Chapter 84

Elta never expected that the little man next to him would suddenly ask such a thing, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laughed twice: "Happy? What is happiness? ”

"Winning is the happiest."

Hearing him say this, David Silva's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he heard someone on the sidelines calling his name, and he could only press down and look towards the sidelines, only to find that it was their little manager waving at him.

The Spaniard left Elta and ran to the touchline, and Elta looked at Juan's expression and politely followed David Silva, defending not far away.

"Coach." The Spaniards bent down as soon as they came, and their manager had already eaten three snacks on the sidelines of the pitch and hadn't said a word on the pitch, so they had subjectively believed that Juan's coaching habits should be the type of pre-match deployment and letting the players play on their own during the game - this summary comes from Diego Forlan, who swears that this is the same coaching style of the lord, and Juan must be like this - At most, they were told to go to the side to do something in the middle of the game.

However, David Silva soon discovered that everyone's guesses were a bit wrong, and that this man might not be the kind of person who would sit on the sidelines, perhaps because of his lack of experience, or because he wanted to know more about his players in the sport, so he remained silent.

Why?

The Spanish youngster heard it with his own ears, and his manager whispered in his ear: "Don't take the initiative to talk to Elta, you pay attention to Riquelme's eyes, once he has the intention of starting to break through, pass the ball to him, the ball just now to Belleron is right, don't relax when we have the ball, focus on the right side." ”

He subconsciously turned his head to take a look, but was directly taken aback, isn't the middle lane the route where he and Belleron are in, and the head coach is going to promote him??

Juan patted the young general's shoulder very naturally, with a face like a spring breeze: "Do a good job, the ball was broken beautifully just now." ”

David Silva was praised like this, and returned to his position in a daze, and when he saw that it was still Elta in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: "Why are you still here?" ”

"......" Elta was speechless, the ball was broken, can't he just stand here and defend this kid?!

Juan turned his head and walked back after instructing David Silva, and when everyone thought he was going to pick up his snack bag again, Juan pulled out his notebook from the tactical board, rolled it into a cylinder, took a deep breath, and yelled inside: "Pon-pun-"

It was also the first time Juan Díaz made such a loud noise on the pitch, not to mention the players on the pitch for a while, and even the bench was dumbfounded.

Pompons was on the left side at this time, far away from Juan, after hearing the faint sound, he hurriedly turned his eyes to the sidelines, and saw their coach holding a small horn rolled up with a notebook in one hand and a waist in the other, with the momentum of a Hedong lion's roar: "What are you doing, are you doing a ghost in your shooting training?!" ”

Pompons was a little confused for a moment, and he pointed to himself and shrugged, not knowing what Juan was going to do.

"Run! Don't forget what you said at halftime! Juan's hand pointed in the direction of the gate of Real Sociedad, "If you can't do it, you will take three rests, and I will do it!" ”

Peng Peng thought about it, what did he say at halftime?

He was angry at Real Sociedad and found out that they were really not on the road, but they were not as dangerous as they thought, so they had to play well in the second half and score three goals......

Oh yes, goal!

Pompon finally reacted, as soon as he stretched his legs, he was ready to rush forward, Belleron was surrounded by the ball, he and Redondo, Riquelme found opportunities in the midfield, these three people are not the masters of the goal, Romario and Messi are guarded to the death, this is the time for him to show Xiàn!

Juan came back to sit down under the awe-inspiring gaze of the players and staff on the bench, his snack bag seemed to have been thrown to the ends of the earth and never thought about it again, Juan looked at the situation on the field and was silent.

Assistant coach Allen is finally a person who has seen strong winds and waves, and it is not uncommon for the head coach to suddenly erupt on the court, but he is the first to see the defender on the front line as soon as he breaks out: "Juan, calm down...... It's just a Copa del Rey, it's not a league or a Champions League, so we can't afford to waste our bodies for Real Sociedad, just guarantee a win. ”

"A Copa del Rey?" Juan repeated and sneered: "The Copa del Rey is true, but this is also an official game, since it is an official competition, you have to face it with all your strength...... Alan, you're right, maybe the next round is against Barcelona, we need to make sure we are in good shape, but you saw the first half, everyone's mental outlook, right? ”

Allen thought back to the locker room at halftime, it was indeed dull at the beginning, everyone's faces were clouded, or Juan used a summons-style speech to mobilize their feelings, but once they played, it seemed that they were still not in shape, and at this time it was necessary for someone to wake them up.

"If we had maintained that mentality against Barcelona, we would have lost at the beginning." Juan said in a deep voice, his eyes still fixed on the court. "In this game we didn't play formation, we didn't play positional battles, we played ...... Momentum. ”

Gago's listening was in the clouds, of course he didn't listen on purpose, these two people didn't shy away from their players when they spoke, I guess they didn't understand!

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, there is a senior by his side! Gago turned his head and asked very seriously: "Senior, what are they talking about?" ”

Aimar subconsciously looked at the head coach and assistant coach in front of him, and after finding that their attention was still on the court, he coughed twice: "Do you want to listen to the surface or the deeper level?" ”

Gago, after thinking for a moment, said cautiously, "Why don't you come to the surface first?" ”

"On the surface, they are discussing whether this game is worth everyone's hard work, after all, there are still many rounds of games ahead, and when the Champions League begins, the real hell will begin." Thinking of this, Aimar suddenly felt that it was quite good, doesn't a lot of games mean that there are more opportunities to play, how can any professional player think that he has more games?

Naturally, Gago's thoughts were the same, so he jumped for a while and then continued to ask, "What is the deep level?" ”

"At a deeper level, our little coach finally collected the number of jù after putting almost everyone on the field for a round." When Aimar thought of this, he also felt a little speechless.

This pervert, sitting in the coach's seat and eating snacks for three games, can collect the number jù analysis of the whole team, although this also has the number jù that he usually begins to observe during training as an accumulation, but this is still a little too fast.

"What do you do when you collect numbers?" Gago feels that he is really weak, he has a little bit of Redondo when he plays, but he can't compare with these bigwigs in terms of thinking and depth!

"Of course, it's better to pace the game and maximise the resources of the players." Aimar replied angrily, why is this kid so unthinkable that he can't think of such a simple thing? "What kind of education do you have, did you graduate from high school?"

Gage was dumbfounded and shook his head: "No, I dropped out of junior high school...... What do you mean by that? ”

"It means that collecting numbers will allow me to coach better." Juan in front turned his head and smiled at them, directly frightened Gago's whole person stiffened, he also saw Juan's aura just now, and he didn't come to his senses yet, "Also, now La Liga requires players to have a high school degree, I'll enroll you in a school, and then I'll go to the exam together, with Messi and Luis." ”

"......" Gago suddenly opened his mouth with some regrets, only hating that there is no regret medicine in the world, and Juan has turned his head to look at the field again at this time, the goal just now has been escorted to the goal, but unfortunately the two main attack points were not intercepted, Belleron himself tried to shoot, but the ball was blocked out of the bottom line.

Real Sociedad's goal kick, their goalkeeper hesitated for two seconds between the big kick kick or the boccia ball to the defender, and finally chose the former, although it was not without seeing the wolf-like eyes of the players of Deportivo La Coruna, but if it was passed to their own defenders, the ball might not even be able to pass the midfield.

Don't think he didn't see it, Deportivo La Coruna was already pressed in the half, and there was an empty area in the back, only their Capdevilla, who had just been substituted, was standing there, and if they could send the ball over and avoid the crowded half, maybe they could cause a surprise attack!

It's just that he still underestimated Deportivo La Coruna's determination, or rather, he still underestimated Riquelme's revenge for his old friend, they didn't have many opportunities to play together, and they used to think that the national team was the only place, who would have thought that there would really be a chance to play together in the club.

And now, he watched his friend being violated and injured on the field, how could he bear it!

Obviously, the goalkeeper's calculations were good, but his footwork was not very accurate, and the ball was given to David Silva, and this time when he looked up, there were still two people raising their hands to ask for the ball, one was Riquelme and the other was David Luiz.

I don't know why every time Luis asked Silva to be silent for a while, he subconsciously turned the ball to Riquelme, who was closer and easier to send the ball over...... The unkempt head over there that is almost a full midfield away from him, can you put your hands down!?

As he watched the ball fly in his direction, Riquelme's first instinct was to take two steps back and then raise his leg high under the staring gaze of the Real Sociedad players.

There was a "bang", there was silence in the field, and the Real Sociedad goalkeeper pounced hopelessly to the side, he judged the wrong direction.

The live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, and then exploded directly as if it was ignited: "Gooooooooal!" Juan Riquelme!! ”