"Mr. Wiltord, let's get started" Vincent deliberately ignored Pire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Le Maire then got up and began to adjust the footage, from the first shot of Wiltord being cut off after touching the ball, to the time when he was replaced by Vincent.

"Is there anything you'd like to add to that? Mr. Wiltord "Vincent asked Wiltord after the video was over, and saw that Wiltord still looked like I was acting very well, "Roger, in that case, come on." ”

Lemaire doesn't rub sand in his eyes, he is not used to anything wrong at all, and his tone is not harsh for Wiltor's education, but like a teacher correcting a student's wrong questions, Wiltord can always find a lot of problems every time he touches the ball, and finally Lemaire becomes more and more excited, and belittles Wiltord's performance as useless, completely a burden to the team, and a rat poop that spoils a good pot of soup.

Fan Shang felt that what Le Maire said was a bit excessive, but Fan Shang was already determined to rectify Wiltord, so he was not afraid of going too far.

The original disdainful expression on Wiltor's face began to change slowly, he didn't expect that his original performance was really so bad, Lemaire's every sentence was reasonable, which made Wiltord himself begin to waver, "Is it really a bad performance?" Wiltord muttered to himself repeatedly. But then he thought, "It's my teammates who didn't give me better support, yes, if I could have passed the ball to a better position, I would have scored." His face reverted to the rebellious and disdainful look he had just looked.

Fan Shang was still happy when he saw Wiltord's expression softened just now, this guy seemed to be able to be saved, but seeing him like this, his heart sank again. Wiltord seems to be unable to see the coffin and not cry, and not to die until the Yellow River. It's time to take a strong drug.

After Lemaire had commented on Wiltord's performance throughout the game, it was Vincent's turn, "Mr. Wiltord, do you think what Roger said just now is right?" ”

'No, no, no, it's not my fault, it's that the midfielder doesn't support me enough, if I had more chances, I would have scored.' Wiltord shook his hands, still refusing to admit that he had a problem with his performance in the last game.

"Okay, in that case, let's do an experiment" Vincent exhaled, he didn't actually want to get too stiff with Wiltord, "I'll give you three games, you go to the reserves, I'll let them pass you the ball in the game, give you opportunities, as long as you can score more than two goals in each of the three games, you will always be Bordeaux's striker for the rest of the season." ”

"You're going to let me go to the reserves?" Wiltord was incredulous

"It's not that you are sent to the reserves," Fan explained, "but you go to the reserves now and we do an experiment, which lasts for three games, and then no matter what the result is, you will return to the first team." The first team has a game mission, it is not suitable for experiments, the reserve team has no performance requirements, you go, I will let them rearrange the tactics for you, you can also participate, as long as you have a request we will meet you. ”

The most important thing is that if he can score two goals per game, he will become the main force in Bordeaux after that, and he doesn't have to go to Shevchenko and Papanbi, which makes him very tempted.

Vincent wanted Wiltord to agree, so he gave him a better future, "Don't forget, the World Cup in '98 was on our doorstep, and Roger and I were both coaches of the national team. ”

Le Maire glanced back at Vincent, he didn't expect Vincent to be so shameless and use such a title to fool the players. He knows that the selection of players and the formulation of tactics for the national team are all handled by Yakai, and he and Fan Shang can put forward opinions at most, and it depends on Yakai whether they accept it or not.

Fan Shangli ignored Lemaire and continued to stare at Wiltord. Wiltord originally came to Bordeaux, one because he could participate in European competitions, and the other reason was that Vincent fooled him into the national team. Hearing this, even the last straw that broke the camel in Wiltord's heart appeared, and he nodded.

Although Fan Shang was very happy that Wiltord agreed, but he didn't understand why Wiltord was so concerned about entering the national team, and after contacting him, Fan Shangke didn't find that Wiltord had any serious patriotic thoughts, and later learned that the reason was very simple, his agent often said in front of him that such and such a country would motivate him with such and such things as how much the player's annual salary was, which made Wiltord have an infinite yearning for the national team.

"Okay, you go to training today, and I'll take you to the reserve team when it's over." Fan Shang was very cheerful, and then gave Wiltord a gesture of please.

Wiltord shrugged his shoulders and got up to leave the room. Pi Lei, who had been keeping his head down next to him, also wanted to go out, but was stopped by Fan Shang's look.

"Robert, I'm disappointed in you" Fan Shang showed a sad mood, "Are you a year older than him, why are you like his younger brother?" Vincent pointed in the direction Wiltord was heading out.

Pire didn't speak, "Robert, your talent is definitely better than him, your ability is also stronger than him, I originally wanted you and Vicente to form the strongest left side in France, but what did you give me, especially in the last game." Do you need Roger to give you another pointer? ”

Piret shook his head, but still didn't speak. Fan Shang was really angry at this time, I told you so much, why didn't you react at all, whether you accept it or not, you say something! "Robert, are you going to the Paralympic Games now? But you have to think clearly, the Paralympics are blind football, not deaf football! ”

Pi Lei probably didn't expect Fan Shang to talk to him like this, raised his head and glanced at Fan Shang, wanting to speak, but his mouth snorted a few times, and he still didn't make a sound.

Fan Shang really felt unbearable, "Roger, do you know the contact information of the head coach of the Para National Team?" "Le Maire was just standing next to the play, but I didn't expect it to have anything to do with him," Roger

When Vincent called his name again, Lemaire finally reflected, "I don't know" He really didn't know how these people in professional football could care about these things.

"I don't know if I'm going to ask now, Imee, I'm going to ask your other friends, and in ten minutes I'd like you to find his contact details, and I have a great player here to recommend him." Although Vincent was talking to Le Maire, his eyes were fixed on Pire, and Vincent really wanted Piret to explode now.

Le Maire nodded helplessly, and then walked out of the conference room, pretending to do what Fan Shang ordered. Now there are only two people left in the room, and Fan Shang is ready to have a good relationship with Pi Lei.

"Robert, you were a cheerful and sunny boy when you first came, why are you like this now?" Fan Shang's feeling now is that he hates iron but not steel. "Tell me why, Robert, you are different from Wiltord, I can give up on him, but I really value you."

Vincent is an absolute pragmatist, Piret and Wiltord are not in the same position, he said this purely because Pire's current position he has no other excellent candidates to replace, and the forward position, although Vincent does not have many choices, but Wiltord is certainly not the only one.

Piret listened to what Fan Shang said but was a little moved, he finally raised his head and looked at Fan Shang with an inquiring eye. Of course Fan Shang won't say, I don't have anyone else to choose your position, you have to give me a good kick, if you pick a pick, I will be paralyzed on the left side.

Fan Shang met Pire's gaze, looked at him firmly, and added a nodding motion. Piret finally spoke, and in the end the reason was so simple that it was a little difficult to speak.

It turned out that after Pire came to Bordeaux, he didn't have many friends, and occasionally Wiltord sent a hero post to invite his teammates to go clubbing, Pire may have been a little depressed, so he really accepted the invitation, and the people who went were actually sitting in Wiltord's car. Before the last game, Wiltord specially asked Pireth to pass more passes in the game, so that Wiltord scored and Pire had assists, and both of them performed in Europe.

In fact, Piret is a family man, but his wife Nasseret is a TV producer and has not followed Piret to Bordeaux now, so Piret will go out with a few fox friends and dogs in Wiltord.

"OK, Robert, I see," Fan Shang clapped his hands, "do you want to continue like this now, or do you want to draw a line with them and go back to the training ground to prove yourself?" ”

"Boss, I want to keep playing," Piret whispered

"Okay, no problem, but not in the next game. You need to double down on your efforts from now on and let me see your attitude in training, you understand? Fan Shang said

Piret nodded, "Then when can I play?" ”

"As I said, it depends on your training, and if you can satisfy me, I think it will be soon."

"Okay, boss, I know how." Pire's eyes at this time had become more and more determined from the trance just now.

"Then let's go to training" Vincent stood up, Piret following him. "Robert, I've been asking François to keep an eye out for a job for Nasseret, I think it will keep your attention on the pitch."

Piret didn't expect Fan Shang to suddenly bring up this matter, Piret actually wanted Serena to come with him, but Serena had a little strong woman temperament, and she couldn't let go of Maze's work, so she didn't come with Pire.

François had a lot of roads, and Fan Shang directly handed over the matter to him without his consent.