My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 47 Ambition is growing
When Chen Yao noticed that he had quietly touched two people next to his table, he was so frightened that his hands shook, and the cup in his hand shook, causing water to splash.

Jorginho has quick eyes and quick hands, and pulls Verratti in front of him, and half a glass of liquid is poured on Verratti's face.

"Jorge, you..." Verratti opened his wet eyelids with difficulty and wanted to jump up and hit Jorginho again.

"Which game are you playing?"

Chen Yao saw clearly who was in front of him and reluctantly put the water glass back on the table.

"Mr. Coach, I remember you told us not to drink?"

Jorginho said with a smirk, his eyes wandered to the opposite of Chen Yao.

"Wow, I'm innocent. What I drank was water." Meng Qinghe raised his hands in surrender, "Hi, Ruoge."

"Hi, uh...you are..."

"This is Mariana, my friend."

Chen Yao threw a few tissues over to wipe the water off Verratti's face, and said, "I didn't drink, Ruorie, I just came to give Mariana a ticket."

Meng Qinghe waved the League Cup ticket in his hand with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Mariana."

Jorginho said hello to the coach's friend politely.

"Then I won't bother you." Meng Qinghe got up and put on his windbreaker, tilted his head, "See you at the Emirates Stadium."

"See you at the Emirates Stadium."

Watching Meng Qinghe leave, Chen Yao withdrew his gaze and looked playfully at the two boys in front of him.

Jorginho sat by the window, and Verratti sat next to him, muttering cursingly.

"As you can see, I just came to meet a friend, and I didn't drink."

Chen Yao shrugged and took a sip of water.

"And I don't know why I'm explaining this to you. I guess it's because I have to maintain my image as a coach. Then again, have they never bumped into Arsène on the side of the road?"

"What happened to meeting Mr. Wenger?"

"Well, leading a girl to drink or something."

"???"

"Let's get down to business." Chen Yao waved his hand to end the topic, "Ruoge, Marco, how is life in England?"

"Excellent, sir." Verratti wiped the water stains from his face, "You changed my life."

Jorginho also nodded: "Me too, sir. Marco and I both came from Italy. Without you, we would still be wasting time in the small club."

"And you put us in the game," Verratti said. "I never thought I could beat the Bundesliga champions."

Chen Yao smiled.He was genuinely happy for the two players in front of him.

In fact, even without him, Jorginho and Verratti would have been chosen by wealthy clubs and become Europe's top professional players.

But he is still happy that they can put on the red and white uniforms and start their careers in England.

"Since training with you, I feel that I have made rapid progress." Jorginho looked revered, "Every day I find that I am stronger than the day before."

"Me too." Verratti nodded.

That's not true, Chen Yao thought, I'm the one with the badge.

Although the existence of the system has become somewhat thinner in his life, he believes that the abilities it bestows on him are no joke.

It doesn't take a long time to train Xiao Yao, who is less than 20 years old, to be able to play back and forth with the German champion team in the intercontinental arena. This is not something everyone can do.

Although he must admit that Klopp's side have reservations at the Emirates Stadium.

Both Jorginho and Verratti are talented players, they will become the hottest midfielders in Europe in the next decade, and Chen Yao, he can accelerate the growth of young people.

He has the ability to build a real youth guard.

After listening to the praise, Chen Yao asked: "As our midfielder combination, Marco and Jorge, can you tell me about your feelings in the last game?"

"Sir, although we defeated Dortmund, they... I don't think they gave their best."

Jorginho pondered for a moment, and said slowly.

"There was a moment during the game when they suddenly increased the intensity of their pressing - at that moment, I felt like all their players were suddenly in my field of vision, and I couldn't find where my teammates were at all."

"However, this intensity did not last long, and I felt that their reaction was slowing down. Later, when they retracted, the speed of pressing out became slower... This is why you arranged for me to plug in first and then retreat Intent, we seized the time difference and shot through them."

Chen Yao nodded.

As a coach, the perception of the situation on the court is from an off-court perspective, and only the players on the court will have the deepest experience.

Moreover, Jorginho and Verratti have excellent football intelligence, and they may be able to bring something they have not seen.

"So, Jorge, Marco, tell me, if you are asked to keep Dortmund at the highest pressing intensity, how long can you keep it going?"

"Sir, it's... difficult for me to answer this question." Verratti said with a wry smile, "their running is very methodical and consumes a lot of energy. If I didn't try it myself, I never thought I could do that .”

"And they didn't stick to the whole court. If they can maintain this kind of pressure for a long time and high intensity, they will be terrible." Jorginho said.

"Klopp held back. He failed to defeat us early, so he chose to retain his strength." Chen Yao smiled, "But you still performed well. However, I want to tell you..."

"what?"

"Imagine that in a certain game, you will face 90 minutes of high-intensity high-pressing. What I expect from you is that you can handle this pressure."

"Not only that, in a game like this, I also ask you to press and respond to the opponent with high intensity for 90 minutes."

"You have to reach such heights that it will make you the best midfielder in Europe. Can you do it?"

After Chen Yao finished speaking, he got up and winked at the two young players, "You say I changed your life, I hope you can change mine too. Now, go back and have a good rest, we are about to face Manchester City."

"Yes, of course."

Looking at Chen Yaoyuan's back, Jorginho patted Verratti on the shoulder.

"Marco, of course we want to be the best midfielder in Europe. I never want to go back to the days of hanging out in Italy."

"What do you want, Jorge?"

"Me? Maybe one day I will be a top three player in the Ballon d'Or."

"Are you kidding me? That's the Golden Globes."

Verratti rolled his eyes.

"But who can say for sure?"

(End of this chapter)