Huaxia, Beijing.
"How is it? How is it?" Duan Xuan asked anxiously.
CCTV Sports had obtained the live broadcast signal for the La Liga match between Barcelona and Deportivo de La Coruña. Logically speaking, a clash between two powerhouses like Barcelona and Deportivo de La Coruña was something that both the fans and the TV station wanted to watch.
However, the viewers and fans were not satisfied. They wanted to watch the match between Sporting de Gijón and Valencia. They wanted to watch Li Ang's team.
As Sporting de Gijón's results improved, Li Ang's fans and Sporting de Gijón's fans increased.
Now, Sporting de Gijón had successfully made it into the top three of La Liga, overtaking the defending champion, Valencia. Other teams like Real Madrid, Deportivo de La Coruña, and Atletico Madrid were all overtaken by Sporting de Gijón.
In this match, Sporting de Gijón was ranked third in the league and was going against Valencia, who was ranked fifth in the league. The fans were extremely excited about this match.
At such an important time, the La Liga match signal provider must have lost their minds. They did not provide the signal for this match, but for the match between Barcelona and Deportivo de La Coruña instead. Perhaps in the eyes of the signal provider, the match between Barcelona and Deportivo de La Coruña was more attractive!
However, they had forgotten that this was China, Li Ang's motherland.
Of course, it was also possible that the proud signal provider did not care even if they knew about this. They did not pay enough attention to the Asian and China markets.
CCTV Sports had been communicating with the signal provider, hoping to change the signal provider. They requested to provide the live broadcast signal for the match between Sporting de Gijón and Valencia, but the other party did not agree.
"No, the other party refused to change the signal." At this time, a message came from the backstage. It was a message that made everyone angry and helpless.
"F * ck!" Duan Xuan cursed.
Almost at the same time, many China fans who were waiting in front of the TV started cursing when they heard the news.
*****
Los Angeles, United States.
In the Iberian Peninsula, it was already around nine o 'clock at night. In the distant United States, at this moment, the afternoon sun was wantonly shining down.
Ding, ding, ding, the alarm clock rang.
Alice pressed the alarm and yawned. She had stayed up all night and worked overtime until the morning. She had only slept for three or four hours.
She quietly walked to the living room and looked at the two rooms next door. There was no movement. It was a large suite. The three girls, Shakira, Miss Betty, and Alice, lived together. The two of them should still be sleeping soundly right now.
Alice turned on the television and began to search. However, it was not easy to find a live broadcast of a La Liga match in the United States.
Finally, on a pay TV station, she found the match she wanted to watch: 20042005 season, La Liga, Round 10, Sporting de Gijón VS Valencia.
As soon as the TV was turned on, Alice threw herself on the soft sofa and hugged a big bear pillow. Then, she saw the close-up of the TV camera. Li Ang was talking to an old man.
Seeing the determined face that she had yearned for day and night, Alice's eyes suddenly turned red. She missed him, missed him, missed him so much.
"Wow, I knew you were secretly watching the match here! I caught you! "
A voice suddenly rang in her ears, causing Alice to scream in fright. Then, she saw Shakira, whose clothes were disheveled and whose hair was messy, standing in front of her with her arms crossed and a smile on her face as if she had succeeded in her scheme.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? "Then, Miss Betty rushed over with a broom …
*****
Fifteen minutes before the match, Mata, who had just finished his ankle surgery, could not feel his ankle in the ward of the Maseraja Hospital. The anesthetic in his ankle had not worn off yet. He could not feel his ankle. This feeling was simply too unbearable for a football player.
"Ah, Dad, I can't feel my foot," Mata shouted.
"That's the effect of the anesthetic," Old Mata replied.
"What time is it, Dad?"
"It's almost nine o 'clock."
"Oh, hurry up, Dad, turn on the TV, turn on the TV."
"Don't panic, the match hasn't started yet." Old Mata said, muttering, "The doctor said that you are not allowed to watch the match."
The doctor did not allow some players who were recuperating to watch the match, because when watching the match, they would be emotional and subconsciously do some actions, such as clapping their hands or even stamping their feet. This was simply bringing secondary damage to the injured body.
"It's okay, Dad. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. I can't move my ankle," Mata said.
The TV was turned on.
The El Molinon Stadium was full, but there was no one on the turf. At this time, the players had all returned to the locker room.
"I really envy them. I really want to participate in this kind of match," Little Mata said, shaking his head.
"Then recuperate well and return to the team as soon as possible," Old Mata said, patting his son's head.
*****
While Mata was envious of his teammates, Li Ang was in the locker room giving his players the final mobilization.
The tactical board had been scribbled all over, but that was not important. No one was looking at it. The real tactics had long been imprinted in their minds.
"Guys," Li Ang looked at the players who had changed into their jerseys and were sitting in their seats, "Valencia was last season's La Liga champion. They are a powerhouse in La Liga. They are very strong. In the Supercopa de España before the start of the season, we lost to them both home and away."
Hearing Li Ang say that, the players looked at their manager in surprise and confusion.
"Don't be surprised. I admit that they are very strong! It's right to admit that they are strong, but … "He suddenly changed the topic, and everyone's spirits were lifted." Why do I have to say 'but'? Because we are stronger than them! Their players are big names, but we are stronger than them! They are the defending champions, but we are stronger than them! They lost to Real Madrid, but we beat Real Madrid 4-0! About this match, you should have seen what the media said. That's right, they are all optimistic about Valencia. Why? Because we lost to them in the Supercopa de España! "
Li Ang looked around. "What kind of bullsh * t logic is that? We are a brand new team. At the start of the season, we were still in the adjustment period. We were still improving. What's the point of referring to the results of the match at that time? A champion team has won against a team that has just returned to La Liga. What's there to be proud of?! "
Li Ang's voice kept rising. Then, he roared, "Who is in front and who is behind on the scoreboard now? Tell me! "
The players were waiting for this moment. They almost shouted, "It's us!"
"That's right, it's us! They are being suppressed by us! " Li Ang gritted his teeth. "Use your feet, use your hard work and sweat to tell your opponents. Tell them …"
Li Ang paused for a second and looked at his players with a murderous look. He suddenly raised his arms. "Since you are at the bottom of the rankings, you better be f * cking honest!"
"Roar!" Everyone stood up from their seats and roared with their necks raised. They were like wolves called Sporting de Gijón!
Hungry wolves!
Wolves of revenge!
PS: Seventh update. The sun is up. I will continue to work hard. This is yesterday's chapter. It will not affect today's update. I am going to fight with chapter 10.
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