Correa's agitation method really worked, even if he knew what the other party was doing, but Arces just had no reason to refuse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the one hand, whether he really has confidence in his team or not, but in front of the sworn enemies of the derby, nothing weak can weaken the momentum, which is absolutely unacceptable.

On the other hand, as Correa said, even if Villarreal loses the game in the end, he loses the bet, there is nothing to lose. It's just one less chance to watch a good show. Seriously, he's just not used to some of Correa's practices, and he will taunt him when he has the chance, but he's not really interested in him eating some kind of excrement.

So Arceus was silent. After a few seconds, he nodded in agreement, but asked a question: "It's not without a problem to add another bet to the original bet." But where there is a loss, there is a win, and if I win, what can you give? ”

Correa was overjoyed, and said in her heart that this Arceus had finally entered the trap, and she took this opportunity to be able to bring back the previous disadvantage and offset the disgusting bet, which was a double kill.

Although he scoffed at Arces's argument that if he loses, he won, but he was afraid that the other party would change his mind temporarily, so Correa thought for a moment and replied: "In this way, if I lose again, then the punishment will be increased, and I will still keep the original public admission in the media that my professional level is not as good as yours, and I will also apologize in the newspaper for my previous inappropriate remarks against Villarreal." And, that thing, I ...... I'll eat two servings! ”

Arces opened his mouth, shocked by Correa's statement that he had to eat two portions of excrement, and after thinking about it, he nodded happily because he didn't care much about it.

"Then it's settled."

Correa had a confident smile on her face. Eating? Apologize? Think beautifully! He won this gamble! Valencia can't lose, hillbilly, can only be hillbilly forever!

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On the pitch, the home team players surrounded the referee, explaining and pleading, trying to change the referee's decision to award a penalty.

It was doomed to be in vain, and the referee's hand was still firmly pointed at the penalty spot, while also showing Mavuba a yellow card.

Mavuba didn't seem to hear it, just stood in place, his face was dazed, guilty, and lost with complex emotions.

He just wants to work hard, he wants to prove that he can help the team, he can not hold the team back, and he wants to take advantage of this starting opportunity to perform, but how did things come to this?

He knocked out his opponent and gave them a penalty that would have been a huge disaster for the team, perhaps the goal would have cost them the game and their hopes of getting back into the top four!

Mavuba didn't notice that the crystals in his eyes were already flickering, and he grabbed his hair with a pained expression.

A palm climbed up his shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that the young man with a cold face was looking at him with blazing eyes.

To say that Ma Wuba has a lot of fear of this "legendary boy" in the team, but at this moment, he actually has a sense of anticipation that he can't wait for the opponent to reprimand him fiercely, and even beat him, he feels that only in this way can he make his guilty feelings and alleviate some of them.

"Fan ......"

Mavuba's voice seemed to be crying.

It's just that to his surprise, Fan Bizhuang's anger did not appear in his imagination, Fan Bizhuang just patted him lightly on the shoulder, and then his tone was as cold as ever.

"Don't be stunned, Leo, get ready, let's get out."

Ma Wuba wanted to cry even more, and sure enough, Fan Bizhuang's senses for him were getting worse and worse, although he didn't reprimand himself, but he bluntly said that he wanted to end up by himself.

But he quickly reacted that even if Fan Bizhuang is an important figure in the team, he is not qualified to let his teammates leave the field. He looked at the sidelines, relieved, but also full of loss. It seems that Fan Bizhuang did not teach him a lesson, and he is still a little disappointed.

Off the field, the assistant coach stood there with Josico and Rossi, and the fourth official also held up the electronic sign with his number on it.

It was the coach who made the substitution, not Fan Bizhuang who wanted to kick him out.

But this result is not fundamentally different for him, whether it is the core of the team to see him unhappy, or the manager is dissatisfied with him, either of the two is enough to make his future life in the team gloomy.

Mavuba was dejected and ready to leave.

"Leo."

There was a voice behind him, it was Fan Bizhuang. Ma Wuba turned his head and saw the other man nodding at him.

"Don't take it too seriously, we can all feel your efforts and persistence. We are a team, we fight for glory together, we bear pain together, and don't forget, we are teammates. Rest assured, the game isn't over yet, and we won't necessarily lose! We will work hard, together with your share. ”

Ma Wuba finally felt the moist marks on his face, and he wanted to say something, Fan Bizhuang had already turned around and waved his hand, and gradually ran away.

The visitors were preparing to take the penalty and took advantage of the opportunity to make a substitution.

Hosiko and Rossi came on to replace the underperforming Mavuba and Nichart due to fitness problems. It was a substitution, but the young Rossi was more impactful, while Hosico was also consistent defensively, with one defending and one attacking, and with the opposition awarded a penalty, Villarreal had already signaled an onslaught.

The players don't accept a home defeat to a sworn enemy, and neither do the coaches!

After solidifying the midfield defence, they have to give it a go!

"I'm sorry, sir."

Mavuba, who walked off the field, whispered as he passed by Pellegrini. He originally thought that the manager would not give him a good face, but he didn't expect Pellegrini to take the initiative to reach out to him.

'Don't take it personally, Leo, you've worked hard enough, it's not entirely your responsibility to take the penalty. I think you'll do better if you are given enough time to adapt. ”

Mavuba raised his head, his eyes red. His teammates didn't blame him, Fan Bizhuang encouraged him and relieved him, and even the head coach still expressed his trust in him in these words.

Ma Wuba suddenly had a warm feeling, this feeling of being needed to be trusted, let him finally believe that he came here, it was really the right one, this is a warm family, everyone supports each other and encourages each other, his heart trembled slightly, he felt that he could only be worthy of the trust of the big guy through continuous efforts.

"I ...... I'll try. Mavuba nodded firmly.

Pellegrini nodded, and suddenly asked again: "What did Fan say to you?" ”

Ma Wuba was stunned for a moment, and then explained what Fan Bizhuang said to him when he was about to leave the game.

Pellegrini waved his hand and Mavuba returned to the bench.

Mr. Reuben, the assistant coach, exclaimed beside him: "Time is such a magical thing, it allows a person to learn more and understand more." Sir, I now understand why you had the confidence to establish Fan as a substitute captain in the first place, you have a really good eye, he is a little guy with real leadership potential. ”

"yes, I was amazed at his growth. Fan, has become more and more mature......"

Pellegrini looked at the teenager wearing the number 23 jersey in the field, and his heart was indescribably relieved and satisfied.

"By the way, Fan's performance today was very average, he was limited too much by his opponents. Sir, if you want to make some adjustments, Matthias is very flexible and maybe he can bring some fresh changes to the team. Mr. Ruben spoke again.

Pellegrini looked at Fernandes, who had returned to the bench after the warm-up, turned around and shook his head, "A really great player, he may not be able to play well in every game, but when the team needs him the most, he will definitely step up." If you can't even bear such a little pressure, then Fan's achievements will end here. I am sure that he will give a satisfactory answer. ”

His words are firm and his voice is confident, showing his fancy and endless expectations for Fan Bizhuang.

For Pellegrini, he can't be sure whether Van Bizhuang will have an amazing performance in this game, but every player on the field has his own meaning of existence. For some players who are different, their sense of existence is even more influential.

Maybe after Fernandez came on the field, he could bring some good changes to the team, but in terms of the impact on the team, ten Fernandes are not as good as the former, with Fan Bizhuang on the field, not only the players and fans feel at ease, but even he is more confident and confident.

That's the mental confidence that a superstar brings to the team. Fan Bizhuang is not a superstar now, but in this city, he is no worse than any superstar!

Mr. Reuben understood what his immediate boss meant, nodded, and said no more.

On the bench, Fernandez, who sat back down, patted his seat with an unhappy face and complained: "Why don't you replace me on the field, I'm confident that I can do better than that guy, really, isn't Mr. Manuel a bit nepotistic, he should actually give others more opportunities......"

Ma Wuba, who had just walked back to the bench, just heard this, and his face immediately changed, almost revealing a hideous action of gritting his teeth.

"If you dare to question Fan again, Matthias, believe me, I know you, my fist doesn't know you."

Fernandez's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Mavuba's vicious appearance not like a joke, he rolled his eyes helplessly, then turned his head and stopped talking.

He couldn't figure it out, why was everyone looking for that guy? It's just someone else, how can a few new players join the team at the same time as themselves, why do they all have such an attitude?

Could it be that guy really has such a great personality? Damn, why can't I feel it?

Fernandez, who was confused, suddenly had the feeling of beeping a dog......