World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 278
Marquez has completely shut up.

He slumped down on the coach seat. This old Brazilian coach, who was not young at all, seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden.

The Brazilian football that I am proud of is so vulnerable that it was sieved by a group of Chinese who can't kick the ball very well.

It is impossible for Brazilian football to lose to China, so the only loser is yourself!

I am really old...

The audience on the sidelines looked frustrated. They couldn't remember the last time they were humiliated by a foreign team in their own land. Maybe it had to be traced back to the shameful 2014:1 in the semi-finals of the 7 World Cup.However, at that time, they lost to the European football powerhouse Germanic Chariots Germany, but now, their opponents are just a bunch of little-known Chinese teenagers!
"Shh~~~" No one knew who was the first to utter a piercing hiss.

Furthermore, this emotion quickly spread and covered the entire training ground.

"Marquez get out!"

"You are too embarrassing for the Brazilians!"

"You don't deserve to play football!"

"You make a bunch of Chinese kids look like Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Sao Paulo!"

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There were accusations and insults one after another.

This game was played at the training ground of the base, the stands were next to the competition ground, and even many spectators surrounded the training ground, so these harsh voices were also very clear, as if they were ringing in the ears of Marquez and his players.

It was extremely uncomfortable to be poked at the spine and scolded.What's more, the game was just a group of 18 and 9-year-old teenagers. The Brazilian players on the field bowed their heads in shame, and some even started to sob.And Marquez slumped on the seat, staring at the court blankly, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost hope in life.

When the effect of high foresight was achieved, he changed players and replaced the only remaining substitute. So far, all Chinese teenagers have had the experience of playing.

Gao Yuan also conveyed a signal to the Brazilians in this way: We do not rely on someone to win, each of us is very strong!

Gao Yuan originally thought that the score was about the same. We all belonged to the same club. There was no need to make it too ugly. The score of 5:0 was enough to teach the arrogant Brazilians a lesson.

But the players on the field misunderstood Gao Yuan's intentions. These hot-blooded teenagers were excited to fight. Seeing Gao Yuan's substitution at this time, they thought that he was not satisfied with the score and wanted to replace him with a new force to continue to strengthen the attack.

This is exactly what they wanted, so instead of not letting go, they kept on yelling and chasing fiercely.

One side has completely lost morale and the morale of the army is slackened; the other side is full of fighting spirit and swallows thousands of miles like a tiger.

In the 74th minute, Wang Zi organized a series in the frontcourt, with himself as the axis, and Qiu Feng, He Xiaoke, Pan Xinyue, Liu Yun and others passed the ball consecutively.

The score expanded to 6:0!

The ball was passed and received 15 times in a row, and all the offensive players in the frontcourt participated. All of them were interspersed with running.In front of the Brazilian players, these Chinese teenagers seem to exist like Barcelona.

Marquez was ashen-faced, with nothing to love.

Watching the Chinese shoot the ball one after another, his already blank mind suddenly remembered that Gao Yuan emphasized fast balls and simulating actual combat scenes over and over again during the robbing training.

In the 81st minute, Xu Yifan made a long pass from a long distance. Although the Brazilian player grabbed the first point and cleared the ball with a header, the astute He Xiaoke predicted in advance, grabbed the second point, and then quickly organized a second attack.

7: 0.

Marquez's cloudy old eyes were already a little blurred.He couldn't remember how many times he was robbed of the second position by the Chinese.He didn't understand why the Chinese always seemed to react half a beat faster than his own players, but it was this half a beat that could determine the trend of the game and the outcome.

But why?Is it true that the Chinese respond faster than the Brazilians?impossible!Then there is the difference in training.

"The high-tech training room has a unique effect on the training of reaction speed and sensitivity." Perinati's words echoed in his mind again. Could it be that what the nerd said was right?His pile of high-tech toys isn't just toys?Is it true that I am outdated and should be swept away into the garbage dump of history together with the backward traditional concept of Brazilian football...
In the 89th minute, Wang Zi's consecutive breakthroughs won a free kick in a very good position.Of course, Qiu Feng would not miss such an opportunity. He kicked a strongly spinning banana ball, bypassing the goalkeeper's save, and flew into the dead corner of the goal again.

8:0
Marquez couldn't think of anything anymore, he felt very tired, the belief he had held on to all his life collapsed, and something in his soul seemed to be pulled away, he felt like a walking dead.

The summer sea breeze from Happy Harbor blew by, but Marquez felt a little cold, and shrank his neck subconsciously.

There was no more abuse from the sidelines, because the fans had almost left, and the only ones left were media reporters or related industry insiders.The cameraman's camera captured just what Marquez did just now. In the camera, a poor old man who was eliminated by history was sitting alone on the sidelines, with dazed and helpless eyes, waiting for the trial of fate.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.The pointer of the time just pointed to 90 minutes, and there was no extra second.

The Chinese teenagers who won the victory did not celebrate wantonly, as if everything was taken for granted.

As Gao Yuan said, we will win, and we can win beautifully.

The biggest gain of this game is not winning the game, nor is it just boosting confidence, but completely convincing everyone that Guidance Gao is right and the Gao family army is invincible.

In the hearts of these 18 and 9-year-old teenagers, Gao Yuan is not only their coach, but also their leading brother, and an existence close to God.From then on, everyone firmly supports the decisions made by Gao Yuan; everyone follows Gao Yuan's instructions unswervingly!
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ps: Please take a day off for Labor Day. It has been updated for 11 consecutive days since November. Fenghou is exhausted and needs to take a break. Taking advantage of the auspicious number of chapter 162, I will ask all book friends for a leave.Have a great Labor Day everyone!
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