Do whatever you want [football]

When Randall was thinking about how to buy, buy and sell at the Rigburton training base, in a private courtyard on the outskirts of Newcastle, Sir Robson with silver hair was flipping through the thick stack of newspapers , and shook the newspaper very loudly when flipping it, as if venting dissatisfaction.

His wife brought him afternoon tea and persuaded: "Okay, don't be angry anymore, I made your favorite blueberry pie."

The old man was a little dissatisfied, but he could only put down the newspaper in silence, probably because he felt particularly wronged, he still couldn't help complaining: "This kid is lying when he says he wants to invite me back to Magpie! Even Alex They all called me to ask what happened to me! What can I say, I can only say that I refused!"

"Sir Ferguson also called you?" Mrs. Elsie seemed a little surprised, and she smiled immediately: "It means that your old friend still misses you very much, isn't that good?"

Sir Bobby Robson snorted, and ignored his wife.

Of course, if there was any resemblance between him and his old friend, it was the fear of guilt...

So Mrs. Elsie didn't take his little emotions seriously, she just sat down with her wife, basking in the rare sun in this winter, picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, and followed her eyes. Just sticking to the photo that took up two-thirds of the page, she exclaimed: "He actually graduated from the director department. He should go to make movies. He looks better than Keanu Reeves."

Can this still be a good snack?

Sir Robson stared at his wife angrily, and took a big bite of the blueberry pie in his hand. After the sweet and sour taste and the taste of cheese melted in his mouth, the old man calmed down a little, still reluctant Said: "This kid is a clever ghost, and he even pulled my flag. Huh, he just called me for a while, and didn't want me to go back at all. I heard Steve said that he still wanted to clean Moore. They, of course Moore, they also want to leave."

Moore was a player introduced by the old man in the last season of the Magpies. Now that Moore is gone, he can't help but feel a little sad.

The madam ignored his little emotions, and just smiled and said, "He also bought players, and spent a lot of money. You see, they didn't say that they will be the head coach all the time, didn't they say they were agents for a while?"

Sir Robson couldn't help sighing again when he thought about how Newcastle was now the young man's "plaything" and how he had been ousted by Shepherd. His favorite blueberry pie was not so attractive anymore.

Mrs. Elsie saw that he, who was always optimistic, felt a little lonely no matter how he looked, so she patiently persuaded him: "I think he is right, the players have many injuries and are not in good condition, or they are thorns. He is so young. I can't help it, you didn't worry about those boys back then, and they still respect you, otherwise they wouldn't call you immediately after buying the club, who made you refuse at that time?"

"That's because he's not enthusiastic at all!" Sir Robson curled his lips, "I can tell that he doesn't really want to invite me. I answered a lot of calls before, and Big Sam and the others thought they were not invited. I refused!"

He has been in the football world for so many years, and he is also well-known among his peers.

Mrs. Elsie didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. She was about to leave Sir Robson to take care of the flowers and plants by herself when Sir's cell phone rang. The old man picked it up and took a look. Isn't it the Steve he just called?

Steve Clarke was Robson's assistant coach at Newcastle.

After the old coach stepped down, he, who was born in Chelsea, accepted Mourinho's invitation and went to Chelsea to become the assistant coach of the madman.

As Randall took over the Magpies, he needed to form his own coaching staff. The original director of youth training also resigned together with Souness. In order to solve his problems, Duke invited Clark back and let him share the management. The entire youth training.

"Steve?"

"It's me, Bobby." Clark said with a smile, "I want to tell you some good news."

"Good news?" The old man straightened up immediately!Looking forward to it!

Mrs. Elsie glanced at him, picked up her teacup silently, and took a sip of black tea.

"Sir, Randall said he would build a bronze statue of you outside St. James' Park to thank you for your contribution to the Magpies, and he also wanted you to return to the team-"

"Teaching?" asked Sir Robson, his eyes sparkling, and he didn't even notice his wife's disapproving look.

"Uh, didn't you reject him before? I heard from his conversation with Duke that he seemed to want you to be the team's honorary chairman and technical director." Clark vaguely felt that the call he made was not right, because Things seem to be different from what he thinks, their Jazz seems... It seems that they have no plans to leave the coaching bench!

He didn't hear a reply after he finished speaking, only heard Bobby Robson's breathing was a little heavy, which made him a little worried: "Bobby? Bobby???"

"...I'm all right, I'm fine, is there anything else, Clark." Sir Robson asked.

The meaning was already very obvious. Clark could only hang up the phone in confusion. Sir Robson's expression was extremely complicated. Similarly, his mood was also extremely subtle!

Want to ask him to go back as honorary chairman?As a technical director?Or even build a statue of him in front of St. James' Park?

Frankly, Sir Robson felt he couldn't say no!

But he is still wronged!

What is this kid thinking?Ask me to go back and be the head coach!

Or is this kid busy for the fun of coaching?It doesn't seem unreasonable, after all, he has obtained a coaching certificate in the football desert in the United States!

Mrs. Elsie listened to it, and couldn't be more satisfied with the result!

She said to her husband with a smile on her face: "Bobby, if Randall calls again this time, you can't treat him as coldly as you did last time. You love Newcastle, and he respects you, and you do too. He should be respected."

Sir Robson could only nod lazily, he was still in a complicated mood.

His wife had nothing to do with him, so she could only remind him, "Although you are leading 4:0 now, it may come back at any time, Bobby, you are an excellent head coach, and I know you love your job, but The facts now are like this, your most important job now is to continue to defeat the disease!"

Sir Robson sighed helplessly in exchange for Madam's words, "Perhaps my coaching career is finally coming to an end, but it may be something to be happy to be able to return to St. James' Park to watch football again."

On this day, Randall, Kroos, and Ozil left the Rigburton training base with the help of the old Parker and security personnel. After returning home, the refrigerator at home was full of ingredients for the system, and the entire apartment It was spotless again.

When they got home, they also met the "housekeeper" sent by the system, that is, an NPC.

This is what Randall and the system fought for!

Although the system stated that it would deduct from Randall's non-existent salary according to the market price, Randall was also not afraid of itching when there were too many lice, so he deducted it as he wanted, which was better than inviting security guards and finally betraying their privacy to the newspaper.

The mouths of these domestic workers in the UK can be opened by the media at any time. In this country, even the royal family can be monitored, and the hired servants will betray their privacy, not to mention other practitioners.

Ozil and Kroos are hardworking guys, because Ozil is a famous language expert, and Randall did not forget to teach him English when he was assigned to work. Kroos' English is not bad, But it's not particularly good, and Randall is even considering hiring him a language teacher in case he can't keep up with his studies.

This time Ozil and Kroos watched their boss prepare a big meal at close range, and the portion was super, super big.

When Duke, Shearer and other coaches arrived at Randall's house together and saw the table full of feasts, their expressions were so funny!

Seeing Shearer's surprised look, Duke felt that his surprise yesterday was nothing. Was he stunned when he didn't see Alan Shearer?

Hiller was stunned because he knew the goods!

Their chairman is indeed very rich!The cooking skills are also really amazing!

Before the big meal was finished, Shearer was already thinking about the next meal, and he winked at Randall, "Dear Randall——"

"Alan, we have something to talk about." Randall raised his hand to him, "Don't be like this, you are not as cute as Tony and Mesut at all, this trick is useless to me."

The entire coaching staff suddenly burst into laughter. The legendary shooter was not angry at all. He raised his hand and said, "I have a request! This is also the common request of our coaching staff! If you disagree, chairman, we will go on strike!"

"Please." What else could Randall do?He can only surrender.

"When we get all 3 points in the next round of the league, you can cook another big meal to celebrate!"

"That's right! That's how it should be! Consolation us!"

"Can I bring my companions to participate? I guarantee that I will only bring one wife and three children!"

Cross understood, he looked at his coaches in disbelief, hey, if he wins the game, it's not because of the boss's tactical arrangement, are we all working hard enough?

Randall is still very talkative, all 3 points?

If his coaching career begins with a victory, it is indeed worth celebrating.

"Okay, if we win the ball, I will invite not only you, but also all the players, and we will have a party!" Randall said firmly!

Kroos blinked, but Ozil pulled his sleeves and looked at him with big eyes blinking, because his eyes were too big and lethal, Kroos could only raise his hands in surrender, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?" ?”

"Boss just mentioned parties?"

"Yes! The boss said that if we win the next round, we will have a party at home and invite the whole team to join!" Cross said.

But after he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, why wasn't this "goldfish" happy at all?Something to eat, something to play, and something to win, isn't it?

Of course not!

Ozil's face tightened, the ball must be won, otherwise not only the boss will be criticized by the media, but the new players like them will also be called parallel importers!But why did he share the delicious food made by his boss with all his teammates?

What should they do if they have nothing to do!