"I said, aren't you two actors?"

A middle-aged Celestial Empire man sitting next to the second elder suddenly said what Claire was thinking.

"What do you mean?" His father asked.

"Your face is getting too fast, isn't it? I could hear you clearly just now, you were clearly accusing Simon King, right?"

"Uh......" His father's face turned red and looked very embarrassed.

But I heard the people of the dynasty say again, "That young man is your son, but his coach, that is my son!" Isn't it okay for you to say that about him?"

"I'll wipe it!"

Hearing this, Kinkel's parents were immediately stupid, and his mother quickly apologized: "I'm sorry sir, we ...... Don't we don't know how to play!"

"It's just, we just don't understand the ball, we're stupid."

The middle-aged man smiled, turned his head and asked, "Then tell me, is this Simon King a layman?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not, he is a real expert, otherwise how could he have discovered a talent like my son!"

Looking at the flattering smiles of the two, the middle-aged man smiled meaningfully, and then pointed to the court and said, "Your son may be about to make meritorious service again."

On the pitch, Wiser took a corner kick that went forward and was pushed out by the opposing team's tall defender.

Moreira, who was standing in front of the penalty area, couldn't squeeze the opponent's Mateus, causing the ball to be taken to the halfway line by the opponent.

At this time, Vichena's central defenders were still in the opponent's penalty area, and although they were already running backwards with all their might, the five-minute skill time was already out of reach, and with the speed of Mateus, it could only be seen for a while.

In the middle line, Vichener only had two defenders, one Julio and the other Kingkel.

Seeing the opponent's star midfielder dribbling forward, Julio fought and retreated, trying to use his position and slow down the opponent's advance while getting close to the opponent's forward path.

But Mateus didn't want to get tangled with him, and after he got close to Julio, he went straight to the ball from a distance, apparently trying to bully Julio with his speed.

In the face of the opponent's long-distance play, Julio was a little unprepared, and speed was not his strong point, so after three or five steps, he was overtaken by Mateus.

Seeing that Julio was broken through, Jinkel, who was originally stuck in the far position, turned around and chased after him.

Although he doesn't have a skill bonus now, his speed is already fast, and the explosiveness of 15 combined with the defensive position of 18 makes him like a gust of wind, and he instantly stuck on the right side of Mateus.

"You little brat, why are you fighting me!"

Seeing Kinkel chasing after him, Mateus taunted and reached out to push the other party.

At the same time, his right shoulder sank downward, trying to take advantage of his opponent's lack of game experience, intending to make a slumpy feint and then cheat out of the space to hit the goal.

But Kinkel ignored him at all, and the other party's pediatric feints, under his prediction of 18 o'clock, seemed to be really a child's performance.

"Bring it to you!"

Jinkel yelled, and before his opponent's center of gravity could return, he reached forward with his left foot to block Mateus.

In order to regain the ball, and for his own face, Mateus reached out and pushed.

In his opinion, the referee is now far behind him, and he has his back to the backcourt, so the movements of his hands will definitely not be detected.

Therefore, his push can be described as both powerful and hidden, so Jinkel, who has poor physical attributes, was directly pushed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Mateus skipped over Kingkle and raised his leg to hit the goal.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the linesman waved the flag on the sidelines, and the referee's whistle sounded.

After another disappointment, the away team's coach's bench once again rang out with the sound of an argument.

Losalino was still tugging at Bruno's collar and exclaimed, "Admit it! You're a girl, you must have secretly sent our game intentions to Simon King!"

"You have to speak

There's proof!" Not to be outdone, Bruno was not to be outdone.

"Simon King's absence in the first half is proof!"

"Yes!"

Losalinno quickly took over and said, "If it wasn't for you who betrayed us, then why have we been at a disadvantage since Simon King appeared? How do you explain it?"

"How do I know?"

Bruno was very angry, but his two fists were hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that quarreling was not his strong point, and he was robbed by the other party for a while.

Coach Amorim felt his head tingle, and he suddenly felt that he was too polite to these people.

So he suddenly said angrily, "Stop it! None of them work, get out!"

Fifty boards each, Lozarino and Ferro were slightly restrained, and they no longer tangled with Bruno, but instead used their eyes to express their anger.

But Bruno, after a moment of silence, came back to Amorim's body: "Believe me, sir, we really have to settle down immediately, the opponent's physical strength is about to fail, we must stabilize the defense first!"

Listening to his words, Amorim was expressionless.

The duo stood like this until Wichener, through a short through ball at the back, dribbled the ball across half the pitch again in just one minute.

"What about after you settle down?" Amorim asked.

Bruno said: "Hold for a while, and when the game goes into the 65th minute, we will press forward and play zone defense."

"That's not right!" Hearing this, Losalino came again.

He exclaimed: "You should keep the way you play, you just need to remind the players to focus and get Santos on the left as close to Slimani as possible."

On the one hand, it is necessary to defend itself, and on the other hand, it is necessary to respond to all changes with the same attitude.

Amorim felt annoyed, always feeling that there was something wrong with both ideas.

After a long time, he decided that he couldn't listen to anyone, so he decisively shouted to the players: "Switch to one-on-one marking, don't care about the formation and the distance between the front and back, compete with them for personal strength!"

Hearing this, Bruno's eyes were so frightened that he quickly persuaded him, "No, coach! The opposing player obviously has vision, so it's too dangerous!"

Gesalino also shouted, "It's okay in the front, but it's not okay in the back! The other party is now on Koficoo, this guy is too fast, it's not easy to mark!"

"Shut up!"

Amorim, this would be really annoying.

He ignored his aides and ran to Nuno Santos, who had been inactive throughout the match.

"Santos, it's time for you to step up! We're going to switch to full-court marking now, shouldn't you play a dragon on the left side?"

Santos blushed a little when the manager asked, but he asked himself how hard he had worked, so he asked rhetorically: "They don't let the ball go to my left and then they don't attack on my side, what do you want me to do?"

"What to do? You have to figure it out!"

"What can I do? The other party is obviously targeting me!"

"Okay, okay! You move to the right and let Tabata come over!"