[football] walk side by side

The day's training ended in Cyril's stumbling.

No one knew what Mourinho was thinking. Even though he saw Cyril making mistakes again and again, he didn't mean to stop, but kept blowing his whistle to indicate that the training should continue.

Due to the authority of the head coach and the trust that Mourinho has established in everyone's hearts over the past season, no one questioned this training that was a failure to some extent, even the poorly formed Pedro Same goes for Mendes.

Until later, the others didn't say much, but Cyril felt a little sorry.

"It's okay Cyril, just take your time, don't worry too much." Maybe seeing Cyril's shame, Deco comforted him during the break: "I believe that there must be a reason for Mr. , take your time, it will definitely get better."

"Deco is right. Since sir has made such an arrangement, he must have considered your discomfort in advance," captain Jorge Costa also added, "If you are really sorry, then you will be able to do so later. Do well in the game."

"I don't understand the reason for this arrangement. Is this a new tactic?" Goalkeeper Baia also came over and joined the topic: "Why are there two midfielders? Both Deco and Cyril Part of an organizational midfielder?"

Jorge Costa shook his head: "You can't say that, I don't think that both Deco and Cyril must be organizational midfielders. Deco actually prefers an all-round midfielder, whether it is offensive or defensive or organizational." There is no problem at all, but Cyril, his offensive ability is actually not weak, but..." He thought of the situation in the shooting training several times, and said helplessly: "Cyril, you really should practice more shooting , Compared with your other abilities, your shooting is really bad."

Regarding this confusion, Deco himself didn't feel much. The always honest Brazilian midfielder said with a smile: "I don't think it matters. Anyway, the tactics are the job of the husband. I just need to do it."

Cyril's heart moved slightly, and he seemed to vaguely understand why the Brazilian was so popular with the head coach.

I have to say that in the midfield position, Deco is definitely the kind of player whose contribution far outweighs his reputation. In terms of ability, he is an all-around midfielder; in terms of character, he is simple, low-key, and does not cause trouble; in terms of psychology, he is also a A person who will go all out at any time and never admit defeat.It may be difficult for this type of player to become a famous star, but it is a must for every team that wants to win a championship.

It is also because of this that in the entire Porto first team, what Cyril admires most is never a striker, but this unremarkable midfielder who acts silently.

In a team, there are always people who shine brightly and are the focus of fans in the media, but if there are no people who are patient and silently dedicate to do the dirty work, the championship will only be a distant dream.

"Deco is right, we should let the mister worry about this kind of thing." Baia laughed: "Anyway, the training is almost over, do you want to have a drink later? Cyril, you didn't even go out with us Have you ever played?"

Cyril bowed his head silently and did not speak.

Jorge Costa's face froze, and he coughed softly.

Honest Deco: "...sir."

Mourinho raised his eyebrows and looked at the four people with half a smile: "Shooting training, fifty groups, everyone."

"But sir, we haven't agreed yet..." And although Cyril and Deco can attack, he is a defender... Jorge Costa is still trying to make the final fight, and at this time Deco has already Going to get the ball neatly, Cyril looked at his head coach's face, and silently followed.Costa looked at the rebellious teammates speechlessly, and had no choice but to lose out in the eye-to-eye with the head coach, and silently went to extra training.

Baia was left alone.

Baia: "... Sir, I was wrong."

Mourinho squinted at him: "You add running, fifty laps."

In short, after a while of extra training, it was dusk before we knew it.

The late sunshine shone warmly on the quiet court, and it also reflected on the hard-working Baia who was still running around. At this moment, the people on the court had almost left, and Cyril had finished his shooting training. , sitting alone on the grass with knees tucked in a daze.

He is reviewing today's training.

Frankly speaking, ignoring the same basic training as usual, today's confrontation training is catastrophic in his own opinion, and most importantly, the reason for the catastrophe is still because of himself.

This made Cyril very depressed all day. From the youth team to the youth team, Cyril, who has always performed well in various trainings, rarely encountered this kind of situation-he dragged everyone down, and so far , he didn't even know how to change that.

"Cyril? Why haven't you left yet?" Baia, who had finally finished his punishment and extra training, changed his clothes and came out of the locker room. He saw his teammate sitting alone on the grass at a glance, and touched him. Touching his teammate's hair: "Are you still worrying about the daytime things?"

Cyril quietly avoided the senior's head-touching behavior, and said hesitantly: "I just feel that even after training for a day, I don't seem to have made much progress, and I don't have any idea how to improve."

Baia thought for a while: "You know, I'm a goalkeeper, and I don't know much about your midfield, but I personally think that maybe you can mention your confusion to Mr." He pointed and still brightened The lighted one belongs to the office of the head coach Mourinho: "I believe that sir will be able to answer your questions."

Cyril hesitated, but he thought about the newspaper he read in the morning. Maybe the head coach doesn't hate him as much as he imagined?He nodded: "Baiya, thank you for your proposal, I think I will give it a try."

"Then I'll leave first, you can talk to your husband." Baia waved at him, turned and left the court: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

When he was packing up his things and preparing to leave, Mourinho unexpectedly heard a knock on the door from outside his office, and when he opened the door and saw Cyril Slade, he was even more surprised.

"If you want to come to me for comfort, or to discuss with me whether to play or not to play, I think you can leave," Mourinho said bluntly, even a little unceremoniously: "If you want to play, Then prove it to me, whoever performs well, I will use whoever; if you feel that you have been hit, then the team doctor will welcome you very much."

Cyril was not shocked by Mourinho's words - more than a month of working together was enough for him to understand the temper of the head coach, he did not exchange too many pleasantries, or explain anything, he knew that the head coach was not He likes to hear these things, so he straight to the point said his purpose: "No, it has nothing to do with those, sir."

He pursed his lips: "I'm just a little confused, sir, I know where I seem to have a problem - I believe you have seen this, but I don't know how to solve it, Baia told me maybe you can Give me some advice, if possible, I hope to get your help."

This is a reason that Mourinho can accept, but it actually made him even more surprised-although Mourinho didn't have much time to coach the team independently, but because of his temper, he dared to come to him to talk about it. It can be said that there are very few players with technical problems, but there are quite a few players who came to him to discuss their appearances at the beginning.

But this does not affect Mourinho's face becoming a little gentler. He nodded and motioned Cyril to sit down: "Since you have come here to find me, I can understand that, at least in terms of football, you are Trust me, right?"

Cyril said without thinking: "Of course, you are my head coach."

Mourinho was very satisfied with this answer: "I noticed that you have a very good overall view and observation ability, why don't you make good use of this?" Noticing Cyril's still confused look, he continued: "You can Try to thoroughly familiarize yourself with the habits of your teammates first. Collect information about your teammates through your observations, consider various possibilities off the court, and then try them out on the court. Maybe it won’t allow you to meet my requirements quickly, but it can To a certain extent, reduce the frequency of your mistakes."

"You don't have to regret losing the ball in the match. It is precisely because of the match that I can give you unlimited opportunities to make mistakes, correct and improve, use the opportunity of the match to improve yourself, and then do your best in the official game. It's what you should do."

Cyril was stunned, because he suddenly thought of a question——

Will Mourinho spend so much energy training a substitute player?

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at his husband in astonishment.

As if the latter didn't see his gaze, Mourinho took out a stack of white papers from the drawer of the desk and put them in front of Cyril: "This is the extra training that Faria made for you. Plan, it may make you feel extremely exhausted and painful, but it can also lead you to another possibility."

Mourinho sat in his seat, staring at the boy in front of him seriously: "Now, tell me, can you do it?"

The boy's expression seemed to be even more confused. He looked at his head coach blankly, as if he had known him for the first day: "But sir, you already have a very complete team, so... no worth."

"You also said that I already have a very complete team." Mourinho said lightly: "If you can't do it, I can still lead my team to get all the honors I deserve. If you I can't keep going, and I have done as well as I imagined, and I have nothing special to lose." He paused, and asked again: "So, what is your answer?"

Cyril sat there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

It was a strange feeling, very strange.

Different from ordinary people's background and growth environment, he always tries to avoid causing troubles to others, because he clearly understands that in this world, except for the closest relatives, no one has the obligation to tolerate or accept the troubles you bring, So he will always take care of everything related to himself in an orderly manner, and will always be independent. No matter how hard or tired he is, he also feels that he can survive alone instead of asking for help from others.

But the person in front of him took the initiative to accept his trouble.