Curry knows Santos' current problems better than Lu Feng, but he can't help it for a while.

Is there a shortage of midfielders, there is no shortage, there is a shortage of them all over the world. What Santos lacks is a playmaking midfielder. Is there a lack of excellent organizational midfielders, not only Santos, but also many big teams in Europe.

Silva's previous strength is a good playmaking midfielder, which is still very important in the Santos team. However, after Silva's departure, it was too difficult to find a replacement for a while.

It's not that Curry hasn't thought about looking for a replacement for Silva in the transfer market, and he has chosen and chosen, but he hasn't picked the right one.

Curry can see it, either because Santos is not famous enough and is unwilling to come, or the transfer fee is too expensive for Santos to afford. As for those who can come to Santos, Curry thinks those people are not strong.

After watching the team's performance in this game, Curry decided to introduce an organizational midfielder first, otherwise the team will be too chaotic, let alone competing for the championship, and whether he can qualify for the Copa Libertadores in the end is another matter.

"Sammy's defense can't restrain Bemi at all, and I don't know why this kid insists on defending the other party."

Pedro shook his head, sighed and continued.

"This game is estimated to be difficult, Bemi has no one to restrict, and our offense is not good, or let's shrink the defense first, it's not good to lose too much at home."

Curry's brows furrowed when he heard this.

'The key question is not this game, it's what the team is going to do in the next game. At the end of the day, it's just a game, and it's a big deal to lose and lose three points. But how to solve the problems of the team, the loss of Silva has really affected us. ”

"Haven't found the right player yet?"

Pedro stared at Curry.

Curry smiled wryly.

"It's not that simple, you know, it's not just a matter of picking and choosing a good player for the team. Moreover, the decline of Santos in recent years has greatly damaged the team's prestige, and it is much more difficult to recruit them. ”

Pedro thought about it and came up with an idea.

"If we don't dig a little bit internally, or look at the demons of other teams in China, as long as the midfield problem is solved, we still have hope this season."

"Dig inside." Curry touched his chin and began to think, is there someone on the Santos team who is suitable for being a playmaker?

"Why don't you let Sammy try it?"

Pedro asked tentatively.

"He was also a playmaker at Santos for a while, and then when Silva arrived, he gave way to Silva. Bemi has been transformed into an all-round midfielder by the previous manager, so maybe we can give him a try. ”

"Is there such a thing?"

Curry came interested.

'It's not impossible, Sammy is still a kid with talent, he has a good job at his feet, and if he can pass and see the ball too, we can try it. After all, his defensive ability is indeed too weak compared to his offense. ”

The look on Pedro's face was wonderful.

"This Santos doesn't have a lot of players who defend well."

Curry was stunned for a moment and waved his hand in embarrassment.

"When the time comes, tell the players to stabilize the situation, step back and don't concede any more goals. By the way, let Sami try to organize the attack. ”

Pedro nodded and passed Curry's instructions to the players on the court.

Curry's adjustment is undoubtedly the most correct choice for the situation on the court.

After the goal, Sao Paulo organized wave after wave of attacks to threaten Santos' goal.

Santos, on the other hand, firmly completed Curry's instructions and retreated to defense, except for the forwards, everyone retreated to their own half of the defense.

For a while, the situation on the field became that Sao Paulo was pressing Santos to kick, and Sao Paulo's attack hit Santos' goal like a tide. And the defense of the Santos players, like a dam, blocked the incoming tide again and again.

At the moment, it was very quiet in the fan stands, and the cheering shouts of the Santos fans at the beginning of the game had disappeared. The fans were completely absorbed by the situation on the field, and everyone was worried about whether the team they supported would concede another goal, after all, Sao Paulo's attack was not weak.

"Damn, why would the manager be holding back on defense, this kid is in the limelight."

In the stands, Lu Feng was very dissatisfied, not only dissatisfied with the team's performance, but also dissatisfied with Bemi's excellent performance.

"Now that Sao Paulo is in full swing, isn't it right to retreat to the defense?"

Annina answered on the sidelines, and as an agent, she has no low understanding of football.

"If Santos were to play Sao Paulo again at this time, it would be more likely to concede a goal than the other side. One goal down is nothing, if you go two goals down in the first half, Santos will lose this game. ”

"Not that problem." Lu Feng scratched his head and explained in a hesitant manner. "The main thing is to only defend, if you don't attack, it's too embarrassing."

Anina's eyes rolled, and she immediately figured out the reason why Lu Feng was unhappy.

"Oh, I see, you're feeling the pressure when you see Bemi doing well, right? The two of you have a gambling contract, and if you are afraid that he will score a few more goals, you will not be able to catch up, right? ”

Lu Feng's eyes widened and he began to argue.

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense. I'll be scared of him scoring, kidding, if he can score one, I'll score two. I wish he had done better, so that after beating him, I would have a greater sense of accomplishment. ”

"Really?" Annina's face was full of disbelief, and she covered her mouth and chuckled. "That's good, I'm afraid you lose confidence after watching your opponent's performance, and that's bad."

"Just kidding!" Lu Feng was about to retort when the situation on the pitch changed and Sao Paulo won a free-kick from a fairly good position.

This free-kick, just under 5 meters from the edge of the penalty area, and the angle is good, perfect for shooting.

"It's broken!"

Lu Feng didn't care about talking to Annina anymore, and his attention returned to the court. Bemi has a good free-kick, he scored against Santos last time out, so he won't come back this time.

Annina also looked at the court, her eyes full of nervousness.

Sure enough, it was Bemi who took the free-kick.

When Bemi squared the football and kicked it out, Lu Feng in the stands had a feeling that this ball should have been scored.

The soccer ball drew a beautiful line, not only bypassing the human wall, but also bypassing Gulidev's ten fingers and falling into the king of the ball.

0-2, Santos trailed Sao Paulo by 2 goals at home.

After the goal, Bemi rushed directly to the stand area where Lu Feng was, pointed to the sky with his left hand, and raised two fingers to indicate that he had scored two goals.

Bemi's actions looked extremely arrogant, and it was even more provocative for Santos fans, and the audience immediately burst into boos.

"!"

Lu Feng scolded and turned to leave the stands.

"Why are you going, the game isn't over yet."

Annina's voice came from behind her.

"I'm going to practice free-kicks!"