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Chapter 44 Poor Performance

"This is what you call a genius, Contrales?"

Rusto lost interest in watching the match between Barcelona and Real Sociedad just over ten minutes later.Real Sociedad played very well in this game, which can be seen from their 2:0 lead over Barcelona, ​​but this is not the point, because the purpose of Rusto's arrival here is not to cheer for the rivals in the same city.

He came here with the task assigned by the head coach Mr. Eisner. He came here to observe the genius named Fan Bizhuang that Molina solemnly recommended to the club.

But looking at it now, it really did not meet his expectations, what kind of genius is completely a bunch of ****, can't fight, can't pass the ball, and even reacts a little slower, an out-and-out "oil bottle" .

He is not a professional football coach, but he has worked for a professional football club for so many years. In his eyes, it is not enough to describe Fan Bizhuang's performance in the first half as terrible. It's a disaster, but can such a guy be called a genius?
Don't be ridiculous, compared to him, several of his teammates, such as the young Barcelona player named Kerkic, are more in line with the standard of geniuses!
Facing Rusto's unabashed sarcasm and ridicule, Molina just had a gloomy face and didn't speak.

He didn't refute, because the facts were right in front of him, Fan Bizhuang's performance was really bad.

But he still insists on his own judgment. Professional players have their own highs and lows, let alone young players who have not yet formed.And after the initial shock, Molina found the reason for Fan Bizhuang's poor performance-yes, this little guy who performed well on the training ground is just not suitable for the regular professional arena.

Thinking about it, Fan Bizhuang has never had any experience in the youth league. Isn't it normal for Fan Bizhuang to show that he doesn't adapt to the rhythm of the game when he starts for the first time?
Molina was silent for a while, and then said: "It may be the first time he has played in a professional game. He has not fully adapted. If he is given time, I think..."

"Give him time?" Rusteau knew what Molina wanted to say, and snorted at it, "How much time? If he can't adapt for a lifetime, then do we have to wait for him forever? Ha, respected" Molina Detective ’, as much as it sounds hurtful, but I still want to say, this guy, it’s just a bunch of shit, that’s all, and I don’t think I should waste my time on this shit.”

"you……"

Molina's face showed uncontrollable anger. Rusto's words were not only insulting Fan Bizhuang, but also insulting him. This was the biggest doubt and denial of his working ability.

"Goodbye, Mr. Contrales."

Rusto didn't even look at Molina, who was full of anger, stood up, straightened his suit, turned and left.

"It was a disappointing half-time. Well, I will not accompany you, Mr. Contrares, you continue to enjoy the performance of the genius in your mouth."

Watching the opponent gradually disappearing into the corner of the stands, Molina slowly loosened his clenched fists, but he sighed heavily and leaned on the seat tiredly.

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At the end of halftime, Fan Bizhuang walked into the locker room in silence.

He felt that his performance in the game was a mess and useless, and he couldn't figure out why, even his performance in training and in-team games was not as good as half.

He obviously felt that he had no problem and was very powerful, but he just couldn't use it.This made him feel extremely distressed.

Fan Bizhuang thought he would be criticized by Enrique or ridiculed by Vilanova, but he didn't.The teammates didn't complain to him either, perhaps because of his reputation as a "violent madman", or for other reasons.

Enrique approached him and asked him to be more active in the second half: "You know what your biggest weapon is, but in the first half, you seem to have been helping Lauren to defend? Don't be on it Too much energy wasted and you keep going and going and passing the ball! Get it, Pham?"

There was some embarrassment on Fan Bizhuang's indifferent face.

Before the game, Enrique told him this. His main task is to attack. As for assisting his teammates in defense, it is just incidental. If possible, he can share a little defensive task. If not, it doesn't matter.

But in fact, Fan Bizhuang seldom moved forward after he realized that he had all his strength but could not use it. He was used to staying near the midfield, and his teammates passed the ball to him, and he quickly put the football back. hand it back.The rest is to keep running back to contribute to the team's great defense.

It didn't work out well, because he was even worse defensively than he was on offense today.

Fan Bizhuang didn't want to admit it, but it was the fact that he avoided the question a bit.When he knew something was wrong, he began to deliberately avoid pressing the offense, because his performance did not help the team in any way, which made him at a loss.

"It's not like you at all."

When he was about to reappear, Vilanova appeared in front of Fan Bizhuang. His voice was calm, but there was an obvious curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Fan Bizhuang knew that Vilanova was laughing at him, so he gave him a cold look, and walked out of the locker room without saying a word.

Enrique came over and patted him on the shoulder: "You clearly know what his problem is, but you don't give him some instructions and suggestions, and even provoke him. I have to say, Tito, I found your There seems to be a mocking halo around his head."

Vilanova grinned and smiled: "Sarcasm is also a means of motivating people, and that's what he does."

Enrique shrugged helplessly and smiled.

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Vilanova's taunt did have some effect, but the effect was not very obvious, but at least Fan Bizhuang's attitude towards the game became much more positive.

Of course, positives are positives, but his performance was still catastrophic.

He obeyed the instructions of the head coach and no longer put his mind on defense, but was in the midfield. After getting the ball, he either sprinted forward with the ball or passed the ball directly.

It seems to be very decisive, but the purpose of the pass is a bit blind. The number of times his teammates in the frontcourt actually received his pass is one of the few.

And the feeling of being too powerful still accompanied him. Several times, in order to ensure the accuracy of the pass, Fan Bizhuang adjusted his head and observed his teammates' running positions, but the opponent rushed over quickly, either He squeezes out of the way, or else breaks the ball off his feet.

He seems to be slow to react, falling behind everywhere.

Molina, who was left alone, shook his head in the stands. This was not the Fan Bizhuang he was familiar with. He looked clumsy, as if he didn't know how to play football.

"Well, sure enough..."

Vilanova pondered, while Enrique shook his head and said: "Really what? Hey, his performance in the offense is simply unsightly, Tito, is this really the Fan we are familiar with? I am wondering now It’s my own decision, maybe we shouldn’t bring him to the game so early, I’m worried whether he will never recover after suffering such a huge blow.”

"His understanding of professional football is still too shallow, and he can even be said to have no knowledge. He is completely unadapted to the rhythm and habits of professional football." Vilanova kept writing and scribbling in his small notebook, he said The words seem to be explaining to Enrique, but also like a statement talking to himself.

"Are you sure you still need to use more games to let him accumulate experience?" Enrique asked again.

"Yes, he has played too few professional games. This should be the first official game in his life." Vilanova nodded and said seriously, "He is a very smart player who is good at summarizing, as long as Give him time, give him more games and he'll find out what's wrong and fix it. Trust me and trust him, Luiz."

"of course."

Enrique shrugged noncommittally. "I'm looking forward to Fan's change in the near future. The ugly duckling becomes a beautiful white swan? It's exciting to think about it!"

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Fan Bizhuang's performance was terrible, but surprisingly, he still played the whole game. The head coach used up three substitutions, but Fan Bizhuang still stayed on the court.

In the end, Barcelona lost the game with a score of 1:3. It was still Bojan who scored the team's consolation goal. His performance in this Barcelona reserve team is getting better and better, especially in the team In the case of a poor overall record, he can always score goals, which makes him stand out from the crowd.

Fan Bizhuang didn't pay attention to Bo Yang, who was surrounded by young players like stars, he just walked off the court, panting heavily.He also felt that he was acting like a piece of shit. You must know that in the past in training and team games, his physical fitness was considered the best. After a whole day of training sessions, he would not feel too much. .But now, he actually felt tired... He really couldn't figure out why.

Fan Bizhuang's complexion was very ugly. Even though his teammates and the coach didn't give him strange looks, he still felt a little ashamed.

Guys who were not as good as him in training performed better than him in games, which made it hard for him who was cold on the outside but proud and sensitive on the inside.

So he remained silent, ignored anyone, even pushed away the clean towel handed to him by the staff, and just walked forward alone.

"Don't give up, Fan. Believe in yourself, you will be the best!"

Such a loud roar came from the stands not far away, repeated over and over again, as if afraid that Fan Bizhuang would not hear him.

Fan Bizhuang raised his head and saw Molina who clenched his fists and opened his mouth and roared.

"Are you here to laugh at me? Crazy!"

Fan Bizhuang just glanced at it, turned around, and continued walking.

Only Molina, who was still on the sidelines, was left messing around in the wind.

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