When the football rolled into the goal for the second time in five minutes, the entire El Molinon Stadium was in a frenzy.
Harvey Gradro hugged Reyes, who was beside him. This big man's eyes were actually a little red.
"We scored again! Two to zero! "Gladro shouted." Good job, Chinese! "
"Two to zero, ah ah ah ah!" Reyes also shouted at the top of his lungs.
Around them were the equally excited Sporting Gihon fans. In fact, at that very moment, the entire El Molinon Stadium was filled with such excited and crazy fans.
After a sullen first half, after three games against Alavés, where they were beaten one to twelve by their opponents, and after three months of bad days without a win, this game was against Alavés. At this moment, the score of two to zero allowed the depressed and sullen Sporting de Gijón fans to vent their emotions.
"Boss, are you crying?" Reyes shouted, pointing to Gladro's eyes.
His shout attracted the attention of the people around him. Bader Kurey squeezed over and looked at Gladro with a laugh.
"I'm not," Gladro defended himself.
"Boss, I think I just heard you shout 'good job, Chinese!'" Reyes shouted again.
"How is that possible? You heard wrong! " Gladro's face turned red. It was harder for him to admit that he had shouted "good job, Li Ang" than it was for him to admit that he had cried.
"What I shouted was —" Harvey Gladro shouted at the top of his lungs, "Forward! Red and White Army! "
"Forward! Red and White Army! "Bader Kurey and the others raised their arms and shouted together!
"Forward! The Red Army and White Army! "This slogan started from them and quickly spread throughout the entire stadium.
"Forward! Red and White Army! "
"Forward, Red and White Army!"
"In the northern capital of Spain, there is a beautiful pearl. There are sailing ships, passionate crew, and our El Molinon! The great El Molinon, our dream! Our passion! We love you, Xi Hong! Xi Hong! Xi Hong! Forward! Red and White Army! Forward! Red and White Army! "
A song composed by a local primary school teacher in Gihon, "Advance, Red and White Army!", resonated from the stands. This song wasn't Sporting de Gijón's team song, but it seemed to be more popular. Some fans had suggested that the club consider replacing the original team song with this song, but the club didn't agree to it out of respect for tradition! However, this did not affect the status of this song in the hearts of Sporting de Gijón fans!
*****
In the chairman's box, the club's chairman, Manuel Arango, jumped up when he saw Mata score the ball. When he saw the young player score twice, he jumped up. The old man's performance was more vigorous than the young man's. He jumped up and jumped three times on the spot!
This startled the club's general manager, Eroid, who was beside him.
Old Arango was too excited. He was too happy.
At this time, when he heard the fans in the stands shouting "Advance, Red and White Army!" and singing the famous song, Old Arango was also a little absent-minded. He seemed to have returned to the glorious days when Sporting de Gijón was invincible in the song "Advance, Red and White Army!" The whole Spanish football world was shocked. They were a tyrannical force that could not be ignored in the Spanish football world!
Old Arango was emotional and happy in his heart!
Then, he stood in the box and looked through the huge glass at the applause in the field. He turned his head and asked Beretta, "How do you feel now?"
When the team scored the first goal, the happy Old Arango was celebrating, but his mood was ruined by Beretta's words. The club's vice chairman said that it was only a goal, and there was nothing to be happy about. Moreover, this goal might provoke Aravés, and it might even lead to another crushing defeat. Look, the vice chairman's words were the same as the two gold medal commentators that Sporting de Gijón fans disliked.
Beretta's words caused the club's general manager, Eroid, to be dissatisfied. He asked, "If you're not happy when the goal is scored, are you going to cheer when the goal is scored?"
Old Arango did not speak. He just looked deeply at his old partner, Beretta. He was really disappointed. His old partner, who had worked with him for more than ten years, had lost the drive of the past. He had become old, old-fashioned, unconfident, and self-opinionated.
At this moment, only five minutes later, Sporting de Gijón scored again. It was almost the same offensive routine. Marcos launched a counterattack after intercepting the ball. The team quickly accelerated and played a beautiful counterattack. They directly charged into the opponent's penalty area. Even the players who assisted and scored were the same as the first goal. This made Old Arango very happy. In his happiness, Old Arango did not forget to ask his old partner a question.
"2-0. It's useless. They're still going to be eliminated." Beretta said with a red face and neck. What he meant was that the current score was 2-0. The total score of the two rounds was 3-4. Sporting de Gijón was still going to be eliminated.
"You're quibbling." Eroid could not stand it anymore. "Lee's team played defense. You said the game was not good. Shame! Now that we've scored a goal, you said it was not a good thing and would anger the opponent. Now that we've scored two goals, you say it's useless and that we're still going to be eliminated. "
"Am I wrong?" Beretta retorted without holding back. He was afraid of Manuel Arango, but he was not afraid of Eroid.
"Even if the team is eliminated, it's because we lost too badly in the first round. What does this have to do with Lee?" Eroid said without holding back. "If you want to talk about the responsibility of being eliminated, it's still on Rashidria. I don't know who was the one who strongly recommended Rashidria in the first place!"
He was going to bring up old scores! Beretta was angry. He was about to refute.
"Watch the game!" Manuel Arango said in a deep voice. The other two could hear the anger in the chairman's voice. The two of them snorted at the same time. Both sides knew that this time, they had completely fallen out with each other.
*****
At this time, Li Ang was being hugged by his assistant manager, Scott Tri, who shouted excitedly, "2-0! 2-0! We've scored two goals by Aravis! "
Li Ang could understand the assistant manager's feelings. For the Sporting de Gijón team, Aravis was a big demon. This big demon had ravaged Sporting de Gijón this season, leaving a painful memory and shadow in their hearts.
The current score of 2-0 was a kind of emotional catharsis for the players and fans. It was the same for the coaches.
"Calm down, calm down!" Li Ang patted Scott Tri on the shoulder and said, "The second half of the game has only started for less than ten minutes."
When Scott Tri heard this, he smiled embarrassedly. Then he looked at the person in front of him. He was very young. When he first met his colleague from China, he was very surprised. A coach who was not even 30 years old, and he was also from China. It was really unexpected. His first thought at that time was that the club's management had gone crazy. Although Scott Tri knew that Li Ang had a good coaching record in the B team, the first team and the B team were two completely different worlds. He had doubts about Li Ang's coaching prospects.
In the past three days, he had seen with his own eyes how Li Ang had used all possible opportunities and means to intimidate the team's locker room. He had even "destroyed" two players. He had shown absolute iron fist methods.
In this match, Li Ang's "insidious" tactics and deceptions were even more impressive to Scott Trey.
Because he was Li Ang's assistant, he was watching from the sidelines. He knew better than anyone else how well Li Ang had prepared for this game and how much effort and effort he had put in!
They were facing Aravis, who had defeated Sporting de Gijón with six goals three days ago, and now they were leading 2-0!
Regardless of the final score of the game, Scott Tri was sincerely convinced by Li Ang's performance.
"Li, if only you had coached the team earlier," Scott Tri said with emotion. "If that were the case, we might not have been eliminated from the Copa del Rey. Maybe we would have had a chance to reach the semi-finals. That would have been history … What a pity."
Li Ang looked at his assistant, who was nearly 20 years older than him. He smiled and winked. "Jesus, who said that we would definitely be eliminated?"
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