Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 78 The real debut
The few people on the bench watched Young put on the training vest. Everyone knew the bad situation on the field, but they still felt a little uncomfortable with Mourinho’s unwillingness to trust them. Why should a child’s playing priority All ahead of us?
Yang couldn't see the envious or jealous eyes behind him. Even if he saw it, he would not think about these things. There were six or seven minutes in the first half including stoppage time. He had to hurry up and warm up. Mourinho During the break, I will definitely ask myself a lot of things. What I can do now is not to waste every minute and every second.

Kukukia's header was held in the arms of Leiria goalkeeper Loza. During this period of time, there was a lot of turmoil in the penalty area. He could only use the rules as much as possible to delay the time. He lay down on the ground for nearly ten seconds. Lothar got up and sent the ball out. The referee glanced at his watch and blew the whistle to end the first half before the ball hit the ground.

The players of Leiria walked towards the passage panting heavily, and Yang, who was sweating and running and jumping under the guidance of Faria, also followed. Everyone was very depressed. This is Leiria's home stadium. , but it seems that the ownership has been taken over by the opponent, and everyone does not feel any support and encouragement from the fans, which is so disappointing.

In the locker room of the home team, Mourinho was writing and scribbling on the tactical board, and no assistants next to him dared to disturb him. He didn't turn around until the players walked in one after another, and looked at his subordinates calmly. The dejected soldiers.

"This first half, you played very disappointingly, but fortunately, only one goal was conceded, which means that we still have a chance to come back. Well, I think so, but I don't know how you I'm all ears if anyone can come up with a solution."

The three midfielders who had been tortured by Boavista for 45 minutes looked at each other without raising their heads. In the end, captain Marovic stood up, scratching his head and baring his teeth: "Coach, I don't know what to do." How to do it, but if we want to win, we have to work hard."

"Very good, desperate, I like this kind of fighting spirit, but I don't want to see someone go up and put a shovel to make myself get a card that I shouldn't have. Leiria's lineup is already stretched, and I will be heartbroken if I lose anyone. .

Pena, I don't want to make too many criticisms, but your performance today is completely different from that against Ferreira. I haven't seen that kind of defense covering the midfield and running with all your strength. Can you explain it? What happened in this mere few days? "

Pena, who was sitting on the bench, looked a little red, and he never dared to look up and look at Mourinho. When he was on vacation the day before yesterday, he and his friends drank all night in a nightclub, and the muscle sluggishness has not disappeared after two days. , and he chose to hide his bad health from Faria, so he has not been able to recover effectively.

"I don't think you can help your teammates much if you stay on the court. Pena, let's adjust your state and hope you can regain your confidence as soon as possible. Listen, everyone, we will take the lead in the second half. Without adjustments, Boavista can no longer be led by the nose. Thiago came back to fill Pena's vacancy, and Jan Rodriguez replaced him as the midfielder.

We need to control the ball, play the ball, and play the ball effectively. In the adaptation stage at the beginning, the two wingers retreated as much as possible to stabilize the situation. Boavista is very likely to start the game in the second half. They will not Satisfied with a goal, let me see your efforts on the defensive end.

If there is still no improvement in ball control in the second half, I will remove one or two wide players and continue to strengthen the defense of the backcourt, but then the responsibility for offense will be on Delray and Young, so you guys The old man who helps the team must support the momentum, so that I can see the possibility of tactical adjustments, instead of throwing away the ball indiscriminately! "

After Mourinho finished his arrangement for the second half, looking at the Leiria players who were talking quietly, he shook his head and walked to Yang's side, pulled a towel and put it on the little guy's shoulder to signal him to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"Listen, Jan, I didn't want you to take too much responsibility too early, but now there is no one available on the team. I have thought about it for a long time. You are the only one who can activate the bench. Back to the game is different, the team can't bring you much protection, so be careful on the court.

Your task is to play guerrilla in the midfield, catch the ball that Marovic and others are not stable, rely on the pass to control the rhythm as much as possible, push the wings back up to buy time, and go forward to find Del Rey if there is no space, he is a smart guy Guy, it's going to slow down Boavista's fast break, get it? "

"Understood, coach, I will try my best to play the ball with one kick, maybe I can help the captain and the others solve some troubles."

Mourinho supported the side of Yang's neck, and vigorously rubbed his black hair that was bound by the headband. Watching Yang helplessly arrange his hair, Mourinho finally showed a smile on his gloomy face for a long time. .

"Okay, the time is up. Everyone remembers their defensive position. The high-pressure press is extremely exhausting. Boavista's gang can't last long. Once they can't hold on, it's your turn to show off. Let the home fans see the morale of Leiria!"

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When Yang stood next to the kick-off point in the midfield, he still had an unreal feeling in his heart. Now it's not a fight with the wind to help punches, this is the cruel Portuguese League stadium.Since Leiria wanted to win, it would be a fierce battle like a beast fighting, and there would be no luck at all.

A drop of sweat broke through the barrier of the hair band, slowly slid down from the forehead, escaped the boy's slightly frowning brows, was attracted by gravity and rushed to the tip of the nose, where it merged with the fine beads of sweat, and then quickly dripping.

"Rodriguez, relax."

Delray stomped his feet and said softly, the whistle sounded quickly, he turned the ball to this side, Yang slammed on the ball, suddenly startled, and instinctively pushed his feet towards his own half, for him, the second half It started so abruptly.

When Young looked up and looked around, Delray had already rushed forward. Marovic shouted for everyone to concentrate, while waving his hands and began to dominate the passing line. Young just ran two steps back. Boavista's three-four A player passed him, and sure enough, it was still the familiar high-pressure press in the frontcourt.

Yang tried his best to stabilize his emotions, his heart was beating very fast, everything around him suddenly became strange, as if just in an instant, the arena began to be filled with the smell of sweat full of hormones.

Boavista's black and white checkered jersey was a bit dazzling. Yang blinked his eyes vigorously, but his body was staggered by the force coming from behind. He turned around and wanted to know what happened. Under the glare of the sun, he only saw a A contemptuous and contemptuous smile.

Where did you come from, you little brat, you have gone to the wrong place, go find your mother and have a drink of milk to calm your fears.

Hearing the mocking words mixed with slang and abuse from the opponent's players, Yang's back was covered with sweat. In his anger, he suddenly realized that he had already driven the ball, right?

So where is the ball?
Yang didn't bother with the Boavista midfielder who almost overwhelmed him. He shook his head quickly while enduring the dizziness after the collision. Where's the ball?Where the hell is the ball?

The central area of ​​one's own half was already crowded, Marovic roared and collided with the opponent's left midfielder Milor, the ball flew obliquely under the pressure of two strong calves, and landed in Leiria At the foot of Cervantes' right winger.

Yang, who was breathing quickly, suddenly felt a little shy. His teammates were fighting desperately, but he didn't do anything. He didn't know that his dazed behavior of being hit and turning around just now had been seen by almost everyone. .

The corners of Mourinho's eyes twitched slightly, Faria took two deep breaths, and the nearby teammates clenched their fists angrily, hitting Boavista's back waist, Tadu bared his mouth with a white smile. Teeth, the commentator of the TV broadcast pinches the information and puts his mouth close to the microphone.

"The manager of Leiria, José Mourinho, is probably regretting it. One goal behind, he actually put on a player at half-time. I don't know if the young man gave it to him. What kind of ecstasy soup did he pour into to make the former Benfica coach play such a stinky move.

Now Leiria's midfielder can almost be said to play one less player. We can see that in the opening half a minute, Boavista continued his usual high-pressure tactics, and what did the substitute Jan Rodriguez do? ?He ran a few steps in a daze, and then bumped into Tadu, and he still couldn't find his position until now.

I looked at the profile of this kid. This is his second game in the Portuguese League. He came off the bench for more than ten minutes in the first round of the league and sent an assist that was icing on the cake. Maybe this assist gave Mourinho what he shouldn’t have. Trust me, you actually handed over the heavy responsibility of resisting the last league championship to a rookie, even though he came from Porto's youth training camp..."

Marovic struggled to get up from the ground, and it was he who made two on-the-spot interceptions, barely regaining the possession of the ball. The second half just started, and Leiria fell into the same bad situation as before again. Yago had been separated by the Boavistas, and they were all stuck in a one-man battle.

Old Mu, what kind of stupid trick are you doing? No matter how useless Pena is, he wouldn't be able to make it like this. I didn't believe it before. Could that kid really be your illegitimate child?

Shelly and Millor came back again, Marovich turned around and ran with the ball bitterly, he was really angry, what about Jan?Where is the spirited kid in training?
Yang glanced at the position of the coach's bench, but found that he couldn't see Mourinho's expression clearly. He rubbed his hurt lower back vigorously, and began to run back at an accelerated speed.

I have to help, I have to help, they need me.

Ke Yang found that even though there were no Boavista people around him, his teammates who were in an embarrassing situation still carried the ball with difficulty in the backcourt without any intention of passing it. No one saw it at all.

Yang shook his head and abruptly stopped the sourness in his nose. Since the ball hadn't reached his feet, he began to mark Boavista's midfielder who had already reached 40 meters arrogantly. The man mocked him Tadoo.

I have to take back the lost trust with my own hands!

　When I was writing this chapter, I thought of the College Cup football match at the university. The captain told us a few newcomers to kick the ball out of the field if they couldn’t hold the ball. It’s so young~
　　It seems that because of this sentence, the Faculty of Letters lost a Harvey and gained a rescue madman~
　　
　
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