To be reasonable, he really has to find his little pony whip that has been dusty for a long time.

Those two men seemed to have forgotten what he had said before after coming on the pitch, and kept hovering in front, waiting for the ball to pass as before, and the lack of cooperation between the two of them was even one of the reasons why Portugal could not break the opponent's defense for a while in the first half.

Of course, it can't be broken, there is no such cooperation in the team! Both of them have been banished from their respective clubs because of their solitude, and their abilities are more or less limited.

This may not be a big deal for the club, after all, there are other rotation players in the club besides the two of them, and it is really not possible to have an academy team, and it is too easy to refrigerate one person.

But the Portuguese team is different, the two of them are already the main rotation of the wingers, basically Figo or whoever is injured, they must be the last one, no matter what, the Portuguese team will not be the real estate company is facing the two of them, this is absolute.

Although Juan can still help for a while, for now, he tends to analyze the game from the sidelines, and even if he does, it is not a symptom of the problem, and those two still can't participate in the team's actions properly.

Maybe it's good to have a smoking?

Juan thought ill-willedly, then raised an eyebrow: "It's halftime." ”

The whistle blew outside, and the players began to return to the players' tunnel one after another, and the Portuguese players were only then obtused to find that their head coach and assistant coach were not in the dugout, at least Juan was standing at the entrance of the players' tunnel and looked at them with a smile, and then everyone shivered, and touched their arms to go in.

The Russian side was also looking in his direction, and Juan just nodded at them and followed the players back to the locker room, only to be stopped by a somewhat muffled voice, and he looked back to see that it was Alexander Mostovoy.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Juan looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, and Mostovoy touched his head: "Aren't you going to play today?" ”

Juan subconsciously looked at his own outfit, how did he not look like a person who was going to play: "No." ”

"Okay, can you please help me apologize to your team's No. 17?" Mostovo was sincere, "I didn't mean to hit him before, I hope he didn't get hurt because of it." ”

Oh, the first seven minutes of the first half.

Thinking that the Portuguese teenager actually relied on his clumsy acting skills to deceive a yellow card, and now the winner of the yellow card came here to apologize sincerely, even Juan felt a little embarrassed, waved his hand and said a few polite words to each other, and then the other party turned his head back to the dressing room.

"Apologize to me?" Cristiano was drinking water, and when he heard Juan's words, he was dazed for a while, but he only reacted under Juan's vague prompt, and couldn't help but cover his face, "Oh......"

"He also said that although he used to speak a little Portuguese, he has been unfamiliar with Portugal for a long time, so he can only come to me because I am a Spanish speaker." Juan paused again and looked at Figo, "Actually, at the beginning, he probably wanted to ask the captain, after all, the two of you are relatively similar in age, and the identity of the captain is more suitable to convey apologies, but captain, you are walking too fast......"

"Why do you care?" Figo waved his hand, "Our table is not very good today, will you scold or coach later?" ”

"Maybe we'll have to see how it goes." Juan was very calm, "The coach said that he would come first, and if he couldn't suppress you, he would come." ”

Scolari entered the locker room and he clapped his hands: "Guys, I have a few words to say. ”

As for what happened in the first half, everyone understands for themselves, even if there is a goal in the first half, it is definitely not the credit of the team, but the expression of Figo's personal ability.

"When I just watched the first half, I thought we had only two people in the midfield. Scolari sighed, he didn't expect the players to understand any tactics, after all, this is not their field of study, so he directly asked them in more popular language, "Next, Figo is approaching in the direction of the middle, we are almost penetrated in the middle, and Deco, when you make the ball, you have to avoid the Russian side of the defense......"

He said it all in the past, and the Brazilian coach was not used to yelling in the dressing room, at most he explained it to them slowly and methodically as he did now, or added a little bit of bad jokes.

"By the way, praise Carvalho by name." Scolari's words put everyone's eyes on Carvalho, who started for the first time, and he was very conscientious, with half of Portugal's defensive responsibilities on him, but he did it well.

"Good job, boy, you have to hold on to Portugal's defense." Scolari kindly reminded him, and seeing that the roll call seemed to be finished, his teammates began to pat Carvalho on the shoulder: "Come on, do it!" "We're up to you!" "It's not good to come back, it's going to be trained!"

"Speaking of training." Juan Shi Ran spoke, "I can help a lot." ”

Everyone was silent, and Scolari couldn't help but smile when he saw that Juan's expression was no longer too good, and pretended to look at his watch: "Ah, I'll go outside to breathe." ”

The head coach drove away, but none of the players dared to leave, they had already rested for a while, sitting on the bench and pressing their muscles to recover their bodies, Juan turned his head to look around and sighed.

"Seriously, have you forgotten all about the dangers of the first game?"

Although they won against Greece in the end, in the middle of the game, they were constrained and could not play at all, and even Juan almost collapsed, and the opponent was only a mid-stream team, which is absolutely irrefutable.

Portugal are twenty or thirty places higher than their opponents, but judging from the situation of the game, it seems that there is only one or two places behind.

"We thought it was an opening ceremony and a gala, but it was obviously not like that." Juan sighed, "What if we really lost at that time?" Brothers, this is Portugal, our home stadium, our hometown, and we were drawn or even beaten here by an unknown team? ”

"It's not that I look down on Greece, but we're hosts, we've got the support of the home fans, we've got big names, and what about the other side? Except for the manager's name, we don't know any of the others, right? No, maybe you don't even know the details of the manager, because that's the Bundesliga. ”

"In football, apart from the stars, home and away and the hosts, there are other factors that can determine the outcome, such as team unity and absolute obedience...... The Greek team failed to prove it, do you want Russia to prove it? ”

Although Russia, Portugal and the Netherlands are half a catty, they will always have strength but no actual proof, maybe this European Cup is when one of their three teams breaks this curse without a crown!

But now Portugal's table is really worrying, even if other strong teams have been consumed by half of the group stage, the current Portugal is still very unreliable.

"Quaresma, Postiga, do you want Russia to prove it?"

He finally named the two people directly, Scolari was not directly nominated just now, and Juan had been watching them with his hands on his chest, so they were already mentally prepared.

The two men named lowered their heads and said nothing, and Juan looked at them both coldly.

After a season at Manchester United, his style has not changed much, but he has become more aggressive, and Cristiano has quietly commented that if Ferguson is a hair dryer, then maybe Juan is a freezer......

"I don't know what you think, but there are so many ways to have fun with street football and make yourself happy." Juan sighed, "But this is professional football...... This is the national team. ”

"There are 16 teams in the Portuguese Super League, 22 teams in the Portuguese First Division, 48 teams in the Portuguese Second Division, and 84 teams in the Portuguese Second Division. The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. As a result, every team is fighting for its own glory, with as many as 200-300 teams active on the professional football pitch every year, and many players dreaming of joining the national team to bring glory to their country. ”

"It can't bring you financial benefits, and it may even affect your ability to continue to make money in the club, and even your future will be buried here......," Juan's voice was cold, "but there are still many players who want to be part of the national team without hesitation." ”

"Why?" Seeing Juan look over, Postiga and Quaresma looked at each other.

"Glory?" "Glory for the country?" "Dignity?" "Abilities?"

Seeing that the answers were denied one by one, the two people were even more confused: "What is it?" ”

"Cristiano, here you come!"

The Portuguese teenager touched his head and hesitated: "Because ...... ...... the stadium attention? ”

“bingo。”

"......" originally thought that he would hear the chicken soup of life, but the Portuguese players who were poured a large cup of poison were all speechless.

"If it's just for fun, you can go on like this, but if it's to go further and see better things, you need to change." Juan said coldly.

"Ten minutes into the second half, we can see Juan standing on the sidelines, there is nothing wrong with his expression, does he have nothing to say about the table on the court?" The on-site commentary was very puzzled, after all, even he felt that there was a little problem on the court, "Postiga and Quaresma are sleepwalking, what are they doing, is there no one to reprimand them at halftime?" ”

"The first time that Postiga and Quaresma played together, and the new golden generation of Portugal is now only Juan alone, I didn't expect it to be such a scene, alas......" The Sky Sports commentator sighed, "Postiga took the ball, he passed a player...... Well? ”

The commentator blinked, a little incredulous: "Pass? ”

"The receiver was Quaresma, and the two of them combined to beat the opposing defender...... Quaresma's pass! Cristiano Ronaldo! Gooooal！！ A rally and comeback of geniuses! Who said that three geniuses of the same era can't survive together?! ”