On June 3, 2004, this was the most lively time period for the entire European football world, because the European Cup will soon begin in Portugal, and sixteen European powerhouses will immediately present a grand football feast to the world.

The city of London seems much more dull, and the peaceful life does not seem to be disturbed by football. Only the Cobham training base near the Thames is filled with a faint football atmosphere.

The Cobham training base is affiliated to the Chelsea Club and is not publicly publicized. However, the trained here is a group of 15 or 16-year-old children, and there are not many tactical taboos. Relying on the powerful popularity of the Chelsea Club, there are crowds around here, and there are cameras to capture them from time to time.

In a remote location, there was a young man of twenty-one or two years old. He seemed to be out of place. He did not go to a crowded place there to join in the fun, but chose this most inconspicuous remote corner.

He was a yellow-skinned, angular face with a firmness and calmness that was inconsistent with his age, and he looked at the happy children playing football. He was wearing a gray shirt, hiding blue jeans, brown leather sandals, and his hands were in his pockets, looking a little lonely.

His name is Qiao Wanxian, he is a Chinese, and his profession is a football coach. To be precise, the "he" in the past was a football coach. Anyone who is familiar with him knows that in the past two months, his living habits and behavior have changed a lot, because two months ago, he was occupied by a soul from 2034.

Fortunately, the name has not changed and it is still called Qiao Wanxian.

In his previous life, he lived in China and had a very sensitive profession - a pharmacist. That's right, he is a pharmacist who modifies various stimulants!

In 2034, stimulants have been completely eliminated in the world, and any agent involved in the blood will be detected instantly. Qiao Wanxian is from a traditional Chinese medicine family. Relying on the meridian mechanism of the human body and his deep understanding of Chinese herbal medicine, he finally developed a new drug - Shengyuan No. 1! A stimulant that can increase athletes' abilities by 5 times in a short period of time by simple application! And there are no side effects!

At the 2032 Shanghai Olympics, he helped the Chinese team win an unprecedented 400 Olympic gold medal in this way, writing the Olympic myth!

However, Qiao Wanxian was very obsessed with medicines. After developing Shengyuan No. 1, he was not satisfied. He planned to develop Shengyuan No. 2, which could improve his ability by 10 times! At the critical moment of testing the medicine, the unpredictable chemical reaction caused a strong explosion...

When he woke up, he found that he had returned to 30 years ago, and was no longer the same person as himself. He became a Chinese-American British man of the same name and surname, living in London. What's even more bizarre is that this person's profession turned out to be a football coach!

The explosion in his previous life had completely lost interest in the potion and even felt disgusted. So, during this period, he had been studying some things about football, intending to inherit the original ambitions of this body. Fortunately, he inherited the English ability.

On the training ground, the children's playing styles did not have much skills and tactics to talk about, and there was still a kind of fun, but Qiao Wanxian was observing with relish and intoxicated.

Qiao Wanxian didn't know that in a more hidden position behind him, a middle-aged man wearing black sunglasses was staring at him curiously.

He found that whenever a player shot, Qiao Wanxian would clench his fists tightly. Every time he saved it successfully, his right leg would tremble involuntarily. He couldn't help but feel funny, and at the same time he also felt endless curiosity.

"I found that you were staring at the goalkeeper all the time." The middle-aged man finally couldn't resist this curiosity and came to Qiao Wanxian with a smile.

Qiao Wanxian was startled and saw a heroic middle-aged man appearing beside him. He was only 35 or 36 years old, wearing sunglasses, and seemed to be a football fan.

Qiao Wanxian nodded and said, "Well, I think Chelsea's youth team coach is really bad."

"Hmm?" A hint of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged man's face and said with a cold expression: "Little brother, you should consider your identity when you speak."

The implication is very obvious, that is, what are you, and it is also a coach who satirizes Chelsea?

Qiao Wanxian said calmly: "It is because I have considered my identity that I say that."

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man's face became colder and colder.

When Qiao Wanxian saw that he had a bad face, he laughed. It turned out that he was a Chelsea loyalty. He quickly shook his head and said, "Brother, don't get angry. Actually, I am also a football coach. I just have no chance to show my talents. It's a pity to see such a good player buried by a mediocre coach."

"Oh? Are you a coach too?" The middle-aged man was very curious.

Qiao Wanxian nodded, and sighed helplessly as the goalkeeper was penetrated by his opponent's fingers again and again.

The middle-aged man showed a sarcastic smile and shook his head and said, "Little brother, in my opinion, it's not that you don't have the opportunity to show your talent, it's because your talent is really limited!"

"What did you say?" Qiao Wanxian widened his eyes and clenched his fists.

The middle-aged man felt even more funny when he saw him angry: "Look at the goalkeeper, he scored 9 goals in such a short time. Such a player cannot be trained by the coach."

"Who said that the coach couldn't be trained?" Qiao Wanxian opened his eyes wide and said dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man patted Qiao Wanxian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be too ambitious. Such a player...even Jose Mourinho can't train him!"

Qiao Wanxian curled his lips and said, "Murinho? That arrogant guy? He can't do it, but it doesn't mean I can't do it!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I remembered that after you said that, you are a football coach..."

The middle-aged man didn't want to waste time with Qiao Wanxian here. He helped him hold his sunglasses and turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a burst of ridiculous voices coming from behind.

"I heard that Abu planned to fire Ranieri and spend a lot of money to attract Mourinho. He was so stupid! The genius coach is in London. He didn't hire him, but he hired Mourinho. He was so rich and stupid!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face turned red, his lips were trembling with anger. He turned around angrily and said angrily: "Young man, be careful when speaking, be careful that I will sue you for slander!"

Qiao Wan spread his hands out of nowhere and said with an innocent look on his face: "What slander? What I'm telling the truth! If Abu hired Mourinho instead of hiring me, it would be like water in his head, and it would be that he would be stupid if he had too much money!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that his lungs were almost blowing, his scalp felt numb, and he said in a deep voice: "Helping you? What are your qualifications!"

Qiao Wanxian said seriously: "I am just qualified. Not to mention Mourinho, I have the talent that no coach in the world does not have! I can train players to the best state!" He pointed to the miserable goalkeeper and said lightly: "For example, Chelsea's youth training coaches are all rubbish. If such a good player is used like this, the genius will be buried!"

The middle-aged man laughed out loud and nodded, "Okay, I'll give you a week to see what you can train! If you are really better than this youth training coach, I'll let... I'll ask the club's senior management to ask you to be this youth training coach!"

Qiao Wanxian glanced at the middle-aged man curiously and said strangely: "You speak effectively?"

The middle-aged man said proudly: "Just rest assured about this, I have never broken my promise in my life!"

Qiao Wanxian smiled contemptuously and said lightly: "A week is too long. Give me five minutes and I can train him to Mutu's level!"

Mutu is the striker whom Chelsea spent 15.8 million pounds last season to bring in from Parma. Now he has become Chelsea's leading striker, and his condition is even more stable than Crespo.

This is the first time that a middle-aged man has seen such an arrogant young man. People say that Mourinho is a madman, but compared with him, the difference is too big.

The middle-aged man was completely angry by Qiao Wanxian. If it weren't for the sunglasses, he could see that his eyes were red.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, clenched his fists, squinted his eyes and said fiercely: "Okay, if you can really train this goalkeeper to Mutu's level within five minutes... Forget it, let alone Mutu, even if he trains to become the best player here, I will definitely put you in the position of Chelsea's first-team head coach!"

Qiao Wanxian opened his eyes wide and said incredibly: "You...who are you?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I...I am the technical director of the club, and Abu trusts me very much. Don't worry, as long as I recommend you, you will definitely become Chelsea's head coach!"

Qiao Wanxian felt his heart beating violently and his blood was boiling. He stared at the middle-aged man for a while, and finally stomped his feet hard and said seriously: "We... are this a bet?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"What if you broke the appointment?" Qiao Wanxian still didn't believe it.

The middle-aged man said loudly: "Heaven punishes the earth!"

"Okay!" Qiao Wanxian shouted loudly, feeling full of strength on his body. Looking at the iron railing outside the training ground, he said to the middle-aged man: "Aren't you a technical director? Tell them and let me in, I... go and perform a miracle for you!"

The middle-aged man shook his head funny again. Nowadays, young people are so impetuous, it’s okay to brag. Are you really planning to train that incompetent goalkeeper?
Chapter completed!