At this time, Chao Gui, who had been standing in the corner, pinched his chin and looked thoughtful. "Sakurahiro's station at that time was very close to the sideline, the location was remote, and the range of activities was limited. And the president's pass directly transferred all the pressure to Sakurahiro, who was not in good shape, and even led the enemy directly over, forcing Sakurahiro to face the opponent's three defenders, which greatly increased the danger of the situation. ”

His voice was not loud, it felt like he was talking to himself, it was unintentional, but everyone in the room could hear it, not to mention Summit whose ears were burning red.

Coach Ricardo's eagle eyes coldly glanced back and forth on the faces of Chaogui and Summit, his expression was very serious, but he never opened his mouth to interrupt, that is, this is a tacit approval, and Chaogui's analysis is indeed correct.

He never blamed the team for interjecting casually, on the contrary, it just so happened that there was someone who helped him explain everything, which was not a bad thing.

Asahi muttered again, "If it were me, I would probably lure one of the opposing defenders in the other direction first, let him focus on myself, pull and break through him, and then pass to Sakurahiro." This way, Sakurahiro has more time to adjust to a better position, and there is no need to stress a little less......"

"I think that goal is fine. I'm more than capable of solving it. You don't have to bother. Suddenly, a voice interrupted Chaogui.

Everyone turned their heads to the side in unison, their expressions even more stunned.

This voice is no one else's, but Sakurahiro's, who has been standing on the sidelines away from the crowd and watching the scenery. Sakurahiro, who has never spoken in public like this, opened his mouth this time for the first time, and this tone was very arrogant, so he almost pointed at Chaogui's nose and told him to shut up.

And it's not that simple. Because, in this sentence, Chaogui is not the only one, but Coach Ricardo is also involved...... Give others ten dares, I'm afraid they don't dare to talk back to the grumpy Ricardo coach.

In the history of the founding of the company, Sakura Hiroshi is probably the second warrior who dares to openly argue with the coach, and the first is the previous president.

This, this is a fight with the gods!

Chaogui's face obviously became very ugly, but he turned his face away and couldn't let everyone see it. He never expected that this kid would exit at this time, and Chao Kei was not confident that he could beat Sakurahiro.

Coach Ricardo subconsciously wanted to throw the folder at Sakurahiro, but his folder was no longer in his hands, and it had been scattered on the ground for a long time, so he could only throw one air.

"Oh? So ambitious? ”

Surprisingly, Coach Ricardo actually smiled.

But, as everyone knows, this is the calm before the storm.

"What madness? Now you have the confidence to be crazy, huh? Who do you really think you are? Float to the sky! Even though Sakurahiro is now a rising star in the team, Coach Ricardo did not leave a single lip in his mouth, "Always remember!" Your opponent is not from the small part of District 2, but from the whole world! What level of sparring? What level is the real world powerhouse? At that time, you were also a pair of threes? No problem? Who gave you courage? I really don't know what to do! ”

No matter how good Sakurahiro's style of play was just now, he couldn't get a trace of forgiveness from the coach. Obviously, Coach Ricardo doesn't like the way these bells and whistles go into the game of being a lone hero, and his goal is to make the team win.

There is no 100% guarantee of winning, even if you show off your flowers, in his eyes it is no different from garbage.

What Coach Ricardo said is actually quite reasonable.

However, Sakurahiro is not mistaken.

"Then I'll just practice to that level." That's what he said.

His cold face was unwavering, and the eyes of the ice sculpture looked directly at Coach Ricardo, and he did not dodge at all.

It's good for young people to be ambitious, but Sakura Hiro's attitude to speak like this, even a person with a good temper will be angry.

Coach Ricardo paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, apparently not knowing what to say to him.

can make the coach speechless, Sakura Hiroshi is also the second.

Coach Ricardo turned around and saw Summit standing there with his head bowed and silent. He suddenly remembered that the first and most central issue of this topic was with the kid Summit.

As soon as he saw Summit, who never argued and only admitted his mistakes, Coach Ricardo became even more angry.

"Coward! It will only shirk responsibility! Rotten wood cannot be carved! He scolded with his head and face.

Summit was speechless. He had no idea what he was doing wrong.

Whatever the word, this is very serious. Especially the point of "shirking responsibility", which has risen directly from the ball skills to the level of character. Although he didn't know what this "shirk of responsibility" meant, whether it meant that the pass shifted the pressure that belonged to him to Sakurahiro, or whether he was accusing himself of not fulfilling his responsibilities as a club captain, team leader, and team backbone, but no matter what, Summit couldn't feel good in his heart.

This is an unfounded accusation that Summit cannot bear.

Everything he could, he did. In order not to smash the signboard that the former president had managed to knock down, he was already on the edge of the abyss and walking on thin ice.

It's just that the result can only be like this. Everything seems to have become a mess because of him.

Pressure from all sides propped up a trap net, trapping him in it, ropes around his neck, leaving him nearly breathless. He tried his best to escape from this net, but those desperate tears were useless.

He was really aggrieved in his heart.

He's really tired.

Still, he endured.

He, the president, has always been a good man in the team, there is no majesty, there are too many people who don't obey him, don't listen to him, and don't take him seriously.

He still can't.

After all, he will never be able to compare to the previous president.

"The time has come. Training! ”

Coach Ricardo yelled, shook his hand, turned around, and strode away.

The roar like thunder forcibly interrupted all the contradictions, and forcibly broke the tense atmosphere. Everyone shook their heads, they knew that no matter what had just happened, at least, they would have to focus on training for the next period of time.

There can be no other distractions on the field.

Samit was silent, just bent down.

One, two, three.

He picked up the scattered documents one by one and carefully put them into the coach's folder. Then he took a deep breath and hurried to follow.