Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 145 The Talk Went Wrong

The day after the match against Aston Villa.

Actually, the players should have been given a day off today, as Burton would be having a nearly two-week off-season.

The next match is another FA Cup game against a Championship team, so there shouldn't be much pressure.

However, in order to consolidate the team's progress, Li Yanqing postponed the players' vacation.

He's on a very good track right now, and if he could, he'd rather not have this offseason.

However, this is unrealistic, because many awards will be presented during this period, and the national team will also announce its latest roster.

On the training field, Ibrahimovic was training Li Yichuan.

"Be mindful of your position; sometimes you shouldn't be too close to the goal."

"Helping teammates draw enemy fire is also an important task for a forward..."

"As for shooting, don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities. Just choose when you are confident."

The good news is that the latter's habit of focusing solely on shooting has finally been curbed under Ibrahimovic's guidance.

Of course, this is also largely due to Li Yanqing's previous prohibition on him shooting during training.

In short, his training is finally on the right track.

"Hey! Guys!"

"Morning!"

Not far away, Nasri, who had already been discharged from the hospital, returned to the club.

However, given that he was dressed casually, holding a hamburger in one hand and dragging a suitcase in the other, it was clear that he wasn't back for training.

"It's getting late, it's almost eleven o'clock!" The players who were training were a little shocked by this.

They all shot the ball at their feet towards Nasri's direction.

Eating a hamburger on the training field? Even God wouldn't dare do that.

"Eh!"

"I'm ready to retire!"

Nasri dodged the ball that was hurtling towards him while loudly explaining.

"I'm back to say goodbye to my friends! Could you let me leave with one last good impression of this place?"

"We probably won't see each other again for a very long time!"

Of the players present, only Quinn was prepared; the others all looked astonished.

"Is your body already unable to take it anymore?"

Bradford was aware of his health issues, so he was the first to approach.

“No, he’s mentally exhausted.” Li Yanqing shook his head.

The glutton is more difficult to deal with than I imagined.

If you haven't indulged before, it's fine, but once you've been affected, it takes a lot of willpower to overcome it.

Being able to persist for a year is already a remarkable achievement.

"Don't worry, you can manage even when I'm not here."

"We won the last game very well, and Quinn is fully capable of being the midfield core."

"By the way, wanna get together tonight?"

"I've booked a very large room..."

The players, naturally wanting to relax, all turned to look at Li Yanqing.

Only he has the authority to decide this matter.

“Okay, I’ll arrange a farewell party for you tomorrow.”

"Just don't run away without a word like Jamie did..."

Li Yanqing certainly wouldn't object, after all, this was the players' final farewell to Nasri, and there was plenty of time in the near future.

"Let's wait until today's training is over."

"Nasri, come to my office. We need your help with some things regarding terminating the contract with Barker..."

As a star player from a few years ago, he still has some commercial appeal, with several sponsorship contracts. It remains to be seen whether the sponsors want to transfer the contracts to other players.

However, these can all be left to Barker to handle.

He only needs to sign a few words.

......

In the evening, while the Burton team players were having a party.

Mourinho has also finished today's training.

He kept his head down the whole way, and anyone could see how gloomy his face was.

Manchester United's performance was actually alright; not great, but not bad either.

The main problem is that the management and fans have too high expectations for the club, always feeling that the current lineup should be able to easily defeat other teams.

Not only did he fail to deliver, but Sanchez, who earns a sky-high annual salary at the club, also underperformed, completely disrupting the balance in the locker room.

Everyone was losing patience.

"Ruoze, you're a little late."

In his office, Woodward was looking at the latest news, and his expression was quite strange.

Manchester United has a large fan base, as evidenced by the club's commercial revenue.

They have consistently been one of the most profitable clubs, far surpassing other Premier League teams.

Conversely, their fans are also the most difficult to deal with here.

Last season they finished second in the league, and they still received a lot of criticism.

But how to improve his grades was something that was beyond his comprehension.

In order not to affect income, they had no choice but to put all the pressure on the head coach.

"We've already spent a lot of money on you, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"Although it's a bit early to talk about results, the recent rumors are not good."

"Get the team moving, José!"

"If we don't achieve a impressive winning streak, it will be difficult to explain to the fans..."

"I've already said what I wanted to say before," Mourinho said, shrugging. He had nothing more to add.

"You even said before that you wanted to sell Pogba!"

"But now whether the team can win or not basically depends on how well he performs!"

Do you still believe you are right?

Speaking of this, Woodward slammed his hand on the table.

He was very dissatisfied with Mourinho's performance.

How talented are these players?

He actually wanted to sell the other party?

In retrospect, Woodward's judgment was far superior to that of the head coach.

"That's right, I still agree, sell him!"

"Any more disobedient players!"

Mourinho is also known for his stubbornness, and now that things have developed to this point, he is no longer willing to tolerate it.

"The biggest problem right now is not the players at all."

"But from you, the CEO, down to the players, very few people are willing to listen to the head coach."

"If things continue like this, no coach will be of any use here!"

"You don't want to do this anymore either, right?" At this point, the two sides had basically laid their cards on the table.

In fact, Woodward had long lost faith in Mourinho and wouldn't listen to anything the other man said.

It would be better to bring back a manager with Manchester United pedigree, who would be more capable of controlling the dressing room.

"The fact that I can still stay here is already a testament to my high level of professionalism."

"Zlatan and Lee are right, there should be a 'pillar of shame' at the entrance of Old Trafford!"

After saying that, Mourinho turned and left without looking back.

Woodward was simply left standing there.

The latter's face turned bright red. He couldn't understand why the head coach he had brought back would speak rudely to him.

He spent a lot of money!