The San Siro stadium was packed, but at this moment there was silence.
Oliver Kahn, wearing the Bayern Munich goalkeeper jersey, stood in front of the goal. He opened his arms, slightly bent his knees, and looked sharply like a falcon at the Valencia player Zahovic who placed the football in front of him.
.
Zahovich takes a run-up and shoots!
Kahn flew up almost at the same time, pounced on the right side of his body, and then slapped the football away with both hands!
"Kahn!!" the commentator couldn't help shouting. "Kahn! Oliver Kahn!! Wonderful save, wonderful save!"
"Pellegrino, he faced Olivier Kahn... Kahn!! Bayern won! Bayern won! Bayern Munich won the European Champions Cup in the 20002001 season!!!"
The narrator's excited roar gradually faded, and the bright and vivid pictures gradually faded.
Then came the packed Camp Nou.
"This is a free kick from Barcelona. Only four minutes into the game, Barcelona won such a free kick at the edge of the penalty area. The person who took the kick was...Rivaldo. Rivaldo ran up...the ball went in!! Goooooool!
Valdo! Rivador! He opened the scoring for the team! In this crucial game to qualify for next season’s Champions League, Barcelona takes the lead!”
"Rivaldo dribbled the ball laterally... he passed someone... long shot - gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Rivaldo! Unbelievable! He scored twice and once again gave Barcelona the lead! 2:1!
Barcelona leads Valencia!"
"The game is about to enter stoppage time. The current score is 2:2. As long as this score remains until the end, Valencia will beat Barcelona and qualify for the Champions League next season... Valencia fans in the stands
They were already ready to celebrate, and some Barcelona fans who couldn't bear to see the team condescend to the UEFA Cup next season also began to leave early... Franco De Boer, a pass, Rivaldo! Stopped the ball with his chest... Oh
!Beautiful! Rivaldo -! Rivaldo! Rivaldo!!! Incredible hat trick! Wonderful upside-down golden hook outside the penalty area! Rivaldo! He did it! He single-handedly brought Barcelona into the
The Champions League next season!! This is really a crazy game!”
The commentator's crazy roar suddenly stopped and the TV screen went dark.
In this small conference room, there were several people sitting around the table. They all looked away from the TV screen.
"Hector (Hector. Cooper.hector_cupe)'s departure was decided before the end of the season. We must find a new successor for him."
The first person to speak was a slightly fat middle-aged man, Pedro Cortés Garcia, the president of the Valencia Club. His voice was hoarse. He was slightly tired, and his spirit seemed a little depressed.
"New coach, I'm afraid we don't have many choices of famous coaches who can come to Valencia now..." A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and square chin on the left said with a frown. He was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses with reflective lenses.
The lenses obscured his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking through his eyes. He is one of the shareholders of the club, Juan Bautista Soler (juan_bautista_soler).
"Why does it have to be a famous coach?" On the right hand side of club president Cortes is another middle-aged man who looks younger. He is another shareholder of the club, Jaime Orti Ruiz (jaime_orti_ruiz).
Expressed different opinions. "I think it's time to make changes. We have always pursued the policy of famous coaches, but neither Pereira, Hiddink, or Cooper have led Valencia to the next level."
What kind of glory is there that can be justified..."
"Jaime, do you call the King's Cup 'unspeakable glory'?" Soller on the left asked, staring at Oti opposite him.
"We spend tens of millions of dollars every year to buy so many stars. Is it just to win the King's Cup?" Oti asked, not to be outdone.
"Then we reach the Champions League final for the second consecutive season..."
"What was the result? We lost for two consecutive years! The season that just ended was even more unsuccessful. We were not even qualified to participate in the Champions League next season. We are the runner-up winners of two consecutive Champions Leagues. I think this is enough to explain the name.
The handsome guys failed. I think we should try to make some changes."
Soler looked at Oti's impassioned speech with cold eyes, and then smiled: "It seems that we already have a suitable candidate for Oti?"
He didn't think Oti could really come up with a candidate, so his words were obviously teasing and disgusting Oti.
But his eyes widened in the next second, and he was surprised. Because Oti was really prepared.
He took out a newspaper, put it gently on the table, and then pushed it towards Lysol.
This is a "Marca" newspaper. It has a photo of the team celebrating their victory. Next to the photo is another photo of a young man in a suit, who is cheering.
"The head coach of Getafe is Chinese, Chang. I have been observing him for half a season and I think he is a very capable coach."
He said calmly.
Soler grabbed the newspaper and browsed it quickly, and then he laughed: "Ha! A 29-year-old Chinese! Ha! A newcomer who has never had any first-team coaching experience before! Ha! We in Valencia are
A team that has reached the Champions League finals for two consecutive years! How can such a person be allowed to coach the team? In that case, Valencia will become the laughing stock of everyone!"
Oti didn't care about Soler's sarcasm, he just looked at the club's president, Cortes.
Cortez fell into deep thought in front of everyone. His fingers kept tapping the table regularly, and then he woke up from his deep thoughts and said: "Look again, look again, the season has just ended.
We still have time."
He tends to look for well-known coaches instead of meteoric coaches like Chang Sheng.
Oti wanted to say something more, but this time Soler's voice interrupted him: "Jaime. Even if the Chinese proved himself in Getafe, it doesn't mean he can coach a team like Valencia."
"Coaching a country team is completely different from coaching a wealthy team."
After saying that, he stood up and left. Around him, many club shareholders and senior management personnel also stood up and left.
Eventually Cortez also left the meeting room.
Only Oti sat alone in the conference room, with newspapers that Sorel had read on the table.
He sat in his seat, lost in thought.
※※※
Things turned around almost overnight.
Cortes suddenly fell seriously ill and was hospitalized urgently.
He then submitted his resignation.
Then the club's board of directors held another meeting, and only three days had passed since the last meeting.
Cortez resigned, Valencia Club needs a new chairman, and this time the club's board of directors is to decide on the candidate for the new chairman.
However, there is no suspense about this issue.
The person with the highest current stake in the club will automatically become the owner and president of Valencia FC.
The person with the highest shareholding now is Jaime Otti Garcia.
Soler, who he has never dealt with, is the person with the second largest share of the club.
Soler, who came to the board meeting, looked very unhappy, with a gloomy face and the look of a loser.
In fact, after learning that Cortez was hospitalized due to illness, he realized that this would be his opportunity. As long as his shareholding could surpass Oti, he could become the boss of Valencia. He
You can build this team however you want.
So he visited the well-known Roig family in Valencia and found Francisco Roig, another shareholder of the club, hoping to acquire Francisco Roig's 30,000 shares in order to
He gained an overwhelming advantage in the board of directors, surpassing Otti, whom he knew very well and disliked.
But Francis Roig rejected Soler's request.
This led to Soler selling his shares in the club to Otti.
Oti was successfully elected as the president of Valencia Club.
At the board meeting, the first instruction of the newly elected president Oti was to find a new coach for the team.
The team cannot be without a coach for a day, otherwise it will not be able to carry out normal work.
When he was just a shareholder of the club, he couldn't make a decision directly. Now that he is the chairman of the club, his decision is the club's decision, and no one can stop him. So no matter how unhappy Soler is, he can only watch.
Then Oti sent someone to contact the Chinese.
He could only curse the other party in his heart: You will regret your rash decision! Jaime Oti Garcia!
※※※
The day after Chang Sheng decided to leave Getafe, he received a call from his agent, Kate Gracie, just like someone sent him a pillow when he fell asleep.
"There are new job opportunities, Chang." Gracie said on the phone.
It's not surprising that he keeps winning. He has done so well in Getafe this season, and he will definitely be noticed by interested people. Those who need a coach will naturally come to him.
Things are different now than they were two years ago. Two years ago, he was like a headless fly, wandering around in despair, hoping to find a club that could take him in. For this reason, he went to many places in Spain.
At that time, even if he wanted a job as a youth team coach, he couldn't get it.
Now, he can sit at home and wait for his agent to call him and tell him which clubs are interested in him.
"Who?" he asked.
"Valencia."
Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment, Valencia?
He really didn't expect Valencia to come looking for him.
"You read that right, Kate? Are you sure it's not Valladolid or Villarreal?"
"I'm Spanish!" Kate Gracie protested.
"Okay...but why are they looking for me?"
"How do I know this? If you are interested, I will make an appointment with them for you to meet and chat?"
Chang Sheng hesitated for a moment and felt that this was probably not a lie, so he nodded: "Okay, go ahead and do it."
After hanging up the phone, Chang Sheng was still wondering why Valencia found him.
He really felt that based on his coaching performance in Getafe, there should be no shortage of coaching opportunities. But he really never thought about reaching the top in one fell swoop and coaching a team of Valencia's level.
The Valencia of today is not the Valencia before he crossed over.
Today's Valencia was a real strong team at the turn of the century, and its style is not bad at all.
Speaking of which, there were many La Liga teams at the turn of the century that were particularly outstanding and eye-catching.
It is completely different from the later La Liga where no one except the Spanish Super League had to play.
Today's La Liga is full of vitality.
Now this Valencia team has reached the Champions League finals for two consecutive seasons. They were able to capture the Nou Camp twice in 1998 and 1999. They also defeated Serie A champion Lazio 5:2 in the Champions League.
Such a team, with so many top players in it, is totally aiming to develop into a wealthy club.
Their teams are coached by famous coaches.
Pereira had just led the Brazilian national team to their fourth World Cup in the United States, and then came to Valencia as a World Cup-winning coach.
When Hiddink first served as head coach, he led PSV to win the Eredivisie championship. At that time, the Eredivisie league was still very valuable. Then he led the team to win the Eredivisie in the second year.
Dutch Cup and European Champions Cup, he became a world-famous coach in one fell swoop.
Cooper's qualifications are even lower, but before coming to Valencia, he took Mallorca to the European Cup Winners' Cup final and almost overturned Lazio. It can be said that he has proven himself in the European arena.
Look at what kind of coaches they are looking for, how could they be interested in them?
But the fact is that Valencia did find him.
※※※
ps, a new volume is here, a new stage, a new battle!
New targets, new companions and new enemies!
Everything is new!
Everyone, please look forward to a victorious future!
Also, please vote monthly!
..
...)
{Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our biggest motivation}
