Leon is now like clockwork, and all his energy and attention are focused on the game against Barcelona.

He's all about how to lead the team to win right now.

Real Madrid's Under 17 A (Cadete_A) and Barcelona's Under 17 A (Cadete_A) are not superior in all aspects, and it is very difficult to win, and the problem now is that Leon must lead the team to win! There is no other choice.

In order to win, Leon did everything he could.

The match against Barcelona is Thursday.

The day before the game.

"Pablo. What does the weather forecast say?" Leon asked his assistant Pablo Banderas.

"The weather forecast says there could be light rain tomorrow, it could just be cloudy, or it could be moderate rain. ”

"Do they really say that?" Leon asked, looking up.

"Weather forecasts, you know. The latter shrugged helplessly.

"Damn!" Li Ang scolded, bowed his head and recorded in his notebook, the weather? He wrote cloudy, crossed it out again, wrote light to moderate rain, and then put a question mark. Finally, I drew a circle again.

"Help me inform Mr. Bravo to come along. Leon commanded.

About ten minutes later, Bravo, a staff member from the youth base, arrived, and Leon gave him a face-to-face lecture. A sense of déjà vu to secretly discuss bad things.

"Are you sure you do this, sir?" asked Bravo, surprised, uncertain.

"Do as I say. Leon waved his hand.

"Oh well. Bravo took the order, "as you wish." As he spoke, Mr. Bravo's eyes were full of excitement.

"What do you arrange for Mr. Bravo to do?" asked in a very low voice when Leon commanded just now, and Pablo Banderas was a little far away and couldn't hear clearly.

"Nothing, a little thing. Leon grinned.

"Nothing?" Pablo Banderas was visibly unconvinced.

"There's really nothing. Leon nodded vigorously.

"Is there any news about the incident I asked you to inquire about?" asked Leon as he turned his head.

"That kid's name is Juan Carlos. Another assistant coach, Alessandro Parisi, said, "I went to Getafe and asked, and it didn't turn out well. ”

The current situation of Real Madrid's under-17 team, Leon has been studying these days, to win the game, for him now, in addition to studying the opponent, he also has to study his team thoroughly, and even the latter is the most important. In the current team's squad, although the players in the midfield are worse than Barcelona, but, after all, it is not too ugly, and the most uneasy thing for Leon is the team's backline, in his memory, none of the names of these players in the team's backline can be called in the future, which explains some problems.

In the match against Getafe, the opponent's No. 6 was the same kid who stared Callejon for most of the game and successfully froze most of Real Madrid's attack. Of course, it is also the first victim of Leon's mysterious system skills, the unlucky bastard.

Although the kid was beaten by Real Madrid in that game, Li Ang knew the trick in it, in fact, the performance of this defender definitely made Li Ang's eyes shine.

He asked Alejandro Parisi to go to Getafe to find out about this man, and if possible, he poached him, although it was impossible to catch up with the game against Barcelona, but he could not become a reliable defender in his hands in the future.

However, listening to Alessandro Parisi now, the situation is not good.

"What's the matter? Getafe doesn't want to let go?" asked Leon, thinking about it, this kid named Juan Carlos, he saw the performance of that game, and Getafe naturally might treat this kid as a baby.

"It's not. Alessandro Parisi said, his expression a little odd, "Getafe kicked him out of the team. ”

"What?" said Leon. Then he remembered a detail, when Carlos cleared the ball and gave Callejon, who was magically instructed by Leon, a chance, and after scoring that goal, Getafe coach Gonzalo was furious, and he shouted that he would clean up the kid after losing, and now it seems that this coach really threw the responsibility for the loss to a player to take the cylinder, and this player can also be said to be the best performance in the whole team of Getafe.

Despite his disbelief that there are such coaches, Leon has to accept the reality that this is exactly what happened.

Then Leon was happy, since Carlos was expelled from the team by Getafe, this is good news, which means that Real Madrid can directly sign Carlos.

"You didn't go looking for the kid?"

"Looked. ”

"How did it turn out?"

"Didn't find it. ”

"What?"

"The phone number that the kid left for Getafe, including the address, is all fake. Alessandro Parisi said.

"Huh?" Leon was surprised, and then a word came to his mind.

And Pablo Banderas, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, uttered the word: illegal immigration!

Li Ang was a little regretful, he really admired the child, but it was a pity.

The next day.

Leon stood outside the No. 3 youth team at the Chamartin training base, watching as Bravo led the man to water the pitch.

He looked up at the sky again, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, and it looked like it might rain at any time, but the dark clouds were hanging there like that for half a day to express performance art, but there was not a trace of rain falling.

"Damn, I just know that the weather forecast can't be trusted. Li Ang scolded.

He was flanked by a stunned Pablo Banderas, who only now understood what Leon had been talking to Bravo before.

"That's not good. Mr. Banderas said.

"What's so bad?" Leon's eyes widened, "Don't you want to win against Barcelona?"

"Of course not. As a pure Real Madrid man, Pablo Banderas replied immediately.

"Then what else is there to say?" Leon smiled, "unless your love for Real Madrid and hatred for Barcelona are not deep enough." ”

The upright Mr. Banderas was silent, and in the midst of the battle between heaven and man, he finally pursed his lips and did not speak again.

Leon looked at his watch, and there was still almost an hour before the start of the game. He motioned to Bravo that they didn't need to water it.

"Is that enough, Mr. Leon?" Bravo asked, wearing long rain boots, a raincoat, and a rain hat, and holding a pipe that was still bubbling outward, wiping the water on his face fiercely, and standing in the middle of the field. The watering is high, and it seems that it is not going to stop.

"Enough! Enough! Good job!" Leon laughed, "If you keep pouring it, we and Barcelona will have to switch to water polo." ”

Bravo was quite nostalgic and asked someone to turn off the water valve, and left with someone, not forgetting to give a thumbs up to Leon before leaving, it was insidious enough.

Li Ang stood in the field and stepped on it, and the field was very slippery.

He asked Pablo Banderas to kick a soccer ball over, and he met the rolling soccer ball himself, and a run-up was about to come with a kick.

The soccer ball was kicked and rolled forward at least half the distance it was normal for, and he himself slipped and fell to the ground after the kick.

Embarrassed to get up, looking at Pablo Banderas who was gloating and laughing, Leon was very happy with Bravo's work.

That's exactly what he wanted.

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