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Chapter 339 Fernandez fell into the pit!
Pellegrini does not intend to give up this game, even if the opponent is a powerful Barcelona, ​​he really wants to win.

As an ambitious and excellent head coach, the "bad habit" of timidity before fighting did not appear on him. Although sometimes due to various reasons, he has appropriate reservations, but that is only strategic If possible, he doesn't want to give up any game. No matter who the opponent is, he wants himself, and his team, to persevere to the end.

He does have the confidence to fight against any opponent. After two games against Real Madrid this season, he has fully realized the potential of the team. Perhaps in terms of hard power, Villarreal is not as good as Real Madrid. Wealthy, but football is round is not empty talk, as long as the tactics are right, as long as the will is firm, there is always hope of grabbing points-the two games against Real Madrid, one win and one draw are proof.

They can have the upper hand in the confrontation with Real Madrid, so why can't they also have the upper hand in the game against Barcelona?
If you just look at the current league standings, Real Madrid is one place higher than Barcelona. They can fight hard at the top, and it makes no sense to be afraid of the second-ranked team.

Of course, how to resist and how to fight requires careful study.

Barcelona are very strong, very strong, and their strength is based on their consistent delivery style for decades, which creates a big problem for his opponents.

If it is a defensive counterattack, then Barcelona's short pass penetration is just the nemesis of the bus tactics. They always have a way to tear the opponent's defense through fast and accurate continuous passes.

But if it is to attack and stop the attack, this is also what Barcelona likes to see. The offensive firepower of the Catalan team is unique in the entire European football. A team that can fight against them without losing , It can be said that there are very few, even Real Madrid, the current leader of La Liga, played against Barcelona with fewer wins and more losses.Although Villarreal's offensive firepower is also very good, it is estimated that even Real Madrid can't handle it, let alone Barcelona.

Neither is the offense, nor is the defensive counterattack. After much deliberation, the orthodox path will not work, and Pellegrini can only work on other aspects.

As for which aspects to work on, Pellegrini only has a tentative prototype in his mind, which has not yet been fully determined. This is why the team was asked to compete in groups in the morning.

He wants to experiment with the tactical play he has carefully laid out for the next round.

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"Although there are few group matches in the morning, the interest of the big guys is still very high. Looking at these vigorous young people, I really feel that we are all old."

It was assistant coach Mr. Ruben who was speaking, holding a notebook and standing beside Pellegrini.In this confrontation match, an assistant coach named Nite acted as a temporary referee, and Mr. Ruben was responsible for passing on the instructions of the head coach and recording the performance of the players during the game.

He complained with some emotion, which caused Pellegrini to chuckle: "If you are a player, you are indeed very old at this age, but if you are a coach, you are still very young. Ruben, don't look I have silver hair, but I always feel that I am still a young and vigorous young commander. You are younger than me, if you are old, what am I?"

Pellegrini seldom has such humor, at least not often during training, so Mr. Ruben was stunned for a while, then patted his mouth with his hand with a wry smile: "Okay Well, sir, I admit that I was wrong, you are very young, very young..."

"Maybe it's because I've been with that brat Fan for a long time, and my face has naturally become a bit unusual." Pellegrini chuckled again, "However, it really feels good to hear compliments... Ruben, in the future Say more like this."

"..." Mr. Ruben blinked, his face was dull, and he was quite speechless.

Pellegrini smiled happily and patted him on the shoulder: "Just kidding, don't be distracted, and watch the game carefully."

Mr. Ruben nodded subconsciously. At this time, the football rolled in front of the two. It turned out to be a foul ball. The green team made a big clearance in the backcourt, and the football rolled out of the boundary.

Senna ran over, picked up the football, made a good posture, and was about to throw the football.

"Wait a minute, Marcus."

Because it is not a formal game, such interruptions at any time often happen on the sidelines. Once the head coach has new ideas, he will immediately make adjustments.

This is the purpose of the team competition. To put it bluntly, it is still for training.

Senna looked at the coach, and Pellegrini whispered something to Mr. Ruben beside him. The latter motioned him to put down the football, and then waved to the distance.

"Fan!"

Fan Bizhuang ran over from the front of the penalty area in doubt.

"You throw the ball."

Mr. Ruben ordered, and at the same time called Fran, Thomason, including central defender Godin, Gonzalo and others to the front, whispered a few words, and several people scattered and ran towards the penalty area.

"I remember you have a unique skill of throwing a throw-in, using your best strength, throwing the ball into the penalty area. It's like kicking a corner kick, high, fast and... far!"

Fan Bizhuang understood that Coach Ganqing let himself use the "powerful grenade", and let Fran and others run into the penalty area just to wait for an opportunity.

"Dahl's characteristic is that he is good at finding opportunities and grasping them. No wonder Mr. Dahl puts him on a red vest. His physical fitness may not be enough to last the whole game, but once an opportunity arises, he is likely to be able to seize it!"

When you think about it, this is also a sharp weapon for scoring in the game.Playing against a super team like Barcelona, ​​there will definitely not be too many chances to score, or even create too many scoring opportunities, so at this time, you have to think of other ways.

Set kicks are a good way to score, but the "meal card combination" is in the limelight at the near end, and Barcelona will definitely try their best to guard against it.Throwing the ball vigorously and turning it into a corner kick is more or less unexpected. If it is used well, it may not be impossible to achieve miracles.

"No problem, sir. Just watch!"

Fan Bizhuang, who fully understood the head coach's intentions, patted his chest with confidence.

The rapid exchange of several people on the sidelines seemed a little inexplicable to the eyes of other green team players.

"Why did the head coach stop the game? It was just a throw-in. Could it be possible to play well?"

Fernandez's expression was a little aggrieved. He had always wanted to fight for the main position, but he was still wearing a green vest until now.In addition to having a bet with Fan Bizhuang, in the last few games, he yelled "I'm an idiot" to the camera every time

, no matter how thick-skinned he is, it’s a little embarrassing, so in daily training, he performed extraordinarily hard, hoping to impress the head coach and give him more playing time-as long as he plays more time, it’s hard to be afraid that he won’t perform chance?
Heh heh, as long as he behaves well, then the guy standing in front of the camera pointing at his balls and yelling "I'm an idiot", hehe, he has to be replaced.Thinking of his king doing such an embarrassing thing in such a shameful way, he felt a little happy.

Of course, most of this is his fantasies, but the reality is, he is wearing a green vest, and he is still a member of the bench.

The head coach called Fan Bizhuang to him and told him carefully. No matter how he looked at it, Fernandez felt that the coach was too biased, so he felt a little dissatisfied.

Rossi, who was also wearing a green vest, glanced at him and responded: "It is very common to stop the game on the training ground. If you do this, there must be a reason for him. Mathias, I think you need to be more rational You have to look at your teammates, look at Van."

"Maybe." Fernandez insisted on his point of view. "Anyway, I just think that there is no good idea for a throw-in. Just throw it away and everything will be fine."

"Ha, do you really think so? But I have a different opinion from you." Nehat suddenly interjected with a smile, his face full of sarcasm and provocation, "Why don't we make a bet that if the outside world If you really play well with the ball, even if you lose. Don’t worry, I’m not as disgusting as that guy Fan. If you lose, just treat us to a big meal. How about it, Matthias, do you dare to bet?”

Nihat's sarcasm and provocative expression was naturally seen by Fernandez, and he couldn't bear the stimulation, and he poked his neck: "Bet, bet, whoever is afraid of who! I say I can't play, but I can't play, I will win." Already!"

Nihat secretly delighted in his heart, deliberately provoking the other party, this kid really took the bait, this is really a broken picture.

Who doesn't know the old players, Fan Bizhuang has a unique skill of throwing the ball with a strong hand, that guy's arm strength can directly throw the foul ball as a corner kick!

"I'm talking about a big meal, it's a month, not a day!" Nihat said with a smile, like the wolf grandma who tricked Little Red Riding Hood into a fool.

"One month is one month, I still say that, I will not lose!" Fernandez's response was decisive.

"Ha, I appreciate your violent temper. Boy, just look at it!"

Nihat laughed, and some old players around looked at him sympathetically. Rossi wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He could only follow the crowd and give Fernandez a sympathetic look.

Fernandez had a premonition in his heart that he had been duped, but he couldn't figure out where the problem was, so he just pretended to be a big guy to save face.

Then... Fernandez was dumbfounded.

He saw a white light flying straight into the restricted area in a parabolic shape, at a fast and urgent speed.

"How... how could it be possible to throw it so far, this... this is unscientific! Are you a corner kick?"

Fernandez opened his mouth in disbelief, but the football would not stop because of his amazement. In the blink of an eye, the football landed near the penalty spot in the penalty area.

And Fran seemed to have expected it, and appeared there like a ghost. When he knocked the ball with his feet, the football slid to the back point. Thomasson, who followed up, shoveled the football into the goal. .

This goal was completed in the blink of an eye, so fast that people were caught off guard.

Fernandez seemed to hear the voice of his own heartbreak, and he had the urge to cry without tears. He knew that he seemed to have fallen into the pit dug for him by his teammates again. Uh, it can’t be said that he fell, because it was himself. Willing to jump in.

(End of this chapter)