World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 344 The Annoying Vuvuzela

Mirasol's offensive trident is very active.

In all fairness, Mirasol's offense is not in vain.The trio of Susa, Maracquias, and Roberto all have the ability to attack with the ball, active movement, tacit cooperation, frequent crossovers, and very smooth operation.

The team's overall style of play is also very tikitaka, the ball is always in motion, and the players are always interspersed with running positions.

The overall tactics of Brazilian football are not as advanced as those in Western Europe.Most teams, including some so-called giants, are still stuck in the personal heroic football where the stars solve problems alone.Therefore, it seems that Mirasol's style of play is like a clear stream, impacting the stagnant pool of old Brazilian football.

Ask the spring how clear it is, for there is a source of flowing water!Mirasol is like a clear spring, the flowing water does not rot, the hinge does not rot, the ball is constantly passing and shifting, such as frail flowing water, trickling, moistening things silently, constantly penetrating towards DB's goal.

And the already panicked DB teenagers felt even more powerless when faced with the opponent's yin and soft style of play.

They were full of resentment, full of angry strength.I really want to punch heavily to vent out the depression and anger in my heart.However, the opponent's attack was like running water, without a little force, all the punches he punched fell into the air.

The ball is constantly spinning under the opponent's feet. The DB teenagers want to press and fight, but they can't match it at all. After finally having physical contact, the opposing player will be like a weak girl, unable to bear half of the force. After a little squeeze, he will fall to the ground and roll back and forth.

The home fans would boo and curse loudly, and then the blind referee awarded the ball to the opponent indiscriminately.

After repeating it many times, the anger of the DB teenagers became more and more intense, and their rebellious psychology was also aroused and strengthened.As long as there is a confrontation, you call me a foul?Well, I'll show you the real foul!
As a result, the movements of the players of the DB team gradually began to become rough. They would exert all their strength when confronting each other physically, and no longer pay attention to the proportion of their feet, as if kicking the opponent down is their current preferred way of venting.

All of a sudden, all kinds of flying shovels, collisions, and pulls appeared endlessly on the court.If it is said that the Mirasol players fell to the ground just now had a lot of show elements, then now they are really knocked to the ground.

Amidst the yelling and shouting of tens of thousands of spectators at home, the referee showed no mercy and showed DB 4 yellow cards.

The first half is not over yet, DB has already paid the price of a red card and 6 yellow cards.More than half of the main players have received yellow cards. If things go on like this, sooner or later someone will be sent off again.

Gao Yuan was terrified watching from the stands, for fear that after a certain collision, the referee, who was blind and unable to use his mind, would be impulsive and draw a red card from his butt pocket again.

I have already been sent to the stands, if another player is sent off, the mentality of my young players will definitely collapse. It is really impossible to predict what kind of actions they will make when they are young and frivolous.
In desperation, he yelled in the stands, trying to remind his players to calm down, but he didn't know how to roar, his voice was wrapped in the shouts of tens of thousands of fans, and not even a sliver of it reached the stadium.

what to do?As high as an ant on a hot pan.

By the way, call!

Gao Yuan quickly dialed the old Baal's cell phone.

However, this old-school Brazilian coach actually threw his mobile phone into the locker room in order not to interfere with the game!

Gao Yuan called Liu Jindong again, but unfortunately, the stadium was so noisy that he didn't hear the phone ring.

TMD
Hit Han Peng again...

Finally, finally got through to Periati's cell phone.

Thank God!

Gao Yuan decided that a discipline must be promulgated after this game: the mobile phones of all coaching staff members must be kept unblocked for 24 hours, and the volume must be turned to the maximum!
"Hey, boss!"

"Remind the players to calm down!"

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you!"

"I said calm down!"

"It's too loud! Please speak up"

"I~say~tell~tell~ball~players~calm~quiet!!!" Gao Yuan could only roar hysterically.

"I heard it! Coach Ballista is already doing it! But it doesn't work!"

After Gao left the field, it was the old Baal who took the command instead of him.

"Then remind me, just say I said it!"

Gao Yuan was screaming heart-piercingly.Suddenly there was a sharp siren, which made Gao Yuan almost deaf. When he looked back, he saw a Brazilian fan wearing a Mirasol uniform holding a long vuvuzela, stretching it to Gao Yuan's phone, holding his breath and blowing vigorously.

"The coach of the DB team is calling his dog legs, come and stop him!"

Someone nearby yelled at others in the stands.

What the fuck! %￥#@&······
Gao Yuan watched helplessly as more and more fans of the home team with vuvuzelas gathered around him, and began to play and sing desperately.The whistle-like sound almost deafened his ears!

For a moment, apart from the loud noise of the vuvuzela, nothing in the world could be heard, let alone what Periati was shouting on the other end of the phone.

"Don't you care?" Gao Yuan yelled at the two strong security guards beside him.

"What?" The two guys were also annoyed by the quarrel, covering their ears with their hands.

"Did I say I don't care?"

"We are a free country, blowing the vuvuzela is everyone's freedom," the security guard at the stadium said disdainfully.

"..."

What you said makes a lot of sense, but what's going on with that grinning, miserable look of yours!
On the sidelines of the court, Periati discussed with several members of the coaching staff, and everyone yelled into the court together:
"Calm down! Director Gao is calling, tell you to calm down! Don't foul! Or go back and kick your ass!"

According to the rules of the football competition, there can only be one person standing and commanding in the command area on the sidelines, but there is no rule that shouting into the field is not allowed on the bench.

The voice of one person is limited, but the shouts of a group of people are very impactful. Soon, the DB boys on the field heard the shouts from the bench.

Gao Yuan's name has an absolute deterrent effect on the teenagers.Although it's impossible to be calm, at least everyone didn't dare to foul indiscriminately anymore, and their movements were restrained a lot.

In the stands, Gao Yuan, whose ears were about to be deafened by the dozens of vuvuzelas surrounding him, was relieved to see that the players began to pay attention to their movements. He looked at his watch and saw that there were about 10 minutes left before the halftime break. He thought of a way to make adjustments.

However, he soon discovered that the players' movements have been restrained, but it does not mean that their mentality has been adjusted.On the contrary, his hands and feet seemed to be more restrained.

Because he deliberately avoided confrontation, his defensive actions began to deform, and he always seemed to be half a beat behind on the court.

These idiots...
Gao Yuan subconsciously took out his mobile phone, but the vuvuzela surrounding his ear suddenly increased by N decibels, forcing him to give up the immature idea of ​​making a phone call.

Damn, noise pollution!Isn't Brazil's Environmental Protection Agency coming to check?
(End of this chapter)