Chapter 40: Castile (One More Subscription Requested!) )

Just after Christmas, the whole of Spain is in the mood for the holidays.

As for the youth and echelon players, they already need to get up early to train.

Real Madrid's youth academy and echelon, and called Castilly, also known as Real Madrid Castilla Football Club.

In 1972, Castilla became a reserve for Real Madrid.

In 1991, the Spanish Football Association stipulated that the reserve team could not use a name different from the other team, so Castile changed its name to "Real Madrid Atletico Madrid" and "Real Madrid B Team".

It wasn't until 2005 that they were renamed 'Real Madrid-Castilla FC'.

Castilla is the reserve team of Real Madrid, unlike the Premier League and Serie A, the echelon of La Liga can play in the professional league, so Castile has been in La Liga and has won the La Liga championship many times.

However, due to the regulations, the reserve team is one level lower than the first team, so they will never be able to enter La Liga.

After all, Real Madrid is the only three teams in Spanish football that have never been relegated.

Four years ago, though, they were relegated to the third division.

"Trouble is dead!"

"Long time no see!"

He wants to be Real Madrid's 'manager'!

At this time, he will pay attention to the so-called youth training and follow-up strength.

Now that the club has assigned a task, he is naturally very impatient.

That's where they prove their worth.

The other side is to pour them chicken broth.

This is Real Madrid!

Is this the Bernabeu?

Why can't you be the one with that small probability?

Therefore, even now, countless young talents are still attacking the Bernabeu Stadium.

Due to Real Madrid's strict promotion regulations and performance requirements, only Arbeloa has remained in the first team in the past five years.

On the one hand, there is a tough lineup and the second half of the season.

It's just that the probability of entering the first team from the reserve team is pitifully low, and even if you enter the first team, the probability of staying there is even lower.

Others are on trial with the first team but will soon be on loan out for training.

Real Madrid's number one star, Suker!

For Real Madrid, these young players will not necessarily stay at the Bernabeu, but they will definitely sell for a good price.

After all, when signing the contract, they indicated that they needed to cooperate with the club's promotional efforts.

After all, there is such a thing as youth training, but if one can be raised, this will make Real Madrid a lot of money.

He has barely rested since entering the winter break.

After the workout, even fewer were able to return to the first team.

A lot of activities still have to be continued.

Castilla FC is located about five kilometres from Real Madrid's training base, while their home stadium is the Stadio di Stéfano on the outskirts of Madrid.

A stout middle-aged man walked over, first shaking hands with Mourinho and greeting him, before smiling and hugging Suke.

"Long time no see!"

Suker followed behind Mourinho, his expression also a little impatient.

For this reason, at this time, Suke also needs to work hard.

All the players of Castile, their lifelong dream is to leave the Di Stefano Stadium and go to the Bernabeu Stadium in the heart of the city.

Mourinho rubbed his hair irritably.

On the one hand, it is to mobilize their enthusiasm.

In other words, before he takes power, he will not be in charge of youth training.

At the same time, find a way to get the transfer rights from Florentino.

But even with such a low probability, there is still an endless stream of young players who want to join Real Madrid's academy.

Compared to other teams, Real Madrid does not attach much importance to youth training, but it does not mean that it is completely abandoned.

Mourinho doesn't like the academy very much!

Now, Mourinho's goal is to produce results and then take control of the dressing room.

Real Madrid manager, Noze. Jose Mourinho.

As a result, the first team sends stars to the academy and the echelons every year.

During this time, he was still filming various activities and advertisements, and the day was the house-shooting base-event site, and the three places were rotated in succession.

There is little time, but at the request of the club, I have to come to participate in the so-called youth training activities.

And today, the Castile Stadium welcomes two important guests.

At this time, Mourinho was unkempt and squinted slightly, as if he was feeling a little sleepless.

On the other hand, it is also necessary to promote the transfer of the winter window and the issue of transfer out.

And now, Mourinho will only adopt a 'buy, buy, buy' policy for the sake of results.

However, it can't be helped.

This person is none other than the coach of the B team, Ledepp, who served as the fire coach of Real Madrid last season.

Since Jose Mourinho took over, he has returned to the B team and continues to manage Castilla.

"Where do we start?"

Rydepp points to the instrument room tract; "Let's go visit first."

Before he could finish speaking, Mourinho waved his hand and interrupted: "Let's start directly, call the players over, and I'll say two words."

Suke smiled.

She likes Mourinho's character, not dragging his feet and getting straight to the point.

Besides, Suker has a bunch of things to do.

"Okay, okay!"

Mourinho led the way to the training ground, and Ledepp approached Suker: "This Mr. Mourinho is not very easy to get along with!"

Su Ke shrugged: "Usually not like this, I guess I haven't slept well in the past few days, and now I'm a little sensitive."

From the moment he entered the training base, Mourinho wore an expression and a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

It's just that it's not dissatisfied, it's that I'm too sleepy.

Inside the training base in Castile.

A group of reserve players stood in three rows.

It was not hard to tell from their faces that they were very excited, after all, it was the first team manager and the number one star who came to them to watch the test.

Despite the winter break, they are not going to pass up this opportunity, they want to show their hand in front of Mourinho and, like Carvajal, want to be in front of Suker's idol

, a good performance player.

Mourinho stood in the middle of the pitch, looking at the opposite side and frowning fiercely.

"Quiet!" Mourinho roared.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked nervously at Mourinho, and then the latter slowly spoke: "The club has given me a target to take five of you to participate in the first team assessment."

After a pause, Mourinho emphasized; "Remember it's an indicator! It doesn't mean I want it!"

"You were relegated from La Liga in 2006/2007 and by the time you were in League C, Atletico Barcelona had already finished second in La Liga!"

Hearing this, a group of Castile players showed frustrated expressions.

Mourinho's words were unrelenting: "Our first team has beaten their first team five times in two seasons, and our second team is not even qualified to play with them, so let me select players in such a team? And you are going to be trained to be the main starter? I thought Mr. Perez was joking with me!"

"A player who doesn't even qualify to play against Barcelona II wants to play against Barcelona's first team under my command? You think it makes sense

Is it?"

The stadium was silent.

Mourinho's blunt words and naked mockery made their cheeks redden, but they couldn't refute it.

"But I'm sure there will be submerged gems in the garbage!"

Mourinho changed his words, looked down at the time and said: "I give you 40 minutes to play against each other, 20 minutes in the first half and 20 minutes in the second half, your task is very simple, let me remember you!"

"The specific way to group is up to your head coach, Mr. Ledpool." Mourinho rubbed his eyebrows and said, "At least don't disappoint me too much, please!"

One sentence made these Castilian players furious.

One by one, they clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

If it was excitement and excitement at first, then it's pure anger now.

Jose Mourinho returned to the pitch and sat alongside Suker.

"Is it necessary to provoke them so much?" Suke whispered; "What if one of them has a bad temper and they want to beat you up?"

Mourinho gestured to the bodyguard of the strong man in the tower behind Suker.

"Isn't that your bodyguard?"

Suke grinned.

At this point, Mourinho pulled out his notebook and began to read it seriously.

For Mourinho's notebook, Suker and other Real Madrid players are very curious, so Suker can't help but stretch his neck.

I saw that Mourinho turned sideways slightly and covered up the notes.

"What?"

Suke blinked and pointed to his note, "I want to see it!"

"You don't understand!" Mourinho said directly.

Ha?

Su Ke felt provoked, he had been playing for so long, how could he not understand it at all.

Maybe he understood the meaning in Su Ke's eyes.

Mourinho opened the note for Suker to watch.

"What is this?"

Suke was shocked.

It's not that you can't read the content, but you can't read the handwriting.

The entire notebook page was a mess, with various dotted and solid lines interlaced, and there were notes on the side, but the scribbled handwriting was completely unrecognizable to Su Ke.

However, at the top, Suker saw three names, which were Nacho, Vazquez, and Carvajal.

All three are defenders, young players born in 1990, 1991 and 1992 respectively.

Vazquez played as a left winger in this game.

That means Mourinho is not unprepared.

Even if there are indicator tasks, they should be carefully chosen, not foolish.

However, according to the original time and space, except for Carvajal, the other two have not been able to stay in Real Madrid, or have been loaned out for training, or transferred away.

At this point, the arena has been divided into two teams.

Nacho, Vazquez and Carvajal are all in the same team, and it is clear that Mourinho, despite handing over the team to Ledepp, has instructed the players to be watched in one team.

"Hey! Lucas, behave, let's go to the first team together!"

Carvajal said, looking at Vázquez.

Nacho on the side also leaned over and said; "Regardless of our relationship, we have to work together in this game, there are only five places in the first team and we have to win three!"

Nacho, Vazquez and Carvajal are also well-known players in the development squad, and if they are not geniuses, they are definitely strong players.

And, Jose Mourinho is notoriously fond of hoarding defenders, so they think they have a good chance.

Only Vazquez was helpless, why should he play left winger.

Although he can adapt to the full-back and left and right winger positions, it will be better to play at the back in this game.

In a short time, the game in the arena began.

Tournament in the reserves

, playing according to the rhythm of the third division.

In Suke's opinion, the pace is ridiculously slow.

Stop the ball and watch left and right before the opposing player approaches.

And the attacking player does not attack, but passes.

Moreover, the error rate is outrageously high, and the organizational rhythm is even more chaotic.

"What are they playing?"

Su Ke couldn't help but complain.

Mourinho didn't look at the training ground, but at the reserve coach Ledepp.

He can be regarded as understanding why the reserve team was relegated, what kind of squad structure is this?

Most of the players themselves have no problems, but the midfield is playing in a mess that affects the whole team.

This is true for the assessors.

The same goes for the other side.

"Is Ledpp British?" Mourinho asked, turning to Suker.

Suker blinked, "He's Spaniard, but he seems to have studied in England and trained as a coach in England for a while."

Mourinho nodded.

So, this bulky, rough, ugly way of playing is all due to Ledpool's arrangement.

At this time, Mourinho was thinking, when he was in power, the first thing to fire was this guy!

The reserves were almost wiped out by him.

"Stop!"

solemn

Riño suddenly roared.

The fierce competition in the arena was stopped.

Everyone looked at Mourinho with a puzzled look in their eyes.

Mourinho turned to look at Suker; "Suke, you go to the blue team and play in midfield!"

Ha?

Suker looked at Mourinho in shock.

He's also coping with things, why do you still have to play football!

Mourinho continued: "Tell them how to play a game correctly!"

Su Ke blinked, pointed to the shoes under his feet, and said, "I don't have any equipment!"

Ledp, who was on the side, immediately said; "There are a lot of sneakers in the base that you can wear."

Su Ke immediately showed a look of disgust.

Those sneakers are probably worn by others, with the smell of stinky feet, and I don't know if there is athlete's foot.

"Forget it, I'll just put on my sneakers!"

Suke waved his hand.

Anyway, it's just a passing and catching ball, and he doesn't plan to pass people, and it doesn't matter if he has a grip or not.

Suke took the blue vest from Ledpool's hand, put it on his body, and walked onto the court with his arms flicked.

"Boss, I'll just play for 20 minutes!"

Suke turned his head and shouted.

Mourinho nodded; "20 minutes is enough!"

Suke sighed.

At this time, the eyes of the players on the blue side were glowing one by one.

In particular, Carvajal, Nacho, and Vázquez looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement.

Oh, my God! They're going to play with Sooke!

Suker walked up to the court, he glanced left and right and said, "You guys just play at your own pace, you don't have to pass the ball to me!"

Suke has the attitude of paddling if he can.

But soon, he realizes that he was wrong.

When the game resumed, the BLU team began to concentrate on giving possession to Suker, combing the rhythm with Suker's passes.

Su Ke wanted to paddle, but found that he couldn't.

However, this intensity and rhythm is like kicking a child for Suke.

After playing for a while, Suker kind of understood why he didn't promote players from the reserves.

This reserve is a bit rotten.

At least, that's how it is now!

Bang! Bang!

Suker made a one-foot pass and received the ball, barely making any other superfluous movements.

He doesn't hold the ball either, he just knocks it to his teammates and then runs to the next one

Gap, continue to pass and receive the ball.

Suke didn't exert any strength at all.

Don't even give the opponent any chance to get close to him, it's just a pass to catch the ball.

But even so, the ball was moving gently at Sooker's feet, and the blue team's rhythm was being combed by Suke.

"What do you do with the forward pass, the always return pass?"

Suke kicked and complained.

These guys are used to stinky bugs.

With Suker's passing, their style is also starting to move towards passing.

It's just that Castile's passing control is obviously not true.

"Forward!" Suke shouted more than once.

"The purpose of possession is not to keep the ball, but to attack, to use the pass to interfere with the opponent's defense and look for opportunities!"

At this point, Suke quickly turned his head from side to side to observe.

Suddenly he began to retreat, and his body crouched down to claim the ball.

Seeing this, Carvajal immediately passed the ball.

Suker picked the ball on his toes, and in order to attract the attention of the opposition defence, turned his head to the right and looked at the right wing, but his left foot was flipped, and he gently tapped the ball in the air with his heel.

【NoLookPass】

The technical term for football is 'not to look at people passing the ball'.

Oh!!!

The rest of the reserve coaches on the field were exclaiming.

Suke's moves were fluid and effortless, looking less like kicking a ball and more like dancing.

What's more, based on Suker's pass, Vazquez singled out!

Vázquez was a little blindsided.

Running and running, he is single-handed!

Of course, his own position is one thing, and Suke's grasp of this position is also one thing.

Besides, Suker's pass was really comfortable.

Approaching goal, Vázquez picked up his left foot, feigned a shot, and suddenly slid diagonally behind the goal.

Suke blinked, looked at the ball, smacked it sideways, and then shot.

However, the ball could not be carried out, after all, it is not a professional football boot, the friction is not enough, and the touch is also problematic.

The ball grazed the goal post and flew off the baseline.

Suke grinned and shook his head helplessly.

"That pass was awesome!"

Vázquez took the initiative to find Suke, and said excitedly.

Suke looked at Vázquez; "You're a defender, aren't you?"

Vázquez nodded in surprise, "That's right! How do you know?"

Suke smiled; "You're not fit to play as a striker!"

In the following period, Suker fully played an exemplary role for these reserve players.

Suker never imagined that one day he would be on Spanish soil, giving these Spanish players technical poverty alleviation!

That's enough!

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