Beast King Costa

Chapter 10 Defense, No Counterattack

Since the match of the Braga B team was held two days later, according to the usual practice, the head coach of the Braga B team, Jose Aguas, took the players of the B team to the Braga Municipal Stadium to watch and learn from the boss of the first team buddy game.

However, Jose Aguas did not bring Diego Costa.

Before Jose Aguas set off with the players, he left a message to Diego: "You just reported to the B team today, I won't take you with me. Also, be at the M9 Stadium on time at 1 o'clock tomorrow morning Attending the last training session before the game. I don’t like my players being late!”

"I know, I know……"

Diego didn't bother to talk too much to Jose Aguas either.

But after José Aguas took the players from Braga Team B to the Braga Municipal Stadium, Diego discovered that he didn't even know where the dormitory placed for him by Team B was!
"What the hell!"

Since it was off-duty time, the office building was already empty. At this moment, even if Diego wanted to ask someone, he didn't know where to look.

After all, it is 2006 now, and it is not as convenient as Diego was in 2019. You only need a WeChat call, and you can easily find the person you want.

In desperation, Diego had no choice but to find a simple small hotel near the B team's residence and make do with it for the night.

When he dug into his trouser pocket to pay the room fee, Diego discovered that Diego Costa, who was rumored to have been offered an olive branch by a Chinese club with a weekly salary of 65 pounds, was still quite shabby at this moment - he only had a few pounds left in his trouser pocket. to 100 euros, and there were even two crumpled Brazilian reals with a face value of [-] yuan.

However, there is no other way now, if I don't find a place to make do for the night, then I will have to sleep on the street tonight, and I won't be able to attend the training session of Team B at the M1 Stadium on time tomorrow.

Although he had already found the cheapest hotel in the area, Diego still had to spend more than one-tenth of his net worth.

After entering the room, Diego did not continue with the "Body Adaptation Training Dafa". Instead, he took a comfortable hot bath and went directly to bed.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

After chanting this mantra that Diego had to spurn at least ten times a day, Diego successfully entered the Real Ball King system.

"Caesar! I really want to grab that guy Jose Aguas and beat him up! Isn't he too targeted!? He even said he won't give me training with the ball! How can there be such a coach!"

Entering the Real Ball King system, Diego directly started to complain about the head coach of Team B, Jose Aguas. His ferocious expression made him want to eat Jose Aguas directly: "It really pisses me off! This guy looks down on me. , Don’t think that I respect him in the future! He actually called me a football hooligan? Damn him for being a bald guy! He’s so disrespectful, he deserves to lose all his hair when he’s only in his 40s!”

Sitting on the coach's bench, Caesar still shook his legs with a calm expression, but he knew that Diego was full of anger, so he didn't mind letting Diego vent.

After Diego had vented a lot, Caesar spoke slowly like a normal person.

"That idiot won't let you practice with the ball, why don't you still have me!"

Caesar looked arrogant and said: "With the coaching level of that idiot Jose Aguas, I'm afraid he will lead you astray."

Regarding this, Diego asked a little in disbelief: "Well, how can he say that he is also Coach Ferreira's number one disciple? Will the coaching level be poor?"

Caesar spread his hands helplessly: "Do you think Jesúaldo Ferreira's coaching level is very high?"

"Well……"

After Diego pouted and thought for a while, he responded with the same helplessness: "I think that since Coach Ferreira can lead Braga to fourth place in the Portuguese Super League, he must have pretty good prospects." The coaching level, right? If the level is not good enough, Braga Club should be struggling in the middle of the Portuguese Super League given its size."

"Then you really overestimate Jesualdo Ferreira's coaching level..."

I saw Caesar shaking his head in disappointment at Diego's judgment.

But Caesar still patiently explained to Diego what the problem was: "Rather than saying that Jesualdo Ferreira is of high level, it is better to say that Braga's players are working hard. Jesualdo Ferreira's Advocating defensive counterattack, although the defensive end is tough enough, what about the counterattack end? Jesualdo Ferreira's counterattack tactics are really simple. You can get a UEFA B-level coach from any echelon to do it. Design it out.”

"But, Braga scored a lot, isn't it?"

"To a certain extent, it's just because the frontcourt duo of Wende and Joao Thomas have a very good tacit understanding, and it has nothing to do with Jesualdo Ferreira's tactical design..."

After all, Caesar spread his hands helplessly again: "Besides, did Braga score many goals? I really don't think there are too many. Judging from the counterattack opportunities that Braga gets in every game, it is absolutely possible to score more. goal."

"Uh...is that so?"

Well, Diego didn't know whether what Caesar said was true or not, but since he didn't understand these things for the time being, he just nodded and believed in Caesar.

At least, those online novels I've read before, those crazy and cool systems in them, can't cheat men's feet-although, my own system, why does it look a bit spicy?
"Okay! Caesar, let's not waste time..."

Obviously, Diego wants to have a glimpse of his performance in the first training session of Braga B team tomorrow morning, so he doesn't want to waste this precious time tonight.

"Hurry up and refresh the progress bar of my body's adaptability! If I still have to adapt, then I will get up quickly and dance in the square for two more hours."

"You young people are just in a hurry..."

Although he was complaining, Caesar still showed the progress of the physical fit between Diego and Diego da Silva Costa as Diego wished.

The LED screen at the Real King Stadium showed that Diego's recent training results have been very good, and his physical fit with Diego da Silva Costa has reached 100% ahead of schedule.

"OH! Yeah!!!"

Diego was so unhappy that he slipped and knelt on the turf of the Real Ball King Stadium.

I can finally end my embarrassing (hao) and (fang) square dancing career and get into ball training!

"Since the physical fit has reached 100%, should you..."

Diego winked at Caesar with a flattering smirk and said, "Hey! I haven't touched the ball for a long time. Caesar, shouldn't you make arrangements for me?"

"Okay! I'll make arrangements for you right away, hehehe..."

Caesar also showed a smirk, which made Diego feel that something was wrong?
I saw Caesar suddenly withdrew his joking smile, and turned to announce to Diego with a serious face.

"I, the football king Caesar, announce that Diego Costa's special training on basic football skills has officially begun!"

(End of this chapter)