[Football Fans] Glory

Guti is in a good mood recently, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and seeing the excitement of Guti jumping on top of Belleron on the training ground, Raul frowned unhappily.

"Your Jose has been robbed!!"

Carlos, who was kicking his legs, laughed straight.

Raul stared at him blankly, Carlos smiled, and suddenly turned around and yelled at Guti, "Jose, your Raul is upset."

Guti, who was doing mutual stretching and relaxing preparations with Belleron, looked over with a smile, "Raul~~"

Looking at Guti's bright smile, the handsome face of his friend in the sun reminded Lauer of him three years ago—that face always had a stubborn and sharp expression, and said paranoid words, The young and immature face was filled with the gloomy anger of a teenager. At that time, he... Raul withdrew his eyes. At that time, Jose was as beautiful as the beautiful boy villain BOSS in the cartoons that his sisters watched. ——Then suddenly one day, he changed, suddenly became mature and peaceful, and all the sharpness of the past was gradually erased from memory.

He likes Jose like this, but he can't help but miss that sharp and arrogant boy.

"Raul?"

The figure above his head covered the sun, and Raul, who was lying on his back, looked up. The gentle blue eyes of his friend met him, and Raul's face was inexplicably hot. He groaned before saying, "Carlos bullied him." It wasn't until Raul realized how stupid his words were after he'd said such and such.

Guti did not laugh at him, but waved Carlos out of the way, and then he began to press Raul's legs.

Carlos laughed and complained that they walked away and continued to partner with Belleron in the warm-up activities, while pricking up his ears and continuing to listen to gossip.

Even Belleron, who was honest and responsible, was attracted by his actions and pricked up his ears with great curiosity and anticipation.

But Guti and Raul didn't continue talking, they just quietly prepared for the activities of stretching their legs and lowering their waists. They didn't start talking until they finished these basic activities and were ready to run a few more laps.

"Really jealous?"

Guti asked with a smile.

"No."

Raul blushed.

"I was jealous."

Guti said so.

Raul looked at him in surprise, and Guti shrugged, "Isn't it obvious after you and Moran got to know each other?"

Seeing Raul's stupid expression, Guti smiled, "You are so smart, why are you sometimes so slow that people want to beat you?"

"Really?"

"of course."

The two were jogging side by side, and Guti sighed, "You promised to treat me as your best friend, number one."

Speaking of this, Raul smiled awkwardly, "Of course you are my best friend."

"It's not the first one."

Guti said very sadly.

His feigned sorrow made Raul burst out laughing, "How is that the same!"

"Yeah, it's different~~"

The drawn-out Guti looked so nasty, Raul rushed over to hold him down, but Guti turned back and threw him on the back, and Guti, who was carrying Raul on his back, still ran unhurriedly.

And Raul, who was hanging on Guti, screamed and clamped his legs around his waist, "Jose!!!"

"Haha, Raul, you should lose weight."

"Get out, I'm not fat."

"Fat."

"No."

"Fat."

"No!!!"

…………

The two young people kept arguing in the sun, talking childish and ridiculous things, while the teammates around them were laughing and watching them play happily. Everyone on the training ground was so happy.

Apart from the league, they will also go to Italy to play the second round against AC Milan.

Before the game, both media sides were conducting various interviews on the two clubs, including the players, especially AC Milan's coaching change. Note.

When a reporter stopped Guti for an interview, Guti unceremoniously ridiculed the strange phenomenon of AC Milan's first team, such as the elders who passed the coach and did things on their own.

"... Guti, what do you mean, what they did was wrong?"

Hearing Guti's sharp criticism, William, the Marca reporter who happened to catch him interviewing him, suddenly became excited.

Although he knew that what he said would definitely make the reporters catch him talking nonsense, but Guti didn't want to take back what he said.

"Yes, I think they are doing something wrong. Yes, I am talking about their captain, Mr. Maldini and his fellow members of the Council of Elders."

Facing the camera, Guti had a sneer on his face.

This kind of naming made William know that he had caught the big news. He asked cautiously, "You mean the captain of AC Milan?"

"Don't be so careful, I'm talking about him."

Guti smiled, but his eyes were cold, "Mr. Tabarez is the coach of the team. As a player, you should obey the command. If you think the coach is doing something wrong, you can raise it with the coach in private, but you can't do that. Resisting the coach's public actions, his behavior undermines the prestige of the coach and damages the unity of the team. Such an approach will not bring any good results except for the problem of disunity and a decline in the team's performance."

"Are you criticizing M. Maldini?"

"Yes, of course, obviously isn't it?"

Guti shrugged.

"So……"

William carefully tested, Guti narrowed his eyes, and then smiled softly, "I can't understand the actions of Maldini and his teammates. They hurt a very good coach, but ushered in a narrow-minded man. Ugly new coach, I have to suspect that they just want to squeeze out a great player, a good player who has brought them results is about to be hurt by them, and they didn't hesitate to do that, I think , maybe it’s because the great player made them feel inferior, so they want to squeeze people out!”

God, William's eyes lit up.

Big news, super big news, the future successor of Real Madrid mocked Maldini and Sacchi, publicly said they are ugly people, haha, big news.

Glancing at the excited eyes of the reporter, Guti twitched his lips.

Expand it, spread it, let this kind of news spread all over Europe, let them see it, that's what I want to do.

Seeing the back of William running away like the wind after the interview, Guti sneered and turned around.

Raul, who watched the entire interview, sat in the passenger seat of the car and raised his eyebrows as he watched his friend sit in the driver's seat.

"Jose, what are you thinking?"

After pulling the seat belt and fastening it, Guti smiled, "Didn't you guess it?"

"I don't know."

Raul resolutely protested Guti's answer that he thought he must know.

"Just pretend!"

After starting the car, Guti smiled and whistled cheerfully.

Raul looked sideways at him, "Jose!"

"Ok?"

"You are getting more and more cunning."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Guti snapped his fingers.

Raul rolled his eyes, "What a boast!"

The next day, after the old man read the newspaper, he shook his head helplessly. At noon, he strolled to the gate of the base, and "coincidentally" met a reporter from the Aspen newspaper. Facing the familiar Mr. reporter, the old man sighed.

"What Jose said was a bit harsh, but he is still a young man. Young people are more passionate and impulsive. I can understand it."

"You mean you agree with him?"

The Aspen reporter raised his voice.

The old man gave him a strange look, "It's not a matter of disagreement, I just think that if a team ignores the prestige of the coach, then this team can't do anything good. Rules, no rules, no squares."

"Do you think Mr. Tabarez's dismissal was caused by the mistakes of the elders in the AC Milan team?"

"I didn't say that, I just said that it is not advisable to damage the prestige of the coach or even make it public."

Dad corrected it seriously.

Of course, he also knows that such corrections are useless, and the reporters will use various tone methods to expand and explain his sentence.

"But Guti also criticizes Mr. Saki..."

"Well," the old man smiled, "Young people always like to avenge their idols. Mr. Ki, he has a large number of good players, especially Baggio. Baggio is the kind of player that any coach wants. A team with Baggio is the guarantee of results..."

The reporter of Aspen newspaper kept remembering Dad's speech with bright eyes, and various sensational headlines kept turning in their minds.

After the smiling old man walked away with his hands behind his back, the reporters immediately started compiling the big news.

Dad walked to the side of the training field and saw the players who had just finished lunch walking in twos and threes, strolling leisurely, he waved to Guti.

Seeing his father's call, Guti strolled over, "Good afternoon."

"Hold your head."

Dad rolled his eyes at him, "You're talking nonsense again."

Guti smiled, "What do you think?"

"The game is the game, and we can't lose if we do anything like this."

Dad didn't like the off-court tricks that Guti did.

Guti pursed his lips, "No, I'm just very upset, seeing Saki upset."

"Then you mentioned what Maldini and the others are doing. There is no such so-called elders' meeting in any club, even if you don't have such a captain's meeting!"

Dad scolded.

"But we will not use this method to the coach, let alone make these things public."

Guti retorted.

The old man glared at Guti, and Guti stared back without flinching. After a while, the old man softened his attitude and sighed.

"You shouldn't criticize Sacchi and Maldini like that anyway."

"It's impossible for me to go to Italy anyway, what am I afraid they will do?"

The old man looked at him helplessly, "The coaches of each country's national team have the right to vote in the selection of international awards, and the captain of the national team also has a vote."

"Father," Guti looked at him seriously, "I can't please them just to win the award. If I talk against my will for the award, then I would rather not win the award. Awards without integrity and dignity are not worth it." I'll go for it."

Guti's father was silent, and in the end he could only sigh, reached out and touched Guti's head, "You~"

He shook his head.

"Daddy, Sacchi won't let Baggio play in the game the day after tomorrow."

"Obviously, isn't that what you want to do?"

Dad spread his hands.

Guti laughed, "Saki has a donkey temper, and he didn't like Baggio in the first place. Now that I say that, I guess..."

As soon as he said this, his father interrupted him, "I will definitely not let Baggio play."

"what?"

Guti raised his eyebrows strangely.

Dad walked forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, and Guti followed him, "A reporter asked me just now, and I said that Baggio is the kind of player that all coaches want..."

Guti burst out laughing.

"Father, you are bad enough!"

"No way!"

Squinting his eyes and looking up at the sun in the sky, the father firmly denied Guti's comments.

"Wait until we beat them 4-0, hehe~~"

Guti smirked.

The old man glanced at him, "I like Baggio that much?"

"Don't you like it, Dad?"

Guti asked back.

"I like it, but such a player," the father thought for a while, "some coaches really can't use him well."

"why?"

"A coach with a strong temper and a strong sense of subjectivity will not allow players with higher prestige than him to exist in the team. A coach with low self-confidence and a good temper may not be able to control talented players, and those with poor commanding ability will not be very good at using them. Talented players, sometimes they may even be used wrongly...In short, different coaches face core players like Baggio, and the usage will be different, and the effect will be different, and Sacchi, "the old man who has almost never commented on other coaches After a hesitant pause, he continued, "He is capable and talented, confident and conceited, that is..."

Uncle doesn't seem to know what to say about Saki.

Guti sneered, "It's narrow-minded."

"No, it will never be."

When Guti said this, the old man shook his head, "Sacchi is not entirely a small-minded problem. He has taught coaching courses in the Italian Football Association and taught coaching courses publicly. He has trained many excellent coaches for Italy. It is too biased to say that he is narrow-minded just based on his attitude towards Baggio."

"Christian also had to come to Real Madrid because he didn't like it."

Guti said quietly.

The old man couldn't help but sigh, "He's just..."

"It's just that the mind is relatively small, and flaws must be reported."

Guti laughed and commented.

Whoever called Baggio once contradicted him made Saki remember his lifelong grudge.

It's really embarrassing for the big man family to harm him for a lifetime just because of a young man's protest once, saying that there's nothing wrong with him being narrow-minded!

But anyway, it’s none of their business, Guti thought, his method is actually very simple, AC Milan has Baggio, which is quite helpful to their offensive power on the field, and Real Madrid’s home victory is because of AC Milan. The top players can't be combined well. Although he scolded Sacchi very well, Sacchi is indeed a very capable coach, but no matter how capable a coach is, he must have powerful players to perform better. And Baggio is the kind of superstar player in the team who can make a qualitative change in the team.

Even though AC Milan's players who won the championship last year were basically there, but without Baggio on the court, they lacked a core of offense.

Why let go of such an opportunity if you can play it easy!

Guti laughed.

Sacchi was irritated, and the Milan players were irritated, so the new players who have just arrived for half a season may not be sent to the field, and the veterans who come up will not have enough energy. Anger may make them play 100% mentally, but Anger may also cause them to quickly consume physical strength. Once the physical strength is insufficient... Real Madrid does not need to rush to attack, because they have a three-goal lead, and Milan must attack. The game will definitely enter the rhythm of Real Madrid.

Don't win too easily!

Moreover, Milan is currently ranked ninth in the league. Unless they can win all the games in the future, they will lose their qualifications to participate in the Champions League and Europa League next year. Going all out in the Champions League.

"Don't laugh so strangely."

Dad reminds me.

Guti blinked, "Okay."

"Okay, go to rest, there is another training session in the afternoon."

"receive."

Guti saluted, then ran off.

Watching him run into the building, the old man sighed, although he helped Guti throw the words to the outside world, but to be honest, he really can't understand the use of this kind of off-field means, such as psychological warfare, football should not That's right!

Football should only be a game of wits played by the players on the field and coaches off the field, isn't it?

The author has something to say: PS: Dad is an old-school traditional coach who loves and cherishes talents, which is different from the ideas of coaches in the new century.

PS: In the previous chapter, Guti was indeed planning to put Xiaoxiao and Sisi in Rafa for training. Even if they were sold in the future, the money would be given to Real Madrid, just because they didn’t want other clubs to make money.