwich.

Sky Sports' live camera was focused on the sidelines. Chen Yao turned his head and was talking to his assistant coach.

"Look at coach Chen Yao's eyes and sideburns." The commentator joked, "A few months ago, standing next to Arsene Wenger, he was still full of youthful energy. Today's coach Chen Yao already has several He has white hair and his eyes look like that of a veteran coach who has gone through many years of experience. The pressure of a Premier League head coach’s job may be as high as any other job in the world.”

Chen Yao didn't know that the commentator was commenting on his appearance. In fact, after he got used to this continuous high-pressure life, he felt less tired.

If there is any impact, maybe his smile is much less than before.

Even though Arsenal had won the previous four rounds, when the camera swept over the sidelines, the expressions of Chen Yao, Lillo and Bergkamp were cold and severe.

Norwich is ranked No. 19, and this team accepts its status as a weak team with peace of mind.

At home at Carrow Road, Norwich coach Chris Hughton resolutely set up a steel barrel formation and did not compete with Arsenal for conversions in large spaces.

Sagna passed by Chen Yao from the sideline like a windbreaker. His progress did not encounter any obstacles. After Norwich's left winger Anthony Pilkington discovered that his team had lost the ball, he turned around and ran back. own defense zone.

Norwich surrounded the penalty area so tightly that Chen Yao waved the full-backs to press on, leaving only Koscielny and Mertesacker guarding the defense near the center circle.

He glanced at the electronic scoreboard and saw that 15 minutes had passed since the game. His plan to start the game with a rush and score an early goal failed.

Sagna advanced upfield and passed the ball along the touchline to Walcott.

The "Little Tiger" accelerated and passed Norwich's Spanish left-back Garrido, but the "Canary" formation also moved as a whole, leaving him no more passing routes.

Walcott sent a cross, which was of low quality and was headed over by center back Sebastian Basson, who had just transferred from Tottenham this summer.

"This is a microcosm of the first 15 minutes of Arsenal's game. They occupied possession of the ball, but seemed to have lost their offensive sharpness." The commentator commented.

"I have to say, congratulations to your coach." Bergkamp came up and said, "Such treatment shows that we have returned to our rightful place in the hearts of other teams. Hughton didn't even dare to let the team have More than four people were in our half.”

On the field, Arsenal's corner kick was deflected again in the chaos in the penalty area.

The ball was not far away. Jorginho grabbed the ball at the top of the arc and took a long shot, which hit a Norwich player and flew out.

Griezmann spread his hands on the left, and Jorginho ran over with a grimace and explained a few words to him.

"Okay, Jorge, you're right, it's okay to try a long shot." Griezmann nodded helplessly after listening to Jorginho's words.

He glanced at Norwich's crowded penalty area. Dribbling a lot was not his strong point, and the extremely limited space made his running and cutting less threatening than in the previous rounds.

"We have to think of a way." Griezmann muttered, and he looked at Giroud not far away. The tall French center was also surrounded by a group of muscle sticks, and he was sweating profusely and stuck in his position.

"This is only the eighth round. I still like the feeling of the previous rounds."

(End of this chapter)