Li Ang laughed heartily. He did it!
He was so happy!
So excited!
"José, you little guy, I can't breathe!" Li Ang escaped from Callejon's warm embrace.
Callejon smiled embarrassedly. Li Ang patted the little guy's head. "Well done!"
Juan Carlos, Getafe's number six player, had been perfect up to this minute in today's game. However, he was the unlucky guy who had missed the crucial ball.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the Real Madrid players in white jerseys who were celebrating the goal.
He gritted his teeth!
His heart was extremely unreconciled!
Before the game, he had said to himself.
This was not a game!
This was a war!
It was a battle of life and death for him, Juan Carlos!
For bread, for his sister's medical expenses, he needed this job. He did not expect to become a star player. He just needed this job. If his performance was good enough, he would be able to get an apprentice contract. And this meager contract, to him, meant hope.
He clenched his fists.
This was Juan Carlos's first official game in Getafe's youth team. Facing the powerful Real Madrid in his debut game was a blessing for some of the favored players. The stronger the opponent, the better their performance in such a game, which meant that they could attract the attention of the team and focus on training. For some players, the result might not be so good. Obviously, Juan Carlos was not the former. He did not have the talent that made people's eyes light up. In many people's eyes, he was a big fool who only knew how to bury himself in training … In fact, this quality was the most precious. It was just that at this time, no one had realized the preciousness of this big fool.
However, it was this seriousness. He had almost completed his task perfectly in today's game.
He absolutely would not rush blindly.
He absolutely would not rush to the front in the excitement of killing.
He played his part and completed his defense in a serious manner!
He almost succeeded in freezing the Real Madrid players.
Until he missed the kick just now!
"Idiot! What were you doing just now?! "
The head coach of the Getafe youth team, Gonzalo, roared. If not for the serious injury situation of the team and the fact that there was no one else available, he would not have sent such a clumsy looking fellow. Of course, what surprised him was that this fellow's defense had been pretty good all the way until just now!
That kick was a fatal error.
In the heart of this Getafe manager, that one mistake was enough to wipe away all of that unlucky fella's previous contributions and efforts!
It was not surprising that Mr. Gonzalo was such a narrow-minded and selfish fellow.
Gonzalo was furious. He vented all his anger on his fullback, Juan Carlos.
"Bastard! Same! " He shouted at Juan Carlos, "If we lose this game because of you, you'll get the hell out of here!"
Li Ang was surprised. Whether or not his player's mistake caused the goal concede, a manager should not have scolded his player and said such things.
His impression of the head coach of the Getafe youth team had also become very bad. Originally, he still respected the other party. After all, he knew his own situation. He was a grass bird, but the other party was clearly not. Throughout most of the game, Getafe did not concede a goal and did a good job. This coach still had some skill. But now … Haha, a guy who only knew how to blame his own players, that was all.
Juan Carlos's face was wooden. It was impossible for him not to hear the head coach's roar, but the expression on his face did not change. If it were not for the muscles on his face twitching because of his clenched teeth, you would think that he was a piece of wooden bark.
Callejón's goal opened up Real Madrid's scoring account.
Three minutes later, Real Madrid had a corner kick opportunity.
Callejón contained Juan Carlos. After Callejón's goal, Juan seemed to have identified Callejón and kept staring at him to defend!
This was a common problem for young players. They were easily affected by emotions.
He was led away by Callejón, and the others had a chance.
De la Red headed the ball in the penalty area. Harvey García easily headed the ball into the net from the back.
Two nil.
This goal completely destroyed all the fighting spirit of the visiting team, Getafe. Their fighting spirit had always been to not concede a goal. After conceding the first goal, they lost the second goal so quickly. This made them completely collapse.
Real Madrid's third goal came quickly.
It was a minute ago. Callejón received a pass from his teammate and dribbled past Juan Carlos to score a goal. Sometimes, things were so strange. Before, Callejón had faced the same opponent, and he had not succeeded in breaking through. Now, facing Juan Carlos again, he was very confident that he had bypassed his opponent and succeeded!
"Well done." Li Ang whistled. He was pleased with himself.
This goal was a reaction to the current state and fighting spirit of the Getafe players. When Harvey García passed the ball, no one came up to block it. After Callejón dribbled the ball into the penalty area, only Juan Carlos came up to intercept. The others stood in place and watched. Even De la Red, who had plugged in from the other side, did not have a single person beside him. This was the biggest problem of the youth team. It was easy to be defeated. The young players' psychological endurance was not strong enough.
Three nil!
The outcome of the game was set.
Li Ang shook his head. He was looking for Mr. Rodriguez. He wanted to see what kind of expression he had. However, he was disappointed. The gentleman had already left the field. To be exact, after Callejón scored the goal under Li Ang's guidance, the gentleman left. He came to see Li Ang make a fool of himself. Li Ang's brilliant command was simply amazing. What was he doing here instead of leaving?! Staying would only make Li Ang a joke.
Tsk, what a bummer. Li Ang shook his head.
At the end of the game, a scene that left a deep impression on Li Ang appeared.
It was a quick counterattack by Real Madrid. Almost all the Getafe players had given up. They stood in place and watched Callejón dribble the ball straight in.
Only the big man was chasing.
He chased desperately.
Juan Carlos gritted his teeth and chased desperately. Two or three meters in front of him, the back of the Real Madrid player was his target. It was his support to keep running.
Run!
Run!
As long as there was a last bit of strength left!
As long as the opponent had not scored!
Don't give up!
Run!
Run!
He knew that his performance today was terrible. This was his first game and possibly his last. However, as long as the game was not over, as long as he was not substituted, he could not give up.
His favorite movie was "A-Gan-Zheng-Zhuan." He liked it for no reason, because he felt that he was Ah Gan. His sister had also said that he was a genius, a genius like Ah Gan. This was a flower of genius that could only bloom with perseverance and hard work. As long as he did not give up, he would be able to succeed.
Run!
Run!
Run!
Run like Ah Gan.
Do not give up!
"Run!" Juan Carlos seemed to hear his sister cheering him on.
He was completely exhausted.
He felt that his lungs were abnormally uncomfortable due to exhaustion. It was as if they were burning.
He was getting closer.
He was getting closer to his goal.
Callejón did not notice the pursuers behind him. He saw that the Getafe players had lost their fighting spirit. Those people just stood there and watched him dribble the ball. The only person in front of him was the trembling Getafe goalkeeper in front of the goal.
After scoring this goal, he had scored three goals. Scoring a hat-trick was a wonderful feeling.
"Be careful behind you," Li Ang suddenly shouted. The pursuer who had not given up had caught up to Callejón, and Callejón did not seem to know about it.
However, in the next second, Li Ang's eyes widened.
After catching up to Callejón, the Getafe player threw his entire body forward. With a wrestling motion, he hugged Callejón from behind and hugged the Real Madrid striker. Then, the two of them fell down together.
What was this? Chasing desperately and then giving a penalty kick and a red card?
Everyone was stunned.
Pablo Banderas was also shocked.
"He is completely exhausted." Li Ang said. He understood. The Getafe player desperately chased back. He was exhausted, but he relied on his willpower to support himself and finally caught up to Negredo. When the goal was right in front of him, he did not have the last bit of strength left. He almost subconsciously hugged Callejón.
"This big fool. He fought until the end, but he made the biggest mistake." Pablo Banderas shook his head. He saw the referee show a red card to the Getafe defender who had fallen to the ground and was panting like a dead pig. The referee then pointed to the penalty kick.
"Yes, he is quite stupid." Li Ang shook his head. In his heart, he admired the Getafe player. A person who persevered desperately and did not give up should at least earn respect. You could have no talent or other things, but as long as you had this kind of perseverance, you would be the most valuable asset.
He was suddenly interested in the Getafe player. In Li Ang's eyes, the Getafe defender's performance today was perfect. Everyone knew their own situation. Li Ang knew the reason for this person's disastrous mistake.
Steady, serious, not rash, with the spirit of perseverance and not giving up.
In Li Ang's eyes, this kid had these qualities that were not bad.
Penalty kick.
Callejón personally took the penalty kick and scored it. Finally, it was a hat-trick.
The excited Callejón ran and opened his arms to celebrate.
The exhausted Juan Carlos got up and walked silently to the side of the field. Wherever he passed, his teammates, those who had just stood there and watched him run like a fool, pointed at him and talked about him.
"This big fool."
"Yes, desperately running back to defend just to give away a penalty kick, ha."
Juan Carlos did not hear any of these voices. His mind was now full of thoughts that he had messed up again. How was he going to face his sister when he went back? He still remembered when he told his sister that he would be in the starting lineup today. His sister's pale face had a smile of relief and joy.
"Kid, you did well." Li Ang walked up and patted the kid on the shoulder.
The others looked over in surprise. What was the Real Madrid coach doing here?
Juan Carlos looked up at the opponent's manager. He did not understand what this guy was doing here. He just looked at this person coldly.
Annoying guy.
Flaunting guy.
Hypocritical.
Juan Carlos snorted and continued to walk away. His terrible situation today was all because of this guy. It was this guy who sent that number nine, and his nightmare began. It would be strange if he had a good impression of Li Ang now.
Good intentions are not rewarded with good intentions. Li Ang touched his nose and watched this guy walk away silently. "I was being kind," he said to his assistant, Pablo Banderas.
The latter laughed heartily.
This bastard. Li Ang looked at the back of the Getafe player and deliberately said through gritted teeth.
This kid!
PA: Please add, please recommend, my new book has just been released. During the naked run, it was all thanks to everyone's great support.
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