Chapter 157: It's Unstoppable

With a ball in hand, Atletico Madrid is like having winter leftovers, and plays with passing and control with peace of mind.

Surprisingly, Getafe did not have a hint of panic, which was completely different from the previous opponents who wanted to show their panic psychology as soon as they conceded the ball.

The preparation before the game was very thorough.

Ding Yue knew that such an opponent was the most difficult.

They were ready to concede, but they still had the confidence to steal a goal at the last second and take a point contentedly. For this kind of team, the only way to break them down is to score another goal.

But Falcao seemed to have used up his luck today, and in the thirty-fourth minute, it was another half-single goal, and he shot low under the interference of the opposing defender, the power was not very strong, the angle was not very open, and he was pressed under Moya.

In the 40th minute, Turan took the ball from the left, and Falcao's header smashed on the left post!

With a score of 1-0, the Atletico Madrid players were not very comfortable when they entered the dressing room, it was like you had an appointment with a girl, K also played, and then....late at night, let's go back to the dormitory.

It's such a frustration that the expected outcome has not come, and the worst is likely to come.

……

Simeone drank two bottles of water, so he took over a pit as soon as he arrived in the dressing room.

For a coach's debut season, the audience will be tolerant of putting a box for him and letting him stand on the high ground, and when the second year comes, everyone will pull the box away, and if you don't touch the high point on your own, it's a matter of ability.

Truth be told, Simeone's current height is something that none of the other previous managers of Atletico Madrid have reached at the start of the second season.

The problem is that if people just want to be happy, they just want to be happier!

You've won the opening game ten in a row, and then you dare to draw at home to Getafe?

Just kidding, just kidding ....

But, reasonably, you can't even convince yourself!

The more he thought like this, the more it gave Simeone himself a headache. What do you have to say in the midfield, you guys played well? Except for those few attacks, the rest of it was a mess. You don't play well? I can't say it, one goal at a goal, and the other side doesn't have any decent threat shots.

It's just that everyone vaguely feels that this is not the most ideal state, that's all.

Open the door. Everyone went back to the locker room, eating bananas to replenish energy, looking for masseurs for muscle pain, and joking with big hearts.

Beneath the calm waters, Atletico Madrid's dressing room is now calm.

"How do you think you played?"

Since he couldn't make a judgment on his own, Simeone opted for the managerial privilege – I ask you.

After eating quickly, he lowered his head, and after recovering from the injury of muscle pain, he lowered his head, closed his mouth jokingly, and lowered his head.

The eerie atmosphere, no one wants to make a head bird.

Simeone sighed secretly....Sometimes the aura is too heavy on weekdays, and it is not very good, and at this time it becomes a flock of quails, and it is impossible to communicate.

He walked around the crowd.

The locker room was getting quieter.

With a frown, Simone sat down.

Now it seems that last season's results are like a director's debut, due to time and cost constraints, it is not satisfactory. And once you have the resources in hand, and at the same time usher in more constraints, and you will not be so free to play. To some extent, the second and third films are a litmus test for a new director's strength, proving that he used to rely on more than luck.

Simeone naturally felt that he was not relying on luck, but on decisiveness, perseverance, unquestionable, and indomitable!

"Turan, Pogba, you two, Koke, Emre, you guys!"

Emre has excellent foot skills, excellent ball control in the forward position, and has a certain ability to penetrate, but after Inter Milan, the old Coopa who was 442 years old coached, and Coopa, who admired the parallel 442, was destined not to choose an attacking player without interception ability in the central midfield position, and after changing to left wingback, he also lacked opportunities due to multiple injuries and lack of defense, and left Newcastle after four years.

Now that Simeone thinks of him, he naturally thinks that he has made a difference in the number ten position.

Simeone will never play by the rules, Ding Yue knows....but it seems that Pogba is still a bit of a little involved.

He looked at Ding Yue's eyes full of 'I'm playing well, why change me!'

Fifteen minutes passed, Ding Yue stood up and walked to Pogba's side, and the two made eye contact throughout this halftime. But Ding Yue still thinks it's better to enlighten this brainy boy in person.

"Consider that I was substituted every seventy-fifth minute, and you should be content. ”

Hey, it seems that the same is the case when you say that! Pogba frowned, and he was a teenager who could get his hair styled.

"Okay, it's up to you, Getafe! him!" Pogba's tone was like that of a girl who had not been weathered, childish, and arrogant.

But this is also the mentality of Atletico Madrid fans, Ding Yue knows that once the taste becomes bad, it will be difficult for you to let them taste coarse tea and light rice again, and the important thing is that they themselves cannot go back to the beginning!

Emre was trimming his socks and jersey, and he looked like he was constantly adjusting his gear, trying to hide his nervousness with all sorts of small gestures.

Turan walked over and patted him on the shoulder, a junior, but like a senior, soothing Emre's slightly beating heart.

Emre looked up, and the two Turks looked at each other and laughed.

Emre was a little excited, but not nervous. In this world, there are countless people whose personal encounters are subject to the background of the times, the time and place, the ebb and flow, and the depression. In the football circle of chasing fame and fortune, this gap seems to be even more embarrassing. Here, there are too many buried talents and unremembered people who hold up a thriving industry, and some are destined to live forever under the halo of superstars, being a screw on the production line.

Emre feels like the kind of player who was supposed to be a star but ended up being a screw.

But he can't complain, there are too many players like this.

It's just that this season at Atletico Madrid, looking at the opening ten consecutive wins, he seems to smell something that he hasn't smelled before, or rather, something that he can't remember anymore, and it resurfaces in his mind.

"So, let's go win the game!"

Emre jerked to his feet, his tone suddenly firm.

Turan seemed taken aback and nodded randomly.

The two walked out of the locker room side by side.