Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 15 He looks like a dog

Garcia looked nervously at Mourinho, who was standing like an iron tower with his arms folded. Young's blatant violation of his tactics was a very disrespectful behavior for the coach. Garcia was really worried that the popular man in the eyes of the coach would feel that Shame and anger, without his cooperation, Young's chances of staying in Sporting Lisbon are slim.

"Mr... Mourinho," Garcia hesitated a few times before making up his mind to speak, "Please don't blame Rodriguez, it's because I didn't emphasize it when I trained them, he is so disorganized and unorganized. I have to blame the discipline, Yang usually works very hard..."

Mourinho blinked and blinked, and it took a while to realize what Garcia said, nodded and said: "Well, you should really emphasize discipline more, but for young Rodriguez, There's no need to..."

Garcia's complexion darkened when he heard this, thinking that Yang had really annoyed him, and he didn't know how bad things he would say next, and maybe he would vent his anger on himself.

Yang, you are really ignorant. I gave you a wink at halftime, so what can you do if you just listen to what this person has to say?You performed so well in the first half, even if you are not used to the forward position, can you just bear it?If you mess up a good thing because of this, let's see how you regret it later.

"Only very smart players can quickly make correct judgments based on the situation on the field. You must know that the coach's last tactic is always behind time. During this gap period, even if the team's brain is holding the baton, Only they can turn the tide." Mourinho put his hands behind his back and looked at Yang with admiration.

Garcia, who was muttering, couldn't help shaking his head, thinking he had heard wrong.

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After Young returned to the midfield, he immediately rejuvenated. Everyone in the A team took turns to grab the ball but failed to steal the ball from him and Pednio.The furious Davlar yelled at the backcourt, he was very dissatisfied with his teammates who had lost confidence, and Yang, a seemingly weak little bastard, actually took the initiative in the situation, which made him extremely conceited How can you accept it?

Davral recognized Mourinho and knew that he was the mouthpiece of coach Robson. If Yang got into the eyes of this person and he mentioned it in front of Robson, it would not be easy to drive Yang away. It is estimated that no matter how much Paul Mensah pushes behind the scenes, it will not be as good as Robson's words.

He must be stopped!How can this little bastard step on himself to get ahead, the poor should go back to the slums!
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Yang watched Samuel lose the ball again, and shook his head helplessly. They were a group of U9 kids who were not physically fit enough to play a 60-minute game with high intensity. The game duration of all echelons has been mentioned to the upper limit in the rules.

Samuel's movement of catching the ball was out of shape, and his legs were shaking like noodles. It seemed that he was not far from cramp.Pednio next to him ranks first in the echelon in terms of physical fitness. After running back and forth this time, he is already holding his knees and panting.

Yang understands his own advantages. Running around the field without hesitation is a good attribute for others, but it is not so good for himself. He prefers to observe the situation on the field without the ball, so that he can know the next step What to do.

Just now, the stupid midfielder who switched to right center back knocked the ball out of the baseline and gave Team A a corner kick. It was nothing, but Lemon and Tamaro, who were not tall, squeezed into Team B's corner. restricted area.

Yang couldn't help laughing a little. Even if the game was about to end, it wouldn't be all running to compete for the top. It seemed that Davlar really wanted to win, and he didn't even care about defense.

He shook his head, and took two steps forward. Heading the ball has nothing to do with him. Let the defenders defend the middle of the penalty area.

Seeing Yang standing still, Ricardo raised his hand beside the corner flag, several members of team A have quietly prepared to start.

The moment the whistle sounded, Ricardo rubbed his right foot, and the ball flew out with internal spin. The speed of the ball itself was not fast, and it was a little high. Yang looked at it and realized that the ball was actually aimed at the front.

He thought to himself that there was no one in Team A at this point, it must be that Ricardo kicked the ball, no matter what, someone has to clear the ball.

Yang adjusted two steps and was ready to jump, but he didn't guard against the movement behind him. If he could look back at this time, he would find that two groups of thick shadows had struck like wind and thunder.

One elbow hit the back of the head, one knee flew to the side, and when he was in mid-air, his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness, his hands and feet twisted weirdly, and he fell heavily like a dough bag, and his head hit the ground with it.Taking advantage of the chaos of the ball falling in the penalty area, there were still a few kicks hard on his waist and legs, but Yang could no longer feel it in a coma.

It was Rafael and Costa who did the tricks. Ricardo deliberately found Yang's position to take a corner kick. The two of them could move ahead of time by looking at the hand gestures. It is also easy to get away with it.

Later, Davlar saw an opportunity in the crowd and poked the ball into the goal. Before he stretched out his arms to celebrate as before, he was knocked away by a strong force and almost fell down.

Pednio rolled and scrambled, stretched his legs, and rushed in front of Yang.

Yang Yang was lying on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, the blood vessels on the side of his neck throbbing violently, and his muscles twitched from time to time, as if he had completely lost control of his body.

Pedeno shook his shoulders, seeing that he didn't respond at all, tears burst out suddenly.

"What, didn't you just hit the ball with your head? I'm warning you, Salvador, be careful when you walk, and make a mess of me. You won't be able to eat it." Davral hugged him from behind. Said sarcastically.

"Yeah, it's just a normal scrimmage! It's not serious."

"He should be fine, right?"

Pednio looked at the ugly faces around him who wanted to pretend to be concerned, took a few breaths and didn't speak, just turned around in silence, and punched Dufflar in the face.

Pedeno, who was born in the slums of Funchal, grew up in fights with other children, but after he came to the Alcochete base by chance, he never fought again.

That's why this punch is like a sharp edge that breaks the precepts for a moment, and it's like a blade tip that is pulled out quickly by the angle of the scabbard. The sound of the wind, so the silence is to the extreme, there is no back trick, so the cruelty is to the extreme.

Pednio knew in his heart that with this punch, he would have no way out, so he used extra force to make Davlar feel more pain, the pain last longer, and he could stay away from Yang.

With just one punch, Davlar's nasal bone was broken, and he leaned softly to the side. He felt like a water and land dojo opened in his head, and the gongs and cymbals were beating vigorously, and he stretched out his hand to touch it. , touched blood on his hands, he growled twice in fright, and called Cesar on the sidelines, but he didn't dare to yell loudly because of his nose, which looked extremely funny.

Costa and the others yelled and cursed, and they surrounded Pedeno in the middle and beat them. The scene became extremely chaotic in an instant. In the direction of Davlar.

Behind the crowd, Yang was still lying on his back on the ground, his muscles still twitching. Pednio was only a few meters away from him, but he could only struggle within these few meters.On one side was the chaos and noise of blood bursting out, and on the other side was the deathly silence of ambiguous consciousness. Anger and desolation actually split the two worlds.

Luckily he wasn't alone at this time.

The expressions of Mourinho and Garcia changed drastically the moment Young fell down. When the conflict between the two sides broke out, they had already rushed over from the sidelines. Garcia looked nervously at the chaotic crowd while shouting.

Mourinho was startled when he saw Young in a coma. His left hand was lightly resting on his neck, his right hand was inserted into his mouth like lightning, and he grasped his tongue with two fingers. Only then did he feel relieved. , and let out the breath he was holding.

Even though he was as calm as he was, he was so afraid that he broke out in a cold sweat. If he didn't find out in time, Yang's tongue would fall back due to muscle relaxation, which might block the trachea and cause suffocation. At that time, it would be much more difficult to give first aid.

Suffocation can cause irreversible damage to the brain and nerves, and it may cause unimaginable damage in just a few tens of seconds. This kind of damage is a brutal blow to both ordinary people and professional players .

Mourinho carefully changed Young to a side-lying position before wiping off his sweat and asked Garcia if there were any other medical staff at the Alcocete base besides those waiting on the sidelines of the U19 echelon match.

Just as Garcia parted the crowd, he took out Pedeno, who had been beaten bruised and swollen. When he heard Mourinho's question, he turned and pointed at Cesar who was running over.

Cesar knew that there were a lot of conflicts among these children, but he didn't expect them to fight in the confrontation match of the big test. He was stunned for a while, and then he strode towards this side with thick legs when he heard someone shouting. run over here.

Dufflar was still swearing viciously while clutching his bleeding nose. A series of dirty words kept popping out, but the sound was blurred because of the injury to his nose, and his voice even seemed a little weird and shrill. Seeing Cesar After finally running over, he yelled twice: "Coach Cesar, come and see my nose, oh my god! Salvadore, the dog, broke my nose, it hurts so much! Hurry up!" ! Hurry up!"

Cesar looked at Jan, who had obviously passed out, and at Davral's crooked nose. Hearing his urging and cursing, he felt a battle between heaven and man, and panicked. He hesitated a few times, In the end, he ran to Dufflar first.

"Let me see... the lower end of the nasal bone must be broken, and the displacement of the fracture pieces is not serious. Hurry up to the infirmary and do some pretreatment. I will send you there in person right away. Don't worry, someone will contact the hospital immediately and you will be notified. Father's." Cesar nervously shook Dufflar's head while looking at it.

After speaking, he turned back to the other side, squatted down and half-kneeled on the ground with an agile speed that didn't fit his obese body, and gently pressed Yang's neck with his short and thick fingers like carrots. Open eyelids watched for a while.

Cesar's movements are very professional and his attention is very concentrated, so he didn't notice how Mourinho on the opposite side looked at him with contempt and contempt, like looking at a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)