"Drip ......"

With a shrill whistle, the referee ran and pulled out the red card.

Team doctor Rafael rushed into the field as soon as possible, and made a gesture to go on a stretcher in just five seconds.

Simon King's scalp was numb, but now he couldn't care about Fernandez's injury, so he could only turn his head to look at the bench and say, "Aidala, Aufolia, you guys come here." ”

Aidara was the team's fourth centre-back and replaced Bruno Fernandes, who had just come on.

O'Fo, on the other hand, was the team's main left-back in the past, replacing Kiki, who was already starved of oxygen to his brain.

Immediately after, Simon King called the captain over.

"Marco Paul, lead your teammates and the whole team to swing the bus! But you listen to me, don't play any counter-attacks, control the ball when you get it, and kick the ball away if someone grabs it, the farther away the better, preferably out of their half-court sideline. ”

"Yes, sir."

"Tell the two wingers, only play defensively, don't attack, get the ball and take it forward, take it slowly! Delay time at all costs! ”

Receiving the order, Marco Paul turned around and was about to run.

But Simon King suddenly thought of another thing, and quickly stopped him and said: "I'd rather foul than give them a chance for a corner!" Even if you get a red card again for this! ”

Looking at Simon King's bloodshot eyes, Marco Paul nodded again calmly, waved his big hand, and ran back with the players.

Immediately afterwards, Fernandez was taken off on a stretcher.

Simon King and Cassiano rushed at the same time.

Fernández clasped his shoulders, looked at Cassiano and said, "I fulfilled my promise!" ”

Cassiano didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he could only grit his teeth and comfort: "You did a good job, brother!" ”

Simon King also felt the sadness at the moment, he touched Fernandes' head, and said warmly: "Go and get treatment, we will definitely stay in the Super League." ”

Moments later, the fourth official held up a sign with four minutes of stoppage time.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, along with the movements of the players on the field.

Simon King couldn't do anything anymore, he was like a spectator, and all he was replaying in his head was the past that had happened to the team since he became head coach.

"If you listen to me in everything, then we will be relegated and we will qualify for next year's Champions League."

The original rhetoric, the original spirit.

Everything seems to be frozen in these last few minutes, one second and three autumns!

Finally, the whistle blew for the end of the game.

Simon King did not celebrate, nor did he rejoice.

The moment the whistle blew, he fell to his knees weakly, like all the players on the field.

He kissed the turf under him with his teammates, and he kissed each other with his teammates.

Their eyes were full of tears, and their hearts were full of sea.

"Who said that our relegation is a foregone conclusion!"

"Who said that our squad is aging and has no fighting spirit!"

"Who said that our head coach is just a game-playing garbage!"

"Who is it?!"

Diogo, who was in front of the TV, burst into tears at this moment.

The fence in the coach's seat pulled and laughed while crying at this time.

All the fans who came to the stadium cried, and they looked at the players on the field as if they were watching the fighters fighting in blood.

But soon, their enthusiasm was rekindled, and they shouted the club's name, and they shouted Simon King's nickname.

"Caesar! Great Simon King! Great Vixena! ”

Amid the cheers of the opposing fans, the Arouca players politely hugged each opponent.

They could have done otherwise, but they did.

Because this team that should have been relegated, this weak team, in this game, has put them under pressure like never before.

Captain Thales walked slowly towards Marco Paul.

Two great captains, hugging each other tightly at this moment.

The fans of Arouca burst into applause at this time.

Their team has done their best, and their opponents have certainly earned respect.

Head coach Armando slowly stood up next to Simon King, who struggled to his feet and stretched out his hands to hold the other hand tightly.

"You're outstanding, young man."

"Thank you, sir!"

Simon King shook his head politely and sighed weakly: "You really taught me a lot in this game." ”

Armando was not polite and continued to smile: "If I can, after the press conference, I would like to talk to you alone." ”

"Talk to me?" Simon King's eyes flashed with bewilderment.

"Don't say no, can you?"

Looking at the other party's sincere and friendly eyes, Simon King could only nod: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you must give me some useful advice." ”

"Go stay with your players, we'll see you later."

Armando smiled knowingly, gave him a deep look, and drifted away.

……

After thanking the fans and returning to the locker room, King didn't want to say anything more encouraging.

But the players had to say it, and they had to say it.

In the absence of a shirk, Simon King also became excited.

He suddenly jumped on the table and said loudly with a smile: "Lao Tzu has long said that we will definitely be able to relegate!" Now we do! I announce, tomorrow at noon, the base will be assembled, and I will be treated! ”

He thought that Simon King would praise the players, and that Simon King would look to the future.

But she never thought that this guy was just going to invite everyone to dinner.

As a result, the corners of her mouth immediately raised, and those charming big eyes slowly turned into two crescents.

She knew it was time......

It's going to be the team, sign with him.

Thinking of this, Fencera took a bottle of champagne from the handyman's handyman.

She walked to the center of the crowd, held the bottle aloft in the air, and said loudly, "Ball...... No, brothers. Congratulations on staying in the Premier League and thank you for everything you have done for the team. But now, I have a question for you, and that is – do you want Simon King to continue to be your head coach? ”

"Of course!"

"Do you need to ask?"

"If the team doesn't sign him again, then we may have to retire en masse!"

Amid the jokes of the players, Fence Pulla smiled knowingly.

She stuffed the bottle into Marco Paul's hand, looked at Simon King and said, "Kim, for the players, for the team, for the ......"

She didn't say the word "I", but everyone knew what she was talking about.

“…… In short, I represent my grandfather, on behalf of the club, and I hope you can stay in the team. Although I know that with your excellent performance, you will definitely attract invitations from other clubs, but ...... But ......"

She couldn't say anything anymore, because she knew the club's finances and couldn't afford to make a big contract.