At the end of the afternoon's training, the players began to return to the locker room. They showered there, changed their clothes, and went home.
Li Ang was discussing the afternoon's training with his two assistants.
To be honest, he was not very satisfied with the results of the afternoon's training. However, he also knew that there was no other way. The team really trained according to the tactics he requested only this afternoon.
However, the time left for him was too tight. Tomorrow afternoon, they would have a league match in this training ground. Their opponent was the Orléans team.
Now, what made Li Ang feel a little comforted was that the opponent's strength was not considered strong. Sporting de Gijón B's record this season was terrible. The number of games they won could be counted on one hand, including the Orléans team. At that time, Sporting de Gijón B's team defeated this opponent in an away game with a score of 1-0.
When Osvaldo led the team, he was able to win against Orléans in an away game. If he led the team, and it was a home game, he would be better than Osvaldo. Li Ang calculated in his heart … That's right, he despised and looked down on his predecessor. Sporting Gijón B's record in the Spanish Liga C1 was two wins, three draws, and twelve losses, ranking second from the bottom. With the strength of a veteran Segunda División B's reserve team, this ranking really shouldn't be. Of course, what made Li Ang look down on his predecessor the most was his special treatment policy for Pallada. This showed that the coach's level, structure, and vision were very average. A real coach, although he might also favor talented players, would treat all players equally in the team's training.
Li Ang rushed to his office. He wanted to look at the video. It was a video of the afternoon's training. He had asked the assistant coach, Paller, to record it. Li Ang wanted to look at it, analyze it, and find some problems for future improvement.
Francisco José Pallada changed his clothes in the locker room and walked toward the gate of the Maleo training ground.
The talented young man seemed to have a lot on his mind.
He was a little confused, or rather confused.
On the one hand, he was surprised that Li Ang had returned to the training ground as if nothing had happened. It seemed that this person's position as the manager was still stable. What was going on?
There was also fear in Pallada's heart. He was a little afraid of Li Ang. Pallada was a little afraid of this manager who did not cherish a talented player like him.
From the bottom of his heart, he believed that his father was right. This China coach should be kicked out.
However, in this afternoon's training, although the Chinese coach asked the other players to be as strict with him as they were yesterday, Li Ang's tactical arrangement was still with Pallada as the core of the offense. He even paid more attention to Pallada than he did in the past.
This confused Parada again.
He also felt that this coach was not bad.
Therefore, he was a little confused.
How should he put it? Francisco José Pallada was just a young player who was only eighteen years old. He was not bad in nature. To put it more bluntly, he was just a big boy who was spoiled. He was spoiled and spoiled a little too much, so his personality was perverse and overly conceited.
According to the normal journey of life, for Francisco José Pallada, this was the price of growth. It was a bumpy journey forward. He would fall, and then there were two development arrows. One was to get up after falling, learn from the experience and move forward. The other was to fall and fall, and there was no development in the future.
Of course, in Li Ang's memory of the future, this young talented player from Sporting de Gijón was most likely to develop into the latter.
When he got home, Pallada's father, Pallada Sr., immediately came over to hug his son, patted his son on the shoulder, and asked him about his performance at Maleo today. Of course, Pallada Sr. was also very concerned about the Chinese player's situation.
"Son, how was it? That Chinese player was kicked out of the team, right? "Pallada Sr. asked with a hiccup.
"No," Pallada Jr. said.
"What? No?! " Old Palada was immediately enraged. He flattened the can and threw it aside as he asked angrily.
Francisco José Pallada told his father about the situation in the afternoon.
"You mean, that Chinese player appeared at the training ground in the afternoon, arranged the training, and he valued you a lot during the training?" Pallada Sr. asked.
"Yes, Dad." Pallada Jr. nodded.
"Hahaha." Pallada Sr. opened another can of beer, gulped down a big mouthful, wiped his mouth, and shouted proudly, "Ha, that Chinese player, he's scared? He begged for mercy? Haha, he's using this way to show his goodwill to us, son! "
"Dad —" Pallada Jr. wanted to say that Li Ang was still strict with him during the training, even stricter than yesterday.
However, his proud father didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Damn that Chinese guy!" Pallada Sr. shouted proudly, "He must be regretting it now! He's begging for mercy! "
"Dad —"
"Son, don't worry." Pallada Sr. waved his hand and interrupted his son's words, "I won't forgive this bastard! He dared to treat a genius like my son like that! He dared to be rude to me! This Chinese man! Chinese people are so disgusting! "
"Dad, I don't think he's …" Pallada Jr. said.
"Don't worry, son, I won't let him go! It's too late to beg for mercy and show goodwill now! Chinese people shouldn't have anything to do with football. Do they understand football? You know, son, your father is driving away a second-rate coach for Sporting de Gijón! They have to thank me. "
"Dad, I think that if he still values me highly and everything is the same as before, we shouldn't …" Francisco José Parada didn't know why he would say that out of the blue.
Then, he was lectured by his father.
"Shut up, son!" Pallada Sr. said drunkenly, "You have to know, I'm doing this for your own good! Don't be softhearted. Did that Chinese man beg you to forgive him? Did he beg you for mercy? "
Pallada Jr. immediately shook his head. Li Ang's face appeared in his mind, the roaring and serious look on the sidelines. He knew at first glance that he was not someone to be trifled with … He shook his head subconsciously. How could such a person …
The child was completely frightened by Li Ang and had a shadow in his heart.
"Then don't be a fool, son." Pallada Sr. said, "Remember, son, you are a genius! You are the most talented player in Spain! Your future will be as great as Maradona's! You have to be aware of your ability! You have to be strict with this matter! You have to use this matter to put pressure on the team! Let them know that you are angry, let them know that a genius should be valued! "
"Dad, that Chinese man …"
"Why do you care about him? Ignore him! That bastard must get out! This is the price he should pay for offending us father and son! " Pallada Sr. patted his son on the shoulder. "Don't bother about that poor Chinese man. He asked for it. I won't let him go. That bastard must be in a terrible fix now. He must regret offending us! He asked for it! "
"Son, you are a genius!" Mr. Terstegen Quillarette José Pallada patted his genius son on the shoulder. "Son, remember, you have to perform well in tomorrow's game. I have already made an appointment with Real Madrid's scout to watch your game tomorrow! Remember, son, a small team like Sporting de Gijón is not worthy of you. Only a powerhouse like Real Madrid is your stage! "
"Son, you are a genius. You have to know that."
"And I, I am the father of a genius!"
Mr. Terstegen Quillarette Jose Parada looked at his son dotingly and said with a face full of pride.
PS: My body is much better. Tomorrow at 4 pm, it is a must! I will make up for these two days first. Everyone, please forgive me. I hope everyone will support me.
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