「……」

The system didn't answer, that's what it's always liked.

But the situation on the field was immediately responded to Simon King.

On the pitch, Thomas's pass was like a cannonball on the ground, and the place where it was going was between the opponent's right centre-back and centre-back.

The "whoosh" sound sounded against the lawn, and the ball was like a galloping civet, not only through the crotch of Gabbiadini's pants, but also evaded the kick of the opposing captain Koatais.

When I looked at it again, Tyxella, who was about to retreat to respond, had already inserted into the penalty area from behind Koates!

"What a chance!"

Figo, who was in the stands, stood up in shock by the pass.

Deco couldn't believe it: "A 50-meter-long through ball can be so accurate! O my God!"

When I looked at it again, Sporting Lisbon's left central defender Inacio had already quickly made up for Teksella's side, and the two were about to compete in the run.

Seeing this scene, Figo's mood changed from high to low, and he sighed: "It's a pity that the opponent's central defender is not a vegetarian, so he actually predicted this pass."

Deco also said, "Although Inacio is not as strong as Koyates, he should still have an advantage over the opponent's Tyxella."

However, at this moment, a jaw-dropping scene appeared.

I saw that Inacio had already stuck to Tyxella's side, and also stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the other party's clothes.

But looking at Teksella, he didn't seem to be affected at all, not only did he not slow down because of the other party's pull, but he even almost brought Inácio down with his strength.

"This? How is this possible?"

In the Lisbon dugout, head coach Ammorim rushed to the sidelines.

He stared blankly at his own forbidden area, and said to himself, "No...... No...... Didn't you say that the other party's striker had average strength?"

In amazement, Teksela got ahead of goalkeeper Costa and slid the ball out.

Although at this time, the opposing goalkeeper had already slapped his feet, but Teksaila was like a strong African bison, and with the blessing of his skills, he would not lose his balance at all because of this collision.

"Bang!"

A huge shot rang out in the Sporting Lisbon penalty area.

Teksela fired a powerful shot through their opponent who had been humiliating them just now.

"The ball is in!"

"Teksera!"

In the stands, because of the appearance of Simon King just now, the fans who were already hot up were greatly satisfied at this moment.

They waved their scarves, they waved their jerseys, they threw down their white handkerchiefs and shouted the team's name in unison.

"Vixena! Vixana!"

After scoring the goal, Texela rushed into the net.

He grabbed the ball in his arms before the opposing goalkeeper could reach out, raised his fist to greet the crowd, and strode towards the halfway line.

"We are Vixena! We are Simon King's warriors! Come on, brothers!"

In the congratulations of his teammates, Teksela had a firm look in his eyes, and he was like an unfinished beast, infecting every teammate.

"That's right! There's still time to play!"

"Everyone's working hard, we're going to get the equalizer!"

"No! We're going to win, we're going to win!"

"To win!"

"Win!"

In an instant, the faces of every Vixerna warrior showed a completely different firmness and composure from the first half, and they didn't even want to use words to fight back against each other, but all stood in position.

On the big screen, Thomas's vision throughout the half-court, as well as his brilliant passing, scrolled again and again.

Deco exclaimed, "Throughout my career, the quality of this pass is far above mine."

Figo

He also said, "What about you? I'm sorry to myself."

Suddenly, the two of them said in unison, "But Teksaila's strength and technique are also amazing!"

On the sidelines of the pitch, seeing that the opponent was returning a ball so quickly, Losalino walked quickly to Ammorim's side.

"Amorim, don't worry, it's an accident."

"Was it really just an accident?" Amorim was still in a state of shock.

"I can't be mistaken, it's hard to do this kind of passing again in a lifetime."

"That's right."

Listening to the other party's words, the fear in Amorim's heart began to slowly dissipate.

Then Losalinno said, "But I have a suggestion."

"You say!"

"I think I can replace Paulinho with Slimani, because he is tired, and secondly, Slimani has more running and pressing ability, and at the same time, he has height, so he should be able to help the team."

Slimani, has a height of 188.

As a centre-forward, he is not only strong, but also very committed to his work, reaching 16 points.

In addition, this player likes to carry the ball with his back and passes the ball very well, which makes him a qualified standing center.

Seeing that Slimani was going to be substituted, Simon King was immediately happy in his heart.

As the owner of the system, he is too aware of the strengths and weaknesses of this player, and has also made tactical arrangements for him.

However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside Simon King.

"Simon King, do you still know me?"

Simon King turned his head and saw that it was the other party's tactical analyst, Losalinno.

"Hello sir, we meet again."

Simon King was polite and polite, but in exchange for humiliation from the other party.

"I said a long time ago that you won't have any future. Don't look at you as a head coach now, but I can tell you responsibly that this Vixerna team has been taken away by you."

Hearing this, Simon King was a little depressed.

Memories of the past also quickly came to mind.

"Simon King, please don't talk to me in the future, your so-called tactical thinking is nothing more than just talk on paper."

"Simon King, you're in charge of setting up the facilities for the students."

"Simon King, I can tell you responsibly that you are not suitable for football, you better go and get a bus driver's license and run transportation."

"Simon King, let you give the student a hand, did you hear that?"

"What? Why wouldn't you? You've never played football before, but you only know how to talk nonsense about games, why don't you go?"

"Not convinced? If you don't accept me, I'll kick you out of the coaching class, and I'll make you never get a coaching certificate, do you believe it or not?"

For a while, those grievances that were pressed in my heart raised my head again.

The corners of Simon King's mouth twitched, and he said coldly: "Sir, your so-called "responsible statement" is simply your self-contained and self-righteous arrogance!"

"Am I arrogant?"

Losarino snorted and said disdainfully, "Don't think I'm here to greet you. In fact, I don't even want to admit to teaching you this kind of shit. Okay, I'm going back, I'm just here to tell you that trash is rubbish, and you'll always be rubbish!"

"I'm certainly not a waste, but you're certainly a frog." Simon King's eyes were firm and he responded calmly.

As he walked, Losalinno turned around and said, "Ignorance."