Time went back to three days ago, and Laqinhuo, who was full of wine and food, walked around the courtyard with You Mo in his arms.

It was getting late, and the two of them were hooking shoulders and backs quite unorthodox.

"Tell me, what's your trick to attracting girls?"

The Brazilian burped and threw questions.

"What do you think?" You Mo never answered this kind of egg-hurting question, so he asked rhetorically.

"Well, probably, I think about it. Looks, impossible, you're not as handsome as me! Height, that's not right, I'm 3 centimeters taller than you! Fame and money, not to mention that, when you have three girlfriends, you are still mixed with the domestic youth team."

The chattering guy was interrupted by Yumo.

"Nonsense, why aren't you as handsome!"

"Don't interrupt, seriously, why are you so popular, in addition to women, you are also in the team!" Latchenjo let go of him, looking puzzled.

"Sincerely."

A crisp voice sounded behind him, attracting the attention of the two. Catherine Shi Shiran walked over, with a smile on her lips, her eyes ignoring the Brazilian next to her, and aimed directly at Youmo.

"Other than that, I really can't think of any reason for two women like this to be willing to marry him at the same time."

The ball was passed to Lu Wei, and Lachenhuo breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the figure that quickly passed by him in a daze.

No long flowing hair, no broad shoulders, no explosive muscular head, simple, ordinary.

In the eyes of South Americans, sincerity means being straightforward and never lying. But this guy is bold and omnipresent, there is no psychological burden within the rules, and those outside the rules will not dare to think or do it, and the ideas in his head will never be able to be guessed lightly.

Such a guy. Is it sincere?

Perhaps, the sincerity is just a heart, and the expression is a little strange.

In the frontcourt, the five-on-five battle is nearing its end.

Lu Wei took the ball on the left side, and after successfully breaking through, he began to walk in the direction of the ball to the middle. Before the defender formed a trap, a nudge of the outside of his left foot allowed Kuka, who was inserted at high speed, to take the ball!

Americans have a large open area for galloping, a free-spirited personality that accelerates, starts, stops, and changes direction with a flexible movement table. Shake off!

It was only when he came to the edge of the small penalty area that he stopped, and in the face of the tall frontal defender, he gave the ball to Sheri in the corner of the penalty area on the left with a light kick with his left foot.

The 32-year-old veteran was not in a hurry at all, his body carried the harassment behind him, and when he waited for the red back to quickly approach, he nudged with extremely accurate kicks. gave You Mo a chance to get home comfortably.

Barak, who is usually supposed to be in this position, served as a backdrop this time. The acceleration on the right flank only attracted one of the opposing defenders.

It's just that the long-range shot of the right-footed blast without changing the soup is really confusing.

Has this guy been giving up such opportunities to his teammates!!

This suspicion was raised by reporters at the press conference after the match, and they were desperate for an affirmative answer.

As a result, all I could do was shake my head after making a grimace.

Journalists are clearly not the only ones who have such doubts. That night, Barak came to Lu Wei Yumo's room, but he couldn't find anyone, and wanted to go back to the room directly, but was stopped by Rachinho in the hallway.

Frankly. The two don't know each other very well.

The Brazilian is a bit clever, and he has always had some colored glasses on the guys who have quickly moved to the core of the team to see what is different.

"Don't look for it, I should have gone out with the boss." Rachinho glanced at Barak, who was still looking around, and after speaking out to stop him, his face was a little hesitant.

"Are you looking for me, chatting? Still is? Barak hesitated as well, his shoulders shrunk as the cold wind blew through the aisle.

"Let's have a drink." Rachinho made up her mind and stepped forward to put her arms around his shoulders.

"Where?"

"I had it in my room. Rest assured, low-alcohol rum, not on the top. ”

"Oh, good."

The two sat down in the room, and after chatting casually, the alcohol came to their heads with a relaxed mood.

"At the press conference, do you think Mo's answer is true?"

Barak still couldn't hold back, and threw out the answer that he had held back in his heart. Then, I don't know if it's because of the nervousness or the effect of alcohol, my heart starts to beat faster.

"Who knows, that guy."

Latchinho's answer hung in the air, floating.

"If it weren't for me, he probably wouldn't be that far behind Elber!" Barak hung his head, grabbed the bottle from the table, and filled it for himself.

"He probably doesn't want to see you like this." Latchenho did not stop him, but also raised his glass and did not touch it.

"I probably, in my lifetime, will not be able to reach the same height as him." Barak blushed, his tongue knotted a little, and said with a wry smile.

"yes, maybe he can surpass him on the court, no one off the court is his opponent." Latchenho was obviously a better drinker, his face was slightly red, and his voice remained unchanged. After sighing lightly, he continued: "You have your direction, you have a path that is more suitable for you, and you don't have to demand yourself with his height. ”

"I thought that good people were real guys who could directly feel a piece of kindness."

"yes, I always thought that sincere guys shouldn't lie!"

"The world is too big, and we're still too young."

The same curiosity Rehhagel has. However, an old man who has lived for most of his life will not ask directly like a young man.

After dinner with Heathfield, the trio drove back to the hotel.

"How are you going to talk to Barak?"

Rehhagel looked out the window, lightly touched Youmo next to him with his arm, and asked casually.

"What's the matter?"

You Mo looked at the old man in disguise with a painful face.

"Because of his savings, you gave up the competition for the top scorer." Rehhagel couldn't hold back and turned his head with a smile.

"He's tougher than me!" You Mo continued to plead, looking at Lu Wei, who turned his head in the passenger seat.

"You are NO1 and should have unlimited firing rights. He's the best scorer, and you can do the same! Rehhagel's face turned grim. There was a glint of confidence in his wide-eyed eyes.

"This guy has always been like this, when he was in the national junior team, he had more assists than me." Lu Wei turned his head away with disdain, as if the two were idiots about the issues they discussed.

"Well, it seems to have been intentional. I also have a question for you, about Rachinho. ”

"The Brazilian was rejected by the girl. The reason is that the acting is too good. ”

"Oh, it seems to be very touching."

"Yes, the daughter of a rich family, of course, what she pursues is feeling."

"Well, the Brazilian is just a little bit clever with the bastards on the pitch, and he doesn't have a bad heart."

"Yes."

Rehhagel took the two to meet Heathfield, apparently more than just to make contact.

In a game like this, if there is no good communication, the anger on the pitch will be carried off the field. In the future, it will have a far-reaching impact.

For professional managers, this kind of communication is part of the job, sometimes it is mediocre, sometimes it is unimaginable.

Competitive sports are no longer ivory towers, and in the face of huge fame and fortune, there will always be unscrupulous guys who deliberately exaggerate the words and deeds of their opponents. Ignite the anger of hatred in the hope of gaining great momentum.

It's the opponent on the field. Friends off the pitch are the ideal state in every manager's mind. Even if you are unwilling, sometimes you will put down your shelf and accept the other party's kindness, whether true or false.

This kind of communication is similar to small talk with a clear purpose in the pie. In the case of keeping a certain distance from each other, the common topic of guò. It is enough to reach a certain consensus, and there is no need to open up and talk about the whole night.

After all, no matter how friendly you are off the court, you are still the opponent on the court!

But. Good intentions were eventually ruined by a certain guy.

'I heard that when you were 30 years old, you started working towards a manager.

After the meal, while chatting, Yumo took the initiative to speak, and the target was Heathfield.

"Yes. I started my career and my coaching career in Switzerland, where the competition is not as fierce as in Germany, and accordingly, the position of head coach is a little easier to obtain. The owner of the bumblebee was obviously a little surprised, but his tone was still very calm.

"What kind of challenge did you choose to take such a path when you still have a long way to go in your career?" Yumo's questions followed.

"I should see my true strengths." Heathfield lifted his chin lightly and looked to the upper left, as if there was a video to recall, "I was very popular in the team at that time, many people, including the core players in the team, coaches, and staff, were very willing to communicate with me, and they gave me a more consistent evaluation, 'No matter what kind of personality people are, they can get positive power from Otmar'." It made me aware of my strengths, and with four years to go before I retired, I started preparing for the managerial position. ”

"Such a young manager, even in Switzerland, there will be a lot of surprises!" You Mo looked fascinated, completely ignoring Lu Wei's urging eyes next to him, and Rehhagel's helpless and curious gaze.

"Of course, there is no shortage of criticism. But fortunately, competitive sports rely on results, and in the end, I still managed to stand firm. Heathfield began to talk about it, forgetting the time in general, and continued to sigh, "It's the same in Germany, in the first year I took over Dortmund, I was ridiculed by the media very badly. Some talk about career, some talk about age, and some go too far, laughing at me from personality, thinking that I am not tough enough and too gentle! ”

"Please, I just haven't played a player before, how can I use words to describe a woman to describe a 42-year-old middle-aged man!"

You Mo nodded violently, and asked by the way, "Now, the guys under your command are convinced of you!" ”

"Of course." Heathfield raised his chin and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Although I am 10 years younger than your head coach, in their minds, they regard me as both a teacher and a friend!" ”

"Did you give them the one they needed to start preparing to be a head coach at the age of 30?"

Yumo's unthinking question made Heathfield stunned.

After a long time, the self-muttering answer slowly sounded.

"yes, why not? Why haven't you thought about it? (To be continued......)