The San Siro Stadium was packed, but the moment was silent.

Oliver wearing the Bayern Munich goalkeeper's jersey. Kahn stood in front of the goal, his arms outstretched, his knees slightly bent, and his eyes sharp like a falcon at Valencia player Zahovic who placed the football in front of him.

Zahovic runs, shoots!

Karn flew up almost at the same time, lunged to the right side of his body, and slapped the ball out with both palms!

"Karn!!" The narrator couldn't help but yell. "Karn! Oliver. Kahn!! Brilliant save, great save! ”

Carboni ...... Carboni Kahn! Incredible! A vital save! ”

"Pellegrino, he faced Oliver. 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 vivid and vivid picture gradually dimmed.

Then came the full house at Camp Nou.

'It was a free-kick for Barcelona, and just four minutes into the game, Barcelona won such a free-kick from the edge of the penalty area, and the penalty was taken by ...... Rivaldo. Rivaldo Running ...... The ball is in!! goooooool！ Rivaldo! Rivador! He opened the scoring for the team! In this crucial battle for Champions League qualification next season, Barcelona took the lead! ”

"Rivado dribbles laterally...... He's got a guy out there...... Long shot - goooo!!oo Rivaldo! Unbelievable! He scored twice and once again gave Barcelona the lead! 2：1！ Barcelona are ahead of Valencia! ”

"The game is going to stoppage time. The current score is 2-2, and as long as the score remains until the end, Valencia will beat Barcelona and qualify for next season's Champions League...... Valencia fans in the stands were ready to start celebrating, while some Barcelona fans who couldn't bear to see the team deign to the UEFA Cup next season also started to leave early...... Franco. De Boer, a pick-up pass, Rivaldo! Chest stoppage...... Oh! Pretty! Rivaldo! Rivaldo! Rivaldo !! Incredible hat-trick! Wonderful golden hook hanging upside down outside the penalty area! Rivaldo! He did it! He single-handedly brought Barcelona into next season's Champions League!! It's a crazy race! ”

The narrator's frantic roaring came to an abrupt end. The TV screen then dimmed.

In this small conference room, a few people sat around the table, all of whom looked away from the TV screen.

'Hector's departure was decided before the end of the season and we have to find a new replacement for him.

The first to speak was a slightly chubby middle-aged man, the president of the Valencia club, Pedro. Cortes. Garcia. His voice was hoarse. I was a little tired, and my spirit looked a little sluggish.

"New coach, I'm afraid there aren't many options for our famous coach in Valencia now......" said a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and square chin on the left hand side, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, the reflective lenses obscured his eyes, so that people could not know his thoughts at a glance through his eyes. He is one of the shareholders of the club, Juan. Batista. Soler.

"Why do you have to be handsome?" To the right of Cortez, the club's president, is another middle-aged man, who looks younger, and is Jaime, the club's other shareholder. Ottie. Ruiz: He expressed a different opinion. 'I think it's time to make a change, we've always had a coaching policy, but Pereira. Or Hiddink, or Cooper, neither of them brought any dejustifiable glory to Valencia......"

"Jaime, do you call the King's Cup 'unspeakable glory'?" Soler, who was on the left, asked as he stared at Otti across from him.

"We spend tens of millions of dollars a year buying so many stars. Is it just to win the Copa del Rey? Not to be outdone, Otti asked.

"So we've reached the Champions League final for the second season in a row......"

"The result? We've lost two years in a row! The season that just ended was even more unsuccessful and we didn't even qualify for next season's Champions League. We are runners-up in two Champions Cups in a row, and I think that speaks volumes about the failures of the managers. I think we should try to make a little change. ”

Soler looked at Otti's generous statement with a cold eye, and then smiled: "It seems that our Otti already has a suitable candidate?" ”

He didn't think that Otti could really come up with a candidate, so this was obviously a joke and disgusting Ottie.

But his eyes widened in the next second, surprised. Because Ottie is really prepared.

He took out a newspaper, gently placed it on the table, and then pushed it towards Lysol.

It was a Marca newspaper with a picture of the team celebrating the victory, and next to the photo there was another photo of a young man in a suit who was raising his arms and shouting.

"Getafe head coach, Chinese, often. I've watched him for half a season and I think he's a very capable manager. ”

He said in a calm tone.

Soler grabbed the newspaper and took a quick look at it, then he burst out laughing: "Hah! A twenty-nine-year-old Chinese! Ha! A newcomer who has never had any previous first-team coaching experience! Ha! Valencia is the team that has reached the Champions League final for the second year in a row! How can such a person be allowed to coach the team? In that case, Valencia will be the laughing stock of everyone! ”

Otti didn't care about Soler's sarcasm, he just looked at Cortés, the president of the club.

Cortés was in full view, lost in thought. His fingers kept tapping on the table in a regular rhythm, and then he woke up from his contemplation and said, "Look again, look again, the season has just ended, and we still have time." ”

That's why he tends to look for a well-known manager rather than a meteoric manager like Every.

Ottie wanted to say something, but this time Soler's voice interrupted him: "Jaime. Even if the Chinese proves himself in Getafe, it doesn't mean he can coach a team like Valencia. Coaching a country team is a completely different way than coaching a big club. ”

With that, he got up and left. Around him, many of the club's shareholders and senior management members also got up and left.

Eventually, Cortés left the room.

Ottie was alone in the conference room, with newspapers on the table that Soler had read.

He sat in his place. Lost in thought.

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The turning point came almost overnight.

Cortés was suddenly hit by a serious illness and was rushed to the hospital.

He then tendered his resignation.

Then the club board met again, and it was only three days since the last meeting.

Cortés resigned, Valencia needed a new president, and this time the club's board of directors decided on a new chairman.

But there is no suspense on this issue.

The person who currently holds the highest stake in the club will automatically become the owner and president of the Valencia club.

And now the person with the highest stake is Jaime. Ottie. Garcia.

Soler, who has always been at odds with him, is the second most stake in the club.

Soler, who had come to the board meeting, looked very unhappy, his face was gloomy and he had the expression of a loser.

In fact, after learning that Cortez was hospitalized due to illness, he realized that this would be his chance, as long as his stake could be overpowered by Otti, then he could become the boss of Valencia. He can build this team however he wants.

So he went to visit the Reug family, who were quite famous in Valencia, and found the club's other shareholder, Francisco Brown. Roygue, hoping to acquire Francisco. Royger's 30,000 shares in his hands were overwhelmingly superior to Ottie, whom he knew very well.

But Francex. Roig refused Soler's request.

That's it. As a result, Soler gave a stake in the club to Otti.

Otti was thus elected president of the Valencia club.

At the board meeting, the first directive of the newly elected president, Otti, was to find a new coach for the team.

The team can't go without a coach for a day, otherwise it won't be able to do its normal work.

When he was just a shareholder of the club, he couldn't make a decision directly. Now he's the president of the club, his decision is the club's decision and no one can stop him. So no matter how unhappy Soler was, he could only watch Otti send someone to contact the Chinese.

He could only curse the other in his heart: you will regret your rash decision! Jaime. Ottie. Garcia!

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The day after Chang Sheng decided to leave Getafe, it was like someone brought a pillow when he fell asleep. He received his agent, Kate. Gracie's call.

"There are new job opportunities, always." Gracie said over the phone.

It is not surprising that he has done so well at Getafe this season, and he will definitely be seen by those who want to coach, and those who need a coach will naturally come to him.

It's not the same now as it was two years ago. Two years ago he was like a headless fly, wandering around in desperation, hoping that a club would take him in, and for this 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 an 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 find himself.

"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 to meet and talk?"

Chang Sheng hesitated for a moment, thinking that this shouldn't be a deceptive thing, so he nodded: "Okay, you can do it." ”

Hanging up the phone, Chang Sheng was still wondering why Valencia would find him.

He does feel that with his coaching achievements in Getafe, there should be no shortage of coaching opportunities. But he really didn't want to take a step to the sky and go to coach a team of Valencia's level all of a sudden.

Valencia today is not the Valencia he had before.

Today's Valencia is a real powerhouse at the turn of the century, and the style of the giants is not bad at all.

Speaking of which, at the turn of the century, there are many La Liga teams that are particularly good and eye-catching.

It's completely different from the later La Liga where no one else had to play except the Western Super League.

La Liga is full of life today.

Valencia have now reached the final of the Champions League for the second season in a row, beating Camp Nou twice in 1998 and 1999 and beating Serie A champions Lazio 5-2 in the Champions League.

Such a team, with such a cloud of masters, is completely developing towards a giant.

They are coached by well-known managers.

Andreas Pereira has just led Brazil to their fourth World Cup in the United States before arriving in Valencia as the head coach of the World Cup winners.

Hiddink led PSV Eindhoven to the Eredivisie title when he was first head coach, and the Eredivisie was still very valuable at that time. He then led the team to win the Dutch league, the Dutch cup and the European Champions Cup the following year, and became a world-famous coach.

Cooper's qualifications are almost there, but before coming to Valencia, he also brought Mallorca to the final of the European Cup Winners' Cup, almost overturning Lazio. It can be said that he has proved himself in the European arena.

Looking at what kind of coach they are looking for, how can they be interested in themselves?

But the truth is that Valencia did find him on the head.

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PS, a new volume is coming, a new stage, a new battle!

New objectives, new companions and new enemies!

Everything is new!

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