Fang Jue's face immediately changed. This bastard, this is a provocation!

He dared to swear at the floodlights of the Barcelona Olympic Stadium that the Cameroonian slut was deliberately provoked.

Fang Jue's expression was gloomy and stared at Cameni. Information about the Cameroonian country began to appear in his mind.

Watching Cameni walk around the door bored, jumping around from time to time, warming up her body, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Fang Jue's mouth.

"If I read it correctly, Cameni yawned just now." commentator David Zamora said with a smile, "Maybe Cameni's move will make the Ibiza people angry, but the fact is that Ibiza is now passive, and they are indeed unable to pose any threat to the goal of Espanyol. Coach Fang Jue's team performed very well in the Spanish Second Division, but now facing Espanyol, they are extremely passive!"

After pausing, David Zamora continued, "This is the gap in strength. The third place in La Liga is enough to crush the leader of the Spanish Second Division! This is not a competition at the same level."

"David, I have different views from you." Dolores said. Generally speaking, in some important games, the TV station will arrange two commentators to deliberately disagree on certain issues to create topics. However, this is not a special arrangement. Dolores does think something is wrong. If you want to say that the commentator who the other party knows best and Ibiza knows best, he must be Dolores.

"Alpit, do you still think Ibiza has a chance to escape from the Barcelona Olympic Stadium?" Zamora said with a smile.

"I don't know." Dolores shook his head, "I just think something is wrong. Although Ibiza is passive, he is not panic! Moreover, they have not lost the ball now."

"Then let's wait and see." Zamora laughed.

...

Espanyol has firmly occupied the ball since the beginning of the game, which made Espanyol head coach Valverde in a very good mood.

He even joked to his assistant that maybe in ten minutes, the team could break the deadlock on the court.

However, the game was twenty minutes into the first half. Although Espanyol still took the initiative and suppressed Ibiza, the score on the field was still zero to zero.

The relaxed expression on Valverde's face disappeared, and his expression began to become serious, staring at the field, and it seemed that the opponent was a little more difficult than he thought.

Although Ibiza seems to be very passive, their defense has been maintained well and has not given the Spaniard any chance.

Therefore, it seems that the Spanish offensive drums are thundering, but there are few real threatening shots and opportunities.

"Damn it, intensive defense!" Valverde cursed a little annoyed.

The Espanyol, who has three major Spanish internationals, Riella, Luis Garcia and Tamudo, has quite good attacking abilities, so the Espanyol is not afraid of suppressing the teams they attacked against. The game they beat Real Madrid 2-1 at home is proof of, but Espanyol has no good way to deal with those teams that are strictly guarding.

Solve the difficulties of the world football world with intensive defense.

"Setting ball! Foul!" Valverde walked to the sidelines and shouted loudly.

When the opponent is intensively defending, committing fouls and using the opportunity of set pieces to create goals is the basic operation.

...

Almost when Valverde made adjustments on the sidelines, Fang Jue also came to the sidelines. He took advantage of the opportunity to die and shouted Deisler's name: Basti! Basti!

Captain Ibiza ran to the sidelines, and Fang Jue wanted to hug Desler's neck. The two were about the same height, which made him feel a little awkward, "Basti, bow his head and bend down."

Deisler subconsciously obeyed, and then Fang Jue was satisfied. He hugged the captain's neck and said concisely, "Push the defense line forward! Strengthen the midfield's scramble! I only have one requirement, I don't want to see Espanyol players have room to easily get the ball!"

As he said that, Fang Jue clenched his right hand into a fist and waved it hard, "Force them! Let them think that the damn ball is a roasted potato, and no one wants to eat it!!!"

"clear!"

"In addition, tell Mata, Reus and Lewandowski to try long shots more! Shoot when you have the chance!" Fang Jue said, "Cameni is a goalkeeper who likes to attack. He is very active and excited. However, his height is a shortcoming, and high-altitude balls are shortcoming, and this guy often makes some low-level mistakes."

"Do you know what to do?" Fang Jue did not listen to Desler's answer, but directly pushed the team captain back into the field, "Go and tell everyone, I'm very satisfied! Come on!"

...

"I know that Cameni is a goalkeeper with a very fast reaction and can often make wonderful saves!" Sebalus did not agree with Fang Jue's adjustment and said, "Yes, he is 185 tall, which is a little short for the goalkeeper, but his bounce ability is not bad, so this shortcoming is not that fatal."

"Cameni yawned just now, did you see?" Fang Jue said.

"See it, this is a provocation." Sebas nodded.

"I don't care whether he is provoking or not, this guy is really boring. Other players have started to exercise, and he is the only one standing there alone." Fang Jue said, "This ghost weather is still relatively cold."

"Ah" Sebaslos opened his mouth, and he understood a little.

"The temperature in Barcelona is only about 1 degree Celsius now, and it's windy again today. Tell me, a goalkeeper, bored, swaying in front of the door, his hands and feet stiffened, what will happen?"

"A turnover?" said Sebalos.

"That's right!" Fang Jue nodded, "This guy's height is short and the cold weather, maybe we went in with just one shot."

"But, this is just a guess." Sebalus felt that he was about to be convinced by Fang Jue, but he still felt that 'this idea was too unusual'.

"In the first round of the La Liga, Espanyol 0:1 Valladolid, Spain lost the ball because of Cameni's butterfly player; in the 8th round of the league, Espanyol:1 Real Madrid, the ball they lost was also because Cameni missed Van Nistruei's weak shot; in the 13th round of the league, Cameni attacked but did not get the football, giving the opponent a chance to play an empty goal... In the 15th round of the league..." Fang Jue paused for a moment and looked at his assistant, which meant, would he still want me to continue talking?

Sebalus widened his eyes, and he was shocked. Are you a devil? I remember these data so clearly, just like a computer in my mind that can read and extract materials at any time.
Chapter completed!