Chapter 230 The Victory Of The Victor (Ninety/One Hundred and Seventy-Seven) Chapter 2

Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Victory Victory

"Congratulations!!! Congrats to Luton for reaching the quarter-finals of the Europa League this season!!!"

At the boiling Worth Field, Letkinson had to hold on to the microphone and shout as hard as he could to let the audience in front of the TV hear his words.

But who else is paying attention to what Letkinson is saying at this point?

In all parts of Luton, in front of every pub, all the Luton fans were singing and dancing, they didn't care what was being said on TV.

Now for the fans, it's just a matter of celebrating!

Reach the Europa League round of 16 as a team in the third tier!

Every minute of Luton at this event! They are all creating their own history!

The Luton team are destined to leave their mark in this European club competition!

The fans celebrated in the stands, while the players revelled on the pitch.

The televised footage has always been locked to high waves.

"Gu Bogao Gao! The head coach from our China! He led his team to the Europa League round of 16! It's really amazing!!" X-Vision's commentator Liu Datou sighed.

"As an English League One team, reaching the Europa League round of 16 is almost unprecedented! Now it's up to them to draw their opponents in the round of 16. If Luton is lucky, they will You can even make it to the quarterfinals!"

The commentators were talking a lot, and the fans were not idle either.

In the online chat room, fans who are staying up late to watch the game have left messages.

"One word!! Fuck!!!!!!"

"He's so strong!! Our dormitory is going crazy!! For the first time, even the coach on the sidelines is handsome!!"

"High guidance is handsome!!"

"High guidance is a dick!!!"

"Strongly request Gao Gui to take over the national football team!!"

"Is it Gao Hongbo's guidance upstairs?"

"Don't harass the high director..."

The fans' conversation gradually unfolded, while Luton was still celebrating in the stadium.

Under the gaze of the camera, Gao Bo first shook hands with the visiting coach Martin York.

"Congratulations to your promotion." Martin York didn't seem convinced, "but I don't appreciate the way you play football!"

"This is your freedom, we just need to advance!" Gao Bo smiled. As the winner, he didn't bother to argue with Martin York.

The outcome is already clear, and it doesn't help that Martin York is now a debating guru.

Martin York snorted, then turned and walked towards the tunnel.

And Gao Bo walked into the field and celebrated the goal with his players.

"Did we really make it to the top sixteen? Boss..." Kanter grinned, looking at Gao Bo who was walking towards him and asked stupidly.

Gao Bo patted Kante's shoulder: "Remember what I told you,

Are you the best defensive midfielder? N'Golo! "

Kante nodded blankly: "I know, boss, I feel like Messi can't get past me now!"

The boy is bloated...

But Gao Bo laughed, "That's right! Messi can't get past you, N'Golo!"

"So as the world's No. 1 defensive midfielder, is there anything strange about reaching the Europa League round of 16?"

Kante was a little shy at this time, his face was black and red: "I'm still far from being number one in the world..."

"Don't pretend, kid!" Gao Bo patted Kante on the head.

The boy just grinned.

As a player who has played under him for more than a season, Kanter knows what character Gao Bo knows best.

This kid looks very simple and honest, but even playing cards is often out of the money - the simple and honest is just his cover.

Just like his performance on the court, everyone is biased by his simple and honest appearance, this kid is actually very smart.

"I still want to move on, Boss!"

"Then play hard, let's go to the final and win the Europa League." Gao Bo said.

Kante smiled, Luton won the Europa League? It may be hard for others to believe this. But Kanter believes that Gao Bo is almost omnipotent in his heart.

What Gao Bo said to be done, there is nothing that cannot be done.

Last season they said they would win the FA Cup, and not many people believed it, but what happened?

Gao Bo hugged his players one by one.

Griezmann, who was not included in the squad for this game, also got off the stand and walked into the stadium to celebrate with everyone.

The players' celebration continued into the locker room.

When Gao Bo pushed open the locker room door, the locker room turned into a party.

Gao Bo frowned.

It's just entering the top sixteen, it's a bit too much to celebrate...

Gao Bo tapped on the tactical board, signaling the players to calm down a little.

"Entering the top sixteen is worth celebrating, but... our goal is not just the top sixteen!!" Gao Bo said.

"Remember the story I told you?" Gao Bo stretched out a finger, "Now our small goal is overfulfilled, but our next goal is to enter the quarterfinals!!"

"Top Eight!!!"

The players cheered immediately, and Gao Bo watched the players with satisfaction.

Emotions need to be directed to the right place.

Afterwards, Gao Bo attended the post-match press conference.

Martin Yorke had long since left, but Martin Yorke was not polite at all in his press conference, slamming Luton's way of playing at home.

"It's hard for me to imagine this is Luton's home performance, they are so unimpressive in front of the home fans, the only thing they do the whole time is defend! They don't play football, such ugliness will destroy the game of football , this is not a football victory at all, but a utilitarian victory!!"

When Gao Bo came to the press conference, a reporter repeated Martin York's words to him.

"Did he really say that?" Gao Bo laughed when he heard these words. After winning the game, Gao Bo was in a very good mood.

"I suggest Martin York go to Worth Stadium now and ask him to ask any Luton fan at the stadium if they are happy with the team reaching the last sixteen, I think Mr Martin York You'll get a very different answer."

"Of course we have a reason to defend, why can we defend at home? Mr Martin York probably forgot the game a week ago, we won 3-1 at the Amsterdam Stadium!! That's why we defend in this game. , we have a reason to do it! Why don't we do it?"

"Defense will not destroy football. Competitive sports are all about winning and losing. Otherwise, we can just play the lottery. Why do we have to fight for 90 minutes on the field?"

"Martin York certainly has reason to be dissatisfied, because he is a loser, and losers always have all kinds of complaints. But I'm different, my team is promoted, it makes me feel good, I even plan to wait Go have a drink later." With a smile on Gao Bo's face, he glanced at the reporters around him.

Journalists are all sentient beings.

The British media naturally agreed with Gao Bo's words, while the Dutch reporters were full of disapproval.

"This is our victory, the victor's victory!"

Gao Bo stood up, then turned to leave.

Victory Victory!

This sentence echoed in the press room. ...

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