Maleo Training Base.
Li Ang held a pre-match meeting in his office.
"For this game, our goal is to win," Li Ang said as soon as he came up.
Fernandez and Paller looked at him in surprise. Didn't he say yesterday that today's game was to grandly showcase Pallada's ability to attract the attention of buyers, and that winning or losing was not important? Why did the goal of the game change now?
"Li, then the original plan …" Fernandez asked.
"The plan we talked about yesterday has not changed." Li Ang said. He looked at the doubtful eyes of the two assistants and said, "Winning and promoting Pallada do not conflict."
Li Ang certainly could not say that it was because he had a magical system. These were the two tasks given by the system.
The explanation he gave was like this. "The two of you, compared to Pallada's outstanding performance in a loss or a draw, and this player's outstanding performance in a win situation, which one will leave a deeper impression and make people value this player more?"
The answer, of course, was the latter.
Fernandez and Paller immediately understood and their eyes lit up.
"However, the difficulty of this has increased a lot," Paller said.
"That's right. So, this is what we are going to discuss in the meeting. Regarding today's game, there are some tactical adjustments." Li Ang said the purpose of his meeting.
Compared to yesterday's tactics, Li Ang emphasized more on defense. In modern football, if you want to win, you must do well in defense. First of all, you must not concede the ball, and then you must find ways to score.
Of course, for a powerhouse like Real Madrid, they just needed to score more goals in the game. At that time, when the strength was strong to a certain extent, the saying that offense was the best defense could be applied. Your fierce offensive could be like a storm and the opponent was hovering between life and death. Naturally, the rear defensive line would be much more stable.
For Sporting de Gijón B team, the second-last team in the Spanish Serie C, they must be more cautious against any opponent.
On the basis of winning the game, on the basis of not conceding the goal as much as possible, and on top of that, they had to bring out the hero Francisco José Parada. The difficulty of the task in this game had more than doubled compared to the beginning.
After Li Ang adjusted the team's tactics, it could be said to be an upgraded version of the tactics formulated yesterday, which was to strengthen the fight in the midfield.
Through the scramble in the midfield, they suppressed the opponent's offense and made it difficult for the opponent to organize an effective attack. This way, they could help the rear defensive line.
"For this match, my primary goal is to win!"
"Win this match!"
Li Ang looked at his players. The players also looked at him. Although they had a good impression of Li Ang, they really couldn't expect such a casual chant to stimulate the players' strong fighting spirit to a large extent.
"This is my fourth day in the team. We're still not familiar with each other." Li Ang suddenly changed the topic.
The players, who thought that the coach would continue to shout slogans and mobilize before the game, looked at their manager in surprise.
"Do you know what left the deepest impression on me is?" Li Ang asked.
The players looked at each other and no one spoke.
"It's your tears. It's your heads that are unwilling to give in." Li Ang said. He looked at the expressions of some of the players and continued, "Yes, you should understand what I'm talking about. Yes, I was very angry that day. Your training attitude made me angry! Yes, I humiliated you in that way because I couldn't think of any other way to vent my anger. "
Li Ang was talking about the miserable results of Sporting de Gijón's B team this season, which he read out in a sarcastic tone.
"What comforts me is that I can see the true self behind your confused eyes."
"It's a heart that is unwilling to admit defeat!"
"No one is willing to accept defeat!"
"No one is willing to keep losing games!"
"No one is willing!"
"A moment of confusion and numbness, just because there is no hope."
"Someone was crying." Li Ang said, "Manuel Pastel, was that you? You were crying a lot at that time. Can you tell me what you were thinking at that time? "
Li Ang called the name of the team's goalkeeper, Pastel. The latter looked up at the coach. His eyes were red. "Coach, I felt terrible. Every goal conceded made me feel terrible! Every goal conceded, every defeat, I felt like a knife was cutting my flesh. I'm a goalkeeper, I … "
Li Ang patted the young goalkeeper on the shoulder and said, "I could feel Pastel's sadness. In this sadness, there was also unwillingness!"
As he spoke, he looked into Pastel's eyes. "Manuel, the team needs you to give your best performance in today's game. The goal needs you to protect. Can you do that?"
The young goalkeeper nodded hard and did not speak. One action was enough. He clenched his fists!
"I saw that some people were glaring at me." Li Ang said, "I'm not angry. On the contrary, I'm very happy. What I saw was the unwillingness in your hearts. I saw that your unyielding fighting spirit was ignited."
Following Li Ang's words, the players raised their heads. They stared at their manager motionlessly. Their chests began to heat up. It was burning!
"Now, what I want to ask is …" Li Ang looked around at everyone. "Your unwillingness at that time, your anger at that time, your grievances, your fighting spirit, was it just to maintain the freshness at that time? The freshness time limit was only one hour? Two hours? Or was there always a fire burning in your hearts? Are you still full of energy now? Are you ready? Are you full of fighting spirit? Can you defeat today's opponent?!
"We can!" No one took the lead. Everyone roared together. Some of the lads shouted at the top of their lungs.
Li Ang's words ignited the fighting spirit in their hearts. It ignited their unwillingness even more.
"Very good." Li Ang smiled. "I believe in you!" He nodded with satisfaction.
Li Ang's simple words and his smile, at this time, in the eyes of these young players, their hearts were inexplicably excited! They only felt that the manager trusted them so much. Their hearts were so excited.
'I believe in you!'
The coach believes in us!
"Next, I'll talk about the things to pay attention to in today's game again."
Li Ang changed the topic again. He was very satisfied that he had ignited everyone's fighting spirit. However, if this group of boys were to play at this time, the overly emotional players would be more likely to cause problems.
Therefore, he explained some of the things to pay attention to again to calm the young players down a little. He was not worried that the fighting spirit he had just ignited would weaken over time because he could see the desire in their hearts and the strength in their hearts from the eyes of these players, from their clenched fists.
Letting them calm down would only strengthen their fighting spirit and their desire to fight. Their hearts would be stronger, and they would be less hot-headed. This would only increase their fighting spirit!
The players listened carefully to the manager's explanation.
"The fight in the midfield is the most important. Pay attention, don't give their players a chance to take the ball comfortably! I mean at all times. This requires you to work harder and run more actively! "
"Javier Blanco." Li Ang called out the name of one of the team's midfielders.
The latter looked up at him.
"You have to be clear-headed and pay attention to the transfer of the ball! When there is a gap, you have to quickly transfer the ball out. This is the time to counterattack! You are the team's metronome! "
I am the metronome!
Javier Blanco nodded vigorously, his eyes shining.
The hurried breathing of the players began to stabilize. Their emotions, which had been stimulated to the point of howling just now, calmed down a little. However, if you paid attention, you could see the look in their eyes. It was a look of determination, a desire to fight, a determination to avenge their previous humiliation.
Francisco José Palada looked at his teammates. He had never seen such a situation from these teammates. He felt that he could even feel the energy emanating from everyone: the energy of unwillingness, the energy of improvement! The energy of battle!
He was also a little excited. However, he did not know if it was because of the conflict with Li Ang, or because he had something on his mind, but Palada felt that he could not keep up with his teammates. The heat and fire in his chest were not as hot as those around him.
He knew it. He felt it.
This feeling made the proud genius a little uncomfortable. He had always looked down on his teammates who had average talent. However, at this moment, he felt a subtle feeling … There was a feeling that he was not as good as these people. The proud him did not like this feeling.
At this time, Li Ang called out Palada's name.
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