Football: Starting with managing Manchester United

Grealish's idol is Paul Ince.

In his eyes, Paul Ince was a proud genius.

But in Zhang Yang's eyes...

Arrogance, temper, and domineering are the hallmarks of Paul Ince.

He actually knew it too.

You can't reason with young people.

Because they are very stubborn, they won't wake up until they experience it for themselves.

The next day, Zhang Yang looked at the Sun newspaper on his tablet. The cover showed Grealish lying on the street with several beer bottles next to him.

"Aston Villa's rising star, Jack Grealish, passed out drunk in the street! Villa, under his flamboyant management, has become a haven for alcoholics!"

The sarcastic title made Zhang Yang rub his temples hard.

"A shocking scene unfolded on the streets of Birmingham last night when Aston Villa player Jack Grealish was photographed lying drunk on the street and was eventually half-dragged and half-carried away by his friends, all of which happened right under Zhang Yang's nose."

"We've said it before, Zhang Yang simply can't manage this team. All he does is yell and shout on the training field, and he only talks about how wonderful his tactics are after the game, but he can't even do the most basic thing—"

"That means controlling your own players."

"How can a manager who can't even control where his players go at night or how much they drink establish himself in the Premier League?"

"It seems that Big Talker Zhang is all talk and no action!"

The Sun, like a shark that has caught the scent of blood, frantically tore at the flamboyant reputation.

Zhang Yang hadn't expected Grealish to go to a bar again last night.

And he's drunk to this extent.

So he picked up his tablet and walked towards the training field, his face as gloomy as a dark cloud.

"Let's pause training for a moment. I have something to announce."

Zhang Yang was too lazy to waste any more words. His leniency towards young players had its limits.

Moreover, it's aimed at young players like Kanté and Casemiro who know their limits.

"Jack, you don't need to train here tomorrow."

Zhang Yang said coldly.

"What are you saying, boss?"

Grealish's still somewhat dazed mind instantly cleared.

"I'm saying that from now on you're a member of the youth team."

Zhang Yang pointed to the other side of the base, where the youth team was located.

Grealish looked at Zhang Yang's face, desperately trying to find a hint of a joke on his face.

But to his dismay, Zhang Yang turned out to be serious.

Why...?

Grealish hadn't even finished speaking when he glanced at the tablet in Zhang Yang's hand.

He actually knew the reason himself.

"I was just drunk, they took pictures of me on purpose." Grealish's excuse sounded weak even to himself.

But he still wanted to try.

"Jack, what the hell you're up to is none of my business!"

"But you've disgraced Aston Villa; you're making a laughingstock of the club among all British football fans!"

Zhang Yang was enraged by Grealish's words, and his voice suddenly rose several octaves.

"I'm sorry, boss!"

Grealish panicked as well.

Kanté wanted to say something more to plead for Grealish.

But the next second he shrank back.

Because Zhang Yang's roar rang out again, "You're not letting me down! Look at your teammates, they trusted you, passed the ball to your feet, and you acted like a drunkard, losing possession with just a light bump from the opponent!"

"They fought tooth and nail to win back possession, and you just threw it away like that!"

"You've wronged them, not me!"

Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

Grealish looked back.

His teammates' jerseys were soaked with sweat. He saw Kanté's hesitation, Harry Maguire's disdain, and Barry's disappointment.

"Jack, I'm giving you two choices. First, pack your things and be at the youth team's training ground at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll consider letting you come back when you learn to respect your teammates."

"Secondly, turn around and leave now, submit your transfer request, and I will not stop you."

Zhang Yang handed the tablet to Chris Woods.

Chris Woods kept giving Grealish meaningful glances, signaling him to back down and spend some time with the youth team.

Because he knew that Zhang Yang was not a threat.

In Manchester United's last game last season, the players were very lethargic, and Zhang Yang asked them a question.

Therefore, he also knew what kind of players Zhang Yang disliked the most.

Disrespectful to teammates, disrespectful to the game, disrespectful to football!

If Grealish really wants to leave, Zhang Yang won't try to stop him.

Grealish's words caught in his throat.

He might not admit to other issues, such as his private life not being interfered with, or that he has the ability to end the game instead of being a hate-attracting main tank.

But he must admit that he loves Vera.

Born in Birmingham, he has been a die-hard Villa fan since childhood.

When I was young.

He was the kind of kid who would stand on the sidelines before a game, watching each player warm up and waiting for them to come out and sign autographs, and he dreamed of playing for this club.

He used to enjoy jumping into the bushes next to his house.

Because it felt like he had scored a brilliant goal in front of the Harald stands.

He scores, leaps over the obstacles on the sidelines, crashes into the crowd of fans, and celebrates with them...

He has dedicated thirteen years to this goal, from the age of six until now, and it is almost within reach.

But it turned into this terrible situation.

"Sorry, boss... and to you all too."

Grealish lowered his head.

Zhang Yang ignored him and glanced at Barry.

Barry, with a clear understanding of the situation, walked over to Grealish and whispered, "You've let the boss and us down, so you have to do something to make it up to us. And Jack, you really made a mistake. Don't squander your talent on alcohol; you'll definitely regret it later."

Grealish left the first team training ground without saying a word.

Kant was about to speak when he saw Jack's pitiful figure, but Casemiro pulled him back. "The boss is angry right now. Wait until Jack behaves himself for a few days before you plead for him."

Casemiro also disapproved of Grealish's behavior.

Everyone is working hard for victory, and you turn around and go clubbing, giving Vera such a bad reputation.

If Zhang Yang ignores this, he will definitely be very disappointed.

Kant nodded slightly and shut his mouth.

"Okay, team discipline cannot be broken, and I hope this can become a consensus."

Zhang Yang turned to look at the team members with their various expressions, "And I hope you can all respect your teammates. Nzobia, you'll be playing Jack's position later."

Nzobia nodded repeatedly.

He was initially a little resentful of being relegated to the substitute role.

But look at Zhang Yang, who ruthlessly threw Grealish, whom he had trained during the youth training period, into the youth team.

He admitted he was scared.

The world can keep turning no matter who's gone.

Villa have won two consecutive friendlies despite Grealish's absence.

This also means that Aston Villa's next match will be in the Premier League.

Before this.

The Community Shield was held at Wembley, where Arsenal defeated Manchester City 3-0 to win the title, with goals from Cazorla, Ramsey and Giroud.

From this perspective, Arsenal still looks very strong, but everyone knows one thing.

Arsenal will falter.

They're like elephants in a tree; you don't know how they got up there, but you know they're bound to fall.