The rain was still pouring outside, pouring on the hearts of everyone in the city.

Portsmouth haven't won since September, losing, losing and drawning, drawing after draw, it's like a spell on this team.

Since the resignation of former coach Steve's assistant coach, the team has not trained well for nearly two weeks.

Tom has been in the city for eight years, and he has been with the team for eight years, and he is not a young man like Richards, who has just come out of college, and he is angry, but he also sees the current situation at Portsmouth and is anxious.

On the team's dilapidated training ground, the tall Israeli centre-back Ben Haim led the way and led the team in laps in the drizzle.

On the sidelines, a man with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, wearing a black suit, trousers, and brown bow tie, looked at the watch on his wrist from time to time, and memorized the time in his heart.

Who is the man? Tom had a question.

He also had a medium suitcase with a buckle at hand, and the box was covered with fine rainwater. The logo on the front, which was supposed to be raised, was removed and replaced with a blue-and-white Portsmouth crest.

"Huh!" Tom noticed something strange, he knew everyone in the first team, who was the blonde boy who ran last?

"Margery! Run faster! ”

The sudden roar startled him.

Tom reacted, Margery? Margery of the youth team? When was the first team transferred in?

His full name is Sam Margere, who plays as a central defender in the youth team, and at the age of 16 he is already 183cm tall, but he looks a little thin and has not been taken seriously by several coaches.

The boy's hair was wet, he didn't know if it was rain or sweat, his breathing was a little heavy, and the 400-meter track was now lap 10, and Margery couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

This lap was a little behind, and I was slapped in the ass.

Every lap, the man named Hydward next to him would give him this and remind him to run faster.

Physical fitness was not his forte, but Margery heard the coach's shout, gritted his teeth and chased after him.

The team actually started training today!? The rain was raining, but Tom, who had always been calm, was a little excited.

The price of Hydward's suit doesn't look cheap, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the clothes will be scrapped if it goes on like this!

Tom himself has one that he wears on formal occasions.

He's Hydward?

Today is the day of the signing of a new coach, no wonder he is wearing a suit, but why is it on the training ground?

Tom didn't have time to think about it, how sorry it was that his suit was drenched, so he grabbed the umbrella outside the door and flipped out of the window.

Richards had just been rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, and he opened his eyes when he heard the sound of a window, and happened to see his friend's amazing move of climbing through the window.

…………

Ward felt like he was being enveloped in a shadow, and the rain in the sky was gone.

Tom smiled and said, "Sir, your suit can't stand the rain, so let's carry an umbrella, and I'll go find you a towel." ”

"No, thank you"

Ward pushed the umbrella aside and said, "My players are in the rain, I won't use an umbrella." ”

The man is young, surprisingly young, looking to be only 24 or 25, an age at which many players have not made their professional club debuts.

He behaves maturely and calmly, and is unusually focused.

"Margery, run, run, run!"

The sudden shouting startled Tom again, and Margery, who was at the back of the line, was already half a lap behind by the thirteenth lap, much to Hydward's annoyance.

His eyes were covered by strands of hair, and the rain was dripping down his hair, and his eyes were already blurry, and Margery felt that he didn't have time to wipe the beads of sweat from his eyelashes.

Oh, my God! Is this coach crazy? He thought silently.

What about the walking monkey? What about good tennis football? Say that good football is happy? Boss, your first day in office, aren't you afraid that we will rebel with such high-intensity physical training?

Isn't lap running, the last century's way of training, long overdue? Thinking so, the movement on his legs was much more honest, and Margery sped up his cadence.

"Coach Hydward?" Tom asked tentatively, even though he had confirmed it in his heart.

"Yes, I am."

The man also attached the phrase "Portsmouth's new coach." ”

If someone succeeds, someone will fail.

The decline of Pompeo's army never began this season, it began back in the Premier League era.

In '04, Chelsea ushered in the golden era of Premier League history, and Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich brandished his ruble to completely rewrite the history of football.

Russians, Americans, Middle Easterners, Saudis, piles of dollars have been poured into the Premier League, changing team after team, including the now lonely Portsmouth.

But not all teams are Chelsea and Manchester City, and not all Russians are Abu, and the survival obtained by relying on external blood transfusions can only last for a few short years, and once the bottle of nutrient called "dollar" is removed, Portsmouth is instantly shrouded in huge debts.

The Pompeo Army, who were relegated in '09, were the only team in the entire Premier League to be held in financial trust and penalised nine points, leaving the team in debt of more than £70 million. All the veteran players either had to move or left with salary compensation, and most of the money was used to pay off bank loans.

Portsmouth's new season in the Championship, with a visa waiver and loan to barely make up enough of the starting 18-man squad, is the kind of people Edward sees in front of him.

I don't know if the whole team together is worth a leg of Liverpool's leading goalscorer Fernando Torres.

In February, Chelsea made a high-profile transfer when Chelsea paid £50 million to sign Fernando Torres, and if Portsmouth had those £50 million, they wouldn't have to be so embarrassed.

Far away Chaz ran over quickly, a little overwhelmed by Hydeward in the wind and rain.

"First...... Raw"

I stutter a little when I speak.

"No,...... Coach, I was ...... Ready to pick up ...... Yours, didn't expect it...... How do you ...... How is it here...... Here it comes. ”

Richards didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden, it wasn't like this when I scolded him in my heart just now, this emotion came for no reason.

The way Margery roared, the way he looked at his watch, and the wet suit on his body all brought a little inexplicable pressure to Richards, and he now somewhat forgot the annoyance he had when he waited for someone a few hours ago.

Ward said calmly, "Mr. Secretary, is there hot water in the locker room?" ”

Richards, the secretary of owner Antonov, was familiar with the composition of the lower club personnel on the flight to Frankfurt.

Portsmouth still has a problem with unpaid staff to some extent, so their staffing is not complicated, and many people have chosen to change jobs.

Richards thought for a moment before realizing that he was talking to himself.

"Of course, 24 hours a day."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the grass was a little waterlogged, and Heidward grabbed a handful of wet hair and splashed his hands.

"Richard, please prepare towels for my players, I don't think the club even has the most basic staff." ”

Ward paused for a moment and turned his face to the other side, "Tom, please wait for me in the conference room for a while, and I think we can have a brief exchange first." ”