Chapter 345: Emery and Tuchel (Daily Transition)

The match ended.

Wenger actively shook hands with Mark Hughes.

The two of them have deep grudges.

In that 500-match milestone crushing defeat, they didn't shake hands; media statistics show that in the past 497 matches, Wenger would shake hands with the opposing head coach.

The Britannia Alloy Stadium often has wind, blowing the corner flags to flutter loudly.

The pitch area is also the narrowest among the five major leagues.

Ramsey exchanged jerseys with his Welsh national teammate Joe Allen; seven years ago he once suffered a broken leg here, and after enduring hardships and emerging like a butterfly from its cocoon, he returned to the pitch amid everyone's astonished gaze.

Morata is being surrounded by a ring of reporters.

"Alvaro, do you feel sad about your recent poor performance?"

"Poor performance?"

Morata shook his head: "I scored today."

A reporter retorted: "You've fallen into a 180-minute assist drought; your third-place position on the assist list is precarious."

Immediately afterward, other media also launched a relentless pursuit...

Spotlights flashed.

Under the barrage of long and short guns, Arsenal's divine striker wore a bewildered expression.

Parking lot.

Welbeck helped Li Kang carry his backpack while gesturing about which teammate's goal on the field was more spectacular.

He didn't forget to turn and console the substitute players who didn't get to play: "Don't lose heart; the boss definitely wants us to rest well, recharge, and take on Bayern!"

Maguire stuffed the little notebook and pen back into his pocket, saying: "I've watched Bayern's recent two match recordings; their style feels especially strange, Müller has become a substitute, and Kimmich has been moved back from midfield to right-back!"

"Making Müller a substitute has caused the entire German football world's fans and legends to protest, and Ancelotti is now under fire."

"But I think he won't change, and his mood won't be affected at all."

"Bayern now is both conservative and open, yet stable..."

Teammates chatted as they boarded the bus.

Sanchez led the singing.

Everyone's face was filled with relaxed smiles, their eyes full of hope.

No injuries affecting the match.

No internal conflict.

No disputes.

Maintain the best condition; cannot become a disturbance in the championship quest.

Li Kang put away his tablet.

A mechanical, cold electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.

【Ding, Premier League match day mission completed.】

【Mission receipt: Invincible armory!】

【Congratulations on receiving the mission reward: Golden Treasure Chest!】

【Accompanied by the treasure chest appearing.】

【Bei lai yin's two phantom beasts' illusions also emerged, cheering and leaping.】

Li Kang glanced at the prize pool.

【Little Ronaldo's hair gel.】

【Allardyce's heart monitor.】

【Yin'en Marshall's dog.】

【Wenger's coat zipper.】

【Ferguson's chewing gum.】

【Mourinho's box of sports drinks.】

【...】

【Treasure chest opening.】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Xhaka's ping-pong ball.】

Li Kang instinctively glanced at the nearby Xhaka, who was resting with eyes closed...

This Swiss star's hobby is playing ping-pong, and he often criticizes Li Kang's ping-pong level as unworthy of his skin tone.

Suddenly, a young beast's hiss was heard nearby!

The phantom foal swallowed the ping-pong ball!

【Ding! Congratulations on obtaining: Xhaka's 'S Arc Shot' module (dark gold)!】

【This module only takes effect when triggering Mönchengladbach totem!】

Strings of information flooded into Li Kang's mind.

God's perspective also displayed an S-shaped arc...

A moment later.

The two Bei lai yin cubs vanished without a trace.

Xhaka beside him began to snore.

Li Kang carefully savored the S Arc Shot segment: not practical, motion speed a bit slow, easily disturbed by opponents.

France, Paris.

Prince Park Stadium.

The final whistle blew.

The big screen displayed: Paris Saint-Germain 1:3 Monaco.

The former champions are already 11 points behind the super dark horse on the Ligue 1 standings!

Emery's gaze was dazed.

His ears were filled with the curses of Paris Saint-Germain fans.

"Get out!"

"Basque dog! Get out of France!"

"Go back to the Yin Biliya peninsula and fondle your three Europa League cups!"

That's right.

Emery is the head coach of the 'King of the Europa Cup'!

From 2014 to 2016, in three consecutive Europa Cups, he led Sevilla to victory each time.

After finally making a name for himself and getting the chance to coach Ligue 1 powerhouse Paris Saint-Germain... he happened to run into Monaco's black horse period, when talent was bursting forth!

Bang bang bang!

The stands threw a mess of miscellaneous items, which hit the awning above the coaches' bench.

Assistant coach Juanma Lillo hurriedly shielded Emery and ran toward the tunnel.

He's not an ordinary person.

Guardiola once said: 'My coaching philosophy was influenced by two mentors, Juanma Lillo and Kruynov.'

On the other side.

In this match, the youngster Mbappé, who descended like a god, was enjoying the applause of the away fans.

Inside the tunnel.

Juanma said: 'Unai, the club will give you plenty of time... next season we might welcome Neymar! Your tactical ideas will be realized... right, and that kid Mbappé will also join... huh? Are you going to accept Arsenal? They just think your salary is low!'

'Arsenal won't let you interfere with transfers, you won't become a second Wenger.'

Nominally an assistant coach, their relationship is actually both teacher and friend, just like Atlético's Simeone and Burgos.

Emery composed himself, wiped his drink-soaked hair with a dry towel, and smiled: 'Arsenal nowadays is not a mess... but Wenger has many successors, I may not get the chance.'

Germany, Westfalen Stadium.

A yellow sea, as if it had gone through a storm.

Dortmund 6:2 Leverkusen!

"Tuchel!

!"

"Tuchel!

!"

"Tuchel!

!"

The home fans praised their head coach with a voice like a collapsing mountain and roaring sea.

Tuchel did not indulge in the flowers and applause; this massacre also could not change the fact that Dortmund had lost its chance to win the Bundesliga...

Tuopu Laotou, face flushed with anger, when the final whistle blew he angrily stomped his feet, rubbed his face, and still courteously shook hands with the opposing head coach.

The two then put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked together toward the tunnel.

"I heard you might be coaching a Ligue 1 team next season? Boring! Dortmund isn't far from the title; last year I knew you had Chelsea in mind, competing with Ligue and Conte—stick with Dortmund! We can still have two drinks each season!

"Otherwise go to Bayern! I think that Ancelotti kid won't last long in Munich."

Tuchel laughed and shook his head, offering no reply.

Some say he has low EQ, that he will clash with management at any club and cannot control the dressing room.

Even if Mainz won the 'Best Bundesliga Coach' personal honor, the eventual outcome was still being fired like a fish.

The butterfly's wings have already fluttered...

Every spring, European football stirs up news of 'coaching change rumors.'

The Sun, AS, Marca, and other such 'toilet paper' papers began making speculative guesses.

Li Kang didn't care about these matters, nor had he considered leaving Arsenal.

His mind was full of: how to crush Ancelotti's Bayern Munich.