That was the afternoon training session.
A match was arranged and Li Ang asked assistant manager Fernandez to arrange it. He stood on the sidelines and observed the players' training.
His brows began to furrow.
There was no problem with the players' training attitude. They were all very serious. What he was not satisfied with was the content, or rather some of the details.
Francisco José Pallada dribbled the ball forward. He pulled the ball beautifully and turned around, passing Pablo Santos who came up to defend.
Since Pallada was regarded as a treasure by Sporting de Gijón, his talent was indeed good. His footwork was quite good, and he was more flexible with the ball. His speed was not slow. The Gijón media called him "Gijón Messi," which was somewhat reasonable.
Pallada was also deliberately showing off. He was not trying to win the favor of the new manager, but he had another attitude: he was very dissatisfied with the manager's reprimand just now. He thought that he was the special one in the team. He should not be compared with those who were not as talented as him. He should not be criticized. Without Pallada, who knew how bad this team would be.
He wanted to show Li Ang his talent to his heart's content.
He was a genius!
He was different!
He needed to be treated specially!
Pallada had already linked up with many people. He had the style of riding alone for thousands of miles.
"That's Pallada," Fernandez said.
"Yes, the young man is very excited today," Paller also praised.
Li Ang's brows were knitted together. He was still observing.
At Pallada's last pass, the football was slightly further away from his body. The defensive player, Victor Perez, came up. He looked like he was going to make a slide tackle. However, he had already rushed up, but he hesitated. He retracted his leg and only extended his leg to block it symbolically.
Bastard!
Li Ang was angry!
"Blow the whistle!" Li Ang shouted.
"What?" Fernandez, who was acting as the referee, was stunned. There was no foul. Nothing happened. Why did he have to blow the whistle?
Li Ang saw that he did not respond and shouted himself, "Timeout!"
The players were stunned. What happened?
"Timeout!" Li Ang shouted again.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the manager.
There was only one exception.
As for Francisco José Parada, it was as if he did not hear the manager's shout. He continued to dribble the ball and had no intention of stopping. Anyway, he would not stop until the whistle sounded. That Chinese manager? Who does he think he is?
He did it on purpose. He did not put Li Ang in his eyes. The genius of Sporting de Gijón was not interested in Li Ang.
Then, a scene that shocked everyone appeared. The Sporting de Gijón B team manager rushed into the field and blocked Pallada's forward path. With a not-so-standard tackle, he knocked down Sporting de Gijón's genius, along with the ball.
"Good God!"
Everyone cried out in alarm.
Some people were completely stunned.
Including the two assistant coaches.
Li Ang got up like a furious lion king. He roared at Francisco Jose -Parada, who was still lying on the ground. "Bastard! I said stop. I said stop. Didn't you hear me? "
"Is it because your ears don't work, or is my voice not loud enough?" Looking at his angry look, it looked like he was going to eat the poor kid on the ground. Of course, he did not think that the kid did not hear his shouts. Therefore, there was only one explanation. The kid did it on purpose. He did not put him, the manager, in his eyes at all!
For a manager, this kind of thing was the most intolerable.
Francisco Jose -Parada was completely stunned. The genius who was doted on by everyone in Gijón was completely scared out of his wits. He forgot that he was the "special one." At this time, he was like a trembling quail, not daring to make a sound.
"Are you okay?" Assistant Coach Paller ran in and pulled the poor kid up to let him rest at the side. Then he looked at his new colleague. "Li, what you did just now —"
"Since my words don't work, I can only use my actions to do the talking." Li Ang said. His shovel action just now looked scary, but it was not harmful. It was aimed directly at the football. Although he was angry, he was not stupid. Of course, he would not do any malicious harm to his own player.
Paller came over and whispered, "Fortunately, Quayalegte is not here."
"Do you think the kid won't say anything when he goes back?" Fernandez laughed bitterly.
"I'm worried about that. I hope there won't be any big problems."
Francisco Jose -Parada was the team's big baby. The whole club tried their best to take care of and nurture him. Li Ang's behavior just now might cause an uproar. If things went wrong, this young China colleague would have to say goodbye to Sporting de Gijón's B team.
The two men looked at each other. Their new colleague, the team's new manager, did things too recklessly. They hoped that he would be lucky enough.
"Quayalegte?" Li Ang heard the name. Who was this? However, he did not pay attention to it for the time being. He also did not pay attention to Parada, who was standing not far away and looking at him with his teeth clenched. The kid finally came back to his senses.
"You, come here." Li Ang pointed to Victor Perez.
The latter walked over timidly. The manager's ferocity just now had scared everyone. The manager actually rushed into the field and knocked down Parada. He knocked down the talented star player that the team was taking care of. God, what did our eyes see?!
He was so rude to the team's super talented star player. One could only imagine his attitude towards the rest of the team.
Victor Perez looked at the manager, somewhat at a loss.
"What were you doing just now?" Li Ang looked at the strong young man. "You were ready to shovel the ball just now. Why did you stop?"
"You seized the opportunity to go up and intercept. You could have stopped him from continuing to break through. Why didn't you shovel?!"
"What are you thinking in your head?"
"And you! And you! "Li Ang pointed to a few other defensive players.
"If your defensive actions just now were a little more fierce, if your pressing was a little tighter, you could have stopped him from breaking through! Why did you let him go just like that? "
"Did you defend with your eyes?" He criticized angrily.
He had been observing from the sidelines. Once did not mean anything, but twice, thrice, it meant something. He noticed that when Francisco José Parada dribbled the ball, the other defensive players were also very reserved. Their defensive actions were not strong at all. They could even be called amateurs. They just made a symbolic defensive action and let Parada go just like that.
"Coach —" Victor Perez looked up at the coach. He did not know if he should say it.
"You say it. Give me a reason. Otherwise, I don't think you have the ability to stay here." Li Ang threatened.
He did not know that this was simply grabbing the kid's Achilles' heel. For Victor Perez, who was almost terminated before Christmas, this sentence was full of lethality!
The kid was frightened. He no longer hesitated. Moreover, he felt that there was no problem with his reason.
"This is Mr. Osvaldo's request," Victor Perez said. "He doesn't allow us to make any big moves when we are defending against Parada."
"Osvaldo?" In addition to Quayalegart just now, another name suddenly popped up. Li Ang looked at his two assistants. "Who is this guy?"
PS: First update, this is the chapter to thank the reader, the Wandering Scholar, for his generous reward. Also, thank you for everyone's support.
A coach rushing into the field and tackling a disobedient player. This is not a fabrication. It has happened in the football world, and it has happened more than once. So, you don't have to feel anything.
For example, Elenio Herrera, the meritorious coach of Inter Milan during the Great International era, was such a character coach. There was once a player who said in an interview, "We came to play in Rome." The reason for being suspended by Herrera was very simple. He did not say, "We came to Rome to win."
In addition, he once tackled Di Stefano during a training session and caused him to be injured. Another time, because the players were 20 seconds late, he asked the players to walk back to the training base six miles away. Oh, my God!
Our Li Ang's character is quite good.
The authority of a manager is not to be challenged!
This is the first creed of a coach!
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