[Football] Anti-system

Carvalho stretched out his hand with a complicated expression, and pulled up Scorpius Westin who was lying on the grass.

The Northern Irishman doesn't seem to be in good shape, probably because he is tired enough.

The jersey on his body was almost completely drenched with sweat, and the golden soft hair stuck to his face in clusters.

His cheeks were terribly red.

He stood up following Carvalho's strength, but bent down and put his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Looking a little embarrassed, he raised his hand, blocking the blush at the end of his eyes and wiping away the physiological saline that overflowed a little because of fear.

The whistle on the sidelines sounded at this time-the game is over.

[Win the game and score twice, fail to obliterate.Task current progress: ...Completed, please continue to work hard. 】

The whistle that made Carvalho stunned for a long time before was actually a goal.

The intra-team match ended with two to three.

Simply incredible.

Although Carvalho steals his ball, he has not had time to pass it out or run two steps forward with it.

And Scorpius Westin let his body fall almost the moment he broke the ball.

Lying on the grass, he kicked the ball out by relying on the transformation of gravity and potential energy. Before Carvalho could react, the football under his feet had already roared into the net, and Cech was still there because he had just He let out a sigh of relief.

Accompanied by the effective whistle of the goal.

All eyes were on the goal.

Silent.

The assistant opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He wanted to applaud the Northern Irishman.

But Mourinho beside him shook his head.

Shake your head?

Why are you shaking your head?

In his opinion, Skorpi's three goals were extremely creative.Even if it was an intra-team match, it was still wonderful.

He couldn't help but handed Mourinho a puzzled look, seeking his explanation.

Mourinho sighed and said: "The best way to deal with the ball just now is to pass the ball to Drogba before facing Makelele."

He pointed to the field.

The little assistant followed his fingers to look at the field, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Drogba is in an excellent position, he is almost single-handedly facing Cech.

It's just that everyone's eyes on the field were focused on the tense and breathless confrontation between Makelele and Scorpius, while ignoring Drogba's position change.

If Scorpius had just passed the ball, it would undoubtedly be another extremely dangerous shot on target.

"He was probably too nervous against Makelele and didn't notice Drogba's position."

Mr. Assistant couldn't help "sophistry" for the young No. 21 on the field.

Mourinho gave an "um", but denied his statement in his heart.

He knew that Scorpius had thought about passing the ball to Drogba.

The reason why Carvalho was able to cut him off was not because Carvalho really saw through Scorpius' actions, but because Scorpius hesitated for a moment after passing Makelele.

Hesitating whether to score the goal himself or pass the ball to Drogba.

It was this moment of hesitation that caused Carvalho to break his ball quickly.

As for why he didn't pass it on.

It's simple, he doesn't trust Drogba, or in other words, he just wants to score this goal by himself.

Such thinking is dangerous.

Football is never a one-man game, it is about cooperation.

What Mourinho wants is a team that can win, not one or two "superstars" who rush forward with the ball.

The long-distance raid may be the most emotional "performance" for the audience, but as a coach, he does not want to see a dead ball won with the cheers of the audience.

All he wanted to see was victory.

Of course, that doesn't mean he's giving up on Scorpius Westin.

This little guy has excellent talent, and his foot skills are not as rough as traditional British athletes. He is still good in the top league.But his speed is amazing, a bit like the former "Chasing Boy" Irving, Barcelona's little Messi.

This is a striker who is a bit "special" in the current league.

Scorpius is a pure "shooter".He's not the fastest, he's not the strongest, and he's not the most delicate, but he can meet one of the most indispensable requirements for a striker - no matter what the situation, he can send the ball into the opponent the gate.

He doesn't like playing the ball very much, he just keeps changing the tricks and sending the ball into the net.He doesn't have any gorgeous skills for passing people, and all the ways of passing people become extremely concise when he is on his feet.Pragmatism through and through.

Modern coaches have higher and higher requirements for forwards. They hope that forwards should not only have excellent skills, but also have the finishing ability to make goalkeepers tremble, while the rare "pure" shooters have been left out.

Obviously, Scorpius is the best among them who has changed his tricks. He is a sharp but double-edged knife.

How to use him, how to make good use of him.It is an insurmountable problem before Mourinho's eyes.

But now, the biggest question is how to win next week's game.

Rather than how to practice the Northern Irishman who just got up on the field.

Mourinho stared at the boy on the field holding the water bottle and gulping down half a bottle, waiting.

He will definitely look at him expectantly like a puppy. Mourinho knows that his players expect to be praised, especially young players of this age with little experience and eager to play.

…but he waited a long time.

The Northern Irishman held the kettle in his hand and ran to Drogba to talk to him.

Fine.

After all, Drogba gave him a lot of assists, and he really has to thank them.

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, still waiting patiently.

The kid still in the neon green vest was talking to Ashley Cole again.

Next came Carvalho, Cech, Sheva and Lampard...

Finally, under Mourinho's earnest gaze, the little scorpion finally turned around as if it had discovered its own existence.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he ran towards him with small steps.

Mourinho showed a satisfied smile in his heart, but his face remained calm.He decided to wait until he came over and ridicule him for his mistake in the game just now.

Scorpius Westin was ridiculously slow in non-goal time.

Mourinho felt that he had waited for half an hour, and the young player who looked amazingly bright and looked so good-looking at a close distance even made people unable to open his eyes obediently stood beside him. .

"BOSS."

Although his face was expressionless, he still called out sweetly, blinking a pair of magnificent purple eyes and said: "That..."

Looks a little nervous.

This is normal, Mourinho thought, after all, he is still young and he must have just scored a goal and is extremely shy.

So he put on a rare kind smile and said tolerantly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

The Northern Irishman tilted his head and replied obediently: "It's time to get off work, can I go?"

He innocently raised his finger and pointed at Mourinho's watch, his expression was extremely sincere and serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

The assistant next to him laughed out loud, and kept coughing dryly to cover up under Mourinho's stare: "Today's weather is a bit dry."

Scorpius Westin raised his head and glanced at the gloomy weather that had been raining lightly for several days in a row.

He raised his eyebrows silently, and looked at the boss with a bad face hesitantly.

It turns out that in Chelsea, is it not allowed to leave work on time?