"In terms of coaching style, Gayego advocates offense and is good at 442 and 4231 formations. However, no matter which formation it is, please pay attention..." Fang Jue knocked on the small blackboard.

"Gava likes to create advantages through ball control and open up attack space."

"And what are we going to do?" Fang Jue glanced at the player, then snapped his fingers, and the players saw physiotherapist Adriana twisting his waist and coming in, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

That’s right, it’s just a bowl of noodles, a bowl of pasta with pretty good looks.

"Gawa's ball control tactics are beautiful, and he has a strong adjustment. It's like a bowl of noodles." Fang Jue said, picking up the knife and fork, and a thunderous operation, "Look, what is it now?"

The red, white, yellow, and it was so churned that some people felt a little disgusted.

"It's a feces!" Fareco raised his hand and shouted.

Fabianski covered his mouth and almost vomited it out.

"I'm right!" Fang Jue waved his hand in disgust. Adriana gave Fang Jue a blank look and brought out this bowl of pasta that looked like something like reincarnation, which was just enough to add a meal to Pavarotti.

...

"Stendatillo!" Fang Jue knocked on the small blackboard, drew a circle, and surrounded the name, "Stay on him to death, don't give him any comfortable space to get the ball and the chance to shoot."

He called Clement's name, "White, that guy is handed over to you."

"no problem."

"Guardado, Garva's left-back, likes assists, but, and has a characteristic, slow turn." Fang Jue said to Deisler, "Basti, you know how to do it."

"Don't worry, coach, I will make their left side shit like shit!" Deisler was in good spirits. He changed his hairstyle today, to be precise, and his bangs were slightly modified, and his bangs were three numbers 999.

Someone made a gag, and then a burst of laughter.

"Dieto." Fang Jue pointed the captain's name, "Be careful of Kanse, this guy has good skills under his feet, and he must be decisive in tactical fouls."

"Yes, coach."

"Okay, that's all for the time being. After the game starts, I will make adjustments at any time." Fang Jue clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Guys, the Gawa meal has been served, we must enjoy it!"

"That's right!"

"The ** of the Taogarwa people!"

"Kick their balls!"

Fang Jue's face was getting green. I was so elegant. Why was it so vulgar when I got to the mouths of these bastards?

He looked at the players and said, "That's right, fuck them to death!"

Oh oh oh!

Sebalos watched Fang Jue calmly give orders, and asserted all tasks while talking and laughing, it was targeted and very well-placed, and unconsciously brought up the atmosphere of the whole team. The players who were originally a little afraid or even worried because their opponents were the third-ranked team in the league, now they were all smiling from ear to ear, as if they could hold their opponents in their hands.

If Fang Jue hadn't made him lose his youthful and handsome face, he would have almost thought that this was a famous football coach with outstanding achievements and rich experience.

...

While Fang Jue was busy carrying out the final mobilization and deployment before the war, in the visiting team's locker room, Gava head coach David Gayego also ended the routine pre-war mobilization.

In fact, there is nothing to explain specifically. The Gawa team is in good shape and has a good morale. David Gayego is very satisfied. In his heart, he thought that his team would occupy and lock in a place in the upgrade playoffs.

As for today's opponent Ibiza, Gayego admitted that Ibiza's recent record is good, but a team that once ranked last in the league for a long time suddenly played a few good games, and they are the strong teams?

Of course not!

This is just an appearance, and its real strength is still there. He Gayego has heard a lot about this sudden explosion and then being slapped by a slap. His Gava team is willing to be a kind-hearted person who wakes up Ibiza's dream today.

Of course, David Gayego would not underestimate the enemy too much, and he felt it was necessary to understand the situation.

At this moment, his cell phone rang first.

Seeing the caller ID, Gayego immediately looked serious, "Hello, boss."

The call was called by Gawa Club Chairman Jurado.

"David, how are the guys in the state?"

This cheerful voice brought the boss's concern. David Gayego patted his chest and said, "The young men are great, fierce, and absolutely capable Ibiza people screamed."

"It's a good thing to be confident." Hurado said, expressing his concerns, "Ibiza has been in excellent form recently, has a strong record, and has been unbeaten in seven games. You must be vigilant, I'm worried..."

"Boss, don't worry." Gayego said immediately, "We will definitely win this game. If you can't win, you will fire me."

...

What does it mean to be a good subordinate?

This is a good subordinate!

Be able to speak good words, show loyalty at critical moments, issue military orders, and make the boss in a good mood. This is a good subordinate!

Although both sides are just jokes in most cases, they are... happy to hear.

Although the relationship between the head coach and the club owner is not as serious as a real company, Gayego's attitude is useless and has a future.

"Hahaha, very good, very good." Hurado was very happy. "Being confident is a good thing, it is a manifestation of strength and ability,"

"And it's also true, don't mention anything like firing, don't joke, I'm unhappy, this is disrespect for a coach with extraordinary ability." Hurado sniffed a cigar and felt refreshed. "I trust you very much. The team is promoted to the second division, and you are still the coach!"

"Thank you for your trust."

...

Hang up the phone, David Gayego felt so happy. He thought of what he had to do before the call, and hummed a little song and called.

"Cousin, is Ibiza familiar?"

Zachadet, who had been fired from get out of class, is now angry and trembling when he hears Ibiza.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Fang, that Chinese coach of Ibiza..."

"That bastard! Did he say something? Or did he say something in the newspaper? I was careless in the game, and I was careless!" Zachadet hung up the phone suddenly, so angry that he almost foamed at the mouth. He was fired, which was already miserable enough. Why was the Chinese still in dispersed?

And David Gayego, this bastard cousin, is definitely not about caring or showing off when calling.

Originally planning to stay away from football for the time being, Zachadet, who licked his wounds, turned on the TV and found the channel for live broadcasting the game between Ibiza and Gawa.

Just before the live broadcast screen plays the scene where the head coaches of both sides shake hands.

Both of them showed a very graceful look, smiling, shaking hands, greetings, and laughing.

Two mixed balls!

Zachadet was so angry.

After a while, the whistle at the beginning of the game sounded, and Zachaledet in front of the TV waved his arm and shouted, "Come on Ibiza! Come on Ibiza! Poke Gava's butt!"
Chapter completed!