Li Ang was not here to celebrate the goal.
"Guys! Listen to me! "Li Ang said," Now is not the time to celebrate. "
Hearing him say this, the excited Sporting de Gijón players were puzzled – why was it not the time to celebrate?
The first half was about to end, and they were able to equalize the score before the end of the half and enter the halftime interval with a tie. Should they not celebrate?
Li Ang motioned for the players to gather around. He stood in the middle and lowered his voice, but his voice was still strong. "The first half of the game is about to end, but it's not over yet, is it?" He pointed to the watch on his wrist and said, "There are still three or four minutes left!"
There were still three or four minutes left. Everyone knew that, but what did that mean?
"In these three or four minutes, I want you to put pressure on their goal and launch a fierce attack! Try to score a goal! "Li Ang said.
Put pressure on them and attack?!
Attack fiercely!
There were still three or four minutes left before the first half of the game was about to end. Attack fiercely now?
The players were a little surprised and did not understand.
Feeling the surprise from the players, Li Ang quickly explained to them, "Orléans definitely did not expect us to put pressure on them and attack at this time. They must think that we will still use the conservative tactics that we have been using all along! They must be thinking that the first half of the game is about to end. They must think that the score of the first half of the game is 1-1! "
"This is our chance! Attack! Attack fiercely! Catch them off guard! Perhaps, the goal is waiting for you not far ahead!! "Li Ang growled.
The players were stunned at first, but then they reacted. The coach was really bold. However, it sounded very powerful. It felt like it was the case. It might really catch the opponent off guard.
They looked at their coach with shining eyes.
Even Pallada, who was not interested in Li Ang, looked at Li Ang with surprise and inexplicable excitement. Pallada, who was stimulated by the goal, was eager to continue to contribute.
"Son, this goal is great!" Outside the field, Parada's father, Mr. Terstegen Quillarette Jose Parada, was extremely excited. His body seemed to be trembling. He did not have much hope, but he did not expect his son to suddenly make such a shocking long shot!
A very beautiful world wave kick!
The ball was like the beautiful sunshine, dispelling the haze in Mr. Terstegen Quaalegte José Parada's heart.
As expected of my son. My son is a genius, the son of a genius.
In the eyes of Terstegen Quarette José Parada, this was, of course, his son's genius performance. He did not see the contribution of Sporting de Gijón's B team manager.
"What a beautiful kick!" Real Madrid's scout, Mr. Alberto Constancia Solat, also laughed. He smiled at Mr. Terstegen Quarette José Parada again. "You have a genius son."
Mr. Terstegen Quarette José Parada was very happy. He was beside himself with joy and did not forget the change in expression of the scout. He said, "Mr. Alberto Constancia Solat, are we still watching the game?"
"Of course." Mr. Alberta Constancia Solat didn't feel embarrassed at all. He glanced at Mr. Palada and said, "What I meant was, let's go for a drink during the half-time break!"
"Haha, let's go and have a drink!" Mr. Terstegen Quillarette Jose Parada laughed loudly, feeling pleased with himself.
At this time, the referee had to stop the Sporting de Gijón's players from celebrating. The group of players was still there. Why were they not kicking off in the center circle?
"Okay, lads, you can end the celebration. Get ready to kick off," the referee shouted.
Li Ang, who was surrounded by the players, said, "Go, just do as I say!" He made a fist gesture.
Sporting de Gijón's players were all in high spirits and spread out.
Then … the referee saw that after the Sporting de Gijón players on the field spread out, a creature that should not be on the field appeared.
"Sporting de Gijón's coach, why are you here?" The referee asked sternly. When did this guy come in?
"Yeah, why am I here?" A certain someone played dumb.
The referee's face darkened.
"Sorry, sorry, I was a little excited, a little excited." Li Ang waved at the referee and ran to the technical area on the sidelines like a rabbit. He ran very fast.
The referee gritted his teeth and finally showed mercy. This was Sporting de Gijón's home ground. He had to give them some face.
"Don't do it again!" The referee shouted at a certain someone's back.
Li Ang had already run to the sidelines and cupped his hands apologetically to the referee. The referee snorted and ignored the guy.
"What did that guy run in for?" Orléans' assistant coach, Idel Tagliaventura, saw the scene and asked in surprise.
"Country bumpkin!" The Orléans manager snorted. Obviously, he thought that the other side rushed into the field excitedly to celebrate after the goal! It was just a goal. Was he that excited? He was indeed a country bumpkin from the football desert of China.
Of course, the manager was unhappy. If the first half of the game ended with a score of 1-0, it would have been great. He could have gone into the halftime break happily. Now that the opponent had equalized the score, he was depressed.
Mr. Garillo del Pelisidro had no idea that Sporting de Gijón's Chinese counterpart had entered the field to formulate a strategy to give them a thunderbolt.
"Hahaha, your coach, hahaha." In the stands, the chairman of the Orléans club, Mr. Andrus Pic Romaginhos, laughed and said sarcastically, "This is the Chinese man? Interesting! Interesting! Hahaha, sorry, I didn't mean to. Hahaha, how long has it been since you scored? So excited! Hahaha! "
Mr. Andros Pique Romaginhos seemed to find joy in the scene and a reason to make a dig at the president of Sporting de Gijón next to him. The gloominess caused by the goal loss seemed to have dissipated.
You f * cking said you didn't mean to!!!!
"Hmph." Manuel Arango snorted and ignored him.
But the other side would not let him go so easily.
"You actually invited a Chinese man to coach, tsk tsk." Mr. Andrus Pic Romaginhos, the chairman of the Orléans club, shook his head and clicked his tongue. "No wonder your results are so bad …"
Old Arango's eyes were burning with anger, but he did not speak.
"By the way, I heard that your finances are not very good. No wonder, Chinese people's salaries are very low." The chairman of the Orléans club continued to mock.
Bastard!
Old Arango breathed heavily. He could not help but say, "This Chinese man will give you a very unforgettable experience!"
"Hahaha, you mean this Chinese man? Give me an unforgettable experience? Hahaha. " Mr. Andrews Pico-Romaginhos stood up, clutching his stomach and laughing uncontrollably. "Him? Hahaha, I'll wait, I'll wait, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. "
F * ck you!
Old Arango was so angry that he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and beat up the bastard next to him.
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