Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

Simeone was a little confused in the passage.

The halftime game was beaten 3-1 by the powerful Barcelona, ​​still at Calderon's home court.

Not only can he not accept it himself, but even the fans are a bit stuck in Bengbu.

When Simeone turned around, the suspicious, puzzled, disappointed, and angry eyes on both sides of the passage.

Made him shudder a little.

This feeling seems familiar. During the San Lorenzo period, when I led the team to 17 wins, 9 draws and 17 losses.

It seems the fans see him that way, too.

His steps became more and more heavy, and he walked to the door of the team's locker room.

Simeone hesitated and didn't go in directly.

Instead, move on.

Herman behind him said, "Diego?"

Simeone didn't look back, and waved his right hand:

"Give me 5 minutes!"

He walked to the corner of a safe passage, took out a cigarette, and lit himself.

You know, he usually never smokes.

Even when coaching at an Argentine club.

But since coming to Atletico Madrid, starting from last season's Champions League semi-finals.

This habit seems to be with him already.

The so-called kicking the six-time champion Wang Guomi at the beginning is almost what it means.

Then came the 8100 million signings strongly supported by the club chairman.

For Xia Chuang, for Simeone's list, the club even postponed the plan to build a stadium.

Such support makes him unbelievable at the same time.

It made him even more stressed.

Everything, put it now, is a heavy burden on Simeone.

Gently exhaling a puff of smoke, Simeone felt that his nerves seemed to be paralyzed.

He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down in the corner, as if that would ease his emotions.

Take another breath and let it out.

The picture in front of me was slowly shrouded in smoke, this safe passage that was usually unoccupied.

At this time, only Simeone's breath and smoke were left.

The smoke gradually enveloped him.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone calling him!

"cholo!"

Simeone froze for a moment, as if the cigarette had dulled his reaction.

"Who is calling me?"

This title has not been shouted for nearly ten years.

That was his title on the team.

It doesn't sound good to say, it's a name they call the local aborigines.

At that time, Simeone had this characteristic and potential, but it had another meaning.

Barbaric and bandit-like!

That's why they gave Simeone the nickname.

"Are you going to cry?"

A figure slowly emerged from the smoke, it was his father.

Carlos Simeone.

"Been beaten to tears by your opponent in your youth?"

"Or are you so scared that you can only smoke in the corner?"

Simeone's temper has not restrained as he grows older, he said angrily:

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"Oh? Still angry, I thought you were so weak that you needed to smoke to cover up your cowardice?"

Simeone was so angry that he stepped forward to argue with his father.

But in the smoke, Carlos Simeone's figure slowly dissipated.

He sat back on the ground in a slumped state, and continued to breathe out a puff of smoke.

"Diego, your coaching level is not as good as mine, ah ha ha ha!"

Another voice sounded, it sounded so familiar, but still so insolent!

"Ah!"

Simeone took another puff of smoke and said unconvinced:

"Just you? Playing football is okay, let's coach you!"

In the smoke, the shadow of Maradona gradually appeared.

"At least I won't be hiding in the corner during the intermission."

"Argentines, when have you ever been afraid of failure?"

"What are you running from?"

"The eagles in the Pampas grassland will be ashamed of this!"

Hearing this, his face turned red.

Simeone stood up abruptly and threw the cigarette in his hand:

"What do you know? Go away!"

The figure in the smoke disappeared again.

But Simeone sat back again, his head a little swollen.

I don't know if it's because of continuous smoking or what.

He held his head, as if that would prevent him from hearing anything.

"Papa, what if there are older players bullying me at school?"

Another voice came, and Simeone's body trembled unconsciously.

Slowly lowering his hands holding his head, he looked up.

That's right, that familiar voice and the reappearing figure.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but withdrew it again.

He wants to maintain his father's dignity.

"If someone bullies you, then you beat back and tell him with your fist that you are not easy to bully!"

"It doesn't matter if you can't beat it, there must be a chair by your side? Hit it!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of! Don't forget your name? Simeone!"

Little Simeone nodded and asked a question that Simeone could not answer:

"Papa, that person who bullies you outside, why don't you beat him?"

"Didn't you say that when someone bullies us, we should not be afraid, but punch bravely?"

"Even if you can't fight, you still have to scare the opponent, don't you? Papa?"

"Uhmm...papa is the head coach now, can't act like a player...."

Simeone was stunned, who stipulated that the head coach must wear a suit and be gentle?

Who stipulates that when the head coach is...

Hehe, I am really getting better and better.

How did you lose the courage to ignore it when you were a player?

And these are what he once taught his son, but now, he is used by his son to teach himself.

Facing his son, he can't lie, it's not in his character.

In the face of his son, the father will not show any cowardice!

A bandit spirit from the blood gradually rises.

That's right, if they can't beat the opponent, they should also be scared!

Thinking of this, Simeone's eyes became bright again, and a sense of innocence gradually emerged.

"Okay, papa, now this is..."

But before he finished speaking, the figure in front of him disappeared.

"Papa is not afraid!"

He said silently, walked out of the safe passage, and walked towards his locker room.

Walking out of the safe passage on Simon Road, his back didn't get any straighter.

Instead, it was trembling slightly, as if trying to suppress something.

It seems that another Simeone wants to take this body away.

"Oh!"

The door of the locker room was kicked open by him, ignoring the group of players who looked at him with surprised eyes.

The banditry on his body spread to the entire locker room following his words.

"Look how stupid you are!"

"I don't know, I thought we had already lost? Huh? Kun, did we lose?"

As he spoke, he kicked the mobile tactical whiteboard that had been placed to the ground.

"Bang!"

Everyone was silent for a while, and their head coach seemed to be venting his anger.

It looks pretty scary.

Aguero, who was named, didn't dare to say a word, and lowered his head.

I thought to myself, at least I scored a goal.

Simeone didn't even want to ask Aguero to answer.

He looked around, deliberately lowered his voice and asked:

"Are we defeated at Calderon?"

No one answered.

"Are all the Atlético Madrid men dead?"

Still no one answered, but Lindy's throat moved.

It seems that some emotion is being suppressed.

"Seeing Barcelona, ​​those "monkeys" from Catalonia, are you afraid?"

Still no one answered, but everyone's hands were tightly holding the chairs or the towels in their hands.

Everyone's breathing gradually became heavy.

The disappointment brought about by falling behind 1-3 in the first half was gradually replaced by anger.

This unreasonable head coach actually mocked them?

Seeing that no one responded, Simeone put his hands in his pockets, bowed slightly, and looked around again.

"Ok?"

This sound completely exploded the entire locker room!

"Fuck! Who's scared!"

Young Sanchez was the first to stand up!

Afterwards, the players got up roaring one after another, throwing away the water bottles or towels in their hands:

"Stop looking down on people!!"

"Fuck! The grandson is afraid of them!!"

"Fuck them to death!!"

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