The players are back on the pitch and ready for the second half.

Leon crossed his arms and looked into the arena.

"Lee, it's really yours. Fernandez said with sincere admiration, a simple phone call can be used by him to make a fuss, which stimulates the boys to scream...... This scrappy and delightful to look at......... It's simply, unspoken, admire.

"yes. "But it doesn't seem good to do that in the name of Mr. President." ”

Obviously, he thought that Leon's phone call was not from the chairman, it was just an ordinary call, and it was just a little used by Leon.

"Who said it was in the name of Mr. President?" Leon glanced at the two assistants.

"So, what was the phone call just now, really?" Fernandez asked, shocked.

Parler was also a little dazed.

As the assistant coach of the Sporting Gijón B team, Mr. President is really a little far away from them, and they may not say a few words to Mr. President for a season, let alone receive a call from the president of the club himself, so they will think that Leon is borrowing the name of Manuel Arango.

"Of course it's true. Leon nodded, "Mr. Arango has given the order, this game must be won." ”

Fernandez and Parler glanced at each other, but they didn't expect it to be true, so the content of the call was also true, just as Leon had just said.

"And that Orrens chairman really said that?" asked Parler.

"Of course it's true. Leon shrugged.

"Kill them!"

"Gotta win! Let them taste our awesomeness!"

The two assistant coaches also immediately expressed their attitude, with an attitude of humiliating their subordinates.

Leon looked at the two of them and smiled.

Orrense's players have not yet arrived on the field, which makes Sporting Gijón anxious.

"What's going on?" asked Leon.

The referee also came over to inquire about the situation, what's wrong?

"I'll take a look. As soon as Fernandez finished speaking, he saw that Orrense's players were late.

In the field, the back of Sporting Gijón, Marcos, who has always been silent, suddenly roared, "They did it on purpose, give them some color and see!"

There was a roar and it was clear that the players were all thinking that Orlens was only going to be back on the pitch on purpose, and that they were deliberately hanging them here.

Paller looked at Leon, which means, look, Marcos, what an honest kid who can't kick a fart with three feet, and now it's good...... You brought me like this.

Li Ang smiled and gave a thumbs up to the audience.

Orrense's head coach, Mr. Garillo del Perisidro, with a gloomy face, snorted as he walked past Leon and them, and then walked to the visiting team's dugout.

"This guy was scolded?" Li Ang squeezed at the two assistants and teased, and the latter two also laughed.

He was right, in fact, a little more serious than what Leon said.

Orrense's head coach, Mr. Garillo del Perisidro is now full of anger, on the one hand, because in the first half of the game, he was actually scored two goals in a row by Sporting Gijón, the team he looked down on, and the other reason is that just now, just now, Mr. Andrews Pique Romaginhos, the president of Orrens, actually rushed directly to the away team locker room and put everyone, the players, The coaches all reprimanded him, and also issued an ultimatum to Garillo del Perisidro in front of everyone: If you can't win this game, you get out!

A head coach!

Being reprimanded so by the club's top management in front of his own players is simply a great shame!

Garilo del Perisidro could even feel the eyes of the players looking at him, with dazedness, with suspicion, with mockery.

That means, you're all so suspicious of the club's hierarchy, tsk.

For such a coach who may leave class at any time, a coach who is so humiliated by Mr. President, how much respect can these players have?!

It's a huge blow to a manager's prestige.

Bastard!

Garillo del Perisidro vows that this match must be won, must be won!

He wants to show Mr. Chairman his coaching ability!

Let your players realise how good their coach is, too!

If Leon knew that something like this was happening over there, although he didn't like the head coach of Orlens very much, he would still feel sad for him, and it was all up to him, why not resign?

He's not Garillo del Perissidro, he's not Leon either, they're two types of people!

At the beginning of the second half, the players of Orrense were thinking about giving Sporting Gijón a dismissal, they may not care too much about the fate of the manager who leaves the class at any time, but they care about their own fate, the president of the club has said something like that, Mr. President must be watching the game from the stands now, if anyone does not perform well, this is their own death.

However, their offensive did not rise at all, and they were dumbfounded! This is because they were attacked by a frenzied attack from Sporting Gijón!

In the first half of the game, except for the fierce counterattack in the final stage, Sporting Gijón's tactics were basically conservative defensive counterattacks, but at the beginning of the second half, the players of Sporting Gijón were like crazy and pressed out!

The tide swept through the half and hit them!

It was Marcos who broke the ball in midfield, and he passed the ball out, and Francisco José Parada, who had the ball, was like a divine help, and after connecting the two, he fired a long-range shot that went just wide of the post. The cold sweat of the Orrens was shocked.

Leon and his assistant looked at each other.

Apparently, they were also surprised by Parada's outburst.

Was that kid stimulated too? Leon looked into the arena with his chin in his hands.

Lee's words also worked for Parada, Fernández thought.

That's right, that's exactly what happened, even this Parada, who was ready to escape from Sporting Gijón and join the giants, was stimulated. He couldn't even look down on Sporting Gijón, so how could he look down on Orlense in Spain's C1 League? Being humiliated like this by the Orlense people he looked down upon, Parada was extremely angry in his heart.

It was similar to the situation in the final stages of the first half, when Sporting Gijón suddenly burst on, leaving Orrense a little at a loss.

Parada followed with a long-range shot followed by Javier Blanco, this time in the woodwork and resulting in a corner.

"Attack!" Leon waved his arms from the sidelines.

He stood on the sidelines, watching the team's offensive tide, and the Orrens seemed unprepared for this, a little stunned, and he didn't feel comfortable turning back to the dugout to sit. It's just dancing on the sidelines.

This period of time is actually the most critical, Sporting Gijón is taking advantage of a wave of momentum to attack, taking advantage of this momentum of high morale, there must be something to gain!