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To be reasonable, he really had to find his little horsewhip that had been dusty for a long time.

Those two people seem to have forgotten what he said before, and they have been hovering in front, waiting for the ball to pass as before. The lack of cooperation between the two of them was even the reason why Portugal could not break the opponent's defense for a while in the first half. one.

Of course it can't be broken, there is no such cooperation in the team!Both of them were exiled from their respective clubs because of their independence, and their abilities were more or less limited.

This may not be a big problem for the club. After all, besides the two of them, there are other rotation players in the club.

But the Portuguese team is different. The two of them are already the main rotation of the wingers. Basically, once Figo or someone is injured, they must have one. is absolute.

Although Juan can still help for a while, for now, he tends to analyze the game on the sidelines, and even if he plays, it will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause, and the two of them still cannot participate in the team's actions. .

Maybe it would be good to smoke a meal?

Juan thought maliciously, then raised his eyebrows: "It's halftime."

The whistle blew outside, and the players began to return to the player tunnel one after another. Only then did the Portuguese players dully realize that their head coach and assistant coach were not on the coaching bench, at least Juan was standing at the entrance of the player tunnel Looking at them with a half-smile, everyone shuddered and touched their arms one after another and went in.

The people from Russia were also looking in his direction. Juan just nodded slightly at them and followed the players to go back to the locker room, but he was stopped by a somewhat sluggish voice. Looking back, it was Alexander Mostovoy.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Juan looked at the person in front of him blankly, and Mostovoi touched his head: "Aren't you going to play today?"

Juan subconsciously looked at his own attire, and he didn't look like a person who was going to play: "No."

"Okay, can you please help me to apologize to No. 17 of your team?" Mostovoy was very sincere, "It was not my intention to hit him before, and I hope he didn't get hurt because of it."

Oh, that bump in the 7th minute of the first half.

Thinking of the fact that the Portuguese teenager got a yellow card with his poor acting skills, and now the yellow card winner came here to apologize sincerely, even Juan felt a little embarrassed, waved his hands and said politely to each other , the other party turned around and went back to the locker room.

"Apologize to me?" Cristiano was drinking water. He was at a loss for a while when he heard Juan's words, and he finally realized it after Juan's hint. He couldn't help covering his face, "Oh..."

"He also said that although he used to know a little Portuguese, he was unfamiliar with it after not being in Portugal for a long time, so he could only come and ask me, because I can speak Spanish anyway." Juan paused again, looking at Figo, "Actually, at the beginning, he probably wanted to ask the captain. After all, the two of you are similar in age, and the identity of the captain is more suitable for conveying apologies, but you left too fast, captain..."

"Why do you care about this?" Figo waved his hand, "Our performance was not very good today, will you or the coach scold us later?"

"Maybe it depends on the situation." Juan was very calm, "The coach said he will come first, and if he can't calm you down, I will come."

Scolari entered the locker room, he clapped his hands: "Guys, I have a few words to say."

Regarding the performance in the first half, everyone knows for themselves. Even if there is a goal in the first half, it is definitely not the credit of the team, but the performance of Figo's personal ability.

"When I just watched the first half of the game, I thought there were only two players in the frontcourt of our team." Scolari sighed. He didn't expect the players to understand any tactics. After all, this is not their field of study. So he directly asked them in more common language, "Next, Figo approached the middle lane, our middle lane was almost pierced, and Deco, when playing the ball, we must avoid the Russian side's supplement." Defend……"

He said everything in the past. The Brazilian coach is not used to yelling in the locker room. At most, he will explain to them slowly like now, or add a little joke.

"By the way, praise Carvalho by name." Scolari's words made everyone focus on Carvalho. This game was Carvalho's first start, and he performed very conscientiously. , Half of Portugal's defensive burden is on him, but he has done it very well.

"Work hard, young man, you have to stabilize Portugal's defense." Scolari reminded him very kindly. Seeing that the roll call seemed to be over, his teammates began to pat Carvalho on the shoulder: "Come on and work hard!" "We're relying on you!" "If you don't perform well, you'll need more training!"

"Speaking of extra training." Juan Shi calmly said, "I can help a lot."

Everyone was silent, Scolari saw that Juan's expression was no longer too good, he couldn't help smiling, and pretended to look at his watch: "Ah, I'm going outside to get some air."

The head coach drove away, but none of the players dared to leave. They had already rested for a while, sitting on the bench and pressing their muscles to recover their strength. Juan turned his head and looked around, sighing.

"Seriously, have you all forgotten the danger of the first game?"

Although they won against Greece in the end, in the middle of the game, they were constrained and unable to perform at all, and even Juan was almost defeated, and the opponent was just a mid-range team that was not very popular. This is absolutely irrefutable of.

Portugal's ranking is [-] or [-] places higher than the opponent, but judging from the situation of the game, it seems that the difference is only one or two.

"We thought it was an opening ceremony and a party, but it was obviously not like that." Juan sighed, "What if we really lost? Brothers, this is Portugal, we home, our hometown, and we were tied or even defeated by an unknown team here?"

"I'm not looking down on Greece, but we are the host country, we have the support of our home fans, we also have famous stars, and what about the opponent? Except for the name of the head coach, we don't know anyone else, right? No, maybe you are not even familiar with the details of the head coach, because it is a matter of the Bundesliga."

"In football, besides the stars, home and away, and the host, there are other factors that can determine the outcome, such as team unity, and absolute obedience to orders... Greece failed to prove this, you want Russia to prove it ?"

Although Russia, Portugal, and the Netherlands are the same, they will always have strength but no actual proof, maybe this time the European Cup will be the time for one of the three teams to break the curse of no championship!

But now Portugal's performance really makes people have to worry. Even if other strong teams have been consumed by half of the group stage, Portugal is still very unreliable now.

"Quaresma, Postiga, do you want Russia to prove it all?"

He finally directly named two people. Just now Scolari didn't directly nominate them. In addition, Juan has been looking at them with his arms crossed, so they are already psychologically prepared.

The two people who were called lowered their heads and said nothing, and Juan looked at them both coldly.

After staying at Manchester United for a season, his personal style has not changed much, but he has become more aggressive. Cristiano once commented in a low voice, if Ferguson is a hair dryer, then maybe Juan is a quick freezer...

"I don't know what you guys think. If you want to have fun, there is street football, and there are many ways to make yourself happy." Juan sighed, "But this is professional football... This is the national team."

"16 teams in the Portuguese Super League, 22 teams in the Portuguese First Division, 48 teams in the Portuguese Second Division, and 84 teams in the Portuguese Third Division. Each league has relegation and relegation. If you do not advance, you will retreat. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. They are all fighting for their own honor, Portugal has as many as 200-300 teams active in the professional football field every year, and many players dream of entering the national team to win glory for the country.”

"It can't bring you monetary benefits, and it may even affect your continued earning money in the club, and even your future will be ruined here..." Juan's voice was cold, "But there are still many players who don't hesitate I want to be part of the national team."

"Why?" Seeing Juan looking over, Postiga and Quaresma looked at each other.

"Glory?" "Glory for the country?" "Dignity?" "Ability?"

Seeing the answers being denied one by one, the two became even more confused: "What exactly is it?"

"Cristiano, come here!"

The Portuguese teenager touched his head, hesitant: "Because... the attention of the stadium...?"

"bingo."

"..." Originally, they thought they would hear the chicken soup of life, but the Portuguese team members who were given a large cup of poison were all speechless.

"If it's just for fun, you can go on like this. If it's for going further and seeing better scenery, you need to change." Juan said coldly.

"Ten minutes into the second half of the game, we can see Juan standing on the sidelines with no problem on his face. Does he have nothing to say about his performance on the court?" The on-site commentator was very confused, after all, even if he , I feel that there is a problem on the court, "Postiga and Quaresma are sleepwalking. What are they doing? Didn't anyone come to reprimand them at halftime?"

"It's the first time that Postiga and Quaresma played together. The new golden generation of Portugal is now only short of Juan. I didn't expect this to happen. Alas..." Sky Sports commentary sighed , "Postiga got the ball and he passed a player...huh?"

The commentator blinked, a little unbelievable: "Did you pass the ball?"

"The one who got the ball was Quaresma, and the two of them played two to one to pass the opposing defender... Quaresma's pass! Cristiano Ronaldo! al!! Rally and comeback of genius! Who Say that three geniuses of the same era cannot live together?!"