Chapter 17: Hungry and thirsty Reeves
The two commentators on the broadcast seat pointed out the country, the two teams on the field competed for the country, after the whistle sounded, there was no slightest temptation, as long as the two sides grabbed the ball, they quickly pushed through the half, directly attacked the hinterland of the opponent, and the danger in front of the goal of both sides continued. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Obviously, the intentions of the coaches of the two teams are the same, they all want to open the situation as soon as possible, just after the offseason, the players have not fully entered the state, it is impossible to maintain a high level of competition throughout the game, after the opening, they all plan to use the momentum of the players for the new season, grab a wave of attack, who opens the situation first, and then you can close the kick, calmly run in, and adapt to the new season.
Heaven did not favor either side, both teams were about the same luck, in less than 30 minutes, the score was already 1:1, each side scored a goal, each with a goalpost. Summer transfer Da Cheroux opened the scoring for Rennes and a minute later Lille equalised with an own goal from Keita.
It's just that all this on the field has nothing to do with Reeves, who was on the bench in this game.
Reeves, who was sitting next to the assistant coach, was in a good mood, and with the Champions League this season, plus domestic cups and leagues, he had a lot of opportunities to play.
It was expected that he would play as a substitute today, and Reeves was not dissatisfied, after all, he had only played one professional game before, and it was not enough to sit firmly in the main team. I also know in my heart that he can't replace the position of last season's goalscorer Wang Odem Winji in the team in a short time, but he is confident in himself that there is always a chance for him to take the position after such a long season.
However, I think so, but the feeling of sitting on the sidelines and watching others play is really not a wonderful feeling. After watching the players compete for each other on the floor, Reeves couldn't sit still, leaned out, looked past the assistant coach, and cast his expectant gaze on the head coach Puel, who was sitting at the end of the seat, for several minutes.
Puel ignored it, apparently swept his gaze over the bench a few times, and actively ignored Reeves' eager gaze.
Originally, Puel planned to start this game and increase Reeves' playing time appropriately, but during the warm-up in the past few days, Rennes fans' attitude towards Reeves was not very good (in fact, it was very bad), considering that if he was on the field, he would inevitably receive special care from Rennes players, in case of injury, it would be a little troublesome, and the training plan could only be pushed back, and after careful consideration, it was decided to press Reeves on the bench in this game.
It seemed that the first half would not let him play, Reeves could only turn his eyes back to the field, began to observe the position behind the Rennes team and the movement habits of the defenders, and did the attack drill boringly.
And so the time passed slowly.
In the second half, the two sides began to slow down the tempo, as if accepting the score, looking a little listless, the ball basically stayed between the two penalty areas, and rarely formed a shot.
Reeves's deduction in his heart has been repeated many times, and he can't sit still at all, looking up at the timer above the edge of the court, it has been more than seventy minutes, and the game is over in ten minutes, I thought that there would be twenty or thirty minutes of substitute time, but the head coach has changed two people up, and there is still no intention of sending him on the field.
Reeves didn't come to the bench to come to the bench and asked several times. Puel then told him why he didn't play on the pitch.
Hearing that he couldn't play today, although Reeves knew that the head coach was doing this for his good, he still couldn't accept it, how could there be soldiers who didn't go to the battlefield for fear of being injured, so he simply stood up, took off his coat, and warmed up in front of Puel.
Puel just glanced at it, and regained his composure, as if there was no such thing as Reeves in front of him.
Reeves swayed back and forth in front of Puel, walked several laps without receiving no effect, a little discouraged, but the expectation of wanting to play still prevailed, I didn't believe in fighting but this old fox, frowned, and thought of an idea, ran straight to the stands of Rennes' diehard to do warm-up exercises, unsurprisingly ushered in bursts of boos, and a radical female fan with a full face of Rennes emblem camouflage threw the debris in her hand, Reeves's warm-up action was more joyful, and the boos in the stands were naturally greater.
Even the fourth official on the sidelines couldn't stand it anymore and came over to warn. CANAL+'s camera also captures this tidbit, if it is a commentator from another country sitting in the broadcast seat, it must be a fierce accusation of Reeves's provocative behavior at this moment, for example, the Italian Simeone frowns, but the French commentator is different, the people of this country are always full of romantic feelings, Simeone's partner Frenchman Dugarry only laughs at this kind of behavior.
Reeves obediently listened to the warning in front of the fourth official, nodded his head again and again, and said that he would never do it again.
Today's Reeves is not like before, just a good baby, since returning from Germany, he has been himself again, enjoying everything, doing what he wants. In the eyes of others, it is a lively personality, and it is not as well-behaved as before.
So Reeves didn't care about the warning at all, he was just forbidden to go to the home stands, and it was the same for the away stands.
As soon as the fourth official turned around, he ran to the stands of the fans who came with the Lille team, greeted the fans, and started to lead the singer, leading the fans to sing the Lille team song "Unyielding Lille", the voice was loud, faintly overshadowing the cheers of the home team fans, and the Rennes fans naturally did not show weakness, and also began to sing the team song, but it was a little loose and not as neat and powerful as the Lille team.
Puel couldn't stand it anymore, looked at the players on both sides who had little fighting spirit on the field, and felt that the league had just started, everyone wouldn't fight too hard, and there were only 5 minutes left, so there should be no risk of injury. got up and asked the assistant coach to summon Reeves, who was having a lot of fun, to explain a few words, and to prepare to replace the main striker Odem Winge, who had been invisible and inactive on the field.
Odem Wenji was a little listless, seeing that he was being replaced, he didn't have any expression, and walked slowly to the sidelines and high-fived Reeves, as if he didn't see the head coach Puel, who got up to meet him, passed by, sat on the empty seat at the end of the bench, took a clean towel from the physical trainer, covered his head, and didn't say a word.
"Oh, what do I see?" On the CANAL+ live broadcast seat, Dugari yelled fearlessly. Seeing that the sleek Simeone didn't answer, he continued the topic: "The main striker of the Lille team seems to be a little dissatisfied, and I don't know whether he is dissatisfied with his performance or the manager who replaced him on the field." ”
As if nothing had happened, Puel just looked intently at Reeves on the pitch.
Reeves also had some small opinions in his heart, it was only a draw now, and Odem Winji actually slowly stalled for time, and it took a minute to walk to the sidelines. But the little dissatisfaction was covered by the excitement of being able to play, after the high-five, the 100-meter sprint ran to his position, not wanting to waste a little time, looking at the fighting Reeves, Puel patted his forehead, I really don't know if it was right or wrong to send him.