Beast King Costa

Chapter 11
The next day, Diego woke up at six o'clock.

Waking up so early was certainly not Diego's own will.

In the Real Ball King Stadium, Caesar looked at the time and felt that Diego had almost finished the devil's special training, so he nodded and said: "Okay! Today's devil's special training will come to an end first. Get up quickly and take advantage of the time." The air outside is good, let’s go out for a few laps.”

"What did you say??? I trained all night, and you didn't let me get a good night's sleep, but now you let me go out for a few laps???"

At that time, Diego, who was slumped on the grass of the Real Ball King Stadium with soreness from being tossed and panted, his eyes were as big as copper bells after listening to Caesar's next arrangement-he couldn't believe it Caesar would make such an unscientific training arrangement.

I saw Diego yelling loudly: "I'll kill you! Caesar, you old bastard, do you really want me to die suddenly? Then inherit my family property of more than 200 euros?!"

"This is the first day of devil training. Are you thinking of sudden death to escape?" Caesar showed a sly smile: "Boy, you have a beautiful idea!"

At this moment, Diego didn't bother to quarrel with Caesar anymore. Diego frowned and complained helplessly: "I've been training all night! That means I haven't slept all night. Not only do you Don't let me sleep for a while, and even ask me to go out for a run, so how can I have energy for training sessions later?"

"Calm down..."

Seeing Diego's nervous look, Caesar finally stopped playing with Diego, and he told Diego the reason why he arranged this way: "In the Real ball king system, even if you accept the devil For your body, the training is in a state of sleep. So, after you wake up, not only will you not feel sore all over your body like now, but you will even feel as full of energy as if you woke up until dawn."

"uh-huh!?"

Diego seemed to feel that Caesar was cheating himself, so he asked tentatively, "You bastard, aren't you fooling me?"

"Why is this world champion trying to trick you?"

Regarding Diego's doubts, Caesar was quite unhappy: "The king of the ball has fooled beautiful women for so many years. I am not interested in spending time on you for a rough guy like you."

"Good, good, believe in you! Believe in you!"

Diego reached out his hand to signal Caesar to stop the topic, but at that time Diego didn't stop complaining in his heart: You are a big fool, and now you say these sanctimonious words, ghosts will believe it!

Maybe Caesar guessed that Diego didn't believe his words at all, so he kicked Diego's ass very deliberately, kicking Diego directly to the ground.

"Oh! You..."

Before Diego could open his mouth to scold "Mom, you're a scum", he found that he had left the Real Ball Stadium and returned to reality.

"call……"

After opening his eyes, Diego immediately lifted the quilt.

However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't even have a drop of sweat all over his body, and even his clothes were dry, which was completely different from the state of sweating profusely after receiving devil training at the Real Ball King Stadium. thing.

Not only that, but Diego can obviously feel that he is indeed full of energy, and he can even feel that his physical strength is more substantial than yesterday. Maybe this is the fruit of his training after being tortured by Caesar last night, right?

"Boy, the king of the ball didn't lie to you!" Before Diego could feel the full strength of his body, Caesar's arrogant voice echoed in Diego's ears again: "The air in the morning is the best, go out for a jog A few laps are good for your mental state throughout the day. Then, I'm off to bed."

"Hey, Caesar, wait!"

Diego is also going to ask Caesar, besides going out for a jog today, what training does he need to do.

As a result, Diego barked several times in a row, but Caesar didn't say a word to him.

"Forget it, I can arrange it myself."

After talking to himself, Diego turned on the TV out of habit - it has to be said that although this small hotel is simple, it is equipped with an LCD TV, which makes Diego, who has the habit of watching the news in the morning, very satisfied.

As soon as the TV was turned on, Sports Portugal was just broadcasting the results of the four games that started at the same time last night.

"The 22nd round of the Portuguese Super League started four games simultaneously at 17:4 yesterday afternoon. Leiria defeated the Portuguese national team 1-[-] in an away game, showing the true qualities of a strong team again!"

"Ferreira defeated Ki Vicente 1-0 at home, and Junio ​​shot a shocking long shot in the 8th minute, which was also the only goal of the game!"

"A wonderful free kick from captain Franco helped Navarre beat Rio Avi 1-0 and overtake them in the standings!"

After the results of the three games were broadcast on Sporting Portugal, Diego just finished washing up and walked out of the toilet.

"Braga, who ranks fourth in the league, sits at the Braga Municipal Stadium and faces Amadora. This match, which was thought to be one-sided, turned out to be a big upset-Braga is only in A Madola scored a point, and Braga was not able to widen the point gap with the opponents behind in the case of the Portuguese national team's losing streak."

"Um???"

Diego couldn’t believe it—Jose Aguas was still bragging to the stunned youths of the B team yesterday, and wanted to show them how his mentor led the team to beat Amadora, and even said that he would win with a guarantee A 4 to 0 or something, the result... not only was it not 4 to 0, but there was only one point left for the three points?
What's going on?
Diego stared at the key scenes of the game edited by the TV station, hoping to find out what was wrong with the game.

"At the beginning of the game, Braga gave up possession of the ball and gave up the initiative of the game to Amadora, continuing the team's defensive counterattack tactics. Amadora was not polite about this. The first 15 minutes of the game In just three minutes, Braga's goal has been threatened three times - if it weren't for the performance of former Porto goalkeeper Paul Santos, perhaps Braga's goal would have been knocked on by the opponent."

"In the 33rd minute, Braga's goal was still lost. Amadora midfielder Andy Barreto dribbled the ball from the center, throwing off Andres Madrid's press, and Paul Jorge and the veteran Before Nim's replacement came up, he completed a burst shot and went straight to the dead corner of Braga's goal!"

"Hey……"

Seeing this, Diego shook his head helplessly.

As a hardcore fan, Diego fully understands a truth: under a long attack, there must be a flaw!
Even if Braga's defense can be said to be one of the best teams in the Portuguese Super League apart from the three giants, but no matter how good the defense is, it is impossible to withstand the opponent's storm every time Like an offense, right?
Therefore, Diego really doesn't understand, why is the old coach Jesualdo Ferreira so obsessed with defensive counterattacks?Judging from the gap between the two sides in the standings, Braga can play more openly.

"In the 52nd minute of the second half, Braga's leading striker, João Tomás, rode through the barrier alone. He passed three people in a row with the ball. After entering the penalty area of ​​Amadora, facing the attacking goalkeeper, he calmly pushed the dead corner to score and tied the score. Afterwards, Braga began to exert force on the offensive end and gradually took the initiative on the field. Such a change quickly yielded results. In the 1th minute of the game, Wende broke through from the left side to the penalty area with the ball, causing Amadora player Bruno Valli for a tactical foul - he was sent off straight away for being the last defender."

Diego was even more stunned by this: "Hmm, there is still a half-hour numerical advantage? Didn't even win the game?"

"In the next 30 minutes of the game, Braga bombarded Amadola's penalty area, but did not score a goal. Post-match statistics showed that in the last 30 minutes of the game, Braga completed He took 12 shots, only 2 of which hit the goal frame. It can be said that with the numerical advantage, Braga did not pose much threat to the Amadora goalkeeper. The final score was fixed at 1-1! "

After the announcer finished his report, Sporting CP also deliberately broadcast a clip of Braga bombarding Amadola's goal in the last 30 minutes.

After watching the roughly 2-minute clip, Diego finally stopped being confused.

Although Braga bombarded for more than 30 minutes, most of the time the high ball was directly hit from the wing and found the head of Joao Thomas in the penalty area.

When Amadora played one less player and deliberately recovered the defensive formation, in addition to the goalkeeper, there were at least three defensive players in the penalty area for "air defense operations".

In the case of one against three, it is very difficult for Joao Thomas to even fight for the first point, let alone complete the header or even break the goal?

The most important thing is that this simple and crude tactic of kicking the ball high from the side and finding the top of the center is no longer effective, and the old coach Jesúaldo Ferreira will not change his mind and think of other ways.In this way, Joao Thomas competed for the high ball in the penalty area for more than 30 minutes.

Regarding this, Diego mused to himself thoughtfully: "It seems that Caesar is really right! The old coach Jesúaldo Ferreira's tactical design on the offensive end is really good enough!"

(End of this chapter)