The person who called off the press conference was Hill Jr.

Lin Sen didn't ask anyone, and the news quickly reached him automatically. The outside world doesn't know about this, which seems to be something to be thankful for Linsen, but the whole Atletico Madrid, anyway, everyone knows about it. Now, everyone knows that Hill Jr. doesn't like the new acting coach, and of course, many people take it for granted, don't they?

Lin Sen's appearance is very calm, he leads the team to train as usual, goes home on time as usual, and goes to bed on time as usual, as if this qiē has not affected him.

The whole Atletico squad was involved in Linsen's bet, and Linsen only took a dozen men to Valladolid, three goalkeepers, seven defenders, seven midfielders and three forwards. Ostensibly because it's just an away game, Valladolid isn't far from Madrid, and it's basically a day to go back and forth, so there's no need to toss around.

The former head coach Aguirre was originally a four-three-three follower, but after taking over Atletico Madrid, he paid attention to teaching according to his aptitude, but let Atletico Madrid play four four-two for nearly two seasons, although the formation changed, but Aguirre was still the stubborn Aguirre, after the formation was determined, Aguirre did not change the formation again. The opening is like this, the backwardness is so, and the lead is also the same, holding up to death is to use the strength to change the weak, and the lively to change the ghost to cry wolf, to the present, in the words of the football game, is the 442 is full of familiarity, and other formations? I'm sorry, people don't know what to do. Therefore, for Lin Sen, as long as he does not kill himself, it is best to follow Aguirre's old path first.

Lin Sen didn't know how Atletico fans imagined how his half-way monk chanted in the locker room before the game, but in fact, he just announced the starting list for the game, and then it was as usual, and the players didn't seem surprised, just waiting for the staff to inform them that they could enter the stadium and go to start the first game.

Less than an hour before the start of the game, the small old-fashioned bars in Madrid's favelas were already packed, and a group of old men from all over the city gathered to play cards, drink and chat, and occasionally hear the sound of wine glasses clamming together, and the men's hearty laughter, this bar is the liveliest time of the week.

Without the glamour of young people and the squirrel of the rich, this group of people at the bottom of the city, perhaps the most industrious in the city, has perhaps the purest hobbies and beliefs in the city: football, Atletico Madrid. For those who carry the burden of life, being able to sit in the stands at the Calderón Stadium every home weekend is all they have, and following the team to every away game is obviously a luxury that is out of reality, but even so, it doesn't prevent them from cheering and cheering for their beloved team together under the same screen.

"Frank, isn't the starter out yet?" Someone asked loudly about the bar.

"Hell, you've asked the fuck ten times." The tall Frank replied a little annoyed, the busiest time of the bar, but the group of people always liked to repeat the same question at this time, "I'll tell you when I say it." ”

"Haha. Isn't there a hurry. The man laughed nonchalantly.

I said. Frank. At this time, another rough voice shouted, "Do you dare to connect this broken bar with a net?" It's not a primitive society. ”

"Never." Frank replied angrily, in an unusually crisp tone, "If you want that thing, go somewhere else." ”

"Old stubborn." Tucker took a big sip of beer and pouted.

At this time, in a small corner of the bar, Barr was drinking unhurriedly and listening quietly to the conversation of others, maybe others could not understand Frank's little stubbornness, but he knew in his heart, just as Jimmy said at the beginning: some things are still good to be old. It's not entirely a nostalgic feeling, it's just that if everyone is only staring at their own small screen, it's easy to ignore the familiar figures around them. Although that may be the trend of the times, everyone always has their own little insistence.

Looking at the bustling crowd around him, Barr grinned at the corners of his mouth, felt out a melon seed, threw it into his mouth with the shell, closed his eyes, and seemed to taste the unique salty taste.

"It's out." After a moment, Frank said loudly.

"It's still fucking four-four-two." Immediately, someone shouted, "Even the players are exactly the same as the starters of the last game!" ”

"What's so strange. Originally a team doctor, what else could you expect. ”

"Damn Cerezo, isn't Atletico Madrid depraved enough? And little Hill too. ”

……

Barr listened coldly to the other people scolding and discussing the team and the new manager, Atletico Madrid fans' mentality towards this new coach is actually the same as the mentality of watching the game, knowing that the strength is inferior to the opponent, knowing that the score is impossible to recover, but always holding a fluke mentality, always hoping that a miracle will happen. But a miracle is not a miracle if it is so easy to happen.

Sometimes, Barrchen didn't want to use his other identity, one of the leaders of the AAA.

AAA, that's the title of an extreme fan group at Atletico Madrid.

Valladolid's home stadium can only accommodate more than 20,000 people, and with the Santiago Bernabeu and Camp Nou, such stadiums are simply too small to be in La Liga. The Solilla Stadium, which is said to be named after a Spanish poet, was nothing poetic when Linson stood on the sidelines, and the damn home fans booed him so much that it seemed to be aimed at him.

"Damn, I've provoked you." Lin Sen was disappointed, but fortunately, the game will start soon.

If you look at it purely from the cards, Atletico Madrid obviously has an absolute advantage, in the words of Lin Sen, if you play cards, you can play the opposite team to death in a wave. It's a pity that the football game is not a card game, look at the eleven people on your side, the transparent color of the old god, and then look at the eleven people on the other side, the most poor goalkeeper also has a light green, and the whole team is like a fucking doping.

It's not scientific. Lin Sen sighed in his heart.

As we all know, in the later stages of the football league, there are always two kinds of teams that you can't afford to mess with, one is the championship team, this kind of team is basically jackals, tigers and leopards at this stage, and everyone wants to bite into the next bite of meat. The other is the relegation team, this kind of team at this time, to put it vulgarly, that is, hooligans know martial arts, and no one can stop it.

Unbelief?

0:1......

Lin Sen, who hadn't even had time to make a judgment on the field, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, was Nima's too fast? He looked at the time, and it had only been three minutes.

The Stadium of Soryglia thundered with cheers.

That's fine.

Lin Sen shook his head, anyway, his third bet was to concede more than five goals. Even if the guys on the pitch don't want to score, they should at least try not to concede a goal. It's just that as soon as Lin Sen shook his head, the commentator of the TV station became energetic.

"Atletico Madrid lost the opening goal, Lin has begun to shake his head, it seems that the young Chinese has not yet adapted to his coaching role, as a manager, doesn't he know that coaches can't show their feelings in front of their players lightly, especially this kind of obviously demoralizing action."

"Maybe Lin was just reminding his players not to get hurt. Don't get hurt......"

"Don't be so harsh, Luis, Lin is a manager now, he's not a team doctor anymore, haha......"

……

Lin Sen didn't know that he was openly ridiculed in front of countless people by Tong Guò TV for a subconscious action, he looked at the stadium intently, in fact, he has always wanted to figure out that with Atletico Madrid's current overall strength, no matter how bad it is, it shouldn't be lost like it is now, just like being bullied by others, and now it seems that the problem is no more obvious.

Everyone knows that football is a team sport of 11 people, and Atletico Madrid in front of him has obviously forgotten the word team, to put it nicely, the three lines have their own duties, and to put it mildly, the defenders only clean the ball, the midfielders only control the ball, the strikers only play the ball, and then the three lines are disjointed, and everyone dies together.

Seeing the problem, it seems that Lin Sen should solve the problem, but Lin Sen doesn't want to solve it now, and he can't solve it. The former is because he has to let the players know why a team has to have a manager. The latter is because his gambling contract has not even started, and he has not even reached this cheap prestige value, so how can he solve it?

Linsen looked at the colors of his own players on the field, and there were two of them, which were gradually starting to turn green, one was left-back Anthony López, and the other was Uruguayan striker Diego Forlan. After all, he is still a professional player, and the arrogance of a star cannot be easily eroded at any time. Lin Sen smiled in his heart.

In the 31st minute of the first half, Atletico Madrid advanced in the midfield, and Maniche saw that the opposing player rushed towards him like a mad dog, cursed in his heart, and sent the ball directly to the feet of Forlan, who retreated. The ball wasn't fast, but Forlan was already the closest player to the ball. It's a pity that Maniche forgot that Forlan was never a player known for his speed.

The opponent's Alvaro Rubio (Alvaro Rubio) was already eyeing the side, seeing that the ball was not fast, he didn't want to entangle at all, so he rushed up and planned to break the ball before Forlan could control the ball. Fran didn't even frown, both sides touched the ball almost at the same time, but after all, it was the taller Fran who had the advantage, but he was also entangled by the opponent, and it was in the direction of the opponent's goal.

Lin Sen's gaze suddenly lit up, and Fran's color instantly turned dark green, and at the same time, the color on the top of his head seemed to suddenly spread downward.

I saw Fran leaning on the opponent's body, pulling the ball lightly with his left foot, and his body turned quickly, his movements were unusually coherent, and he looked extraordinarily free and easy, almost easily leaving Rubio behind, of course, more importantly, Fran began to face the goal directly.

"It's coming!" Lin Sen shouted in his heart.

Really.

I saw that Fran just looked up and forgot to glance at the opponent's goal, and gently took the ball, not caring at all that he was more than 30 meters away from the goal at this time, and a heavy cannon had been discharged!

"Diego! Fran!! GOALLLLLLLLLLL…………”

The Spanish narrator's characteristic prolonged voice detonated the bars of all sizes in Madrid at this time, and at this moment, countless wine glasses collided together, countless arms waved, and countless throats roared. In the stadium, Forlan raised one hand high, this is his fifteenth goal this season, fifteen goals in 32 rounds, the goal efficiency is not very high, but it is definitely worthy of the current Atletico Madrid.

"This is the fucking star!"

Lin Sen on the sidelines secretly shouted in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on the surface.

If there are more such players, maybe, can there really be no manager? Lin Sen began to fantasize about a better life in the future.