The Rise Begins with the Premier League's First Clash

Newcastle training base.

Training had not started yet today.

They would face Chelsea tomorrow, so there would not be any high-intensity training today.

"Why did you deliberately lose to Boyle?" Flick asked Lu Yang over breakfast.

Recently, Lu Yang had practically become the team's "sparring partner."

He supervised everyone's training, and his own workload was arguably the highest on the entire team.

Honestly, Flick was sometimes genuinely worried that Lu Yang would wear himself out.

After all, Lu Yang still had Sophia to look after.

Sophia had given birth just three months ago and had more or less recovered. This was exactly when she needed Lu Yang by her side.

With that thought, Flick suddenly understood.

Holy shit!

No wonder Lu was training so desperately.

Was he unable to make ends meet at home?

"I didn't go easy on him. He really is fast. I think he might even be faster than Baizami." Lu Yang wolfed down eggs. Don't ask why—he needed to replenish himself!

"Then what about Reece? His lateral movement has indeed improved, but compared to you, he's still far behind." Flick smiled.

In fact, much of the team's internal training was recorded with data.

But when Lu Yang took part in competitive drills against his teammates, his performance was clearly much worse than what the data records showed.

In other words, Lu Yang occasionally deliberately lost to his teammates.

"With the public opinion outside being so harsh right now, I'm afraid they won't be able to handle it. I have to give them some confidence at the right time," Lu Yang said honestly.

The young players on the team desperately needed thoughts like, "I'm about as good as Lu in this area," to build up their confidence.

Otherwise, they would have long since been crushed by the