football king

But all the players of Gherafi stood in front of and behind the penalty area, using a human wall to prevent Real Madrid and others from attacking.

They didn't feel that what they did was wrong. Anyway, as long as there was a draw, the turtle chief couldn't say anything!

Real Madrid tried their best, but failed to open the opponent's tortoise shell before the end of the first half, so they heard the whistle at the end of the half-time.

Mourinho turned his head and returned to the locker room, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Stars who know they made mistakes, although they know they are wrong, they will also be dissatisfied with Mourinho's actions. After all, they are not ordinary players, they are full of arrogance.

He is not the only celebrity in Real Madrid, who is worse than whom?

It's hard to control the locker room of the rich and powerful. No one is bad. Listen to the coach's words. Once they are extremely rebellious, they can turn the world upside down.

To describe it more carefully, it is soda water, which can be coaxed and held, but they will explode when shaken.

Everyone had a cold face, and then followed Mourinho back to the locker room.

Mordred quickly discovered that the atmosphere was not right and was ready to smooth things over.

But before he could speak, he heard Mr. Madman next to him say bluntly: "Do you think you are good? In my opinion, you played worse than my grandma in the first half. You didn't cooperate. Not following orders."

"I couldn't start the game in the first half. What were you doing in the frontcourt? Sleepwalking? Or did you sweat on your girlfriend yesterday, which made your feet weak today? You couldn't hold the ball, and Herafi succeeded in intercepting the ball."

These words can be said to be merciless, and Mordred couldn't help swallowing. Fortunately, his performance in the first half was okay.

As a result, he hadn’t been elated for a few seconds, when Mr. Madman shot him in the face and started outputting, “What are you relaxing? What is the order I gave you? Why did I bring you up front? It’s shown , it’s still the same old way.”

"What are you self-satisfied? Do you think such a sacrifice is cool? I gave you the position of winger or even forward in this game. Where is your job? It's a midfielder! If you really like it that much I can organize the audience and I can give you a chance, and then I will never allow you to step into the small penalty area, are you satisfied with the result?"

Mordred lowered his eyes, silently listening to the madman's lesson.

To live another life, he knew that it would be the best result for Mr. Madman to take him under the knife, because he was a direct disciple of Mr. Madman, and even he was scolded bloody, and it was normal to scold others.

Sure enough, Mourinho shifted his target in the next second, "If the frontcourt left your feet and legs at home, then did you leave your brains at home in the midfield?"

"Your existence is not only to pass the ball to the frontcourt, but also to organize the rhythm of the entire game, the existence of the lungs of the entire team! But your performance today is like the lungs of an old smoker, and you still cough a few times from time to time. Lower the tempo of the entire team!"

Several people in the midfield blushed, obviously dissatisfied with this evaluation, but they couldn't say anything, because their performance in this game was really bad.

Contradicting Mourinho will only make this game worse, now he is unquestionably supreme.

"It's the performance in the backcourt that caught my eye. Do you know why? Because you gave them a chance to perform. For the first time, I found that our midfielder is better than Italy's. It's actually in a strong team like Grafe. Only one goal was conceded in the first half after the bombing."

Mourinho was obviously furious. If he had defended and counterattacked as he thought in the first half, he would not have been equalized in the first half.

Everyone present looked very bad, but no one said anything, because they did make a mistake, but the seeds were finally planted in the hearts of everyone.

Mourinho's character has not changed, it's just that they were in the honeymoon period last season and won another league game to gloss over some obvious things.

The disobedience of all the players this time caused Mourinho to explode directly.

"I hope you can adjust your mentality in the second half. Grafe is not Barcelona. I don't want you to set off a mid-upstream team as if it is the best in the world."

After saying this, Mourinho finally ended his condemnation.

Facing the tactical board, start to arrange the second half formation with them.

"The other party will definitely play the big bus, so we must attack, not only to attack, but also to ensure defense! Because Herafe is very skillful in defensive counterattacks in this game, and it is obviously aimed at our unstable defense. customized."

"But they have an Achilles' heel. La Liga teams mostly pass and control. Of course, Herafe is also the same. They play defensively and counterattack rashly. They have not trained for a long time. Their playing style still has most of the movements of passing and controlling. So we To catch the loophole."

"Grafe's midfielder No. 14 and No. 8, these two players can become a hole, tear it apart!"

Because Mordred was sitting on the chair, listening to Mourinho's words seemed to be shining, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes with a smile.

He didn't take the reprimand just now to heart at all. He secretly glanced at his teammates and found that they were listening very seriously.

Although they were very dissatisfied with Mourinho's reprimand to them, they still agreed with Mourinho's tactics.

"Most of the pass and control will press forward, but they chose the bus formation, we can only tear his shell first, and then carry out further counterattacks."

"You must grasp the rhythm in the midfield. Don't confront them head-on in the frontcourt. Just pass the ball under your feet. Don't hesitate when it's time to shoot. Their bus formation is not as strong as you think."

Mourinho looked very serious, watched them put down their pens and said, "Do you understand?"

"Understood!!"

"Now the whole of La Liga hopes that we will fall a thousand miles, and it is best not to get up after falling. I don't want you to tell me with your strength that they are right." Mourinho stood in front of all of them and stared at them. He said in a sentence: "Win this game and tell them that they want to pull Real Madrid down, that is wishful thinking!"

"Yes!!!" The locker room echoed the answer, and Mordred extended a thumbs up to Mr. Madman behind everyone.

This ability to inspire is so powerful!He used to be unable to make everyone forget to reprimand in a few words, let alone boost morale at the same time.

But... Mordred doesn't want to hear madmen scolding again in his life, because it destroys the psychological defense line, it's too poisonous.

Mourinho looked at Mordred with an inaudible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then let the players rest and prepare for the next game, and he came to the player tunnel.

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