"Coach, come and see. ”

Vilanova was chatting with Cruyff when he heard Cesc Fabregas calling out to him.

Vilanova turned his head to look and saw Pedro sitting on the ground, with Cesc Fabregas and Pique standing next to him.

"Anyone hurt?" Villanova was shocked.

"Let's go check it out. Cruyff patted Villanova on the shoulder.

Worried about whether his player was injured in the warm-up, Vilanova was a little anxious at his feet, and as soon as he ran into the field, he heard Pique shout, "Be careful-"

"Watch out for what?" Villanova slipped under his feet as he thought about it. Straight to the ground with a butt!

"FUCK, bastard!" Villanova, who slipped and fell, felt that he had lost face, he slapped the ground angrily, and as a result, a piece of mud was thrown up and almost flew into his mouth, Villanova subconsciously shut up, so as to avoid the bad luck of eating mud, look at the mud on his hands, the gentleman was angry, "Is this TMD a stadium or a muddy ground!"

Cruyff watched when he heard a young player shouting to be careful, and then he frowned when he saw the head coach of the under-seventeen team, Mr. Villanova, slipping in embarrassment, and almost eating mud.

Seeing the coach fall so embarrassed, the children in Barcelona wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Messi and Pique came over to help Villanova up, and the latter turned his head to see the mud on his buttocks, and his nose was about to smoke, but he didn't forget to care about his disciple first, "What's wrong with Pedro? ”

"I just fell—" Pedro said, thinking that the coach had also fallen, and the kid's voice became low, "It's okay." ”

"Coach, there's a problem with this place. Little Messi complained.

Cruyff also came over at this time, he glanced at the pitch that looked like a rotten vegetable field, the corners of his mouth raised, and patted Villanova's shoulder, "This must be deliberate by the Real Madrid team." This is a new situation and should be warned. Well, you didn't break it just now, did you?"

"It's fine. Vilanova said stupidly, he took the dry towel handed by assistant coach Alex Garcia, wiped the mud on his clothes, but the more he wiped it, the more ugly it became, the angry Vilanova threw the towel on the ground, which can make the gentleman recognized by La Masia good-natured like this, which shows that Real Madrid has gone too far today.

Leon was gathering the players for pre-match training, and the situation on Barcelona's side attracted the attention of the young players, seeing Vilanova slipping and falling to the ground in embarrassment, the children laughed heartlessly, they didn't look like Barcelona players and had to hold back their laughter. When they saw their usual training and competition venues turned into muddy ground for the first time, they were no less surprised than the Barcelona people, they also suffered a lot on this muddy ground, and slipping was commonplace.

The laughter on Real Madrid's side caused strong dissatisfaction on Barcelona's side.

"It's too much. ”

"How can a Real Madrid man do this?"

"Bastard!"

Leon coughed, "What are you laughing at! Don't laugh!"

Callejon and his boys are holding back that hard work.

Leon glanced over there again, and found that Cruyff did not take the command of the head coach in place of Vilanova, but stood aside with his chest crossed, watching the young players of the Barcelona youth team gather around to listen to Vilanova's speech, and at this time he was completely relieved that Cruyff would not interfere in the game layout today.

"I'll say it again—" Leon was interrupted.

"I'm protesting! I'm protesting on behalf of Barcelona—" Barcelona's assistant coach Alex Garcia came over to protest the terrible pitch conditions.

Leon winked at Pablo Banderas, who went straight to meet him. Assistant coach to assistant coach, this is reciprocal.

"Let's continue—" Leon motioned for the young players to circle the city closer, "I don't need to say more about what the opponent means in this game." ”

"Barcelona!" Javi Garcia shouted excitedly.

The other players also nodded vigorously. The name says it all.

"Very good! On the first day I came to Madrid, someone told me that killing Barcelona is the obsession in the bones of every Real Madrid person, and I like the word obsession very much, which shows that this is the desire to fight from the bottom of my heart, and it is the cry of battle!" Leon waved his fist hard, "Win this game, I believe this is the belief of all of you! This is also the reason why you can endure training in this muddy field, rolling in such a bad field, and being embarrassed!" Thinking about the mud on your white and holy jerseys after you train in this terrible field, you must be very unhappy, aren't you?!"

The little players all nodded vigorously.

"You must be suffocated, you want to vent?"

Of course!

"Very well, let's go! Fight your opponents! Go, soldiers! It's a hand-to-hand fight! Only cold teeth and a strong heart can win the final victory!" Leon almost roared out with red eyes, "Go! for victory!"

The young players were stimulated by these words, and the 'soldiers' in the coach's mouth made their blood boil, they felt that this was a war, and they screamed and were very excited, which was completely evident from the excited expressions on their faces!

"Real Madrid, Real Madrid. Victory!" shouted the little players around and ran up.

"You're such a natural orator. Pablo Banderas, who had dealt with the protests of the Barcelonans, came back and said with a smile just in time to hear the words of the angry children that Leon had just screamed and fighting.

"I PREFER YOU TO SAY THAT THIS IS A GENERAL'S DONG ORDER TO THE SOLDIERS!" LI ANG HELD HIS HEAD HIGH, STARING AT THE LITTLE PLAYERS RUNNING TOWARDS THE FIELD, AT THIS MOMENT, HE REALLY FELT THAT HE WAS SENDING HIS SOLDIERS TO THE BATTLEFIELD, INEXPLICABLY EXCITED AND NERVOUS, AND EXPECTANT. He's in the play. At this moment, for the first time, Leon really felt what it feels like to be a manager. The match with Getafe is not counted, because of the strength of the opponent and the incomparably critical situation, Leon can be said to be fully committed to 200%, and he feels more profoundly.

The shouts from Real Madrid attracted the attention of Barcelona, and Cruyff, who was standing with his hands in hand and listening to Vilanova's pre-match mobilization to the young players, was also attracted to attention. He turned his head to look over and saw Li Ang holding his head high and watching the young Real Madrid players enter the field, this young man's eyes were extremely serious and impressive.

The condition of the stadium is so bad, there is no need to ask, it is also the work of this Real Madrid coach. Cruyff was a little surprised by this, frowning, but that's all, he is used to seeing big scenes, he scoffs at these small tricks, and at the same time, Cruyff also wants to see how this junior team, which he has great expectations, and the children with Messi as the core, deal with such a bad playing field environment. This can also be seen as a grind.

Originally, Cruyff thought that Leon was a coach who could only play tricks, which can be seen from the man's rude behavior when he shook hands with Villanova before, and the tricks on the field.

In short, a bad impression.

However, at this moment, looking at Leon's focused and serious eyes, Cruyff smiled again, at least, this kid is not annoying at this moment, a person who is dedicated to football work.

"Interesting. Cruyff muttered.

Leon didn't know that the Barça godfather was observing him, he returned to the dugout, stood there, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and in his mouth in a voice that only he could hear, and roared: This is a battle!

He was a little nervous, just nervous, not scared.

It's nervous with excitement.

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