The Glory of the Godfather

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door.

Fernandez ignored it.

However, there was a persistent knock on the door.

What's the matter? Fernandez opened the door with a grim expression.

Hello, room service! the waiter said with a smile as he pushed the trolley.

No need! Fernandez closed the door irritably, and sat down cross-legged hastily. He wanted to start reciting the psalms again. Yes, this was an extremely pious ceremony, and the whole procedure had to be completed in one go.

Two minutes later: bang bang bang.

Fernandez pretended not to hear and continued reciting.

The knock on the door rang persistently.

I said I don't need room service. Fernandez opened the door angrily.

There was no one outside the door, and a card was stuffed in the crack of the door.

Pink card.

Mom sells batches!

Fernandez was angry. He didn't have what he needed last night. He came to make trouble at this time. He picked up the card resentfully, put it in his pocket, and patted it again to confirm.

Fernandez had to recite the psalm from the beginning again, and he had to increase his speaking speed. Time was running out, and he had to finish the recitation in ten minutes.

in a minute.

Bang bang bang.

Unbearable!

Fernandez's face flushed, he got up angrily, and opened the door violently.

Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your rest just now, this is the fruit we gave away for free! The waiter said with a polite smile.

No need, no need! I said, don't bother me again!

Boom!

The waiter looked at the closed door, a little aggrieved, what the hell, is there something wrong with the warm service?

Finally, no one came to bother.

Fernandez took a deep breath and recited quickly.

Two minutes later.

Bang bang bang!

I said don't bother me—

Assistant coach Kresker looked at the angry coach with a ferocious expression and was taken aback, Sir, it's time, we have to go.

Then, the players of the Spanish B team who had been waiting for a long time saw their head coach appearing angrily and his face turned black. The players who were still chatting in full swing immediately shut up, even though they didn't know what was wrong with the head coach. However, everyone is very smart, and no one wants to be in trouble.

The bus of Espanyol Team B slowly left the hotel. Fernandez turned his head to look restlessly, and saw the banner hanging in the hotel: Welcome to Leiberto Holiday Inn!

Mom sells batches!

Be sure to ask the club for advice, and be sure to change hotels!

...

You can already see the Danny Jacques training base from a distance.

Unlike Barcelona's heavily guarded and isolated La Masia training base, the Spaniard's training base is located in the northeast corner of Barcelona, ​​exposed to a car repair shop without any precautions, because it is close to the Liberian Sea, you can even Feel the warm breath from the Mediterranean.

Although perhaps among the many teams in La Liga, the Spaniard's Danny Jacques training base is relatively small, and it is incomparable with La Masia, the city rival Barcelona, ​​but this is enough for the Ibiza team The bumpkins sighed.

Among the 20 teams in Group 3 of the Spanish Second League where Ibiza is located, two teams are from the B team of the La Liga team. Villarreal B team, Villarreal is more famous than the Spaniard. The first round of the Areal B team's match was at Ibiza's home court, so the bumpkins in Ibiza haven't seen what the training base of the top four teams in the Champions League looks like.

Their training base is so beautiful.

That is their office building, there are three big ones of ours.

We still have an office building there, which has been sold long ago. What is the rich Chinese businessman going to build?

Clubhouse!

Yes, yes, it seems to be a club called ma-jiang. The name is so strange.

...

Fang Jue ignored the players' comments. He was reading a book with his head down, very serious.

Some players glanced at the coach, and they all praised him.

The coach is really hardworking, and he is still studying.

If I can't, I get dizzy from the sight of books.

Haha, me too, but, to be honest, the coach is really strict with himself.

The coach's success is inevitable. He is so talented and works so hard. Clement summed up this topic. If we can also meet the coach's strict requirements on ourselves, we will also be able to succeed.

Why are you interested in studying books in this area? Ceballos looked at it for a while and asked.

A friend of mine has this problem. Let me find out and see what can help him. Fang Jue raised his head and said, looking out the window, Are you there yet?

The book was closed, and the title was: 100 ways to drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

I am looking forward to meeting Mr. Fernandez soon. Fang Jue said sincerely, He is a good person, and he is honest. It's a pity...

Forget it, stop talking, Fang Jue shook his head with regret.

...

Arrive at the locker room of the visiting team, change the equipment, come out to warm up, after the warm-up, return to the locker room.

Fang Jue made the final arrangements for the players before the start of the game.

His speech can be summed up in three sentences.

Be defensive!

Wait for his signal!

Duck! Fuck them!

The players left the locker room one after another. Fang Jue led his assistants and substitute players to the coach's bench first, and the starting players had to wait for the entering ceremony.

Yes, don’t look at the match being played on a standard football field at the training base, but this is a serious match of the Spanish Second League. The entrance ceremony is a necessary ceremony, and the little ball boy can’t wait to wait .

As soon as Fang Jue walked out of the player tunnel, he saw Mr. Pablo Fernandez, the former head coach of Ibiza and the current head coach of the Espanyol B team, pacing on the sidelines with his hands folded, looking a little irritable.

Fang Jue's heart skipped a beat.

Coach Fernandez. Fang Jue greeted loudly, and he walked forward quickly, looking very excited, as if he ran into an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years somewhere.

Fang Jue firmly held Fernandez's hand,

Fang, hello. Fernandez looked at Fang Jue, with surprise and sigh in his eyes. When he learned that Fang Jue had become the head coach of Ibiza, he was simply too surprised, and then left for himself I am grateful for Ibiza's decision. Alfonso chose the club's network manager as a coach without hesitation. This is an unheard of crazy move. Even if such a team will not go bankrupt, it will have no future at all.

The exclamation is that this kid is really lucky. He won the first game of coaching Ibiza, because Ibiza is the opponent of the Spaniard B team. Although he claims to know Ibiza very well, he However, Fernandez, who was cautious, still watched the video of the game between Ibiza and Orihuela, but he didn't finish watching it because he couldn't watch it anymore. What the hell is this game? It was simply unsightly. He watched it fast-forward, and finally focused on the two goals of Ibiza. Then, Fernandez was in a bad mood. The two refracted goals, but the one who shot the goal was the other than the own goal. Clement, who has never scored a goal outside, this luck is simply against the sky! Why didn't such good luck come across when he coached Ibiza?

Now, Fernandez's most direct impression of Ibiza under Fang Jue is:

What the hell is playing? What a shit!

Fang Jue's impression is:

I don't understand anything, I don't know anything, I'm out of shit luck.

However, Fernandez still has a good impression of Fang Jue. He is a good guy. When the fans came to make trouble, Fang Jue stepped forward to stop the incident. Fernandez was still very moved.

So, he patted Fang Jue on the shoulder and said encouragingly, Congratulations on leading the team to win against Orihuela.

Good luck. Fang Jue showed an embarrassed expression, and then seemed to realize that he should not show timidity in front of the opponent's coach, and then forced himself to calm down, shut up, and said with a smile, I hope today will be a wonderful game.

Of course! Fernandez laughed and said goodbye to Fang Jue again.

He seemed to hear Fang Jue, who turned to leave, let out a long sigh of relief.

Fernandez pursed his lips and smiled, poor little guy... he was so frightened before the game started.

Suddenly, Fernandez's heart moved. He had new ideas and decisions about today's game.

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