My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 66 When I Fail ([-])
What reassured Arteta was that Chen Yao listened carefully to his words.

He still didn't speak quietly, but he listened patiently and focused.

Arteta felt that the anger that had lingered on Chen Yao in the past few weeks was dissipating.

"Although I really want to give you a punch...but coach, are you okay?" Arteta couldn't hold back but was concerned.

"Oh, oh, Mikel, go ahead, you spoke very well." Chen Yao nodded lightly, with a trace of apology in his eyes.

"Let's make a hypothesis, Coach."

Arteta then added.

"If I had a time machine, I'd see - say Jorge - become a Ballon d'Or midfielder in the future. And then he sleepwalked like he was drunk in the last game."

"At this time, do you suspect that the time machine is wrong and give up your trust in Jorge? Or do you believe that this is part of creating Jorge's future?"

"This question is like discussing philosophy." Chen Yao said, "It's like fatalism-if Jorge's destiny is to grow into a golden ball midfielder, then any attitude I have is part of his destiny."

"Yes, coach, maybe this is all God's will. But at least at this moment, you can make a choice. Since you believe this is Jorge's fate, why don't you help him and doubt him Woolen cloth?"

Arteta took out a round thing from his arms.

"This is a light bulb. I bought it from the hardware store yesterday. Coach, you see, you should be a light source to illuminate others. But you let yourself go out, so how can you realize your ideal?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm basically finished. To be honest, for the first time in so many years, I have the pleasure of educating others."

Chen Yao nodded, he looked at his fingertips silently, without saying a word.

I must be wrong.

Should have found out.

He knew that the young players he brought in would grow into great stars in another timeline.

However, he forgot one thing:
It is everything these players have experienced that has forged them into stars; it is not because they are stars that they have everything they have experienced.

It is impossible for them to grow quickly to the height they should have reached. In the process of their growth, I should take care of them patiently and rationally.

When he took his memory and believed that Jorginho and Verratti could become excellent players, they also verified this fact with their own performance.

But when their performance fluctuated, Chen Yao was shaken.

When his players didn't do what he imagined: growing up smoothly, easily defeating stronger opponents, and smoothly reaching the top of their game - he got impatient.

The continuous losing streak made him anxious, and also made him doubt whether they could become good players in this time and space.

But this is not right.

At this point, his players were no more than 20-year-olds.They haven't seen the big scene, and they haven't lived up to their potential.

It is unreasonable to criticize them with the heights they can achieve.

It is even more unreasonable to use their current performance to deny them.

His mission is not to doubt, but to believe.

"Trust me, coach."

Arteta patted Chen Yao on the shoulder, "You are part of your players' destiny, and your players are also part of your destiny—don't give up on your players."

Chen Yao suddenly remembered some words, and some fragmentary memories revived in his mind.

……

"Not every piece of jade can be turned into a good one. The world of football is a dynamic world. Your beloved player may suddenly fall because he ate a mouthful of expired chocolate sauce in the morning, or because he was seriously injured by the stadium butcher. .But, Chen, don't give up on them easily."

……

"They will be confused and sink. At this time, you need to take responsibility, guide them, and help them become the best version of themselves. Instead of treating them as consumables, once they don't meet your expectations, just throw them away. "

……

"It's your responsibility. Whether your team takes to the sky or falls into the dust, you can't give up on them."

……

Arsene Wenger's words echoed in his mind.

Responsibility, this is my responsibility.

So, are you trying to teach me this lesson?

"Thank you, Mikel."

Arteta saw the young coach turn his head, his eyes clear again, and a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"I thought, maybe now, I should go and admit my mistake to the players and tell them that I believe in them and I will never give up on my players."

Chen Yao bowed to Arteta to apologize, turned and prepared to leave, "I hope they can forgive my mistake."

Emmanuel II still quietly prancing in front of the Milan Cathedral, the Apennine Peninsula is sunny and sunny.

But he stopped.

"Wow! What a coincidence, oh my God, is this the Milan Cathedral?!"

A man wearing exaggerated sunglasses walked out of the shadows arrogantly and opened his arms.

The corner of Chen Yao's mouth twitched twice, why does this person look so familiar...

The man in sunglasses took off his glasses and said with a smile: "Congratulations, what did I see? The great God has purified people's hearts!"

"I... Actually, I'm a materialist... Forget it, it seems that materialism can't explain some things."

Chen Yao muttered a few words, and asked dumbfoundedly, "Thierry, why are you here?"

Thierry Henry put away his sunglasses and said with a smile: "Because a kid told me that his coach is a bit abnormal. So, I want to come here to fulfill the responsibility of the legendary senior."

"But it seems that someone has already done this?" Henry looked behind Arteta.

Arteta and him nodded lightly.

"So..." Chen Yao looked at Arteta dumbfounded, "Mikel, was it you who told the secret?"

Arteta turned around and began to admire the statue, "Your Majesty, your heroic posture is really amazing!"

"Coach..." Behind Henry, Aubameyang walked out, stroking his head, "I didn't complain... but I didn't expect you to be so fierce... you gave me a good scolding after the last game."

It was after the League Cup match, Chen Yao grabbed Aubameyang by the ear, cut out the highlights of his moves and forced him to watch it three times.

Chen Yao admitted that at that moment, when he found that Aubameyang was still unconvinced, he really doubted it.

I doubt Aubameyang can fulfill his potential in this timeline...

However, it’s too early to draw a conclusion so quickly, isn’t it?

"I..." Chen Yao sighed helplessly, "I made a mistake, Oba, I apologize to you."

"And what about us? Coach? You brought us from Italy to England and you didn't trust us?"

Jorginho also came out, Chen Yao suddenly felt dizzy, how many people are here?
And Verratti, Zaha, Carvajal, Gibbs...

He brought players from all over the place and he was supposed to give them patience, hope and confidence.

The little Verratti said sincerely: "Coach, we all thank you. I admit that we are a little disappointed, but we should believe in each other."

Carvajal nodded rebelliously, "Maybe you are a bit harsh, but I think there is no problem between us."

Gibbs touched his head and said timidly: "Coach, you can actually try to let me play in the midfielder again."

Zaha ran up and rubbed Gibbs, "Kieran, you kicked the devil's lower back, you have to press up and give me more help-coach, please teach him, stop keeping a straight face all day long .”

He even saw a few old faces among the young people.

For example, Thomas Rosicky still looks like a melancholy artist.

He moaned as he walked, "My old arms and legs are so sore..."

Aaron Ramsey, with a sleepy face, muttered: "Actually, I don't have any complaints, because my performance has been bad for a while, and I deserve to be scolded..."

Mertesacker crossed his arms, looked at the scene with a serious expression, and said to Koscielny beside him: "Laurent, I'm on the right team."

And Andrei Arshavin.

The sullen Russian held a collection of Pushkin's poems, full of emotion: "I miss a poem very much now."

In a farther corner, a tall, thin Frenchman stood with a grizzled, kind-faced Northern Irishman.

"Luckily, Arsene, you have a group of good people..."

……

"Thank you... I apologize to everyone and please allow me to make up for my mistakes."

Chen Yao sincerely apologized to the players in front of him.

He was filled with shame.

"I made a mistake. My performance did not deserve to be your coach. Thank you, thank you Mikel, Henry, thank you Arsene... thank you for waking me up."

He raised his head. Behind him was the majestic and solemn outer wall of the Milan Cathedral. To his side was the heroic statue of the King overlooking the earth. Above his head was the rising sun. In front of him were his players.

"Although I'm still a little angry, I'm willing to give you a chance, Coach."

Arteta walked to Chen Yao's side and held out his hand.

"Don't let the kids down anymore, they are great players."

Henry said seriously, and also stretched out his hand.

The other players also gathered around and extended their hands.

Finally, Chen Yao also put his hand on it.

"I promise you. I will help you be the best version of yourself."

Their palms were folded together, and Henry smiled and said, "Well, let's shout something—one, two, three—"

"Come On You Gunners!"

……

"Very good!" Henry smiled and put on his sunglasses, "Now, I think we have to run. It will be troublesome if we are recognized."

Other players also took out their sunglasses and put them on, or put on coats and scarves to hide themselves.

"By the way, Andre, what poem were you thinking about just now?"

Rosicky asked Arshavin as he jogged.

"Oh, I originally missed a love poem, but considering that we just lost, I think this familiar poem is suitable for now-"

Arshavin took out Pushkin's poetry collection from his arms and read it while running with everyone -

"if life has cheated you,
Don't be gloomy and don't be troubled.

Temporarily restrain yourself when things don't go your way,

Believe it, happy days will come.

Our hearts dream of the future,

Today is always sad:

Everything is temporary and fleeting,
And what is gone will eventually become lovely. 』

　Feel this paragraph. .It collapsed quite badly.

　　Should I go back ten chapters and revise it again, or should I continue writing. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)