football's most handsome

Erta never expected that the little man next to him would suddenly ask such a question, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and laughing twice: "Happy? What is happiness?"

"Winning is the happiest thing."

Hearing what he said, David Silva's pupils narrowed slightly. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he heard someone calling his name from the sidelines. He could only hold back and look towards the sidelines, only to find that it was theirs. The little coach was waving at him.

The Spanish teenager left Erta and turned around and ran to the sideline. Erta looked at Juan's expression and followed David Silva politely, defending not too far or too close.

"Coach." The Spanish teenager bent down as soon as he came over. Their head coach had already eaten snacks for three games on the side of the court, and he didn't say a word on the court when he came, so these teenagers have already subjectively thought that, Juan's coaching habits should be the type of deployment before the game, and let the players play on their own during the game-this summary comes from Diego Forlan, who vowed to say that Ferguson also has this coaching style, Hu That must have been the case with Ann—at most, they were called to the sidelines to do something during the game.

But David Silva soon discovered that everyone's guesses were a bit wrong. This person may not be the kind of person who will stay on the sidelines peacefully. Get to know his players, so he has been silent.

Why do you say that?

The Spanish teenager heard it with his own ears, and his head coach whispered in his ear: "Don't take the initiative to talk to Erta, you pay attention to Riquelme's eyes, once he has the intention of starting to break through, he will take the initiative to talk to Erta. The ball was passed to him, it was right that the ball was given to Vereron just now, don’t relax when we have the ball, we mainly play on the right.”

He subconsciously turned his head to look, but was taken aback. Isn't the middle road the route he and Belleron were on? The head coach is going to promote him? ?

Juan patted the young general on the shoulder very naturally, with a spring breeze on his face: "Work hard, the ball was broken just now."

David Silva was so praised, he returned to his seat in a daze, saw that Erta was still in front of him, and couldn't help sighing: "Why are you still?"

"..." Erta was speechless, the ball was cut off, couldn't he just stand here and defend this kid? !

After Juan finished instructing David Silva, he turned his head and walked back. When everyone thought he was going to pick up his snack bag again, Juan pulled out the notebook from the tactical board and rolled it into a Cylindrical, take a deep breath, and yell inside: "Puff—Puff—"

It was also the first time that Juan Dias made such a big noise on the court. For a while, he did not talk about the players on the court, and even the bench was stunned.

Pompons was on the left side at this time, and he was indeed far away from Juan. After hearing the faint voice, he quickly turned his eyes to the sidelines, and at a glance, he saw their coach holding a small speaker with a book rolled up in one hand. , with one hand on his hip, with the momentum of a lion roaring in the east of the river: "What are you doing, are you watching your shooting training like a ghost?!"

Pompons was a little confused for a while, he pointed at himself and shrugged, not knowing what Juan was going to do.

"Run forward! Don't forget what you said at halftime!" Juan pointed his finger in the direction of the Real Sociedad gate, "If you can't do it, take three games off, I will do it!"

Pengpeng thought about it, what did he say during the intermission?

I am very angry with Real Sociedad, and found that they are really not on the road, but they are not as dangerous as imagined, so in the second half, I have to play hard and pour him three goals...

Oh yes, goal!

Puffong finally came to his senses, stretched his legs and was ready to rush forward, Belleron was caught in a tight siege with the ball, he, Redondo and Riquelme were looking for opportunities in the midfield, none of these three were shooting Lord, Romario and Messi are guarded again, this is his time to show!

After yelling, Juan came back to sit down under the awe-inspiring eyes of the players and staff on the bench. His snack bag seemed to be thrown to the end of the world and never thought about it again. Juan looked at the situation on the field. ,in silence.

Assistant coach Allen is finally someone who has seen strong winds and waves. It is not uncommon for the head coach to explode suddenly on the court, but he is the first to see him who pushes the defender to the front line as soon as the outbreak occurs: "Juan, calm down!" ...This is just a Copa del Rey, not a league and not a Champions League, we don't need to waste energy for the Royal Society, we just need to guarantee victory."

"A King's Cup?" Juan repeated, sneering: "The King's Cup is right, but this is also an official game. Since it is an official game, you have to use all your energy to face it... Alan, You are right, maybe the next round is the league game against Barcelona, ​​we need to ensure our physical strength, but did you see everyone's mental outlook during the first half?"

Allen thought back to the locker room during the halftime break. It was indeed very dull at the beginning. Everyone's faces were clouded. It was Juan who mobilized their emotions with a pyramid scheme speech. However, as soon as the game , it seems that they are still not in the state, and at this time, someone needs to wake them up.

"If we maintain such a mental outlook to face Barcelona, ​​we will lose from the beginning." Juan said in a deep voice, his eyes still fixed on the situation on the court. "In this game, we are not playing formation or positional warfare, but... momentum."

What Gago listened to was vague. Of course, he didn't listen on purpose. When these two people talked, they didn't shy away from these players. I guess they thought they didn't understand!

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, there is a senior beside him!Gago turned his head and asked seriously: "Senior, what are they talking about?"

Aimar subconsciously looked at the head coach and assistant coach in front of him, and found that their attention was still on the field, coughed twice: "Do you want to listen to the superficial or the deeper level?"

Gago thought for a while, then said cautiously: "How about a superficial first?"

"On the surface, they are discussing whether this game is worth fighting for. After all, there are still many rounds to come. When the Champions League starts, the real hell will begin." Thinking of this, Aimar suddenly felt that It's pretty good. Doesn't more games mean more opportunities to play? How can professional players think they have too many games?

Gago naturally thought so too, so he jumped for a while and continued to ask: "Then what is the deep level?"

"The deeper level is that our young coach finally collected the data after putting almost everyone on the court for a round." Aimar felt a little speechless when he thought of this.

This pervert, sitting on the coach's bench and eating snacks for three games, can collect the data analysis of the whole team. Although this also has the data he started to observe during training as accumulation, it is still too fast.

"What do you collect data for?" Gago felt that he was really weak. He just had a little bit of Redondo's prototype when he was playing football, but he couldn't compare with these big guys in terms of thinking style and depth. ah!

"Of course it is better to adjust the rhythm of the game and maximize the resources of the players." Aimar replied angrily, why is this kid so ignorant, can't think of such a simple thing? "What education do you have, have you graduated from high school?"

Gago was dumbfounded, and shook his head: "No, I dropped out of junior high school... What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"It means that collecting data can help me coach better." Juan, who was in front of him, turned his head and smiled at them. Gago froze in fright. He also saw Juan's aura just now. "Also, La Liga now requires players to have a high school degree. I'll enroll you in a school. Then go take the exam together, with Messi and Luis."

"..." Gago suddenly regretted opening his mouth, only regretting that there is no regret medicine in the world, and Juan has turned his head to look at the court again at this time, the ball just now has been escorted to the goal, it's a pity that the two main players None of the offensive points were intercepted, and Valeron tried a shot himself, but the ball was blocked out of the baseline.

Real Sociedad's goal kick, their goalkeeper hesitated for two seconds between kicking the ball with a big kick or passing the ground ball to the defender, and finally chose the former, although it is not unheard of. The players look like wolves and tigers, but if it is passed to their own defenders, the ball may not even pass the midfield.

Don't think he didn't see it. Deportivo has already pressed halftime, and there is an empty space behind. Only Capdevila, who was replaced by them, stands there. If he can send the ball over, just avoid it. In a crowded half, they might be able to cause a surprise attack!

It's just that he still underestimated Deportivo's determination. In other words, he still underestimated Riquelme's revenge for his old friend. They didn't have many chances to play together. The only place, who would have thought that there would be a chance to play football together in the club.

But now, he watched his friend being violated and injured on the court, how could he bear it!

Obviously, the goalkeeper's abacus was good, but his footwork was not very accurate, and the ball was passed by David Silva. When he looked up this time, there were still two people raising their hands for the ball , one is Riquelme and the other is David Luiz.

I don't know why Silva, who was asked by Luis every time, was silent for a while, and subconsciously passed the ball to Riquelme. His distance is a little closer, and it is easy to send the ball... The one over there is almost separated from him A whole midfielder with unkempt hair, put your hands down please! ?

When watching the ball fly in his direction, Riquelme's subconscious first reaction was to take two steps back, and then raised his legs high under the eyes of the Real Sociedad players.

With a "bang", the audience was silent, and the goalkeeper of Real Sociedad jumped to the side hopelessly. He judged the wrong direction.

The live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, and then it exploded as if it was ignited: "Goooooooooal!! Juan Riquelme!!"

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【Today's Small Theater】

#The head coach shameless is what kind of feeling#

Reporter: Juan Juan, they say you are useless on the sidelines except for snacks!

Juan smiled: "I can still pretend to be handsome :D"

reporter:……

Juan: "Well, just kidding, I'm actually in charge of the team's appearance..."

Reporter: Juan, you look back at your players...