perfect arc

Chapter 88 Chapter 88: Under pressure, all losers

It didn't take long to answer the call, only ten seconds.

The caller was the assistant coach of the team, and the purpose was to convey Coach Coboni's order to let Kabiner go to the locker room. Even if he was absent due to injury, Coach Koboni asked Kabiney to prepare with his teammates before the game.

Kabinet had no objection to this, and even if he had, he would not dare to disobey the order given by Coach Koboni.

Kabinet stood up, and his buttocks left the warm soft leather cushion of the VIP seat. Mr. Haas next to him didn't talk nonsense, and asked, "Your teammates are here?"

"Hmm~! I'm going to the locker room!" Kabinet replied.

Mr. Haas said: "Go! I won't eat all the food, at least I will leave you a honey sponge cake, but the spicy sausage rice... I can't promise it!"

After finishing speaking, the old guy deliberately bent his lips and smiled.

Cabinet had already opened the glass door, and before stepping in, he replied: "I'm not worried about this, because you must have a cigarette in your right hand and a beer glass in your left hand. As for the food? I dare to speculate that you must I won't touch it!"

After finishing speaking, he also responded with a smile.

Mr. Haas waved his hands, urging Kabinet to go to the dressing room, and said, "Then let's wait and see! Hmph!"

The smiling faces of the two were still there. Afterwards, Kabini didn't answer any more, but slid the glass door and left the VIP room.

somehow?

The pain of rectifying the right ankle injury was faintly twisting the nerves in the ankle at this moment, making Kabinet's gait even more awkward.

Are you nervous?
After taking six steps, Kabini stopped walking, put his left foot on the ground, raised his right foot, and pinched the affected ankle with his right hand. Suddenly, a numbness shot out from his ankle and went straight to his brain The nerves made his whole body go numb.

After the numbness dissipated, a nauseating feeling gushed out of his throat again. Kabini quickly put down his right foot, supported the wall by the corridor, and touched his stomach. . .

A message was sent from the brain, telling Kabinet, get ready to vomit!
However, he swallowed, exhaled three breaths in a slow rhythm, gradually stabilized his body, and insisted on preventing all this from happening. Then, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his left hand, and said in his heart:

"Why am I so nervous?"

"Is it pressure?"

"Is it because I can't play together with my teammates, which indirectly weakens the overall strength of the team and creates pressure?"

He leaned against the wall with a dull expression, but within three seconds, Kabini thought of many things.

Mr. Haas used a tactful way to acknowledge his own strength. In terms of personal mentality, Kabinet was happy, but the negative thing was that Mr. Haas's evaluation put Kabinet quite unbearable pressure.

The source of the pressure is that I can't play with my teammates.

. . . . . .

Kabinet didn't knock on the door of the locker room, but he turned the lock handle and turned in. As soon as his teammates saw him, they coaxed:
"Hey! Cabine! You can't wear your jersey today! Sad?"

"Hey! Cabine! Are you feeling better?"

"Hey! Remember to give us a louder applause later! Otherwise we won't spare you!"

"Ha~ha~ha~!"

Cabinet likes to make jokes about others, and he doesn't mind letting others make jokes about himself, not to mention that this is a group of golf friends who have been on a long-distance battle with him, so he smiled, the smile was very real, and after laughing, the nervousness just now I felt a slow retreat, and my body became more relaxed.

After the teammates finished yelling, they changed their equipment for the battle. Kabinet took three steps forward and saw that his changing position was empty, not even a hanger, and he felt a sour feeling in his heart. . .
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Teammates changed their jerseys, but Kabinet wore simple clothes.

He was very sour, not because he was jealous that his teammates could play, but because he could not contribute to the team, so his face became dull again.

"Sit down! Stand like an idiot! What do you want?"

As soon as the words came, Kabini was called an idiot by one person, and another idiot who gave the word——Mashu, Fan Kakit.

"Oh~!" Kabini came back to his senses, and sat down in his dressing seat.

Mashu wrapped his ankle brace and said, "I heard that you were punished by an internal suspension for two games. Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

Kabini turned his head, and replied: "I've been in an annoying mood for the past few days, so... I didn't tell you about it!"

The mouse wrapped the belt three times, and then said: "Really? Alright! Then I want to tell you, you can't do this next time, because we are friends. Things, without my care and comfort, I am worried that you will hug your pillow and cry!"

"Fuck you! Idiot!" Although Kabini was cursing softly, both of them knew that this was their way of communication.

So, the two idiots were laughing.

Of course, the smiles of the two looked idiotic.

Mashu's joke was like a panacea, which completely healed Kabi's inner anxiety. At this time, Kabinet unscrewed the cap of a bottle of energy drink, and poured three mouthfuls down his throat. After equipping it, Cabine said, "I have a question, and I want you to answer it!"

Mashu drank another bottle of energy drink, took a gulp down his throat, and replied, "Ask!"

Cabine straightened his body and said, "After the game starts, if Barcelona kicks off first, how long do you think it will take us to regain possession of the ball?"

The mouse shrunk its nose and said, "I know what you're asking, but I think your starting point for asking is wrong!"

"Oh~? What's wrong!" Kabinet asked, tilting his head.

Mashu's eyes flickered, and he said, "How long will it take us to regain possession of the ball? This question is not important at all. The important thing is whether we can defend the opponent's offensive and then take the opportunity to counterattack!"

After listening to Kabini, he was completely convinced. He thought that the mouse just hit the key point of today's game.

"Hmm~! That's right!" Cabine responded.

Mashu stretched out his right palm, and Kabini immediately understood and gave the same action, and then there was a "crack~!", the two clapped their hands, and the applause sounded crisply, as if a small wave was rippling here.

"Cough~cough~!"

The coughing sound was very deliberate, and Kabini and Mashu knew why, as did the other teammates.

Coach Coboni is about to speak.

The old man was dressed in formal attire, as if he was going to a banquet. He put his hands behind his waist and stood in the center of the locker room. He scanned his team members with his eyes before moving his mouth:
"I don't need to introduce more about today's opponent...!"

Coach Koboni paused for a moment, seeing that the players were focused, nodded his head slightly, and continued: "Because the Barcelona team is good at breaking through the opponent's defense by using the 'ground ball' style of play, so, [Full-court pressing] is our only game strategy. It requires a lot of physical strength to deal with it. Moreover, I hope that the players can play a team spirit. If there is a situation, then give me two to block the defense, in short, I must break the ball from the opponent's feet!"

Coach Koboni swallowed his saliva and spoke slowly. After three seconds, he continued: "The specific combat plan will be explained to you later. What I want to say now is that today we have two main players who will Missed due to injury, but I firmly believe that the players who replaced these two injured players are fully qualified to fill the vacancy!"

"All the players, please don't doubt your own strength! Do you understand?" Coach Koboni's words were closely connected.

"Understood~~!" The players of the Granada team roared in unison.

The striker, who was slightly injured in the last game against Atletico Madrid, and Cabine had the same eyes, and they both had the same thoughts:

[It's a pity that I can't play the game]

At this time, seeing that his team members were full of confidence, Coach Koboni nodded his head in satisfaction, and then said: "Remember! Facing a strong enemy! Don't let yourself feel pressured!"

The old coach paused again, and continued: "Because in the game, as long as you have pressure, then you are destined to be a loser!"

(End of this chapter)