Chapter 230: The Victory of the Victor

"Congratulations!! Congratulations to Luton on reaching the last 16 of this season's Europa League!! ”

At the boiling Waters Stadium, Mr. Lightkinson had to hold on to the microphone and yell as hard as he could, so that the audience in front of the television could hear him.

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

In every part of Luton, in front of every pub, all the Luton fans are singing and dancing and they don't care what is being said on TV.

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

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

Every minute of Luton Town in this competition! are creating their own history!

Luton Town are a team that is destined to make their mark in this European club competition!

Fans celebrate in the stands, while players revel on the pitch.

The footage of the TV broadcast has always been locked on the high wave.

"Gao Bo Gao Guidance! Our head coach from China! He led his team to the last 16 of the Europa League! It's amazing!! Liu Datou, the commentator of X-TV, sighed.

"Reaching the last 16 of the Europa League as an English First Division team is almost unprecedented! Now it's up to them to play against each other in the round of 16. If Luton are lucky, they could even make it to the quarter-finals! ”

The commentators were talking, and the fans weren't idle.

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

"One word!! Cock !!!!! ”

"It's so strong!! We're going crazy in our dorm!! For the first time, I found that even the coach on the sidelines is handsome!! ”

"A high guide is handsome!!"

"High guidance is a dick !!"

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

"Is it Gao Hongbo's guidance upstairs?"

"The national football team white chicken, don't harm the high guidance..."

The conversation began as the fans began to unfold while Luton Town was still celebrating in the stadium.

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

"Congratulations on making the cut." Martin York didn't seem convinced, "But I don't appreciate the way you play!" ”

"It's your freedom, we just need to advance!" Gao Bo smiled, as the victor, he didn't bother to fight Martin York.

The outcome is already clear, and even if Martin York is now a master of debate, it won't help.

Martin York snorted, then turned and walked to the players' tunnel.

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

"Did we really make it to the round of 16? Boss," Kanter asked silly, grinning as he looked at Gao Bo walking towards him.

Gao Bo patted Kante on the shoulder: "Remember when I told you that you were the best defensive midfielder?" Ngolo! ”

Kante nodded stunnedly: "I know, boss, I feel like Messi can't pass me now!" ”

The boy swelled...

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

"So as the world's number one defensive midfielder, is there anything strange about reaching the last 16 of the Europa League?"

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 to be garlic, boy!" Gao Bo patted Kante on the top of his head.

The kid grinned.

As a player who has played under him for more than a season, Kante knows what kind of character he has best.

This kid looks quite honest, but he often plays cards - honesty is just his cover color.

Just like his performance on the field, everyone was biased by his honest appearance, this kid is actually very smart.

"I want to keep going, boss!"

'Then play hard, we'll go until the final and have fun with the Europa League.' Gao Bo said.

N'Golo Kante smiled, Luton won the Europa League? It may be hard for others to believe such words. But Kante believes that Gobo is almost omnipotent in his heart.

Gao Bo said that there is nothing that cannot be done.

Last season they said they were going to win the FA Cup, and not many people believed it, but what about the result?

Gao Bo hugged his players one by one.

Antoine Griezmann, who was not in the squad for this game, also came down from the stands and walked onto the pitch to celebrate with the group.

The players' celebration continued into the dressing room.

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

Gao Bo frowned.

It's just a little too much to celebrate entering the top 16....

Gao Bo tapped on the tactics board and motioned for the players to calm down a bit.

"It's a celebration to be in the round of 16, but... Our goal is not just the top 16!! Gao Bo said.

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

"Quarterfinals !!"

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

Emotions need to be directed to the right place.

After that, Gao Bo went to the post-match press conference.

Martin York has long since left, but he was unkind at his press conference, where he lashed out at the way Luton play at home.

'It's hard for me to imagine it was Luton Town's home performance, they didn't have any aggressiveness in front of the home fans, the only thing they did the whole time was to defend! They don't play football, such ugliness will destroy football as a sport, this is not a victory for football at all, but a victory for utilitarians!! ”

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, and Gao Bo was in a very good mood after winning.

'I would suggest Martin York go to Wartsway Stadium now and ask any Luton fans at this stadium if they are happy to be in the last 16 and I think Mr Yorke would have given a very different answer.

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

"Defence doesn't destroy football, competitive sports are all about winning and losing, otherwise we just go and play the lottery, why fight on the pitch for 90 minutes?"

"Martin York certainly has reason to be upset because he's a loser and losers are always going to have all sorts of complaints. But I'm different, my team qualified, which puts me in a good mood and I'm even going to have a drink later. With a smile on his face, Gao Bo glanced at the reporters around him.

Journalists are all beings.

Naturally, the British media agreed with Gao Bo's words, while the Dutch journalists did not agree with it.

"This is our victory, the victory of the winner!"

Gao Bo stood up, then turned to leave.

Victory for the winner!

The phrase echoed in the press room.