Chapter 3 Coaches Signed at the Tavern

Chapter 3 Coaches Signed at the Tavern

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and with a hint of coolness, a blond man in a brown felt coat walked in.

He looked around, and his eyes lit up after seeing the empty whiskey bottles in front of Gao Bo, he walked over and sat down in front of Gao Bo.

"I love scotch..."

Gao Bo looked up at the man who was chatting with him in front of him. He had no interest in speaking. If it was a beautiful woman, maybe Gao Bo would cheer up.

"My name is Morton, David Morton!"

Morton beckoned and asked the bartender to open him a bottle of whiskey too.

"Oh...good wine..."

Morton drank a glass of whiskey, showing a look of enjoyment. After that he said again: "Don't mind if I sit across from you... It's not easy to find a bar with fewer people today..."

Gao Bo ignored the words in front of him. He just wants to drink a few glasses of wine in peace now, and then find a way to find a job tomorrow - Gao Bo just calculated his entire net worth, including a few banknotes in his wallet and two steel shovels in his trouser pocket. Now there is a total of 789 pounds left. Gao Bo has spent a lot of money in studying in England these years. Although his income as a coach at Chelsea is good, most of his money has also paid off the loan when he was studying. Get a job as soon as possible, and that money will run out quickly in England.

But what are you going to do, continue to be a football coach?

"Coach Gao Bo, how did you see that Chelsea was going to score?" Fat Kenny simply moved a stool and sat down.

"Intuition!" Gao Bo, who was not in a good mood, didn't have the heart to chat.

"Amazing!!" Kenny's eyes lit up, "I heard that the coaches who are amazing are people with very keen intuition. It is said that Mourinho has a keen intuition to predict the arrival of goals!!"

"As expected of the coach who led Chelsea U18 to the championship!!"

Kenny's belly was about to rest on the table, and the lump of meat was piling up on the armchair, causing Gao Bo to worry for a while—worrying about the poor chair.

"Are you a football coach?"

David Morton, who had just walked in, lit up.

"Of course, Gao Bo is an amazing coach. I have a hunch that he...he is the next Mourinho!!"

Kenny held up the glass, tremblingly told Gao Bo's deeds.

Morton was dubious.

"Are you the coach of Chelsea U18s?"

"Former coach!"

Speaking of this matter, Gao Bo was agitated for a while.

Seeing that Gao Bo did not intend to continue talking, David Morton was a little embarrassed, but he did not seem to give up.

After all, this is a coach who can lead Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup!

David Morton considers himself lucky....

"Mr. Gao Bo." Morton adjusted his collar, "I'm David Morton, the owner of an English Second Division team!"

Gao Bo glanced at the blond man in front of him.

A rich man who can own a second division team would drink in a place like this? Don't look at the English League Two, which is already the fourth level of the league, but the League Two is also a professional league. The average weekly salary of the main players is also around 5,000 pounds. After a League Two team is in operation, at least one season must be paid. Spend hundreds of thousands of pounds up...  

David Morton saw the doubt in Gao Bo's eyes and touched his nose.

"I'm the boss of... Luton Town!"

Oh....

Gao Bo nodded.

Luton knew that this was a team that had just been relegated from the First Division, and because of the team's financial problems, before the Second Division began, they were fined 30 points.

"That first division relegation,

And then Luton who was fined thirty points? ' Gao Bo asked.

This news is the only football news that Gao Bo has impressed with recently except for the Champions League final.

Relegated from League One to League Two, they were fined 30 points at the beginning of the season. To make matters worse, a large number of Luton's main players left the team because the team could not pay wages, and from the end of last season, Luton's main players The coaching position has always been vacant, and the team has never been able to find a head coach who is enough to lead the team to the professional league.

No coach wants to go to a team that is doomed to relegation before the season begins. …

In Luton's current state, even if they are not penalized, they are the biggest relegation favorites.

If League Two were to go down one more level, it would be the semi-professional National Parliamentary League, which would be out of the professional leagues...

What other good coaches can you find at this time?

Therefore, when Morton heard that Gao Bo has a resume of coaching Chelsea U18, he was moved.

Gao Bo pondered, he knew what Morton meant by revealing his identity.

But do you really want to go to a Serie B team that was penalized at the beginning of the season?

With his A-level coaching certificate, he should be able to find a job in a Premier League team. Of course, he can't be a head coach, but the position of an echelon coach or even an assistant coach of the Premier League first team is not a big problem— - There are not many coaches holding A-level coaching certificates in European football.

"Uh, my team debt has been paid off, the only problem at present is the deduction of 30 points..." Morton himself was also guilty.

"There is also the issue of the team lineup. I estimate that Luton can only rely on the reserve team and youth team players as a framework to play the second league."

"There are still two or three main players left..." Morton's tone weakened.

Gao Bo did not speak. For him, coaching in the Second Division is also an option, but this is related to his future, so it is understandable to be cautious.

Seeing that Gao Bo did not speak, David Morton sighed.

A good coach wouldn't take over Luton's mess, and in fact Morton wouldn't have taken over this mess if there was an option.

The original owner of Luton Town Football Club was David Morton's mother, and when his mother died, Morton's father, Morton, took over the management of the club, and the operation and capital injection in the old Morton At one point, Luton Town even had hopes of rushing into the Championship.

It was just that the old Morton died a year ago. As the youngest son, David Morton only got the inheritance rights of Luton Town Football Club. Most of the other assets were divided up by David Morton's two half-brothers.

After paying a share of inheritance tax, David Morton had no money to invest in the club, and the team that lost an external blood transfusion quickly fell apart, relegated from the English Premier League, and then penalized for financial problems. ....

For David Morton, Luton Town Football Club is undoubtedly a negative asset, but he is not willing to give up the team.

His mother, a native of Luton Township, was a natural fan of the team. For his mother, David Morton is determined to run the team.

Morton stood up and raised his glass: "I know that there are not many good coaches willing to take over the mess of Luton, Coach Gao Bo, I took the liberty."

Morton drank it, turned and walked out of the tavern.

"My weekly salary at Chelsea is £7,000!"

Gao Bo's voice sounded behind Morton.

"Eight thousand!!"

Morton turned around in surprise.

"make a deal!!"

Gao Bo raised his glass and smiled at his new boss.