In the VIP box at the Ibiza Athletic Stadium, club president Alfonso gave a standing ovation and a smile on his face.

Looking at the stadium full of cheers and applause, looking at the joyful expressions of the fans, he rejoiced in his heart, he hadn't won for two months, it was not easy.

"At least for the next week, I won't have to hear Mr. Torreira complain." Said the team's general manager, Savic.

"Don't mention that guy to me." Alfonso said in disgust.

Torreira is an old friend of Alfonso, and he is also the mayor of Ibiza, whose tourism revenue fell by six percentage points last year, and the mayor complains that it is all the pot of the Ibiza club:

The team's poor record and long-term ranking at the bottom of the league has led to a bad mood among the residents of the island, which naturally affects their work and effectiveness, and even has less smiles when serving tourists......

Alfonso was unhappy about this: if the team is so important to the island, why not pull the brothers when the team is now in financial bankruptcy?

……

Fang Jue gently patted the non-existent dust on his body, Shi Shiran walked to the away team's coach's seat, according to etiquette, the coaches of both sides should shake hands at the end of the game.

Fang Jue is a person who pays a lot of attention to etiquette and knows how to be polite, so he is smiling.

Enelit felt like he had eaten a rotting fly that had been dead for eight days, and he couldn't get tired of it when he looked at the smile on that bastard's face.

Fang Jue was very personable, and he was still two meters away from Enelit, but he still stretched out his right hand.

Enelit reluctantly stretched out his hand, he meant to touch hands with the other party, but—

Fang Jue shook the hand of his colleague from Orehuira vigorously, and his attitude was enthusiastic, as if he had seen a close friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's a fluke, we can only say that we are lucky." Fang Jue's tone was sincere.

Huh?

That's a good sound.

When Ernelit heard this, Fang Jue's senses were much better.

Finally, you have the self-knowledge to know that you are lucky to win.

……

"yes, you're in luck." Enelit shook his head and said, "The two goals are all refractions, and our two central defenders help you once, is this still reasonable?"

"Thank you!" Fang Jue thanked him.

"Thanks for what?" Enelit was a little confused.

"Thank you, of course, Mr. Enelit." Fang Jue said happily and seriously, "You are my lucky star, you forgot, you said before the game to wish me good luck, what you said is really effective, we played so passively, we didn't concede the ball, we actually ......"

Fang Jue spoke very quickly, Balabala, what he said later, Enelit didn't listen to it anymore, and his mind was now full of a huge question mark: Is this really the case? Is that really the case?

Eventually, the question mark turned into a giant exclamation mark: My mouth is so powerful!

Then there was deep chagrin.

In fact, what Fang Jue said, in other words, no one in their right mind would believe it, this is nonsense, but the problem is that Enelit's mood is in an abnormal state now, and this game is too weird.

After Fang Jue Balabala finished speaking, he finally thanked him again, and then without waiting for Enerlit to react, he patted him on the shoulder again, turned around and walked away.

Enerit was still in a daze, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Good guy." Enelit seemed to hear the guy who had left talking to himself.

He almost vomited blood.

Enelit was not stupid, he gradually understood at this time that this bastard said this on purpose, and he was deliberately angry with himself.

I have never seen such a personless person!

Shouldn't the winner be humble and comfort the lost side?

How did you get such a bastard in the coach?

The head coach of Orehuella, who was on fire in his heart, was so angry that he turned around and left with the depressed players.

Interestingly, since that day, Mr. Enelit has never said a word of 'good luck' or anything like that to his peers during the routine pre-race handshake.

……

Fang Jue was in a good mood.

He praised his players in the dressing room.

Of course, he also noticed that the players looked at him differently, which was a look of surprise and admiration.

Clement, in particular, what an innocent look of reverence.

It was very useful to him.

He could feel the gratitude in those eyes.

These guys, if he hadn't come to coach, I don't know that the Year of the Monkey and the Moon would be able to taste the taste of victory.

"Alright, guys, enjoy the feeling of victory." Fang Jue said, pausing, he said, "However, don't be too crazy, because you will slowly get used to this feeling in the future." ”

There was a howl and whistle in the locker room.

This is a perfect score!

Fang Jue was very satisfied.

……

Before leaving for the press conference, Fang Jue first went to the bathroom to open the floodgates and release water.

When he washed his hands, he looked at the handsome guy in the mirror, he shook his head, you can obviously rely on your appearance to eat, but you rely on your talent, it's really a tyrannical thing.

The same players, the same configuration, Fernandez's scum led the team to play so badly, when it came to his hands, in just one day, the team changed a lot, and he won! Win! Win!

That's the embodiment of talent and ability.

To be so young and handsome, to lead a team with a terrible record to win for the first time in charge, such a performance is simply perfect.

He could already imagine the amazement, admiration, applause and praise he would receive at a press conference.

My heart is beating fast, and I'm looking forward to it.

Ah, what a wonderful thing it is to think of talking in front of so many media outlets, and then having those reporters turn their words into lead words and praise him......

However, Fang Jue's good mood and sense of expectation were ...... after the press conference began. Gradually—gone.

……

There were only five or six reporters at the scene, which made Fang Jue slightly disappointed, and he didn't want to think about it, what do you want to do in a Spanish second league game?

Seeing Fang Jue coming in, Orehuela head coach Enerlit's expression was not good, he came to the press conference first, and saw that Fang Jue had not yet arrived, and he was even more hated by the old and new hatred, you won, do you want me to wait for you? Is it polite?

The moderator opened the press conference.

The reporter first asked the head coach of the away team Orehula, Ernelit.

"What do you have to say about this, Mr. Enelit, this is clearly an unexpected defeat?"

Before Ernelit could speak, Fang Jue was upset, what is called an 'unexpected' loss, looking down on my team?

Although, this is true, but, please shut up!

"What we encountered in this game, I believe everyone can see." Enelit had already been holding back the fire in her belly, "We have encountered an unconventional Ibiza. ”

Several reporters at the scene laughed, apparently understanding what they meant.

……

"My players were brought to the ground again and again, and the opponent didn't seem to want to win from the first minute of the game, and they ......," Enelit shrugged, "and no one was hurt, so for Orehuela it was good luck." ”

Fang Jue smiled, although he couldn't wait to scold the loser for two sentences, but he had to maintain his demeanor, if people lost, wouldn't they let the family sour for a few words?

"Hello Coach Fang, I'm Rebeto from Radio Pelle, congratulations on winning your coaching debut." The first reporter to ask Fang Jue a question said.

"Thank you." Fang Jue nodded and smiled reservedly, this reporter is very on the road, well, "Radio Pelle", Torreira, I remember you.

"How would you rate this game?" Reberto continued to ask.

"Both teams put together a great game." Fang Jue said with a smile.

Wonderful peat!

The away coach next to him, Enelit, almost jumped up and hit someone, what a wonderful fart, if you want to say that you play wonderful, it is also Orehuira playing, what is that thing you playing? Shrink into the half court like a turtle, don't think about attacking, and a rough foul! Foul! Foul! If it weren't for luck, you could have won?

Especially when I think of 'luck', Enelit is on fire.

……

"Do you really think it's a good game?" Reberto's voice raised as he stared at Fang Jue and asked.

Kindness?

Fang Jue's smile retracted and looked at this reporter.

"Isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, "Two wonderful goals, a long-lost victory, can't this be described as wonderful for Ibiza?" ”

"But what I've seen is a very conservative tactic, a non-offensive style of play, and a brutal foul." Reberto's tone was sharp.

Who is this buddy? It's pretty sharp.

Several other reporters were inquiring about each other.

"I know." One reporter dismissively said, "A small private radio station. ”

"Radio Pelle" is just a small private radio media, and it is not easy for such a private media to survive and develop, so this small media that has just been established for less than a year has set strict specifications and positioning for itself:

Seek sustainable development with sharp rhetoric and heart-pounding criticism.

Pellet, the owner of Radio Pellet, has analyzed and investigated and concluded that the sharp and devastating criticisms are more impressive and compelling than the praise reports.

If you praise a certain party, you will only win the love of that party, but if you scold him, you will win the attention and love of many more people.

No matter how good you are, anyway, I'm just picking a bone in the egg, just scolding you.

Even if Ibiza played well today, they can still find faults, not to mention that Ibiza did play ugly today and won a fluke (lucky).

Enerit couldn't wait to hug the reporter and kiss him fiercely, he was so right, he said what was in his heart.

Justice is at ease in people's hearts.

……

Fang Jue was angry, he came to the press conference happily, thinking that he would be unanimously praised and able to enjoy the appreciative gaze, but he didn't expect it to be the current situation, which made him a little unexpected, and at the same time even more angry.

Radio Pelle: yes.

Beretto: yes.

I remember you.

Don't look at Fang Jue's usual politeness, gentle and polite to everyone, and a humble gentleman. But he's really a temper tantrum when he starts a fire.

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