Enrique didn't notice the incident on the training pitch as he was surrounded by a group of staff and assistant coaches. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Is this true, Luis? I couldn't believe what I saw today! ”

"How did you find out? Fan has been here for many years, but no one knows that he is actually ...... There is such an outstanding passing skill! ”

"You're amazing, Luis! Tell us that none of this is an accident, it's all true! Fan is really a genius who can pass on such wonderful accuracy! ”

The assistants asked impatiently, each with a look of shock on their faces, and a flame called inquiry flashed in each of their eyes.

In the face of the flood of inquiries, Enrique did not mention the smugness in his heart, this feeling of discovering the pearl in the big waves made him feel refreshed.

Instead of answering the assistants' questions, he waved his hand to stop and called one of the assistant coaches: "Tito." ”

This assistant named Tito is the assistant coach who used to distribute vests to the young players, and his full name is Tito. Villanova, a middle-aged man with a handsome face, heard the head coach call himself, Villanova immediately stepped forward and handed over a game record in his hand.

It's a simple handwritten dossier of the players' performance on the pitch and stats. A lot of times, what the eye sees isn't true, but the numbers don't lie, and the best way to assess a player's form is the data.

Vilanova is a taciturn, extremely rigorous coach, and his file is densely packed with handwritten statistics, behind each player's name, the number of shots, passes, tackles, one by one. The handwriting is a little sloppy, and I think it's because there are too many things to record and the time is a little tight, so I don't care about the handwriting.

Enrique nodded, satisfied with such a meticulous record, did not speak, quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand, and when he found a familiar name, his eyes lit up, and then he stopped and browsed intently.

"Twenty-one passes, thirteen successes, uh, that's a bit low...... Of the thirteen successful passes, two were direct assists, and the others were no small threats...... Well, there's a little less running distance, right...... The number of defensive successes, zero? OMG...... Successful breakthrough, zero ...... Ahem, it's not a question of success or failure, this guy doesn't seem to have a conscious breakthrough once......"

Enrique looked at it, but his brow couldn't help but furrow. After a long time, he closed the book and exhaled softly, and it was only at this time that his excitement finally calmed down completely.

Through this record, Enrique clearly found that it is true that Fan Bizhuang has shown a unique talent in passing, but this does not hide his shortcomings elsewhere.

After all, in the professional arena, it is impossible for opponents to ignore you and let you pass the ball as you please, and if you can't pass a good ball in the presence of interference, it is still a good pass. The opponent is not stupid enough to give you the space to get up and pass the ball with ease.

"There is still a long way to go!"

Enrique sighed softly. He suddenly found that it was not ordinarily difficult to transform Fan Bizhuang, a "football scumbag", into a pearl that could truly shine.

But because of this, he is full of expectations, the more difficult the more challenging, isn't it?

"I know what you're trying to say, what you're trying to ask, but there's no need for that. Fan does have an unknown good side, but his shortcomings are just as obvious. You all have records in your hands, you should have read them, so you should have your own judgment in your hearts, Fan does have potential worth cultivating, but as far as it seems now, he is still too far away. Enrique waved his hand again, masking the questions his assistants wanted to ask, "Alright, let's disperse first!" ”

The expressions of the coaches were a little dazed, but the leaders of the reserve team had spoken, and the assistant coaches could only reluctantly disperse with endless doubts.

Vilanova didn't leave because his book of records was still in Enrique's hands, and he knew very well that it was a deliberate act by the manager, presumably because there was something else to explain.

"What do you think, Tito?"

When Ren was almost gone, Enrique asked softly as he returned the booklet to Vilanova.

"Very good, very good." Villanova's expression was serious, "The data in the archives will not deceive, but Fan's actual performance is not as bad as you say. He's good passing, very good, spiritual, thoughtful and very accurate. ”

"You found out too?" Enrique's eyes flashed, but he didn't feel the slightest surprise.

In his coaching team, Vilanova can be regarded as a very different existence, he does not talk much, he rarely has much communication with other colleagues, he just likes to silently complete every task assigned to him by the team, and do his own thing conscientiously.

In a way, Villanova and Fan Bizhuang have a certain similarity, both of them are taciturn, and they don't pay too much attention to the things around them, they will do their own things well, and other things have nothing to do with me.

But Enrique is well aware that Vilanova is actually a very talented and thoughtful coach, he has a very unique vision, and his understanding of things is often different from others, so Enrique values this deputy very much and is willing to listen to him more.

His personal relationship with Villanova is not bad, after all, he can even handle Fan Bizhuang, not to mention that the degree of indifference is not as good as that of Fan Bizhuang's Villanova. It can be said that in Fan Bizhuang, Enrique has accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with people who are not familiar with the world.

Bilanova knew what Enrique's problem was referring to, and he nodded solemnly: "Being able to pay attention to the advance of his teammates when passing the ball shows that he has a good ball quotient and is very observant, if it is not like this, he will not be able to control Kolkic's habits and running position...... He is very good at camouflage, and when everyone thinks it is harmless, his pass can kill with one blow...... He's fast, and in today's fight, although he didn't take the initiative to break through, I also watched the last match, and I firmly believe that this will become one of his most powerful weapons in the future......"

After rambling on and on, Vilanova trayed out the results of his observations, and finally he smiled abruptly: "He's still a very interesting person, or he has a clear distinction between public and private, and that's where he is smart, Kolkic is known to have conflicts with him, but he still sends passes and assists to the other side...... I find this guy more and more interesting, why didn't I find such an interesting little guy in the reserve team before? ”

"So that's why you're an assistant coach and I'm the head coach." Enrique teased his friend, the smugness on his face was undisguised, and he pointed to his eyes, "My eyes are so wise that even I am afraid of myself......"

"......" Vilanova didn't expect that Enrique, who has always been serious, would suddenly come to such a sentence shamelessly, rolled his eyes, and continued, "Of course, Fan's shortcomings, or weaknesses, are countless, the basic foundation is not solid enough, it is very problematic in the confrontation link, and the team consciousness is not ...... enough."

There are a lot of them, but this time all he pointed out were Fan Bizhuang's shortcomings. But this does not hinder his interest and confidence in Fan Bizhuang: "Although there are many problems, as long as there is time, all this can be changed. ”

Speaking of this, Villanova paused for a moment, and then bluntly said: "He is a genius, a real alternative genius!" ”

"Genius?" Enrique muttered, nodded, and shook his head, "Looks like you're looking out for him, Tito." However, there are too many geniuses in this world, and if you can't walk more firmly and smoothly in the future, it will only be a momentary meteor. ”

Villanova didn't respond, just looked at his friend and immediate boss fixedly, knowing that Enrique had something to say next.

"Tito, this future genius is in your hands." Enrique waved his hand and turned to leave, "You should know how to do it." ”

"No problem, Luis."

Villanova nodded unexpectedly.

He turned his head and looked at the training ground, which was gradually empty, where a figure was busy without hurry, and beside him, a large dog was running around happily.

Looking at the man and the dog, Villanova suddenly smiled.

"What a different guy."