Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 280 About Regret

As an "Old God," Casillas ultimately preserved his glory.

In the UEFA League Cup, his Porto team was at a disadvantage for most of the match, but they managed to secure a draw in the end.

Of course, this is related to Li Yanqing's deliberate training of troops, which was somewhat lenient.

This match was an honor for them, but nothing special for Burton.

At most, it's just getting familiar with the competition venue.

The pace of the Portuguese league is somewhat different from that of the English Premier League, so Li Yanqing didn't give any extra instructions while the players were getting used to it.

That would be counterproductive.

"We can win this game."

"The players didn't give it their all."

"I never knew you were such a soft-hearted person."

Lyman shrugged. After actually fighting their opponent, they found that the opponent's strength was not as great as they had imagined.

The forwards didn't pose much of a problem for them.

If Li Yanqing were more ruthless, he could have ended the match in a much more impactful way.

For example, Blind was taken off the field and David Lewis was brought on.

At the very least, don't bring Araujo on in the final substitutions; instead, continue to strengthen the attack.

Because their own defensive line appears to be without any problems.

"No, Jens, you're wrong again."

Why should I win the game?

Li Yanqing shook his head, then suddenly looked over and met Lyman's suspicious gaze.

"It's a dream."

"Winning the game is the way to get it done."

"But sometimes, it's right in front of you, and even if it's someone else's dream, letting go of it won't affect you."

"We already have a general idea of ​​their strength."

"This is enough."

"As for this match, just think of it as us training the young players."

"Don't forget, Quinn and Araujo have never played at this level."

"They were very nervous..."

"I didn't expect you to have a penchant for dream-fulfilling masters..." Lyman grinned, then suddenly remembered something else.

Alongside glory, regret is also an indispensable part of the main theme of the stadium.

Baggio and Di Stefano in the distance, Nasri beside them, and Lanzini, who missed the World Cup due to injury...

Stories like this are everywhere.

You can't undo all the regrets.

"Yes, so I'm happy to see things happen that can make up for past regrets, one by one, as long as the impact isn't too great..."

Li Yanqing's words changed Lyman's impression of him once again.

He no longer looks like a cold-blooded coach who doesn't care about anything in order to win.

"Alright, we should go now, Jens."

"I guess the post-match press conference will also belong to Casillas; I just need to show my face."

"Take the players onto the bus to the airport, I'll be there soon..."

In the evening, at the hotel where the team was temporarily staying.

They will stay here for the night to recover some strength before returning to the club.

Li Yanqing was in a good mood, humming a little tune. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Quinn and Murphy waiting for him in the room.

"Hey kids, why aren't you back in your rooms yet?"

"You don't feel tired?"

"I didn't even play..." Murphy said innocently. He wanted to be more tired, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance.

"Boss, it's me who came to see you."

"There are some questions I haven't figured out..."

Since Quinn rarely took the initiative to approach him, Li Yanqing naturally wouldn't refuse his questions.

"Tell me."

"It's rare that you can still have things you can't understand."

Quinn was silent for a moment, then asked.

"We've talked about the question of meaning before."

"I think helping my teammates is the meaning of my playing football."

"But Murphy doesn't agree with that."

He said he only plays football for those who are important to him.

"Neither of us can convince the other..."

These two were assigned to the same room, so it's no wonder they talked about some profound topics before going to sleep.

“That’s normal, Quinn.”

"Everyone has a different meaning when they play football."

"Some people do it because of their dreams, others because of money."

"That's fine, no problem."

"Anything that can be given meaning is worth our effort."

This problem is not difficult, at least not in Li Yanqing's opinion.

He realized this a long time ago.

After becoming a coach, I've come into contact with all sorts of players, people with all sorts of opinions.

But Quinn shook his head repeatedly, clearly not wanting to hear this.

"No, boss, I understand."

"That's not what I want to ask."

"Murphy means that I don't need to work hard for everyone."

"Because players come and go on the team, they may leave very soon."

"But I feel that if I can help them, I should."

"Everyone is the same..."

Quinn's words stunned Li Yanqing for a moment, then a word came to mind.

"Team spirit".

Actually, neither of them is wrong; the vast majority of people probably think like Murphy.

He doesn't care about other irrelevant people.

After all, as long as you play your own position well, you've done your job.

But Quinn's situation is somewhat different.

From the moment he was promoted to the first team, he has always had someone coaching him.

Williamson, Nasri, Cazorla, and now Dybala.

They all had something to teach Quinn.

Therefore, he felt it was only right for him to give back to others.

Murphy is different; his skills are basically all self-developed.

At most, add a little bit of Rhine's teachings.

Li Yanqing simply assigned him a tactical role based on his characteristics.

That's probably why he was a bit hesitant when asked to ask Dybala for advice.

"This is actually no different from the previous answer."

“They’re both right, Quinn.”

"However, different perspectives lead people down different paths."

"You'll need to figure out the specifics yourself."

"Or, you two could discuss it."

Li Yanqing smiled and pushed the two of them out together.

Quinn might not understand, but Murphy certainly does.

This kid is very clever...

Meanwhile, Murphy, who had just returned to his room, patted Quinn on the back.

Congratulations, brother.

"I guess the boss is planning to have you take over Bradford's job."

"Become Burton's captain!"

"Captain?" Quinn asked, puzzled.

He never had that thought, because neither Bradford nor vice-captain Joe Hart looked like they would retire anytime soon.

"It might take a while."

"But believe me, it won't be long..."