"Alright, guys, come here, let's have a 1-hour warm-up game."

Under Bernard's beckoning, Valencia's players slowly gathered together and began to change their shirts.

The hero, led by another assistant coach from Valencia, went to the dressing room to change his shirt and boots. In addition to this, he was also assigned a yellow vest that symbolized the substitution.

After changing his clothes and shoes, the hero sat in the locker room gasping for breath, trying to calm his fast-paced heartbeat.

He was a little nervous against a match that could decide his career.

At this time, only the sound of his violent heartbeat could be heard in his ears, "Knock, knock, knock..."

Looking around the dressing room in Valencia and looking at every name marked on the seat plate, there was only one voice in the hero's head at the moment, "I'm going to stay!" Stay!! Death is to be left behind!! ”

"How's your preparation, boy, the game is about to start."

"Bang, bang", the voice of the assistant coach of Valencia came from outside the locker room door, urging the hero to hurry out of the locker room. If it doesn't come out again, before the warm-up match officially starts, the hero won't even have time to warm up.

This time, it is to bring the hero back to his senses.

He stood up, stomped on the ground repeatedly, and checked his laces. Feeling fine, he took another deep breath and walked towards the locker room.

"Click, click, click...", the spikes stepped on the floor of the locker room, and the crisp sound was particularly loud and long-lasting in the quiet locker room.

Listening to the hero's ears, it was like a beating war drum, and the blood in his body began to beat. Although he hadn't warmed up yet, the hero already felt as if he could play immediately, and his whole body was as hot as fire.

After arriving on the field, the hero warmed up on the substitute side wearing a yellow vest. It's just that as a newcomer who came to the trial, he didn't come up to greet him, he just warmed up alone.

It's not that Valencia's players aren't friendly, it's just that they've seen too many of them. Players like Heroes who come to the door on their own for tryouts are almost never successful.

In this case, why should they bother to socialize with such fleeting passers-by.

The hero's yellow skin, black hair and black eyes convince these players that this is just a formality.

Orientals can play, are you kidding? They will only rely on the referee.

After the '02 World Cup, this was the inner thinking of the vast majority of European footballers.

After the South Korean national team used means to enter the semi-finals of the World Cup, this did not reduce the contempt and contempt of Europeans in the field of football, but on the contrary, there was a tendency to aggravate. This phenomenon is particularly evident in several European countries that have been overshadowed by South Korea, and Spain is one of them.

So, every now and then, the hero in the serious warm-up can be very clear from the contemptuous gaze of the Valencia players.

This gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced the hero's skin and muscles, piercing directly into his heart. It was as if he felt that there were a dozen Boillards judging him, pointing at him disdainfully.

The hero in the warm-up suddenly clenched his fists fiercely, and his fingernails carved his own palms painfully.

At this time, no one could see the gaze of the hero with his head down, and they didn't know what kind of crazy, paranoid and terrifying gaze was contained in those lowered eyes, just like the wild wolf of the head wolf who was about to challenge.

Looking at such a scene, Mendes, who was sitting on the sidelines waiting for the warm-up game to start, did not say anything. Tong Guò has been going back and forth for a month, and he has long been accustomed to this kind of scene.

In his heart, this is also a trial training with almost no suspense. He is not optimistic about the future of the current hero in La Liga. He is optimistic about the future of the hero, not the present.

On the other side, Bernard has just taken over Benitez's lineup arrangements for the main and substitute teams.

In terms of the main team, Valencia has been using the 4-2-3-1 formation in the past two seasons, and the candidates for each position have not changed, so it can be said that the main force has been exhausted.

On the bench, Rafael Benitez arranged a 4-4-2 formation, with the hero and Sisko partnering up front as a two-striker.

At the moment of seeing such a lineup arrangement, Bernard thought that he was dazzled, because this was not a normal trial lineup arrangement.

Generally speaking, during the trial process, the head coach will make the strength of the main substitutes as even as possible, so that the strength of the trial players can be reflected to the maximum extent, so that the head coach can observe and select.

But now Benitez's arrangement has widened the overall strength gap between the two sides to the maximum. It can be said that the outcome of the two sides is basically decided without fighting.

With such a disparity between the two sides, the performance of the trial players will be greatly limited, especially in the forward position, because he simply does not get much of the ball and the opportunity to play.

Therefore, Benitez's arrangement is no different from directly eliminating the hero from the game, or it can be said that the meaning of this trial warm-up match is abolished.

It's no wonder that Bernard is confused and suspicious.

"Raphael, isn't this arrangement..."The kind-hearted Bernard couldn't help but want to say a word of justice for the hero after hesitating for a while.

As a coach who has been in football for more than ten years and has coached youth teams, he really doesn't want young players like Hero to be treated like this almost cruelly.

"There's no problem, just play according to this lineup."

Benitez rejected Bernard in a word, insisting on such a lineup arrangement without question.

Of course, he knew how unfair such an arrangement was to the hero, and how humble it was to reduce the chances of success in the hero's tryout.

But, that's what he intended. As a head coach, what he hates most is players who "play tricks" like heroes. He believes that such a player is simply impossible to succeed except to be annoying.

And that's the main reason why he has arranged such a lineup that almost killed the hero's hope of a successful tryout.

Receiving such an answer, Bernard could only reluctantly retract his own construction. He's just an assistant coach and the head coach's authority when it comes to tryouts is unquestionable.

Looking up at the hero, who was still trying to warm up, Bernard sighed inwardly and put a huge cross on the hero's prospects in Valencia.

At this time, the hero who is warming up, vowing to prove himself and vowing to stay, does not know what kind of almost desperate dilemma he will face next.

In addition to that, he did not know that at the Valencia training ground at the moment, no one other than himself thought that he could finally stay.

It can be said that at this moment, the hero is alone.

"Guys, it's warm-up time, come over and stand in formation."

A moment later, Bernard, who was the referee of the warm-up match, blew the whistle to start the game, and the battle of the heroes' fates in Valencia began.

Not long after the match began, the ambitious hero was hit in the head by a blow that left him a little dizzy.

The difference in strength between the main side and the substitute side is too obvious, and the game showed the side of the main force besieging the substitutes as soon as it started.

Vicente, Rufit and Angulo played well at the edge of the penalty area, completely suppressing the substitutes in their own half, leaving only Sisco and Hero two strikers to roam the front line.

In this way, it is conceivable that the two strikers can get help from their own team.

It wasn't until the 10th minute of the first half, when Vicente scored the goal that broke the deadlock, that the hero's number of touches remained at a pitiful zero, let alone a brilliant performance.

He disappeared from the field as if he were an invisible man. The impression is only active but ineffectual running, as well as helplessness and impatience after raising your hand or not to get the ball, and in general, like a headless fly.

Such a fictitious appearance, falling in Benitez's eyes, could only make the disdain and contempt in the depths of his eyes even more profound.

If it weren't for the face of the club's hierarchy, he would have even wanted to stop this senseless warm-up game now, and then let the hero and Mendes get out of Valencia.

And Mendes, who was on the sidelines, could only sigh helplessly for such a situation. He'd seen it many times before, and this time it was as he had envisioned before the game.

Although he is quite optimistic about the future of the hero. But at this time, he was also once again troubled by the hero's stubborn temper to the point of paranoia.

He has made up his mind that after this trial, no matter what means are used, he will stop the hero's useless trial trip in Spain and hurry to the Portuguese Super League to determine his next club.

You must know that the new season is about to begin, and if it drags on, there is really not much time left for the hero to adapt to the new team. And this will have a direct impact on the hero's position and development in the new team, and as a conscientious agent, Mendes definitely does not want to see such an outcome.

While Mendes pondered how to convince the hero, the game on the field continued.

Judging from the situation, it is still the main side that is pressing the substitute side to play, and it is a completely one-sided situation. But the substitutes are not completely out of chance, after all, they are Valencia players and still have skills in defense.

Although there are not many times, the substitute can occasionally play a few counter-attacks.

But the problem is that in the process of counterattacking, the players on the bench are like heroes who can't see the ball with their hands raised and running, and only have the "single striker" Sisko in their eyes.

Just like this time, the substitute centre-back Rrangel cut off a slightly larger ball at Vicente's feet and immediately handed it to Garrido in front, and then another counter-attack from the substitute team began.

When the ball came to the feet of Aymar the Clown, Sisko and the hero immediately turned and started running, cutting forward.

But with Sisko caught in two guards, Aimar is like a hero who can't see the ball unmarked for the time being. After accelerating past the main defender Baraja, he still chose a risky straight stopper, trying to stuff the football to Sisko, who had already stepped forward, rather than the unguarded hero at the edge of the penalty area.

And this guide is the result of the substitute side's counterattack this time, exactly the same as the previous times, stillborn. Argentine centre-back Ayala stepped forward and cut off a pass from his national team-mate Aimar to end the substitute's counter-attack.

Seeing this result, the hero was so anxious and angry that he couldn't help but complain to Aimar. But all he got was Aimar's back, and a look of nonchalance to ignorance.

The hero knows that if he continues like this, the result of the trial will only be exactly the same as the previous times, and nothing will change.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

On the field, the hero suddenly raised his hands and struck himself hard in the face, allowing the intense pain to irritate his nerves.

"Calm down! Calm down! In the process, he kept muttering in his heart.

At the same time, there were some harsh voices in his ears.

"Is that Oriental crazy?"

"Who knows, maybe he's saying a spell to bless himself to score."

"What are you hesitating about, sign him and we may be able to book all the titles for the new season."

"Hahahaha!"

……

At this moment, in the gap between the hero's hands, a terrifying cold gaze was revealed.

Cool and crazy!

That's the gaze of an outlaw!!