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Barcelona coach Frank. Rijkaard stood on the sidelines, looking at the players on the field who were undergoing simple adaptation training, his face full of gloom.

When Ronaldinho received the ball, he couldn't help slipping under his feet, barely allowing himself to not fall, and passed the football with difficulty, but he lost his head a little, and Eto'o had to speed up to chase the ball.

With such an acceleration, the African cheetah seemed to be drunk, unsteady on its feet, and slid directly to the ground.

“MD！ These bastards! What is this trying to do? They do this, and there is not a shred of sportsmanship! ”

Seeing this, Rijkaard shook his fist angrily and shouted angrily.

This is not an isolated phenomenon, during these more than ten minutes of training, his players are obviously a little clumsy in their actions on the field, and they slip from time to time. He went to the field to feel it himself, and found that there was a lot of stagnant water on the turf, although it was not much, but the turf was slippery enough, and if he was not careful, or once he used too much force, it was easy to lose his center of gravity.

This made Rijkaard extremely dissatisfied. Barcelona are a team known for their passing and receiving of the ball, and their strengths lie in their continuous running, fast passing, using the combination of passing and receiving to mobilize opponents, and finding opportunities. However, the turf is so slippery that it will greatly hinder the players' performance, and in this kind of field conditions, it is extremely difficult to control the football and the strength of passing and receiving the ball.

This is simply "digging a hole" for your own team!

"Conspiracy! This is the conspiracy of Chi Guoguo! In order to deal with us, he even came up with such a trick, which is so shameless and infuriating! ”

Rijkaard yelled again with a calm face, and then went to the head of the stadium in a rage.

The staff did not find it, but found the assistant coach of Villarreal. At that time, the coach named Ruben was not far away and looked at the Barcelona players who kept slipping on the field.

"Isn't it funny, Mr. Coach?"

Rijkaard stepped closer, his tone low and angry.

"It's you, Mr. Frank." Mr. Ruben turned his head, ignoring the other man's unhappy look, he waved his hand, and said, "I think you must have seen it wrong, I didn't laugh." Actually, I'm just passing through here, you know, there's a lot of things that require a little character like me to run errands, and I didn't mean to be here to spy on your training......"

On the football field, even if an opponent wants to spy on the military, it is done in private, secretly, so openly, it is a bit of a violation of the rules. After all, a lot of times, some teams will do some hole card training, but they don't want their opponents to know.

Mr. Ruben hurriedly explained that he didn't want to make a taboo and let others misunderstand.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!"

Rijkaard hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched, pretending, you continue to pretend to me? After spilling so much water on the pitch, you still say that you didn't come here to see our jokes, who would believe it? You guys, you guys are really shameless enough, in order to win, you really do anything that lacks morality!

Mr. Ruben looked at him suspiciously, with an inexplicable expression, an expression that I really don't know what you were talking about.

Rijkaard was even more angry, and his tone couldn't help but raise a lot: "I mean, the conditions here are so bad, don't you think there's too much water on the turf?" You did it on purpose......"

Before the words fell, the coach on the other side showed a sudden look and waved his hand to interrupt his unfinished words: "Oh, Mr. Frank was talking about this." I'm really sorry, but in the morning, the course staff accidentally broke the faucet while maintaining the turf, so ...... But don't worry, Mr. Frank, in fact, that's what I'm here for. You see......"

Mr. Ruben pointed to a short distance away where several repairmen in Villarreal overalls were standing, carrying repair kits.

"On behalf of the club, I apologize for the inconvenience, but we will repair the venue as soon as your training session is over."

Mr. Ruben was kind enough to admit the club's negligence and say that repairs would be made soon.

Rijkaard was a little speechless, everyone else has such an attitude, what else can he say? can only be speechless.

At the same time, he looked at the other party suspiciously, and muttered in his heart: Is he really wrong to blame the other party? Was it just an accident? The opponent did not have the heart to use a little trick?

Thinking like this, Rijkaard's anger dissipated most of the time, although the purpose of training may not be achieved, but the matter has come to this point, he has nothing to say, can only hope that when the game comes, the field conditions can return to the original.

"Maintain it as soon as possible. I hope it will be a good game in the evening. ”

Rijkaard dropped the sentence and turned away.

Behind him, Mr. Ruben smiled brightly: "Of course, believe me, Mr. Frank, this is going to be a great game!" ”

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It was 8 p.m., and the Love Song Stadium had been full an hour earlier, and the 30,000-seat live stands had long been occupied by enthusiastic fans.

The people of the town cheered and roared from the stands, singing the folk songs that belonged to the town over and over again.

"Ha, although the stadium is small, the atmosphere here is really good."

In the stands not far from the stadium, Pablo stood, shouting along with the fans at the scene. His daughter, Little Luna, rode around his neck and danced with her father, muttering songs she had never heard before.

"Brother Fan! Brother Fan! ”

Suddenly, little Luna looked excited, and her arms shook harder. Under the stands, players from Van Bizhuang and Villarreal have taken to the pitch.

"Oh oh, little Luna, your idol Brother Fan is out!"

Pablo laughs and lifts little Luna higher, and the little girl screams harder, as if trying to get the attention of her idol.

Fan Bizhuang didn't hear Pablo and Little Luna shouting, but he still saw the father and daughter, who were seated not far from the stadium and in the corner of the home team's fan stand. Fan Bizhuang often looked in this direction, and when he looked up, he saw the father and daughter dancing in front of him.

And at this look, Fan Bizhuang just smiled. Pablo wore a Barcelona away kit, while Luna Jr. wore a yellow No. 23 home team shirt.

's father is a Barcelona fan, and his daughter is his own fan, I really don't know if when little Luna grows up, she will just get up with her father and quarrel over who to support.

The fans around the stands also saw the father and daughter with different positions, some let out a good-natured laugh, and some waved at the little girl and shouted: "Fan! Fan!! Fan!!! ”

The little girl grabbed her father's hair with one hand and waved it with the other, shouting in response: "Brother Fan will win!" Brother Fan is the best! ”

Immediately, there was laughter all around.

Fan Bizhuang waved his hand in the direction of Little Luna, and the little girl shouted in excitement.

"Brother Fan! Brother Fan! You're going to win! You have to win! ”

I don't know if Fan Bizhuang can really hear it, he just smiled again, and then turned around and began to warm up with his teammates on the field.

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Mr. Ruben was whispering to his colleague when he looked up and saw a gloomy cheek staring at him hatefully.

"Ah, ha, it's you, Mr. Frank." Mr. Ruben was stunned for a moment, then smiled in a friendly manner.

"That's what you said, you're going to solve the problem of the venue as soon as possible?"

Rijkaard's hands pointed to the pitch with indignant hands, and his players, as before, slipped and fell to the ground from time to time.

Mr. Ruben finally understood where the other party's anger was coming from, and he waved his hand apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Frank, we did maintain the stadium, but the effect was mediocre. However, it doesn't seem to be too much of a problem, at least the game is going on normally. ”

"Is this still called no problem? The turf is so slippery, how does this allow my players to play properly? That's what you're talking about repairs? Tell me, what's the difference between this and the previous site conditions? ”

Mr. Ruben made a helpless gesture: "It really doesn't make much difference. But Mr. Frank, I said we'd do the repairs, but I didn't say we would be able to do them, right? ”

Rijkaard was angry and looked at the other party speechless, apparently Mr. Reuben's "shamelessness" startled him.

"Of course, the effect is still there, at least there will be no more problems with the faucet."

"If there is no problem with the faucet, why is there so much water on the turf? Why is the venue still so slippery? Rijkaard asked.

"That's what you say...... "Mr. Ruben smiled and said as a matter of course, "after the repair, it is natural to maintain the site again." As you know, we are a small club, so we naturally cherish our own venue more, so ...... We watered it again......"

“……”

Rijkaard's eyes widened, pointing at the other man, a little angry and speechless.

"Good! Very good! ”

"You're amazing!"

At this time, Rijkaard didn't know that he was being put on a swing by Villarreal. But at this moment, he was also helpless, glared at the other party hatefully, and left angrily.

A smile appeared on Mr. Reuben's face again, and then he shook his head: "In order to win, Mr. Ruben's tricks are really endless!" ”