At the beginning of the second half, Fang Jue was like chasing a duck and arranged for all the players on the bench to get up and warm up.

Yes, all the players, including substitute goalkeeper Marirus, were warmed up on the sidelines.

The camera even gave a close-up, with seven Ibiza substitutes wearing vests and lined up on the sidelines, jogging, pressing their legs and twisting their butts. The scene was spectacular.

"God, let's see what's going on in Ibiza's bench?" Fernando exclaimed, "All the substitutes are warming up, and even goalkeeper Marius is warming up. What is Ibiza's coach Fang thinking? Does he think there are seven substitutions in a game!"

Fang Jue naturally couldn't hear Fernando's sarcasm.

He is planning for the future.

Because the skill card of [Magic Lamp Entity] is randomly applied to a certain player, this means that after Fang Jue uses the card, it may act on the players on the court, or on all players on the bench, including the substitute goalkeeper.

So, he asked all the substitutes to warm up in advance.

Substitute goalkeeper Marilus was surprised when he heard that he was asked to warm up too. Is the main goalkeeper Simon Wright injured? No!

Although they were puzzled, the head coach said, and they had to do it.

...

When the game reached the 59th minute, Fang Jue immediately activated the [Divine Lamp Entity] red skill card.

The roulette is rotating in my mind and the pointer is flashing.

Fang Jue clenched his fists and his palms were covered in sweat. The ideal result was to choose Dagstino. This player has relatively outstanding shooting ability in Ibiza and is on the court at this time.

Fang Jue felt that time passed slowly, but, in fact, this roulette draw did not take more time. It was almost Fang Jue who had just activated the skill card, and then three seconds later the hand locked a name:

Clement!

Second O.

Fang Jue stared at Clement who was warming up seriously.

Is this fate?

Or are we very much aligned?

First of all, he has to admit that he won the top and only tyrant in the team at present, which is beneficial. After all, the wealth is not overwhelming. Moreover, Fang Jue believes that Clement is now extremely admiring him and obeying his words. How he arranges this guy will definitely implement it. This is a good thing, and obedience is very important.

However, what is so annoying is that this guy can be said to be the worst shooting level among the entire Ibiza team except for the goalkeeper. Yes, you read that right, maybe the central defender Llorent's shooting style is more reliable than Clement.

Clement's characteristic is interception, running and sweeping without any effort, with rough style and big movements.

Players with such characteristics are simply alternative in the Spanish league, a reckless man who destroys artistic football and will not be valued at all.

When Fang Jue's predecessor Pablo Fernandez was coaching, Clement only received 85 minutes of playing time in total. Yes, the total playing time in half a season is less than a regular game.

...

Fang Jue stared at Clement, and he was expecting something in his heart. Maybe this guy has the hidden attribute of shooting?

"Clement, come here!" Fang Jue shouted.

Almost before he finished speaking, he saw Clement running over excitedly.

"Coach, I'm here!"

Very good attitude!

Fang Jue nodded, fully reflecting his personal charm.

"Have you scored a goal this season?" Fang Jue asked.

"I've been in, I've been in two." Clement was a little embarrassed, embarrassed.

"Huh?" Fang Jue was surprised, and then praised Clement's shameful expression. Is this shame for the few goals? How simple.

"Very good!" Fang Jue patted Clement on the shoulder.

"Coach, I, I scored two own goals." Clement whispered.

Fang Jue stared at Clement, and the latter became even more panicked.

Talent!

Fuck!

A player who is very sloppy in shooting skills and rarely shoots has scored two own goals! What is incredible! This is incredible!

Fang Jue suddenly felt that he was destined to draw Clement...

Well, he wanted to comfort himself, but he couldn't continue.

Fang Jue was panicked. He suddenly felt a little worried. What if this guy really scored a refraction goal in a while, but he scored another goal?

...

"Clement, I will send you on the field next." Fang Jue said, "Your mission is"

"Coach, I know." Clemente nodded, and he patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me!"

"Do you know?" Fang Jue was surprised, "Then tell me."

"Coach, don't worry, I will definitely shovel that guy, Purman, won't pee," Clement said.

God's shovel Puerman, and why can't I urinate?

Fang Jue looked at this guy who was not on the same channel as his own, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"No, you're wrong." Fang Jue looked serious, "Clement, I sent you up, not to defend, but to participate in the offense!"

"Go and shoot!"

"Go to score!"

Every time Fang Jue said something, Clement's eyes widened, and finally he stared wide, with a look of horror.

He even subconsciously turned his head to look inside the field, looking at the direction of his goal.

Coach, you asked me to tackle Puerman, but I didn't say anything and guaranteed to complete the task.

But you want me to participate in the offense and ask me to shoot and score goals. Are you sure it's not a joke?

...

"Coach, I won't shoot." Clement cried with a sad face. He has only scored an own goal in his life. "Let me go to shovel Pullman, I promise..."

"What are you guaranteed? You idiot!" Fang Jue was angry, "Bastard! A loser! How do you know that you can't shoot? How do you know that you can't score a goal? When you are dreaming, when you are dreaming, you never think about scoring a goal or cheering everyone?"

Clement nodded subconsciously. He dreamed that he scored another own goal, was surrounded by fans and scolded him, and someone wanted to beat him up.

Fang Jue looked at the time and was a little anxious. Time cannot be wasted on this. Although the system is the default player to officially start time after boarding the court, this will not waste fifteen minutes of the useful time of the skill card, Fang Jue himself obtained the time node he thought was the most likely goal scored, which cannot be missed.

"Listen, Clement!" Fang Jue stared at Clement's eyes, with an extremely serious expression, and a low and powerful voice. "You have the ability to shoot! You must believe in yourself!"

"But……"

"You don't believe in yourself, don't you believe me?" Fang Jue said in a higher voice, "I'm optimistic about you! I think you have this ability!"

"Coach, do you really think so?" Clement showed a surprise expression. He didn't know why, but when he heard the coach say this, he felt credible from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes!"

"But no coach has ever thought so before..."

"That's because you didn't meet me!" Fang Jue said.

"I really have the potential to score a goal?" Clement's eyes flashed.

"Yes!" Fang Jue nodded and continued, "You just didn't find the right direction of the goal before. Now, I'm here, I will guide you and discover your potential! Trust me, you can!"

"Yes, I can!" Clement whispered, his voice getting louder and louder, "The coach said, I can!"

"I can!"

"Listen, after you come on stage, do this according to my arrangement." Fang Jue hugged Clement's shoulder and reminded him.

"Transfer my tactical instructions to others and let them pass more balls to you. Forget it, I'll convey this. If you say they don't believe it."

"Shoot! Your mission is to shoot!"

"No matter whether there is a shooting route, a shooting angle, or a shooting confidence, anyway, as long as you have the chance to shoot, you just hit the goal in the direction of the goal!"

Shooting skills, shooting footing, shooting angle, etc., for Clement, there is no such consideration at all. Just hit the goal with great force. This is the only way Fang Jue can think of: do miracles with great force!
Chapter completed!