Beep! Beep!!

With the referee's two short and long whistles, the first half finally ended.

The stands at the Pisjuan Stadium immediately became boiling.

Fans of both teams are cheering for the players, and they all hope that the players will continue to work hard.

Ferrer stood in front of Barcelona's coaching area and watched the sweaty players walk down the stadium one after another, he was very unwilling to accept it.

Barcelona had more advantages in the first half, created more opportunities and got more good shots, but they never failed to break the goal of Atletico Madrid. How could he be willing to do so?

The game advantage should have been established early, but now it is forced to be zero to zero, and the pressure in the second half is even greater.

"This damn bastard!"

Ferrer was so angry that he kicked the mineral water bottle in front of him, and he was urged to go wild.

But at this moment, a chuckle came from behind him.

"Why are you so angry?"

Ferrer turned around and saw Gao Han standing behind him with a smile.

As soon as he saw Gao Han, especially his hippie and smiling face, Ferrer felt anger.

At this moment, he really wanted to rush up, punch him, and then spit on his head and face.

What do you mean by coming here at this time?

Haven't won yet, what are you trying to show off?

But Gao Han seemed to ignore his resentful expression and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that I would really hold on in the first half. It was really a surprise to me!"

Accident?

Ferrer was depressed.

The guy in front of him looked like a smiley face, how could he look like an accident?

He seemed to be saying that nothing happened in the first half of the game did not escape my calculations!

He is putting in trouble!

Ferrer was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

But Gao Han still seemed to be talking to himself and tsk twice, "I hope the second half will be like the first half, that would be great!"

Still like the first half?

Be your dream of spring and autumn, and go to you!

Ferrer suppressed anger in his chest, but he laughed at Gao Han, "You wait."

"Well, I can wait, but you can't wait!"

Before Ferrer could have another attack, Gao Han smiled again, "I said, sixty minutes, you only have fifteen minutes left!"

These words seemed to have uncovered Ferrer's bloody scar once again, making him grin, but on the surface he had to pretend to be indifferent.

"Okay, let's go and see who dies here first!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the player's passage without waiting for Gao Han to say anything more.

Gao Han was left to stand there and smile at his back.

At this time, he became more confident.

Because throughout the first half, he didn't even use a skill card, but the team held it!

In other words, he was able to use up all his skill cards in the second half to see if Barcelona could defend it!

More importantly, his coaching system has accumulated more than ten achievement points, and his skill cards can be upgraded anytime and anywhere.

"You're dead, Ferrer!"

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"call!"

When he heard the referee's whistle, Old Hill exhaled heavily.

Her bloated body slumped on the seat, looking a little tired.

At his age, he was suffering from geriatric disease. Watching such a game was a torture in itself, let alone the scene.

But he came anyway.

This has been the third consecutive season!

The first two times, his team lost, this time...

There is a saying among the Chinese: Things are nothing but three. I hope Gao Han can live up to expectations this time!

"Dad, wipe your hands." Xiao Hill, who was sitting next to him, handed a hand towel.

Only then did Old Hill notice that his hands were sweating all over, so he immediately took them over.

"Don't worry, Jessus, the game is still going as planned." Paul Futree comforted.

"Hmm?" Old Hill was a little surprised.

"Yes, Gao Han said before the game that the real time to decide the outcome is in the final stage of the second half."

"Why?" asked Old Hill.

"Barcelona is most likely to lose the ball. One is the start, but our players are too young and lack experience. If we compete for the start with Barcelona, ​​it is easy to have problems and the opponent seizes the opportunity to score a goal, then we will be very passive."

Old Hill watched football for a lifetime and naturally could hear the meaning of this sentence.

"The other time period is when Barcelona gathers stars in the last stage of the second half, but they can't catch up for a long time, so it's easy to expose the defense problem, then..."

When everyone heard this, how could they not understand Gao Han’s strategy?

At this time, I happened to see Gao Han and Ferrer talking to Ferrer on the side of the court. After a few words, the Barcelona coach left angrily. Old Hill laughed, "No need to say, he is deliberately irritating Ferrer!"

"But Ferrer is also a long-standing coach. Can he be fooled like this?" Xiao Hill shook his head.

But Serezo said unpredictably, "This is hard to say."

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"This bastard..."

As soon as Ferrer walked into the player's passage, he took a deep breath and then vomited heavily.

"...even the provocation method is so clumsy, I see what tricks you have!"

The Barcelona coach continued to move forward, but snorted coldly, "Want to irritate me? Do you think I am a three-year-old? Is it so easy to be fooled by you?"

On the way to the locker room, Ferrer worked hard to calm down.

He knew that the most taboo thing the team now is to be impatient and maintain patience.

If the player wants to maintain patience, he, the head coach, must show it first.

Walk slowly along the way, slowly adjusting your emotions, slowly thinking about how to motivate the players, slowly...

He finally arrived at the door of the locker room.

"We had a very problematic style of playing in the first half, and we shouldn't have played like this at all!"

"Shouldn't be hit like this? How should I hit?"

"Yes, Atletico Madrid is guarding the 30-meter zone, and our head coach has no tricks at all. How can we play?"

"I think we should go two more wing roads to play the role of Cruivet in the penalty area."

"Going to the side? Humph, stop kidding, Atletico Madrid locked the sidewalk tightly."

"Ovimas, don't always lean against the sideline..."

"You think I think, as soon as I get the ball, they push me to the sideline. What should I do? Who will pick me up?"

"You mean my front midfielder didn't support you?"

There was a silence in the locker room, but Rivaldo's voice soon came out again.

"Louis, you're on the right, but why do you always go to the middle? It's already crowded, don't you know?"

"I like to lean into the middle? I don't have a chance on the right, so I won't run, okay?"

"What about Gabrie? Shouldn't he pressed up when attacking?"

"I……"

Gabri is a young player with little experience and has no weight to speak in the locker room, and he dares not offend the boss.

"Don't make things difficult for Gabrie. He has to support the midfield and backcourt. In the final analysis, it's still a matter of our team's playing style."

"Our head coach may not have been able to provide a threatening offensive plan until now."
To be continued...