Super Marshal

Beep! Beep! !

With the referee's two whistles, one short and one long, the first half of the game finally came to an end.

The stands of the entire Pisjuan Stadium immediately boiled up.

Fans of both teams are cheering for the players, and they all hope that the players will continue to work hard.

Ferrer stood in front of the Barcelona coach's area, watching the sweaty players walk off the pitch one after another, he was very reluctant.

Barcelona had more advantages in the first half, created more chances, and got more good shots, but they still failed to break through Atletico Madrid's goal. How could he be willing?

The advantage of the game should have been established early, but now it was forced to a zero to zero, and the pressure in the second half was even greater.

"This bloody bastard!"

Ferrer was so angry that he kicked away the mineral water bottle in front of him, and had the urge to run away.

But at this moment, there was a chuckle behind him.

"How did you get so angry?"

Ferrer looked back, but saw Gao Han standing behind him with a smile.

When he saw Gao Han, especially his hippie smiling face, Ferrer felt unexplainably angry.

At this moment, he really wanted to rush up, give him a punch, and then spit all over his head and face.

Why are you here at this time, what do you mean?

You haven't won yet, what do you have to worry about?

But Gao Han seemed to turn a blind eye to his resentful expression, and still said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that in the first half, I actually defended it. It really surprised me!"

Accident?

Ferrer was depressed.

The guy in front of him, with his hippie smile, doesn't look like an accident?

He seemed to be saying that everything that happened in the first half did not escape my calculations!

He was making trouble!

Ferrell was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

But Gao Han still seemed to be talking to himself, and clicked twice, "I hope the second half can be like the first half, that would be great!"

Still like the first half?

Do your Spring and Autumn Dreams and go to you!

Ferrer suppressed a wave of anger in his chest, but he laughed at Gao Han, "Just wait."

"Well, I can wait, but you can't wait!"

Before Ferrer had another attack, Gao Han smiled again, "I said, sixty minutes, you only have fifteen minutes left!"

These words seemed to uncover Ferrer's bloody scar again, and he grinned in pain, but on the surface he had to pretend he didn't care.

"Okay, let's wait and see who will die here first!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gao Han to say anything more, he turned around and walked into the player tunnel.

Gao Han was left standing there, smiling at his back.

By this time, he was more confident.

Because in the entire first half, he didn't even use a skill card, but the team defended it!

In other words, he was able to use up all his skill cards in the second half, and see if Barcelona can hold it!

More importantly, he has accumulated more than a dozen achievement points in his coaching system, and he can upgrade skill cards anytime, anywhere.

"You're dead, Ferrell!"

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"call!"

When he heard the referee's whistle, Old Hill let out a heavy breath.

Sitting slumped on the seat with a bloated body, he looked a little tired.

At his age, and his body suffers from geriatric diseases, watching such a game is a kind of torture in itself, let alone going to the scene.

But he came anyway.

This is the third season in a row!

The previous two times, his team lost, this time...

The Chinese have a saying that there are only three things, and I hope Gao Han can live up to expectations this time!

"Dad, wipe your hands." Little Hill who was sitting next to him handed over a hand towel.

Only then did Old Hill notice that his hands were covered in sweat, so he took it immediately.

"Don't worry, Jesus, the game is still going on as planned." Paul Futre comforted.

"Huh?" Old Hill was a little surprised.

"Yes, Gao Han said before the game that the real decisive moment is at the end of the second half."

"Why?" Old Hill asked.

"Barcelona is most likely to concede the two time periods, one is the start, but our players are too young and inexperienced. If we compete with Barcelona for the start, it is easy to have problems. If the opponent seizes the opportunity to score, then we will Very passive."

Old Hill has watched football all his life, so he can naturally hear the meaning of these words.

"Another time period is the final stage of the second half. Barcelona's stars are gathered, but they can't attack for a long time. It is easy to expose the problem of defense. At that time..."

When everyone heard this, why didn't they understand Gao Han's strategy?

At this time, I happened to see the edge of the court. After Gao Han talked to Ferrer for a few words, the Barcelona coach left angrily. Old Hill laughed when he saw it, "It goes without saying, he is deliberately provoking Ferrer!"

"But Ferrer is also a long-established coach, can he be fooled by this?" Little Hill shook his head.

Cerezo said in an inscrutable way: "It's hard to say."

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"This bastard..."

As soon as Ferrer walked into the player tunnel, he took a deep breath and let it out heavily.

"...Even playing aggressive tactics so clumsily, I see what else you can do!"

The Barcelona coach continued to walk forward, but snorted coldly with disdain, "You want to provoke me? Do you think I am a three-year-old child? It's so easy to fall for your tricks?"

Walking slowly to the locker room, Ferrell tried to calm himself down.

He knows that the team's most taboo right now is impatience and patience.

And if the players want to maintain patience, he, the head coach, has to show it first.

Walking slowly along the way, slowly adjusting emotions, slowly thinking about how to mobilize players, slowly...

He finally came to the door of the locker room.

"The way we played in the first half was very problematic. It shouldn't be played like this at all!"

"Shouldn't you fight like this? Then how should you fight?"

"That's right, Atlético Madrid is sticking to the 30-meter zone. Our head coach has no tricks at all. How can we fight?"

"In my opinion, we should take two more wings to play the role of Kluivert in the penalty area."

"Walk the side? Heh, don't be kidding, Atlético Madrid locked the side to the ground."

"Overmars, don't keep leaning on the sideline..."

"You think I think, as soon as I get the ball, they push me to the sideline, what should I do? Who will meet me?"

"Are you saying that my midfielder didn't support you?"

There was silence in the locker room, but soon Rivaldo's voice was heard again.

"Louis, you're on the right, but why do you always lean in the middle? It's already crowded here, don't you know?"

"I like to lean in the middle? I don't have a chance on the right, I don't run, okay?"

"What about Gabriel? When attacking, shouldn't he press up?"

"I……"

Gabriel is a young player with low qualifications. He doesn't have much weight in the locker room, and he doesn't dare to offend the boss.

"Don't make things difficult for Gabriel, he has to support the midfielder. In the final analysis, it is still a problem with our team's style of play."

"I'm afraid our head coach has not been able to give a threatening offensive plan until now."

"What now?"

"What should we do? Instead of following other arrangements, we might as well do it ourselves!"

"Come by yourself? How many times did you come by yourself in the first half? Did you succeed?"

"What else do you say? According to his meaning, we are doomed!"

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Ferrer stood at the door of the locker room, listening to the conversations of the players inside, he felt ridiculous for no reason.

From the beginning to the end, even now, none of these superstars have convinced him.

On weekdays, when the team performed well, they were fine, but once there was a problem with the team, they began to treat him in a positive way, disobeying the scheduling on the court and training ground, and not fulfilling his tactical arrangements.

Now, let's openly question him directly!

This head coach is really... so fucking useless!

Doesn't Ferrer know the team's problems?

No, as a manager he is well aware of the problems facing Barcelona.

But why not solve it?

He can't help it!

He is just a head coach!

He knows he can't play three backs, and he also wants to change to four backs, let Reziger and Sergi go back to play full backs, but the question is, is there anyone in the back line?

He knows that Guardiola can no longer support the midfield alone. This is not only because he is old, but more importantly, the current tactical environment has changed.

The entire environment of European football has been changing all the time, constantly improving and updating. Guardiola played a single midfielder. Was that all a few years ago?

Don't you see, Real Madrid just won the Champions League, immediately sold Leidongdo, and brought in Makelele and Flavio.

Double midfielders are the mainstream tactics in European football today!

Well, Cocu partnered with Guardiola, plus Gabriel, the midfield was barely formed, but the frontcourt was unorganized.

Ferrell is now a head two big.

He wanted someone during the summer transfer, and during the winter break, but none of the players he wanted came. He obviously wanted a defender, but after selling Figo, Overmars came. .

This time, Rivaldo has more confidence in demanding to kick the midfielder.

The management said that the superstars should be appeased, and the fans also said that to advocate offensive football, the stars must be given freedom.

what can he do How else can I fight?

Suddenly, an evil fire really rose in his heart. At this moment, he really kicked in the door, questioning the impulsiveness of this group of players, asking them, given the current situation in Barcelona, ​​how else can he play?

Could it be that the head coach has to take all the blame?

At this moment, he really felt powerless in his heart!

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Compared to the furious crowd in Barcelona's locker room, and mutual excuses, in Atletico Madrid's locker room, it was completely silent, so quiet that only the voice of head coach Gao Han remained.

"Do you still believe me?"

"Letter!" The players replied in unison again.

It was 0-0 in the first half, Atletico Madrid defended, and the coach's pre-match arrangement worked.

More importantly, the players can clearly feel that the team's special training in the past month or so has finally paid off.

This makes them more convincing to the head coach.

"Very good, then let me tell you, as long as we wait another 20 minutes in the second half, Barcelona is finished!"

When the players heard this, there was a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.

Barcelona is finished, the championship belongs to Atletico Madrid!

"But I also have to remind you that we Chinese have a saying that half a journey of a hundred miles makes ninety, and the harder it gets to the end."

"In the second half, Barcelona will definitely attack harder and put more pressure on our defense. We must withstand it!"

The players nodded in unison.

"Also, our strikers will continue to stretch their defenses and drain their energy."

Speaking of this, Gao Han looked at Villa and Torres, "You are all young, but don't say you lost to those old men!"

There was a burst of laughter in the locker room.

"Boss, don't worry!"

"Yes, I promise to complete the task!"

"Also!" Gao Han looked at Hugo Leal, "Hugo, in the second half, you are responsible for harassing Guardiola!"

"Understood!" The Portuguese nodded emphatically.

When Gao Han said this, he had already said almost everything that should be said, and the time was coming soon.

"Guys, I am confident that the victory will belong to us Atletico Madrid!"

"Okay, victory!"

"We want to win!"

"Come on, Atletico Madrid!"

"We want champions!"

"Want to be a champion!"

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