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Chapter 296 More Mature
Correa's provocative method is indeed very effective, even if he knows what the other party is planning, but Alsace has no reason to refuse.

On the one hand, no matter whether he really has confidence in his team or not, in front of the mortal enemy of the Derby, nothing can be weak. This cowardice is absolutely unacceptable.

On the other hand, as Correa said, even if Villarreal loses the game in the end, he loses the bet and has nothing to lose.It's just one less chance to watch a good show.To be honest, he just couldn't get used to some of Correa's practices, and would sneer a few words whenever he had the chance, but he wasn't really interested in him eating some kind of excrement.

So Alsace was silent.After a few seconds, he nodded in agreement, but raised a question: "In addition to the original bet, it is not out of the question to place another bet. But if you lose, you win. If I win, can you pay What?"

Correa was overjoyed, and thought that Alsace was finally in the game. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he was able to regain his previous disadvantage and offset that disgusting bet. This is killing two birds with one stone.

Although he sneered at Alsace's saying that if he loses, he wins, but he was afraid that the other party would change his mind temporarily, so Correa thought for a while and replied: "In this way, if I lose again, the punishment will be increased. Originally Publicly admitting in the media that I am not as professional as you are, and I will also apologize in the newspapers for my previous inappropriate remarks against Villarreal. And, that thing, I... I will eat two servings! "

Alsace opened his mouth, and was shocked by Correa's statement that he should eat two servings of excrement. After thinking about it, he didn't care much before, and nodded happily.

"Then it's settled."

Correa had a confident smile on his face.eat shit?Apologize?Think beautifully!This bet, he won!It is impossible for Valencia to lose, a country bumpkin, always a country bumpkin!
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On the field, the home team players surrounded the referee, explaining and begging at the same time, trying to change the referee's decision to award a penalty kick.

This is destined to be futile, the referee's hand is still firmly pointing to the penalty spot, and Mawuba is also shown a yellow card.

Ma Wuba acted as if he had never heard of it, but just stood there blankly, with complex emotions of bewilderment, guilt, and loss on his face.

He just wants to work hard, wants to prove that he is capable of helping the team, can not hold back the team, and tries his best to seize the opportunity to start this time to perform, but how did things turn out like this? What is it like now?

He kicked the opponent down and gave the opponent a penalty kick, and this penalty kick will bring a huge disaster to the team. Maybe this ball will cause the team to lose the game and lose the chance to return to the top four in the league. hope!
Ma Wuba didn't notice that the crystals in his eyes had already started to flicker, he grabbed his hair with a painful expression on his face.

A hand climbed onto his shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw the young man with a cold face all the time looking at him with piercing eyes.

It should be said that Ma Wuba has a lot of fear for this "legendary boy" in the team, but at this moment, he actually has a sense of expectation that his opponent will reprimand him severely, and even beat him up , he felt that only in this way could he ease his guilt.

"Fan..."

Mawuba's voice seemed to be crying.

But to his surprise, Fan Bizhuang's rage did not appear as he imagined. Fan Bizhuang just patted him on the shoulder lightly, and then his tone was as cold as ever.

"Don't be dazed, Leo, get ready and let's go."

Ma Wuba wanted to cry even more. Sure enough, Fan Bizhuang's perception of him was getting worse and worse. Although he didn't reprimand him, he bluntly said that he wanted to end himself.

But he quickly realized that even if Fan Bizhuang was an important figure in the team, he was not qualified to let his teammates leave the field.He looked at the sidelines, heaved a sigh of relief, but felt full of loss.It seemed that Fan Bizhuang didn't teach him a lesson, and he was a little disappointed.

Off the field, the assistant coach stood there with Josico and Rossi, and the fourth official also raised the electronic card for the substitution, with his number on it.

It was the coach who made the substitution, not Fan Bizhuang who wanted to kick him out.

But this result has no essential difference for him. Whether it is the core of the team who is unhappy with him, or the head coach is dissatisfied with him, either of these two is enough for him to play in the team's future. The days turned gray.

Mawuba was ready to leave the field dejectedly.

"Leo."

A voice came from behind, it was Fan Bizhuang.Ma Wuba turned his head and saw that the other party nodded at him.

"Don't take it too seriously, we can all feel your hard work and persistence. We are a team, we fight for glory together, we endure pain together, don't forget, we are teammates. Don't worry, the game is not over yet , we will not necessarily lose! We will work hard, and work hard together with your share."

Ma Wuba finally felt the traces of moisture on his face. He wanted to say something, but Fan Bizhuang had already turned around and waved his hands, and gradually ran away.

The visiting team is preparing to take a penalty kick, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the home team has also completed substitution adjustments.

Josico and Rossi came on and replaced Mavuba, who was underperforming, and Nihat, who had physical problems.This can be regarded as a match-up substitution, but the young Rossi is more impactful, and Hosico's performance on the defensive end is also very stable, one main defense, one main attack, when the opponent gets a penalty kick, Villa Real has sounded the onslaught signal.

The players don't accept the result of losing to their rivals at home, and neither do the coaches!
After stabilizing the midfield defense, they are bound to give it a go!
"sorry sir."

Mawuba, who was walking off the field, said in a low voice when he passed by Pellegrini.He originally thought that the head coach would not give him a good face, but he didn't expect Pellegrini to take the initiative to stretch his hand in front of him.

"Don't take it to heart, Leo, you've tried hard enough, this penalty is not entirely your responsibility. I think, given you enough time to adapt, you will do better."

Ma Wuba raised his head, his eyes were red.His teammates didn't blame him, Fan Bizhuang even encouraged him and relieved him. Even the head coach still expressed his trust in him in these words.

Ma Wuba suddenly had a warm feeling. This feeling of being trusted by others made him finally convinced that it was really the right thing for him to come here. This is a big warm family where everyone cares for each other. Supporting each other and encouraging each other, his heart trembled slightly. He felt that only through continuous efforts could he be worthy of the trust of the big guys.

"I...I will work hard." Mawuba nodded firmly.

Pellegrini nodded, then suddenly asked, "What did Fan tell you?"

Ma Wuba was stunned for a moment, and then told him exactly what Fan Bizhuang said to him when he was about to leave the stage.

Pellegrini waved and Mavuba returned to the bench.

Assistant coach Mr. Ruben sighed beside him: "Time is really a magical thing. It can make a person learn more and understand more. Sir, I now understand why you had the confidence to establish Fan as a Substitute captain, your vision is really good, he is a little guy with real leadership potential."

"Yeah, his growth surprised me. Fan, he has become more and more mature..."

Pellegrini looked at the boy wearing the No. 23 jersey on the court, and he felt indescribably gratified and satisfied.

"By the way, Fan's performance today is very average. He is too restricted by the opponent. Sir, do you need to adjust it? Mathias is very flexible. Maybe he can bring some fresh changes to the team. .” Mr. Ruben spoke again.

Pellegrini looked at Fernandez who sat back on the bench after warming up, turned around, and shook his head straight away, "A really great player, he may not be able to play well in every game, but in When the team needs him the most, he will definitely step forward. If even such a little pressure can't bear it, then Fan's achievements will come to an end. I believe he will give a satisfactory answer. "

The words are firm and the voice is confident, showing his fancy and endless expectations for Fan Bizhuang.

For Pellegrini, he is not sure whether Fan Bizhuang will have a stunning performance in this game, but every player has his own meaning on the court.For some unique players, their meaning of existence is even more influential.

Maybe Fernandez can bring some good direction changes to the team after he plays, but in terms of impact on the team, ten Fernandez are not as good as the former. With Fan Bizhuang on the court, it is not just players and fans Feeling at ease, even he is more confident and confident.

This is the confidence that the superstar brings to the team on the spiritual level.Fan Bizhuang is not a superstar now, but in this city, he is no worse than any superstar!
Mr. Reuben understood what his immediate boss meant, nodded and stopped talking.

On the bench, Fernandez, who sat back again, patted the seat with an unhappy face, and complained: "Why don't you replace me, I am confident that I can do better than that guy, really, Mr. Manuel is It's not that he's being cronyistic, he should actually give others more opportunities..."

Ma Wuba, who had just walked back to the bench, just heard these words, and his face immediately changed, almost revealing a ferocious movement of gnashing his teeth.

"If you dare to question Fan again, Mathias, believe me, I know you, my fist doesn't know you."

Fernandez opened his eyes wide in surprise, seeing that Mawuba's vicious look didn't look like a joke, he rolled his eyes helplessly, then turned his head and stopped talking.

He couldn't figure it out, why was everyone turning towards that guy?That's all for others, why do the few players who joined the team with me at the same time have such an attitude?

Does that guy really have such a great charisma?Damn, why can't I feel it?

Fernandez, who was confused, suddenly felt like beeping the dog...

(End of this chapter)