"Look down on me? Playing games? ”

"Hehe, wait and see, fools!"

Simon King naturally heard the conversation between the players, and he knew that in the eyes of these people, he was a full number.

But he was not disappointed, nor was he uncomfortable, for in his heart, Simon King was a noble swan, and he could not afford to deal with a flock of birds.

So he strode over to the tactical blackboard and first glanced at everyone's faces, then raised his voice and said, "Before today's tactical meeting officially begins, I want to ask you, do you still want to stay in the Super League?" ”

"Of course, of course we want to stay in the Super League! But the question is, let someone who has never played football command us, what do we rely on to avoid relegation? ”

It was the team's midfielder and the team's thorn leader who spoke, Brazilian Claude Mill.

He was five years older than Simon King, so he naturally looked down on this young and unqualified newcomer.

Immediately afterwards, another Brazilian, center forward Calisano, also laughed and said loudly: "Maybe we can play against the opponent FM?" I believe that in the game, our Simon King is invincible! ”

"Then we can win the Champions League next year!"

"Of course! Not only the Champions League winner, but even next year's World Footballer of the Year will definitely be produced between the two of us! ”

In the mocking laughter of everyone, Simon King did not speak, he just looked at the two of them coldly, ready to activate the system skill at any time.

But the captain of the team, another Brazilian, Marco Paulo, couldn't sit still.

He slapped his chair and stood up, pointed at Claudemir and Cassano, and said, "Shut up fool! This is Vichena, and you're professional athletes! I order you to apologize to the manager immediately! ”

"Okay captain, no problem. I'm sorry! Mr. Coach. ”

"Yes, I'm sorry sir."

The two laughed and apologized to Simon King, but their tone and expression did not show any repentance.

Marco Paul reluctantly spread his hands to Simon King, as the captain, he has done what he should do, and in fact, in his heart, he also has no expectation for Simon King's arrival.

Seeing that the team members really didn't accept themselves, Simon King was slightly panicked.

But he believed that the system would bring him miracles, so he immediately said in his heart: "System, use super persuasion ability!" ”

"Ding! The skill is activated and is valid for one hour. ”

As the system's words fell, Simon King only felt a warm current surging up and down his body, and the panic just now disappeared completely.

He knew that this was the skill that had an effect, so he pretended not to care, reached out and tapped lightly on the blackboard.

"I know you're full of doubts about me, and I know you've lost faith in relegation! But please note that if you listen to me in everything, then we will be relegated and we will qualify for the Champions League next season. ”

"Buzz ......"

As soon as these words came out, an invisible power immediately emanated from the conference room, and the hearts of every player seemed to be struck by this passage, making them instantly quiet.

'Tomorrow's game is our first game to the Champions League. And in the last three games of the season, we will win them all! ”

As Simon King narrated his plan, the atmosphere of the team, which was originally full of confidence and lifelessness, instantly became enthusiastic.

"Although he is a rookie, I don't know what's wrong, I just want to believe him!"

"Me too! Even though I knew it was impossible to reach the Champions League, I was just impressed by his words! ”

"I didn't think about anything! All I know is that after listening to Kim's words, my whole body is full of strength! I can't wait to kick Guimaraes' ass right away! ”

In the incredible amazement of the players, captain Marco Paul suddenly stood up and shouted: "We must be a group of people who have been swept up by God!" Simon King is a messenger from God! Let's fight for him, for Vixena! ”

Under his leadership, the whole team was in high spirits, and everyone regarded Simon King as a gift from God and sang the team song spontaneously.

The singing of the team members quickly alarmed everyone in the base. They didn't know what was going on, and they talked about it one by one.

"The last time the team was so passionate, it seems like half a year ago, right?"

"Isn't it! It looks like the team has a new coach. ”

"This coach can, as soon as he comes, he will cheer up the team!"

The proprietor, Diogo, naturally heard the movement on the first floor, and he sent his secretary out to inquire about the news with a little doubt, while he put his hands together and prayed: "God, have I received your blessing for this appointment?" ”

After a while, the singing slowly stopped, and the conference room was quiet again, except for Simon King's voice, looming through the wallboard.

"Be quiet, get back to your seat, and listen to me."

"No problem, Kim."

It was still the prickly Claudemere who spoke, but his current tone was no longer a little mocking, but replaced by a kind of admiration and appreciation.

'Please remember what I said, if everything goes the way I say, then we will be relegated and the Champions League qualification for next season will be ours.'

"Remember! Hurry up and get started with the tactical explanation, we can't wait. ”

In the chorus of everyone's answers, Simon King wrote eleven names on the tactical board, and these eleven names were arranged exactly into a 4231 formation.

"Our opponent is Guimaraes, a sworn enemy in the same city, and in this season's league, they have used a total of four formations, the most used of which is the 4231 you see now."

The crowd stopped talking, just stared intently at Simon King's pen, and everyone became focused.

"Remember how you lost last time?"

Simon King used his pen to draw a circle around the name of the opposition's number 88, Thiago Silva, who plays as a striker, and then quickly linked the pen to the name of their centre-forward Bruno Silva.

"Remember? Thanks to the cover of the centre-forward, the striker was in a completely free state in our 35-metre zone, and finally completed a pass and a shot. ”

Hearing this, captain Marco Paul said embarrassedly: "That game was my problem, as a midfielder, I didn't do the job of marking Thiago Silva and gave him too much space to take the ball. ”

"No, no, no!"

Without waiting for Marco Paul to continue, Simon King interrupted him with a firm face, and said:

"Maybe everybody puts the blame on you, but I want to tell you that you played well in that game and it's definitely not your problem to fail."

In fact, after the last match, Marco Paul was under a lot of pressure.

The media said he was old, and the team members said he was not in good shape.

But in fact, he knows very well that not only did he play well in that game, but even because of his good performance, the team avoided conceding two more goals.

However, as the captain of the team, although he knew that all this was not his fault, he still bravely undertook it all and never mentioned it to anyone.

So when Simon King said this to everyone, a warmth immediately rose in Mako Paul's heart.

A kind of gratitude for the death of a confidant, so that when he looked at the other party, a raging fire had already ignited.