Li Ang was now like a tight spring. He put all his energy and attention into the game against Barcelona.
His mind was now full of how to lead the team to win.
Real Madrid's under-17 A team was inferior to Barcelona's under-17 A team. It was very difficult to win. The problem now was that Li Ang had to lead the team to win! There was no other choice.
In order to win, Li Ang gave it his all.
The game against Barcelona was on Thursday.
The day before the game.
"Pablo. What did the weather forecast say? "Li Ang asked his assistant, Pablo Banderas.
"The weather forecast said that there may be light rain tomorrow, or it may just be cloudy, or it may be moderate rain."
"Did they really say that?" Li Ang looked up and asked.
"Weather forecast, you know." The latter shrugged helplessly.
"F * ck!" Li Ang cursed and lowered his head to record in his notebook. Weather? He wrote cloudy, crossed it out, wrote light to moderate rain, and then put a question mark. Finally, he drew a heavy circle.
"Help me inform Mr. Bravo to come here," Li Ang ordered.
About ten minutes later, Bravo, a staff member of the youth base, arrived. Li Ang gave him instructions face to face. It was as if they were secretly discussing something bad.
"Sir, are you sure you want to do this?" Bravo was surprised and asked with uncertainty.
"Do as I say." Li Ang waved his hand.
"All right then." Bravo took the order and left. "As you wish." Mr. Bravo's eyes were full of excitement as he spoke.
"What did you arrange for Mr. Bravo to do?" Li Ang's voice was very low when he gave the order. Pablo Banderas was a little far away and could not hear clearly, so he asked.
"Nothing, just a little thing." Li Ang grinned.
"Is it really nothing?" Pablo Banderas obviously did not believe it.
"It's really nothing." Li Ang nodded vigorously.
"Is there any news about the matter I asked you to inquire about?" Li Ang turned his head and asked.
"That kid's name is Juan Carlos." Another assistant coach, Alessandro Parisi, said, "I went to Getafe to ask, and the result was not very good."
Li Ang had been studying the current situation of Real Madrid's under-17 team for the past few days. In order to win the game, in addition to studying his opponents, he also had to study his team thoroughly. The latter was even more important. In the current team's lineup, although the players in the middle and front field were worse than Barcelona, they were not too bad. What worried Li Ang the most was the team's rear defensive line. In his memory, none of the names of the players in the team's rear defensive line could be remembered in the future, which explained some problems.
In the game against Getafe, the opponent's number six player was the kid who had marked Callejón for most of the game and had successfully frozen most of Real Madrid's attacks. Of course, he was also the first victim of Li Ang's mysterious system skill. He was the unlucky one.
Although the kid was beaten by Real Madrid in that game, Li Ang knew that there was something fishy about it. In fact, the defender's performance definitely made Li Ang's eyes light up.
He asked Alessandro Parisi to go to Getafe to find out about the player's situation. If possible, he wanted to poach him. Although he could not be in time for the game against Barcelona, it was possible that he could become a defensive general that he could rely on in the future.
However, now that he heard Alessandro Parisi's meaning, the situation was not good.
"What's wrong? Getafe is not willing to let him go? " Li Ang asked. He thought about it. The kid named Juan Carlos's performance in that game. Naturally, Getafe would treat this kid like a treasure.
"No," Alessandro Parisi said with a strange expression. "Getafe kicked him out of the team."
"What?" Li Ang was shocked. Then he remembered a detail. When Carlos had broken the ball, he had given Callejón, who had been mysteriously guided by Li Ang, a chance. After the ball had been scored, the Getafe manager, Gonzalo, was furious. At the time, he had shouted that he would deal with the kid after the loss. Now it seemed that the manager had really thrown the responsibility of the loss to a player to take the blame for it. Moreover, this player could be said to be the best player in the Getafe team.
Although he could not believe that there was such a manager, Li Ang had to accept the fact that this was the case.
Then Li Ang was happy. Since Carlos had been kicked out of the team by Getafe, this was good news. This meant that Real Madrid could directly sign a contract with Carlos.
"You didn't look for the kid?"
"I did."
"What was the result?"
"I didn't find him."
"What?"
"The phone number that the kid left for Getafe, including the address, were all fake," Alessandro Parisi said.
"Ah?" Li Ang was surprised. Then he thought of a word in his mind.
And Pablo Banderas, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, said the word: illegal immigrant!
Li Ang was slightly regretful. He really appreciated the kid. What a pity.
The next day.
Li Ang stood outside the third field of the youth team at the Charmartin Training Base, watching Bravo lead people to water the field.
He raised his head to look at the sky again. Dark clouds loomed over the city, and it looked like it could rain at any time. However, the dark clouds had been hanging there casually for a long time, and yet, not a single drop of rain fell.
"Damn, I knew the weather forecast couldn't be trusted," Li Ang cursed.
Next to him was a stunned Pablo Banderas. The latter now understood why Li Ang had spoken to Bravo in private.
"This isn't very good," Mr. Banderas said.
"What's not good about it?" Li Ang's eyes widened. "Don't you want to beat Barça?"
"Of course not." As a pure Real Madrid man, Pablo Banderas immediately replied.
"Then what else is there to say?" Li Ang smiled. "Unless your love for Real Madrid and hatred for Barça are not deep enough."
The upright Mr. Banderas did not say a word. He was in a dilemma. In the end, he pursed his lips and did not speak again.
Li Ang looked at his watch. There was still nearly an hour before the start of the game. He signaled to Bravo that they could stop watering.
"No more watering? Is this enough, Mr. Li Ang? " Bravo stood in the middle of the field and asked loudly. He was wearing long sleepers, a raincoat, and a rain hat. He was holding a water pipe that was still gurgling out. He wiped the water off his face and stood in the middle of the field. He was in high spirits and did not seem to intend to stop watering.
"Enough! Enough! Well done! " Li Ang laughed. "If you continue to water, we and Barcelona will have to change to water polo."
Bravo reluctantly asked someone to turn off the water valve and left with his men. He did not forget to give Li Ang a thumbs up before he left. It was sinister enough.
Li Ang stood in the field and stepped on it. The field was very slippery.
He let Pablo Banderas kick a football over. He faced the football rolling over, ran up, and was about to kick it.
The football was kicked, and the forward rolling distance was at least halved compared to normal. He slipped and fell to the ground after he kicked the ball.
Awkwardly getting up, Li Ang looked at Pablo Banderas, who was laughing at his misfortune. He was very satisfied with the results of Bravo's work.
This was exactly the effect he wanted.
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