My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 81 One day, you will leave
"Okay guys, you did very well, today's training is over!"

Chen Yao blew the whistle, walked into the field with Bora and Primorac, and high-fived the players.

Wenger looked at the scene in the venue cheerfully, feeling at ease.

Pat Rice next to him glanced at his old partner and asked, "Arsena, you are in a relaxed mood. I haven't seen you in this state for a long time."

"Pat, yes, I don't think there's much left for me to do. Don't you think so?"

"Well...Chen really put the team together well, and although he has many ingenious ideas, his football philosophy is almost in line with yours. Arsene, let me say that the current strength of this team is better than it was at the beginning of the season. , much stronger."

"Yeah, so, I think it's better to let this state continue. Maybe this is the beginning of Arsenal's restart."

"Arsena." Pat Rice suddenly turned his head and was silent for a moment, "Forget it, it's too early to say now..."

"Old man, what do you want to say?"

"I..." Les still hesitated to speak.

Wenger suppressed his smile, and the tall, thin Frenchman took his old partner's shoulders, just like Wenger did when he first came to Highbury 15 years ago.

"You can tell me all you want, Pat. You're my best partner here."

"Thank you, Arsene... I want to say that I enjoy accompanying you and accompanying the team's life, but my body can't bear it..."

Wenger didn't speak, and Rice looked down at the turf in silence.

After a while, Wenger said: "Pat, remember July?"

"you are right……"

"In my office, you handed me a pile of information and told me that we should bring in some new blood into the coaching staff."

"Yes."

"Do you remember what you said then?"

"...?"

"You said we are old."

Wenger looked at the young people on the court with emotion, and then turned his head back to Rice.

"We were born in the same year. Pat, I understand you. I feel the aging of the body more and more, and the heavy pressure tests us day after day. You understand me best... After all these years, how can I not It's struggling."

"Arsene," Pat Rice said apologetically, "I'm being selfish. I'm not in good health, and I think maybe it's time for me to leave."

"I understand, old partner."

"Actually, Arsene, even without me, you don't have to worry."

Pat Rice cast his eyes on the field, where players in different colored vests surrounded the coaching staff.

Chen Yao had an in-depth and heated conversation with them. Sometimes laughter broke out from the crowd, and sometimes there were loud arguments.

"Pat... We have worked together for 16 years, you should know what kind of person I am."

Wenger smiled wryly, "I used to pursue the essence of football, and I enjoyed its beauty. I wanted to bring the beauty of football here in a scientific way."

"We were successful and created great results. But then I realized that the football world is a vanity fair. We are destined not to be happy forever in the way of artists."

"Kearney Base, Emirates Stadium." Rice nodded.

"Yes, these two things are what I left to the club from the material level, which will allow it to continue to be brilliant, and the foundation for its rebirth when it falls. No one can take it away, nor will it Disappeared because of someone's departure."

"Then, Arsene... at what cost?"

"I think... there is no price. I will give my all to Arsenal and I am willing to do it."

Wenger's silver hair was blown a few strands in the spring breeze, and the sun was shining, shining silver.

"My feelings for Arsenal have long gone beyond ordinary love. It is a responsibility and I must do my best to help this club survive and develop. As long as I am still here for a day."

"Arsene, but one day you will go away."

"I've been waiting for that day," Wenger said. "I'm 63 too, Pat. I feel the same force of aging as you do. But I want to accomplish a few things."

"What is it?"

"The first thing is, I want to leave enough good hardware facilities for the team. It will allow them to exercise their players in the most scientific way all the time, and it will also allow them to have a stadium that is completely their own, and continuously generate profit."

"The second thing, I want to leave a young squad and a healthy financial structure for the team, whoever takes over can build on a good foundation."

"The third thing is that I hope to find someone when I am able. He understands the club's culture and has excellent tactical theory and football philosophy. Moreover, he needs to love Arsenal and also needs to have the ability to be a good player. The quality of coaching.”

"When such a person appears, I will leave him the first two things and then bless him."

Wenger laughed again, but this time, his smile was a little relaxed.

"Pat, you may think that he will succeed you... But in fact, I have higher expectations for him."

There was a flash of shock in Pat Rice's eyes, but soon, he laughed too.

"Arsena, you are still the same as you were 16 years ago. At that time, you were very fond of talented young players. Now, you have just changed your target..."

"I just said, you are such a stingy person, how can you be willing to hand over the transfer fee to Chen, so you have been waiting for him to grow up."

Pat Rice and Wenger laughed together for a while, the weather was just right, and the two old men laughed like children in the North London sun.

At this time, the players on the field finished another round of confrontation.

The sweaty players were panting and the day's training was coming to an end.

Chen Yao expressed his thanks to his partners, entered the field and chatted with the players one by one.

"Robin, your shooting skills are still as good as ever. Next, we need your best performance."

"Andre, why are you breathing so hard?"

"Aaron, you're not breathing very much."

"Hi, Pelle, it's great to see you and Laurent getting better and better together."

"..."

After high-fiving and chatting with the players one by one, Thierry Henry also smiled and waited for the praise.

"Brother." Chen Yao said sincerely, "You are in very good condition, do you still want me to praise you?"

"Hahaha..." Henry smiled heartily and pulled Aubameyang next to him. "You have to thank me. In just two months, I have trained this kid well. Remember the last time On the field? He has learned how to move unselfishly."

"I'm not a selfish person... they just don't give me a chance," Aubameyang complained.

"Okay boy." Henry hammered Aubameyang heavily, "I will end my loan in a few days and go back to the major leagues. Without me, you have to listen to the coach."

Aubameyang pouted: "I have always listened to the coach."

Immediately, he added: "But, I will miss you. Legendary brother."

At this moment, the cell phone in Chen Yao's trouser pocket rang.

He left the laughing players and walked a distance into the distance.

There was an unfamiliar caller number on the phone. He looked back and saw that he was far away from Wenger and Rice, and he was also far away from the players.

Now, he was nowhere near any of them.

After picking up the phone, Chen Yao asked tentatively: "Hello, are you..."

"Chen, I know you. I'll cut to the chase."

The person on the other end of the phone said simply, "My name is David Dane. You should know my name. I want to talk to you."

　Hold the grass, this is the first update, why is the order wrong?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)