"Ifu! Thank you. This red card of yours will get us to the Champions League next year, and you will still be my starting goalkeeper! ”

On the football field, Simon King hugged the crying Efu tightly, and was very grateful.

The team members also saw the picture on the big screen at this time, and they all had red eyes and gathered around to be with the two.

Mark Paul asked as if complaining and more concerned: "Kim! Where did you just go! ”

"Don't ask, I'll give you an explanation."

Simon King didn't have time to say anything, he looked at everyone and shouted with all his strength: "Even if Lao Tzu dies here, you have to win this game!" ”

First is Ifu's sacrifice, and then the head coach's fearlessness.

Verchena's players, like warriors who put life and death on the line before the decisive battle, roared to carry Simon King back to the dugout, and shouted for the team doctor, Rafael.

The referee and the fourth official also gathered around, and immediately stopped the game after seeing the tragic situation of Simon King.

Sampaio, who rushed up to try to stop the players, was pushed away by Claudemere, and Julio also pointed to the opponent's nose and said: "Within three seconds, you disappear for me, otherwise I will break your head in front of six thousand people!" ”

In response to the Thorns' reaction, Simon King didn't have time to dissuade him.

He gritted his teeth, looked at the players and said urgently: "Charles, you go to replace Shaomu, Mendes you go to replace Cassiano, and Bonati you go to play forward." ”

Charles is the team's backup goalkeeper, while Mendes is the right wing-back.

'Mendes, you're in the winger position, but I want you to play like you used to.'

"Yes sir! I'll play as a wing-back! ”

Simon King nodded and looked at Ponatti again: "Bonatti, you have skills and physical strength, I want you to participate in defense, use your vision to look at the side after taking the ball, if there is no 10% chance, I want you to control the ball and use fake falls to delay time." ”

"Don't worry, Kim! I'll get the job done. ”

In the end, Simon King looked at Charles and said: "Charles, don't be in a hurry after getting the ball, wait for the players to walk to the midfield, and then you can open your feet!" Kick as far as you can, kick a little higher, kick to the side! ”

After explaining everything, Simon King squeezed out a smile to the crowd and said, "We have one less, but we have 6,000 people in the stands." Burn your lives and run! Defend for the sake of victory. ”

Everyone's eyes were red, and everyone's faces were full of determination.

Morale boosted!

After determining that Simon King's life was not in danger, the referee blew the whistle again.

Guimaraes was awarded a free-kick in front of the penalty area, which Silva took it himself.

"Kick high, goal kick."

"Wechera have one less man now, but I'm sure with Simon King coming in, the team will show a completely different momentum."

The narrator's voice has returned to normal, he is no longer as anxious and pessimistic as he was just now, and his tone has the composure of the first half.

Charles followed Simon King's instructions, and he was slow to pick up the ball, slow to swing the ball, and slow to step back and kick back.

As the minutes ticked by, Vixerna's players were united and didn't give the other team any more chances.

Finally, at 97 minutes, the whistle blew!

The fans cried, the players cried, and Diogo, who was sitting in the box, couldn't help but burst into tears.

The team's general manager sighed: "I have to go to the locker room and apologize to Simon King!" Regardless of his level, his actions deserve our respect. ”

The director of football also nodded, he wiped his eyes and said: "Although I still think that his ability is not good, I admire his courage, at least I dare not jump down from the office." ”

The team secretary suddenly spoke: "Doesn't anyone care why Simon King jumped into the football field from the office window?" ”

"That's right! Why? ”

The four of you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly realize that Pedro, the technical director, seems to have been gone for a long time.

"Could it be Pedro doing the trick?"

"Oh my God, no!"

"Whether it will be or not! Get him for me right now! Diogo was furious like a bull.

The secretary hurriedly said: "Calm down, grandpa, your body can't be too excited." ”

After a while, the general manager hung up the phone and frowned: "Pedro is turned off, is he really doing ghosts?" ”

"You go check everything and tell me the results as soon as possible." Diogo swallowed a pill and, with the help of his secretary, slowly walked out.

On the court, Simon King was tossed high by the players.

They were like a bunch of champion-winning kids, regardless of Simon King's injury.

Fortunately, the staff who organized the post-match press conference rushed over at the first time.

Otherwise, I'm afraid Simon King will go to God in the first game of his career.

Missing the pre-match press conference, King was asked to come to the interview hall despite being injured.

It was the first time he had sat in an interview booth, and the dazzling flash made him a little dizzy.

"Hello Simon King, first of all, I want to congratulate you on a crucial victory. However, what I want to ask is, as someone who has no experience in professional football, do you really understand football? ”

The question was asked by Tony, a reporter from Sport de Portugal.

But before Simon King could answer, another tabloid reporter from England followed suit.

'In the second half we were in the dugout and we saw the manager of the Under-19s at Vichena. Does this mean that, in fact, the real manager of the game is him, not you? ”

Simon King was very happy, he had bent his body here, not to listen to humiliating questions, so their faces turned very bad.

"My dentist is great, but he's never had a toothache!"

"Are you saying that if you haven't played before, you can be a good coach?"

"Of course."

"Then how do you explain that you weren't the one who commanded on the sidelines in the second half?"

"Explain? I don't need to explain. ”

The tough attitude made the reporters let out a low noise.

Several reporters who like to chase after the wind and shadows immediately wrote this paragraph on the paper: Simon King, who doesn't understand football, ridiculed that a real football coach is not as good as a dentist!

Moments later, another reporter asked: "The team used defensive counter-attacking tactics today, is this your tactical style?" Does this mean that the possession-based style of play that Vischner, once prided on, is no longer visible? ”

Simon King: "Don't ask me about my tactical style, and I don't care what tactical style it is. For me, winning races, winning championships is the most important thing! ”

"Champion?"

The reporters all laughed at each other, and one wrote on a piece of paper: "Simon King, who has no ideas and no specific way of playing, plays games, has no respect for his team at all." ”

Another wrote: "The ignorant are fearless, and Vixana, who is striving for relegation, wants to compete for the championship." ”