My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 45 The Covenant
The weather in London was gloomy, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a dark filter.

The light in the bar was dim, and the skylight from the window came in, outlining the customers sitting on both sides of the table by the window into two black silhouettes.

After taking a big sip of beer, I felt the cool liquid slide down my throat, my chest felt cold, and my heart was beating thumpingly.

Meng Qinghe felt a little better, like a torrent of beer washing away his gloomy mood.

"Have you encountered something unpleasant?"

Chen Yao put the wine glass on the table and leaned back on the chair to make the atmosphere less serious.

"You know, it's nothing more than...conflicts in the workplace, maybe some sanctimonious leaders, mean colleagues, racially discriminatory animals...huh?"

Meng Qinghe counted each pile with his fingers.

"I understand." Chen Yao said sympathetically, "Don't talk about you, I am too. My leader even gave me half of the work, and he himself watched the show in the VIP seat."

"puff!"

Meng Qinghe couldn't help laughing, and spit out half a mouthful of craft beer.

Chen Yao wiped his face and said helplessly, "So you see, it's hard work beating the workers..."

"That's different." Meng Qinghe rolled his eyes, "I don't understand... Hey, but your command is really good, my damn old white male boss already knows you."

"My pleasure."

"Honored? But he is a Tottenham fan. I heard him scolding you secretly."

"???"

"Well... I'm not kidding."

"Okay, next time Derby help me give him a ticket, I want to watch him cry."

"Hahaha……"

Meng Qinghe felt that her gloomy mood had improved a lot. She brushed her hair, blinked her bright eyes, and asked, "Then will you give me a ticket?"

"Of course, if you want."

"Then..." Meng Qinghe's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, "We have an appointment, you want to invite me to watch a game."

Chen Yao took out his mobile phone, flipped through the schedule, and said with a smile, "It's just right, there will be a wonderful game next..."

He turned the phone screen to the opposite side, and Meng Qinghe came forward to take a look curiously.

Time: February 11

Venue: Emirates Stadium, London
Match: League Cup quarter-finals, Arsenal VS Manchester City
……

Chen Yao sat at Wenger's desk, holding an exquisite coffee cup, sipping the drink in it.

"I hope my workmanship pleases you. I always want the talented players to sit here and have a drink, but they always turn me down."

Wenger sat on his office chair with a smile, looking forward to it.

"Good job boss, the coffee industry lost you, it is their loss."

Chen Yao put the empty coffee cup back on the table with a satisfied expression.

God, he thought, I'm not a coffee drinker at all.I still prefer tea.

"Oh, by the way, do you like tea?" Wenger asked.

"Huh? Of course, I like drinking tea too much. Eh...?"

"Hahaha." Wenger laughed, "About ten years ago, when I was in Nagoya, the citizens there introduced me to the tea ceremony."

"Boss." Chen Yao took a deep breath of enjoyment and said, "I appreciate your versatility."

"Hey." Pat Rice on the side said with a wry smile, "Arsene, why haven't I had your coffee or tea?"

"Old Pa, I thought we were already familiar enough to not need such red tape."

Wenger showed a funny smile and spread his hands to express his innocence.

"Arsena..."

Pat Rice scowled and looked angry.

"Just get used to him."

"Let's put these pleasant hobbies aside for now. Now, I have to congratulate you, Chen, for doing well and becoming more and more like a mature head coach."

Wenger put away his smile, but solemnly praised.

"The performance in the Champions League group stage was very good. Even if it were me, I might not do better. You brought your young players with different characteristics and defeated Marseille and Dortmund. Now, we have a good chance to go To the knockout rounds.”

"Thank you, boss."

"If we get to the knockout rounds... I want to say, the game is still yours."

"Boss, isn't this good..."

Chen Yao frowned, it wasn't that he didn't want to have this opportunity.

All this is too dreamy, he is 26 years old this year, he was a youth team coach three months ago, and now Arsene Wenger told him that you can direct the Champions League knockout rounds.

But is it appropriate?

In the eyes of many people, Arsenal's current situation is a joke, but what Wenger means is that he intends to let this situation continue?And it is in the knockout stage of the real intercontinental competition.

Moreover, there is always a little emptiness in his heart.

"Boss, I like directing games and leading the team, that's right. I also appreciate your trust. But, this... is the Champions League knockout round."

Chen Yao said with a worried look.

"Chen, do you know what it takes to shape an ordinary coach into a real head coach?"

"Let me think about it...experience? Technology? Or something else..."

"Neither. The answer is responsibility."

Wenger looked at the young face in front of him and his tone became serious.

His deep eyes have experienced the wind and rain, but at this time there is some sadness.

"You will understand. When you understand that every decision you make is responsible for the players on the field and the audience on the sidelines, you will know that there are some responsibilities that you cannot escape."

"You can't avoid criticism forever, you can't make the right decisions forever. You're going to make mistakes, you're going to be attacked, you can't always be 'Arsene Wenger's favorite young boy' on the sidelines. And at that time, you can't find any excuse to protect yourself."

Wenger was a little lost in his words, and Chen Yao suddenly felt that Wenger was not only talking about himself, not just the role of coach, but also the players he had trained.

"Promise me, Chen." Wenger came back to his senses and said seriously, "Continue your journey. And if you encounter failure, don't give in or shed tears. Believe in yourself and believe that there will be a way ahead. "

"No coach ever wins, does he? I remember, boss."

"Very good." Wenger clapped his hands happily. "Get ready for your next match. I remember it's the League Cup? Oh my god, you've reached the quarter-finals."

"Of course, boss."

Chen Yao stood up and bowed to Wenger.

"I have a hunch that this season, we can win a championship."

"Really?" Wenger said softly, "Then you and I will get the best reward..."

(End of this chapter)