atypical center forward

Chapter 61 Is 500 Enough?
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the offensive routines of the two teams are actually very monotonous, and the reliance on the two center forwards and the two attacking midfielders is a bit too much. Experts from all walks of life have long analyzed the importance of multi-point development for the two coaches on their columns or social networking sites.

Barcelona's head coach Pestani left after halftime, which disappointed the young players who were holding back their energy and wanted to show their talents. Although we know that Pestani mainly came to see Thayer and Iker, which supporting role has never dreamed of being the protagonist.

Castro is probably the only one in the locker room who is happy about Pustani’s departure. As a representative of a late bloomer, he started as a role player in the Barcelona youth team. How much pressure will it cause them.

"I have to say," Castro, who is only 39 years old this year, leaned lazily by the door and looked at his disciples, "You played badly in the first half. Cesc and the Chinese made you all stupid."

Some people bowed their heads in shame, some turned their faces away in disbelief, and of course some people didn't care.

"Including you, Angel and Iker." Castro did not let go of the two best players in the first half. "Angel missed at least four goals. If you don't dance like a clown in the penalty area but shoot directly. As for Iker, oh, sorry, I can only say that if I was on the field instead, I could send five assists."

Iker and Thayer, who originally thought that "it's all my teammates that got me down", suddenly froze. They didn't dare to say "you do what you want" to this old guy who has just retired for three years, because they would be taught to be human.

Castro ignored the ugly faces of the two, but continued: "You must think that I will ask you to strengthen your defense and keep an eye on that Chinese."

The silent players raised their heads, and a guard couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it?"

Castro looked at him like an idiot, and said, "Of course not, didn't I ask for it in the first half? Didn't you do it? But in fact, you can't keep him."

"He's a genius and you're not, so... just leave it to your fate, lads."

Castro patted his ass and left after playing with his personality, and the remaining assistant coach who wanted to cry without tears pulled the tactical board to wipe his ass.

Although they knew it was the most naive aggressive method, the young players of La Masia were still red-eyed.

Just being ignored by the head coach of the first team, even the head coach of the B team thinks he is an idiot, can this be tolerated?

Chu Yang felt the change in Barcelona at the beginning of the second half.

The arrogance of "I am Barcelona and I am proud" disappeared, and the defense was ruthless and dirty, which can make people sick to death.

He can only take the ball as little as possible, constantly running without the ball and making space for his teammates, fully displaying the characteristics of the fox in the penalty area. He doesn't know that there is also a fox who is not too old on the Barcelona coaching bench to observe him with interest.

"What will you do, Chinese?"

The assistant coach heard Castro's muttering, threw the folder aside and asked, "Are you interested in him?"

Castro took it for granted: "Of course, all the coaches in the second division will be interested in him."

"I thought it didn't include you," the assistant coach shrugged, "because you already have Angel."

"Yeah, I already have one Angel, but I want ten more, is there a problem?"

"Oh!" The assistant coach seemed to have heard something incredible, "So you think he and Angel are on the same level?"

As one of the witnesses of Thayer's journey, he knows better than anyone else how terrifying Thayer's talent is, but Castro actually compared Chu Yang with Thayer. The assistant coach felt that this was simply the biggest joke of the year.

He didn't think that Chu Yang's scoring rate in West Second Division was as high as his match. If the teammates around Saye were replaced by the guys from the first team, God didn't know what terrible chemical reaction would happen.

And what about Chu Yang?In Deportivo, he was forced to sit on the bench by a second-rate striker for half a year, and he dared not fart.

Castro shook his head with a smile, and said softly: "If I were Mr. Pustani, I would immediately find Magill's fat pig, and dig this Chinese man to Barcelona at all costs."

"You are joking?"

"A joke?" Castro said, "If I were to teach him, it would only take two years for us to harvest a Fontaine."

The assistant coach fell silent.

First he put Chu Yang and Sai Ye on the same level, and now he uses Fontaine as an analogy. He didn't know how optimistic the young head coach beside him was about Chu Yang.

Chu Yang quickly proved that the vision of the opponent's head coach was still very reliable.

The method he proved was a ground-breaking super heavy artillery.

This time the opportunity came from the right.

Valencia's right midfielder Garcia ate his opponent with speed, and passed a mediocre cross near the baseline. Lucio, who came up from the backcourt, kicked the ball hard to the post with his trademark heavy bomber. The rebound was caught by Banderas.

Chu Yang and Moya had already outflanked the ball, but it was a pity that Banderas' pass was a beat too late, and he was tackled to the ground by the opponent's defensive player.

Free kick.

This time Chu Yang didn't compete with Moya for business, and Moya didn't let Badras' foot hurt in vain.

He didn't choose to hit the goal directly, but passed the ball to Garcia who was ignored by the opponent. Garcia headed lightly from outside the penalty area and passed the ball to Chu Yang.

All Chu Yang had to do was let go of his footsteps and volleyed hard at the football.

The football went straight into the upper left corner of the goal like a meteor without flame.

The goalkeeper remained unresponsive like a puppet from beginning to end, and the defenders were ashamed. For the first time, I felt that Mr. Pustani's early departure was actually a good thing.

After the assist, Garcia rushed towards Chu Yang, and other Valencia players also swarmed over.

Gressel and Heike clapped their hands excitedly, and the Valencia bench also burst into laughter. Not far away, Castro ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Looks like I'm going to look for Magill's fat pig myself. I heard that Valencia paid 100 million for this kid. I don't know if 500 million is enough now."

But Chu Yang quickly told him with practical actions that it didn't seem to be enough.

(End of this chapter)