"This is Deisler's sixth goal since joining Ibiza! He helped Ibiza lead 2:0."

"Desler's escape and shots were very beautiful, but the most exciting part of this goal was the pass. Captain Ibiza sent a long pass with extremely strong penetration. This is really an accurate long pass that makes people jump up and cheer!"

Fang Jue clenched his hands into fists, waved his fists excitedly, and ran on the sidelines. At this time, he didn't think about showing off the style of a famous handsome man.

"Coach Fang Jue is celebrating passionately, and he is as happy as a child." Dolores exclaimed, "He is really a passionate coach, capable and passionate. In this case, youth has become a kind of capital!"

Look, whether you have a famous handsome style does not depend on whether you pretend to be calm or what you are doing, whether you care about your connotation, ability, appearance, and who you are.

Fang Jue jumped around, not sure if he was dizzy or was just about to get angry. He almost rushed to the visiting team coach's seat. If he hadn't had a little rationality and realized that something was wrong, Fang Jue braked suddenly, put down his fists and clenched it, pretending to be a very regretful expression, quickly escaped and returned to his coach's seat.

"Next time you have to pay attention to pulling me." Fang Jue said to his assistant in a daze. He had almost seen the angry eyes of the Gava people just now.

"I pulled it, but I didn't hold it." Sebalus spread his hands, could he blame me? You are like a rabbit in heat, I didn't hold it, and suddenly rushed out.

"Then hug me." Fang Jue reminded seriously, it was related to life and death, and he was very serious.

"I remember!" Sebalus nodded as well. He could see clearly just now, and Gayego's eyes were almost sucking.

...

Facing the bad situation of the team falling behind two goals in the first half, the head coach of the Gava team, David Gayego, looked very ugly, especially the opponent's head coach Fang Jue, who actually came to provoke, and Gayego's lungs were furious.

Too much bullying!

This is a proud slut!

No wonder his cousin Zachadet was so angry when he mentioned this guy’s name!

David Gayego was furious, and he felt that he had found a sense of his poor cousin's shared hatred of the enemy.

My cousin must cheer me up in front of the TV!

Come on, there is still half game, and you will definitely be able to make a comeback!

At this moment, Zacacasedet was dancing in an apartment in Barcelona.

Twist left, twisted again, good ass, oh yeah.

Swing left, swing right, good chicken, Oye.

He was so happy that he was so happy to see David Gayego's bastard being stabbed twice by the Chinese.

The only thing I was worried about is that considering the strength relationship, it was difficult for Gava to get five goals by Ibiza...

There is still the second half!

come on!

Come on Ibiza!

Zachadet would not cheer for Fang Jue, so he would not give the Chinese a good face. He would only cheer for the team Ibiza. This is an individual that can be separated. The head coach is an employee and has nothing to do with the club.

This logic is perfect, no problem!

...

The first half ended 2-0, with home team Ibiza leading the away team Gawa two goals.

David Gayego's anger did not bring any favorable help to his team.

From the beginning of this game, David Gayego and his team were passive everywhere, and Fang Jue was plotted against each step.

After such a first half, Gawa's players were exhausted, extremely frustrated, and completely dissatisfied.

After a halftime break, Gawa, who had barely recovered his morale, suffered a head-on blow.

The second half just started, Deisler suddenly made a cold arrow on the edge of the penalty area, and the ball bounced out from the post!

However, Fareco, who was smart enough to reach the goal, completed the supplemental shot before the defender cleared the ball, and once again penetrated the goal guarded by Gava goalkeeper Ranites, helping Ibiza lead 3:0!

"It's over!" David Gayego's heart skipped a beat and his face was ashamed. He knew that the defeat in this game was decided. He shouted out during the break, which was considered to be a barely boosting the morale of the whole team. However, he lost the ball again just at the beginning of the second half, which is likely to directly defeat the team's lack of morale.

Fang Jue did not celebrate this time. He stood on the sidelines and smiled and applauded, and gave a thumbs up at Little Fareco. The terrible little guy was so happy.

Back to the coaching seat, Fang Jue just sat down, and Sebalus was just talking nonsense, "Then"

Fang Jue turned his head to see, almost shocked him. All the substitutes of Gawa were driven to warm up by their head coach David Gayego, which was magnificent and spectacular.

"This is going to fight to the death," said Sebalos.

"Don't worry." Fang Jue said, looking at Sebalus' puzzled expression, he smiled and said, "Maybe he doesn't know who to send."

...

David Gayego grabbed his hair, and his head hurts now. He decided to replace people. Even for programmatic needs, he would replace people, and input fresh blood into the field, hoping to make some improvements.

But the problem is that David Gayego doesn't know who to replace, to be precise, he doesn't know how to choose.

Is it that I will continue to attack? Fight for goals to narrow the score and save face? However, he is really worried that one or two more holes will be stabbed.

Or strengthen defense and avoid big defeats?

Just when David Gayego was worried and didn't know how to make a decision, the banquet of Jurado, the owner of the Gava Club, was approaching the end of a winery in Penedes.

"What's the score of the game?" Hurado asked his assistant.

"The boss asked how many times he had asked." The assistant immediately called and asked. This was such a clever little ghost. He knew that the boss liked to hear him ask.

"Three to zero, but..."

"Okay, I know." The assistant hung up the phone, came to the boss, and whispered with a pleasing look, "Boss, it's three to zero!"

"Very good!" Hurado nodded, "Let's go and invite our VIPs to the game."

For him, the football club is more like toys. Its industry is mainly red wine. This winery is his. He invites VIPs to taste wine. When he is drunk, he looks at the ball and feels victory. So he always asks the score and only goes to enjoy the game after he decides to win. It is not just a look back or watch the live broadcast. What he enjoys is not the process, but the result. Listening to the guests' praise of his team and his eyes, it feels so good.

To be honest, football is his face project, which is why he set up a Spanish third-level league team, but not a team in the Spanish Second Division and La Liga. It is enough to have a face project and small investment.

...

In the luxuriously decorated cinema hall, Mr. Jurado, the owner of the Gava Club, invited guests to take a seat and signaled his subordinates to open the live broadcast of the game.

The guests looked at each other, some shook their heads with a smile, some made expectation statements, and some flattened their mouths. They had long known about Hurado's hobby.

"Okay, think about it and think about it for a while, how to praise it." Someone whispered to his companion.

My companion laughed softly.

You can't say how bad Hurado does this. Isn't this the circle like this? Everyone praises me and I praise you. Next time Hurado goes to another territory, he must be prepared to applaud and praise for a hobby of the other party, and be polite.

The live broadcast screen is here.

Jurado glanced casually and said loudly as if he was unhappy, "Didn't he say three to zero? Why are there four balls? If you don't work carefully, you will deduct bonuses!"

Hurado was satisfied. David Gayego was doing well. He was still leading three goals just now. He made a phone call and walked over for a few minutes and it was four to zero. It was good, good, and I need a reward.

But... the cinema, which was already a little noisy and noisy, suddenly became quiet.

The assistant who was scolded by Mr. Hurado's face turned red, "Wrong, wrong, boss, wrong!"

"I know I'm wrong, there are four, not three!" Hurado waved his hand.

"It's the wrong score, it's back!" The assistant was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his voice couldn't help but raise his voice a little, "It's us who fall behind, we are the 0!"
Chapter completed!