Chapter 16 Vieri of Mallorca

Chapter 16 Vieri of Mallorca

On the night of January 29th, Jose was lying in the bed of the hotel - the day before the match, the players would definitely not be able to go home. At this time, they usually live in the hotel or in the club's player dormitory , but Mallorca did not build a player dormitory, and stayed in a hotel every time. Jose once complained about this. In his opinion, building a good player dormitory is much better than staying in a hotel, although the initial investment is relatively large , but it is very good for establishing the collective consciousness of the players-but now he doesn't think it matters. It may be easier for him to buy the club in the future if he spends more money from the club.

Opening the palm of his right hand, the glowing modifier reappeared in his palm, but as before, it was still just shining without any prompt information.

"Maybe meeting someone showing this thing to him in the middle of the night can scare him to death." Jose muttered bitterly. He was almost desperate for this so-called modifier. He had tried it countless times in the past five years. , I couldn't find a way to use this modifier. I thought that this modifier would play its role after becoming the head coach, but this hope has also been shattered...

"Forget it, with the experience of rebirth, I have already become an official coach. I don't believe that I can't lead the team to achieve good results... Xiao Ming is still an amateur, but he was reborn a few years earlier than me. That's all, and then I can make money. I am a regular reborn old fan and a new regular good coach. I am afraid that I will not be able to make things right and play my own sky in La Liga? Xiao Ming can do it. I, Jose, will definitely be better than him. Do better because I know better than him...

Thinking of this, Jose clenched his right hand, making the so-called modifier disappear in his palm.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It's only eight o'clock in the evening. It's very early. The game is tomorrow afternoon. In the morning and afternoon, it is easy to get sleepy and affect the performance on the court.

So Jose decided to go out of the room for a walk, and take a look at how the players are feeling now-Soria, a small town in northern Spain where Numancia is located, is not a very prosperous place. Describe—the resident population is less than 40,000, and the main economic pillar is tourism. There are some ancient buildings everywhere, and players will not be interested in these places, so Jose does not plan to check their houses.

The entire third floor of this hotel has been booked by the Mallorca Club. Jose's room is at the innermost part of the corridor, and he lives in a room alone. This is also a special treatment for the head coach. It was two people sharing a room, and Jose walked all the way, opening the door from room to room and going in for a chat—this was also a way for Jose to relax.

Natal and another assistant coach are watching TV, no one in Stankovic and Ibagaza's room, no one in the two Soler's room, waiting for Jose to walk to Nadal and Ngonga When I was in the room, I found that the room was really lively—in addition to Nadal and Ngonga, two Soler and Olesola, five old guys playing poker together...

When Jose saw clearly what they were playing, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. Each had two cards in his hand, five cards were placed in the middle of the table, and everyone had a pile of chips in front of them—Texas Hold'em...

Jose, who has been in the United States for two years, naturally knows how brain-intensive this game is. Compared with the so-called Stud, Texas Hold'em can better reflect the player's wisdom and judgment. When he was in the United States, Jose sometimes liked to play He used to be addicted to playing two games in Las Vegas, but he quit after he started to study coaching courses, because it was too brain-intensive...

Now Jose understands why old guys are playing this kind of game, and young people don't have the patience to play this kind of game.

Seeing that several veterans were having a good time playing, Jose didn't bother them. After chatting for a few words, he found that they were playing Texas Hold'em with a relaxed mood, which wouldn't make them overly excited today. After not making them too sluggish tomorrow, Jose left this room and walked to the next room.

Although a group of old guys were playing cards, they were very quiet. However, before Jose opened the door of the next room, he heard a noisy sound from inside...

In the deafening sound of heavy metal rock music, Tristan and Eto'o were yelling loudly: "Listen! Listen to this sound that makes people feel crazy! This is called music! Compared with this Wake up, what kind of rap songs are simply too weak!"

Eto'o covered his ears, looking helpless.

"Hey, Diego, make the sound quieter." Jose closed the door with his backhand, shutting the sound inside the door even more. The sound insulation effect of this room is very good, but just now Jose could hear it from outside the door music on the face.

When Tristan turned down the volume with a sneer, Jose shook his head: "What do you do with such a loud sound, the sound is quieter, that's called music."

"Boss, you are only one year older than me... But now I feel that you seem to be twenty years older than me...Young people should listen to some explosive music!" Tristan said with a twist of his lips.

"Look at Samuel, he is five years younger than you, and he can't stand the sound of your music." Jose smiled and pointed to Eto'o who had just put his hands off his ears: "A little People who are quieter can't stand the volume of your music."

"You guys are so lacking in passion," Tristan said, shrugging.

"That's because you're over the top." Jose laughed, then ignored Tristan, turned around and asked Eto'o, "How about living in the same room with this noisy guy?" Are you used to living here?"

"Basically used to it, except when he plays music..." Eto'o replied, and Tristan smiled beside him.

"Just get used to it... Samuel, you won't be the main force tomorrow, but I hope you don't have any opinions because of it. You know, you and the team have only practiced together for three days." Jose looked at Eto'o and said said a word.

Eto'o nodded: "I understand, sir, I don't have any objection to that."

"But you can't just think that you won't play in this game... If Diego and the others do not perform well and the team is in trouble, I will still send you to play, because as I said before, we are now short of strikers. , need to score goals... so when you are off the court, you have to carefully observe the performance of your teammates and be familiar with their characteristics, because I may use you at any time, do you understand this point?" Jose continued with.

If Eto'o had been a member of the Chinese Young Pioneers, then he might have sung the phrase "always ready", but unfortunately, he hadn't, so he just continued to nod to Jose's words, and then simply replied: :"I see."

Mallorca is a mid-range team. Their home stadium can only accommodate more than 20,000 people. Generally, teams that have achieved good results in La Liga history usually have a home stadium of about 40,000 to 50,000 people, let alone Barcelona and Real Madrid. It has two great stadiums with a capacity of nearly 100,000 people—however, compared with Numancia's home stadium, Pajaritos Stadium, San Moise Stadium is already a giant...

Pajaritos Stadium, stadium capacity, 3,000 people.

In fact, this number is quite good. You must know that the entire Soria has a permanent population of only 40,000, and the home stadium capacity is close to one-tenth of the entire city's population. It is not bad in proportion, and it is comparable to Mallorca's home stadium capacity. It's about the same—Mallorca has a population of 300,000.

As a newly promoted last season, Numancia's performance this season is not bad. The victory in the last league game allowed them to rank fifteenth, and they have temporarily escaped the relegation zone. For the fans of this small town team Speaking of the team, this kind of achievement of the team is enough to make them cheer.

In the face of Mallorca, which ranks much lower than them, Numancia fans expect the team they support to bring another victory.

However, it is clear that Mallorca's 3-0 victory over the previous third-placed Vallecano in the last game has already raised enough vigilance for the Numancia side-they are newly promoted, and their previous results are mediocre. They will play games carefully, and their head coach will not underestimate any opponent...

So after the start of this game, Numancia learned the lesson from the defeat of Vallecano, who was also newly promoted. They did not aggressively attack the offense. Instead, they entangled with Mallorca in the midfield. The defender absolutely did not rush press on.

And the tactics formulated by Jose are also not aggressive-the old defense line is the wealth of Mallorca, and it also pulled Jose's retreat-they are not afraid of any team in positional battles, but they are not afraid of any team in the face of a quick counterattack. It's a great way, and Numancia is a typical newly promoted team, and quick counterattacks are their way of survival.

Therefore, at the beginning of the game, the scene was quite dull, and the defenses of both sides remained intact. Although Tristan was extremely sharp in attacking, it was not so easy to advance against the opponent's complete defense. ball.

Mallorca has a certain advantage on the field, because their offensive combination is not bad in positional warfare. Stan is constantly fighting for the top-although this tactic is simple, it still has a certain effect against a team like Numancia that has no outstanding players.

Although the offensive manpower is a bit insufficient, Mallorca still took the lead in scoring the goal after consecutive attacks-now their mental outlook is different from before, and most of their confidence has returned from the last victory. to them.

Stankovic did not cross after a break from the wing, but unexpectedly dribbled the ball straight into the penalty area from near the baseline. In the penalty area, Tristan leaned his body against the opponent's defender to meet the ball and shot the ball, and the ball went into the net cleanly!

"Beautiful goal!" Jose stood up from the coach's bench and slapped his hands vigorously and shouted loudly. Tristan is indeed getting better and better. He is not a center who only knows how to use headers. , In the penalty area, he can use his body to hit the ball into the goal in various ways-now Tristan is Mallorca's Vieri!