"This is what you call a genius, Conterres?"

In the match between Barcelona and Real Sociedad, Rustor only watched for more than ten minutes before losing interest in continuing to watch. Real Sociedad www.biquge.info did well in this game, as evidenced by their 2-0 lead over Barcelona, but that wasn't the point, as Rusto wasn't here to cheer on their city rivals.

He had come here with a mission from the manager, Mr. Esnar, to observe the genius known as Van Bizhuang that Molina had solemnly recommended to the club.

But now it seems that it is not what he expected, what a genius is completely a ****, the confrontation is not good, the passing is not good, and even the reaction is slow or something, a complete "drag oil bottle".

He is not a professional football coach, but after working for a professional football club for so many years, this vision is still there, in his eyes, Fan Bizhuang's performance in the first half is not enough to be described as terrible, and it can even be said to be a disaster, such a guy can also be called a genius?

Don't be funny, compared to him, several of his teammates, such as the young Barcelona player named Kolkic, are more in line with the standards of genius!

In the face of Rusto's undisguised ridicule and ridicule, Molina just grimaced and did not speak.

He didn't refute it, because the facts were right in front of him, and Fan Bizhuang's performance was indeed poor.

But he still sticks to his own judgment, professional players have their own highs and lows, let alone young players who have not yet taken shape. And after an initial shock, Molina found the reason for Van Bizhuang's poor performance - yes, the little guy who did well on the training ground is just not adapted to the formal professional scene.

Come to think of it, Fan Bizhuang has never had the experience of the youth league, and it is not normal for him to start for the first time and not adapt to the rhythm of the game?

Molina was silent for a moment, then said: "Probably the first time he played in a professional game, he hasn't fully adapted yet, if I give him time, I want to ......"

"Give him time?" Rusto, knowing what Molina was trying to say, scoffed at it, "How much time?" If he can't adapt for the rest of his life, then do we have to wait for him for the rest of our lives? Ha, dear 'Detective Molina', as hurtful as it sounds, I want to say that this guy is just a bunch of ****, that's all, I don't think I should continue to waste time on this pile of ****. ”

"You ......"

Molina's face showed irrepressible anger, and Rusto's words were not only insulting Fan Bizhuang, but also insulting him, which was the biggest question and denial of his ability to work.

"Goodbye, Mr. Contráres."

Rusto, however, didn't even glance at the angry Molina, stood up, straightened his suit, and turned to leave.

"What a disappointing half. Well, I won't accompany you, Mr. Conterres, and you can continue to enjoy the performance of the genius you call it. ”

Looking at the figure of the other party gradually disappearing into the corner of the stands, Molina's clenched fist slowly loosened, but he sighed heavily and leaned back on the seat tiredly.

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At half-time, Fan Bizhuang walked into the locker room in silence.

He felt that his performance in the game was a mess and useless, and he couldn't figure out why, even in training and intra-team performance, half of it was not as good.

He obviously felt that he had no problem and was very powerful, but he just couldn't do it. This made him feel extremely distressed.

Van Bizhuang thought he would be criticized by Enrique or ridiculed by Villanova, but he didn't. His teammates didn't complain to him, perhaps because of his reputation as a "violent maniac", or for some other reason.

Enrique approached him and asked him to be more aggressive in the second half: "You know what your biggest weapon is, but in the first half you seem to have been helping Lauren defensively? Don't waste too much energy on this, you just keep going, and then passing! Got it, Fan? ”

Fan Bizhuang's indifferent face was a little embarrassed.

Enrique told him this before the game, his main task is to attack, as for assisting his teammates in defense, that is only incidental, if you can, you can share a little bit of defensive work, if not, it doesn't matter.

But in fact, after finding that he had no strength but could not use it, Fan Bizhuang rarely moved forward, he was used to staying near the midfield, his teammates passed the ball to him, and he quickly handed the football back. All that's left is to keep running back and contribute to the team's defense.

It didn't work well because he was worse defensively than he was on offense today.

Fan Bizhuang didn't want to admit it, but it was the case, and he was a little evasive about the question. Knowing that something was wrong, he began to deliberately avoid pressing the attack, because his performance did not help the team in any way, which left him at a loss.

"It's not like you at all."

When he was about to re-enter the game, Vilanova appeared in front of Fan Bizhuang, his voice was calm, but the corners of his mouth were clearly curled.

Fan Bizhuang knew that Bilanova was laughing at him, he glanced at the other party coldly, and walked out of the locker room without saying a word.

Enrique walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "You know what his problem is, but you don't give him some advice and advice, and even stimulate him, I have to say, Tito, I noticed that you seem to have a mocking aura on your head." ”

Villanova grinned and smiled, "Mockery is also a means of motivation, and he eats it." ”

Enrique shrugged helplessly and laughed along.

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Vilanova's taunts did have some effect, but the effect wasn't very obvious, but at least Van Bizhuang became much more positive in his approach to the game.

Of course, positive is positive, but his performance is still disastrous.

He obeyed the manager's instructions and no longer focused on defence, but in the middle of the field, and when he got the ball, he either sprinted forward with the ball or passed it directly with his feet.

It seems to be very decisive, but the purpose of the pass is a little blind, and his few teammates in the front court have actually received his pass only a handful of times.

And that feeling of not being able to make a force still stayed with him, and on several occasions, in order to ensure the accuracy of his passes, Fan Bizhuang looked up to observe the movement of his teammates while adjusting, but the opponent quickly rushed over, either squeezing him away or cutting his ball away from his feet.

It's as if he's a slow reaction, and he's lagging behind everywhere.

Molina, who was left alone, looked at and shook his head from the stands, this was not the Van Bizhuang he was familiar with, looking clumsy, as if he didn't know how to play.

"Well, sure enough......"

Vilanova groaned, while Enrique shook his head and said, "Sure what? Alas, his offensive performance is simply unsightly, Tito, is this really the fan we are familiar with? I'm doubting my decision now, maybe we shouldn't have brought him to the ring so early, and I'm worried about whether he's going to collapse after such a big blow. ”

"His knowledge of professional football is still too shallow, if not any. He was completely unaccustomed to the rhythm and habits of professional football. Villanova kept writing and marking in his little notebook, and what he said seemed to be both explaining to Enrique and talking to himself.

"Are you sure you still need to use more games to gain experience?" Enrique asked again.

"Yes, he's played too little professionally, and this should be his first official game." Vilanova nodded and said seriously, "He's a very smart player who is good at summarizing, as long as he is given time and more games to play, he will find problems and correct them." Trust me and believe him, Louis. ”

"Of course."

Enrique shrugged noncommittally. "I'm looking forward to the change of Fan in the near future, the ugly duckling turning into a beautiful white swan? It's exciting to think about! ”

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Fan Bizhuang's performance was miserable, but unexpectedly, he still played the whole game, and the head coach used up three substitutions, but Fan Bizhuang still stayed on the field.

In the end, Barcelona lost the game with a score of 1-3, and it was Bojan who scored the team's consolation goal, and he has been getting better and better in this Barcelona reserve team, especially when the team's overall record is poor, and he is always able to score goals, which makes him look a little different.

Fan Bizhuang didn't pay attention to Bojan, who was surrounded by young players like a star-studded moon, he just gasped for breath as he walked off the field. He also felt that he was acting like a ****, you must know that in the past in training and team competitions, his physical fitness is the best, and he will not feel much after a full day of training sessions. But now, he actually felt tired...... He couldn't figure out why this was happening.

Fan Bizhuang's face was very ugly, although his teammates and coaches did not throw strange looks at him, but he still felt a little embarrassed.

The guys who were not as good as him in training performed better than him in the game, which made him a little unacceptable on the outside, but proud and sensitive on the inside.

So he was silent, ignoring anyone, and even pushed away the clean towel handed to him by the staff, just walking forward alone.

"Don't give up, Fan. Believe in yourself and you'll be the best! ”

There was such a loud roar from the stands not far away, over and over again, as if he was afraid that Fan Bizhuang would not hear it, and kept repeating it.

Fan Bizhuang looked up and saw Molina with two fists and an open mouth yelling.

"Are you here to laugh at me? Neuropathy! ”

Fan Bizhuang just glanced at it, turned around, and continued walking.

Only Molina, who was still in the stands, was messy in the wind.