Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

boom!
The teacup shattered to the ground, and the tea splashed everywhere.

Ponte opened the La Liga standings, looked at Sevilla, who came from behind and ranked fourth, and said angrily: "This is how you repay the trust of the board of directors?"

Gayego stood aside, his face livid, and he argued: "It's not like you don't know the strength of Barcelona, ​​how could you beat it?"

"Then can't we guarantee a draw?"

"No, they are too strong to keep!"

"What about the time against Eval? They are a relegation team!"

"I'm not very familiar with the players yet, I just took over the team!"

"What about Wu Lei? He is the core player in the team, why not let him start? What do you think?"

Gayego thought for a while and said, "I'm not here to protect him?"

"enough!"

Ponte interrupted his sophistry and said coldly: "As I said, the patience of the board of directors has a limit. If you fail to win the next Europa League game, your coaching journey will come to an end here." Already!"

"Chairman!"

Gallego's cry did not make Ponte, who had already left, change his mind.

Gayego, who became more and more angry, kicked the seat hard.

He limped out of the conference room in pain.

On October 24th, Gayego, who had a last stand, finally gave up his most beloved 433 style of play.

Put out. Well, 541 formation.

His idea is also very simple, be safe, at least keep one point.

Even if you don't win, at least you have the capital to negotiate with the board of directors.

It's even better if you win.

Sitting at home, ranked first in the group, but placed a bus, and the 541 in the 1 formation was actually Embaba!

Wu Lei, Ferreal, and Vargaston all sat on the bench.

The fans who just sat down regretted it instantly. If they had known, they would have refunded their tickets and would not have come to watch the game.

Wolfsberger in the away game put on a 433 offensive formation. Anyway, their hope of qualifying is very slim, so they might as well give it a go.

It's just that the coach, who is nearly fifty years old, is obviously a little unhappy.

He didn't see the young coach in the first match, and he agreed to invite him to play, alas, forget it.

He has more or less paid attention to the news about the Spaniard, and he understands the young man's difficulties, so he doesn't care about it.

The game starts soon.

This time, Chen Feng did not choose to watch the live broadcast of the game on the computer, but came to the stands to watch the game.

And beside him, sat a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

According to the man's self-introduction, he is a high-level personnel from Valencia, Xin Tehai.

The intention is obvious, Valencia's record is not good recently, they intend to invite Chen Feng, the famous La Liga young coach to coach the Bat Corps.

However, Chen Feng never let go of his promise, saying that he was thinking about it.

And Xin Tehai, who had been waiting for no results, decided to take the initiative and invited Chen Feng to meet. Chen Feng also agreed, but the meeting place was set at the Pratt Stadium.

But Xin Tehai didn't mind either.

He didn't directly cut into the topic, but looked at the generals on the Spaniard's bench, and asked in confusion: "I don't understand what Gallego is thinking, why put the core players on the bench?"

Chen Feng laughed and said, "It's not that damned vanity that is at work!"

Xin Tehai was puzzled.

Chen Feng said directly: "Gayago wants to prove that his coaching ability is not weaker than mine, or stronger than mine!"

"Therefore, all the players who are reused by me, such as Wu Lei, Vargas and others, will not be reused by him, and they will be directly assigned to the bench."

"He vigorously promotes the fringe players. While gaining the favor of the players, he wants to prove to the world: You see, I can win with these fringe players. Am I better than Chen Feng?"

"It's just a pity that his wishful thinking was misplaced!"

"The Spaniard's overall strength is not strong. In fact, he relies on a few people to support him. If he doesn't use those people, the team's performance will naturally not be good!"

"If he can let go of the so-called face, he will coach well and seriously."

"I think, in the match against Eval, you will never lose!"

Xin Tehai suddenly realized.

Then, he cut directly to the topic, "Mr. Chen, come to Valencia. In Valencia, you are the absolute coach. We will never interfere with the locker room!"

Chen Feng didn't answer in a hurry, but asked back, "Then about the transfer, can the coach decide?"

"this."

Xin Tehai hesitated for a moment, and said: "I still need to ask the board of directors for instructions, but you can go to the Waren base with me to visit first, I believe that you will not be disappointed."

"Then don't worry, let's watch this game first."

"it is good."

Although Xin Tehai was very anxious, he patiently accompanied Chen Feng to watch the game.

At the end of the first half, the two sides scored a goalless draw.

However, judging from the situation in the first half of the game, the Spaniard's side can't say a word, it can only be horrible.

As the home team, the Spaniard, who is obviously much stronger, didn't even take a shot in the entire 45 minutes!
Throughout the whole process, Wolfsberg rubbed against the ground.

Stunningly, Wolfsberg made 12 shots and 6 shots on goal!
Had it not been for Olazabal's bravery, the Spaniard would have been defeated long ago.

"Hush! Why are you kicking! Go down!"

"get out of class is over! Gayego is over, don't compare, get out!"

"It won't work for you as a player, what else do you compare to, get out of class quickly!"

"Feng! We want Feng!"

Faced with the dissatisfaction of the fans, Gallego chose to be strategically deaf.

It was Xin Tehai who said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be so popular among the fans? I want to ask Mr. Chen how he thinks about this game?"

Chen Feng watched calmly as Embaba wasted the one-handed goal that the Spaniard had finally won.

Seriously said: "Spanish, will lose!"

"what?"

Xin Tehai was dumbfounded. Judging from the situation on the court, even if the Spaniard lacked offense, he could defend well.

Worst of all, if you can get a draw anyway, how can you lose?

He didn't understand a truth that Chen Feng had always believed in: wasting opportunities will definitely be fucked!
Sure enough, at 92 minutes, Wolfsberg's counterattack directly shattered Gallego's dream of continuing to coach the Spaniard!
A very simple bottom pass, a very simple header, a very simple supplementary shot to score!

Spaniards, fall short!

If it is said that Embaba's single-handed goal scored, the Spaniard's worst loss would be a draw.

If you want to blame, blame Gayego for not knowing people.

At the end of the game, the Spaniard ushered in a three-game losing streak in all competitions.

In the conference room, Ponte was about to communicate with the board of directors about the new coach, when the assistant ran in in a panic.

"Chairman, Xin Tehai is here!"

"What? Where is he?"

The assistant hesitated and said: "He is in the base, with Chen Feng."

"This dog!"

"You don't want to poach the wall, no, take me there quickly!"

"Yes!"

Ponte didn't even bother to communicate with the board of directors. Under the leadership of his assistant, he hurried to the teaching assistant's dormitory.