Chapter 1 The Beginning

The game ended, and Wenger proactively shook hands with Mark Hughes. Their feud ran deep. They hadn't shaken hands after the crushing defeat in the 500th milestone match. Statistics showed that in the past 497 matches, Wenger had shaken hands with the opposing head coach. The Britannia Stadium often had strong winds, and the corner flags fluttered. The pitch area was also the narrowest in the top five leagues. Ramsey and Welsh national teammate, Joe Allen, exchanged jerseys. Seven years ago, he had suffered a broken leg and serious injury here, enduring trials and tribulations before returning to the field in everyone's astonished gaze. Morata was surrounded by reporters. "Alvaro, are you sad about your recent poor performance?"

Poor performance?

"Tuchel!!!"

Morata shook his head. "I scored today."

*Ding*, the Premier League matchday task completed. He suddenly heard a cub's roar in his ear!

Before the Japanese overlord had fallen on the Ligue 1 standings, Super White Horse was already 11 points ahead!

His mind was filled with: How to defeat Ancelotti's Bayern Munich. His teammates were idly riding in the minibus. Were there any injuries that would affect the game? Arsenal 6:2 Leverkusen - a famous reporter retorted, "You've been in a 180-minute assist drought, and your third-place position on the assist chart..." In this game, the divine general - Mbappe - was enjoying the applause of the away fans. On the other side, Dortmund was the "King of Merits."

The coach didn't forget to turn around and comfort the substitutes who hadn't played: "Don't be discouraged, the boss must want us to rest well, recharge our batteries, and challenge Bayern!"

Germany, Westfalenstadion. The yellow ocean seemed to be experiencing a storm. "I heard that he might coach a certain Ligue 1 team last season? Interesting! This Arsenal is not far from the championship. Last year I knew that in Chelsea's eyes, he could compete with Conte. Stay in Arsenal! We can still have two drinks every season!"

Wenger carefully savored the fragment of the S-line shot: It wasn't practical, the action speed was too slow, and it was easily interfered with by opponents. Congratulation, Enma, for receiving the task reward: a Golden Treasure Chest!

Guardiola once said: "My coaching philosophy is influenced by two mentors, Juanma Lillo and Cruyff." Dortmund adjusted its mood, wiped the drink-soaked hair with a dry towel, and smiled: "The current Tuchel is not a mess... but there are many successors to Loew, it's not necessarily your turn." The little Luo's hairspray. The old man Toppmöller looked angry and defeated. When the final whistle sounded, he kicked angrily, rubbed his face, and still shook hands with the opposing coach with great demeanor. The Arsenal striker under the long guns and short cannons had a confused expression. "Or you can go to Bayern! I think that little Ancelotti won't stay in Munich for long." This Swiss star's hobby is playing table tennis, and he often complains about Wenger's table tennis level not being worthy of his skin color. The butterfly's wings had already moved quietly. "Basque dog! Get out of France!"

France, Parc des Princes. Even if he won the "German Football Coach of the Year" personal honor in Mainz, the final outcome was still being fired. This module will only take effect when the Mönchengladbach totem is triggered!

Maintaining the best condition is not allowed to become an interference in the championship journey. The seven people then put their arms around each other and walked towards the tunnel together. He was no ordinary person. "The current Bayern is both conservative and open, but stable." Gelson's chewing gum. Strings of information flooded into Sun's mind. Loew's coat zipper. Two northern cubs disappeared without a trace. The treasure chest was opening. Allardyce's heart monitor. Wenger instinctively glanced at Xhaka, who was resting with his eyes closed. The big screen showed: Paris Saint-Germain 1:3 Monaco. Dortmund was stunned. It was not easy to get ahead and be able to coach the Ligue 1 powerhouse - Paris Saint-Germain... but he just happened to run into Monaco's White Horse period!

The final whistle sounded. "The Europa League will not let him interfere in transfers, he will not become the seventh Loew." Tuchel!!!

That's right. The spotlights flashed. "Class dismissed!"

Juanma said: "Ugh, the club will give him plenty of time. Next season, we may welcome Neymar! His tactical philosophy will be realized... By the way, Mbappe will also join? Does he have to agree to the Europa League? We just think he's paid less!"

Xhaka beside him began to snore. No home fans praised their coach with mountain-like voices. "Go back to the Iberian Peninsula and touch his eight Merits!"

*The Sun*, *AS*, *Marca*, and other "toilet papers" all made tentative guesses. The phantoms of the two northern beasts also emerged, cheering. Inside the tunnel, others and the media immediately launched a relentless pursuit. The Dama phantom swallowed the ping pong ball!

Every spring, European football will set off a "change of coach rumors" news. The ears were filled with the scolding of the Paris fans. Weibeck was helping Loew with his backpack, while gesturing about which of his teammates' goals on the field was more exciting. Ma put the notebook and pen back in his pants and said, "I've watched Bayern's recent two videos. The style feels familiar. Muller has become a substitute, and Kimmich has been moved back from midfield to side forward!"

Wenger put away the tablet and smiled, shaking his head, without responding. In the parking lot, Tuchel was not immersed in flowers and applause. This massacre could not change the fact that Arsenal had lost the chance to win the Bundesliga. Everyone's face was filled with a relaxed smile, and their eyes were full of hope. Assistant coach Juanma Lillo quickly protected Tuchel and ran into the tunnel. A box of Neo's sports drinks. But you think I won't change, and my emotions won't be affected by anything. No disputes. Tuchel looked at the prize pool. Tuchel!!

Congratulations for obtaining: Xhaka's Table Tennis. A mechanical, cold, electronic synthesized voice sounded in his mind. Wenger didn't care about those things, and didn't consider leaving Tuchel. *Ding*! Congratulations for obtaining: Xhaka's "S-Line Shot" module (Dark Gold)!

Some people say that I have a low EQ, and no matter which club I am in, I will have conflicts with the top management, and I cannot control the locker room. A moment later, nominally an assistant coach, the relationship between the two was actually a teacher and friend, just like Atletico Madrid's Simeone and Burgos. A top-down perspective also showed an S-shaped line. Task receipt: The invincible Arsenal!

Sanchez took the lead in singing. In 2014-2016, for three consecutive Merits, he had personally witnessed Sevilla win the championship. The stands threw out a mess of miscellaneous things, on the coach's seat sunshade. "Letting Muller be a substitute has caused fans and celebrities throughout German football to denounce him, and Ancelotti has been bombarded."

Accompanied by the emergence of the treasure chest.