April 1st, April Fools' Day.

Fang Jue entered the system and held a quarterly lottery.

Seeing the prize pool pointer spinning rapidly, Fang Jue shouted in his heart: Lucky ball! Lucky ball!

Yes, the "consolation prize" [yellow lucky ball] that appeared frequently in the monthly lottery has always been regarded as a waste of money by Fang Jue, and even a little disliked. However, after the match with Barcelona, ​​Fang Jue now loves the "lucky ball" to death. He even looks forward to the "lucky ball" to be drawn in the quarterly prize.

However, the result was a little disappointed.

【Psychological Therapy Master】Card.

What is this?

The systematic description shows that after the so-called [Psychological Therapy Master] card is used by the head coach, it can enlighten and treat the players under his command who are "mentally depressed".

I'll give you my lungs!

What's the use of this card?

Desler did have 'depression' before, but now Captain Ibiza has recovered, and it's okay to not have the sunlight too lively.

He also didn't see anyone's tendency to be depressed.

This [Psychological Therapy Master] card is simply not as good as a useless person. Do you want him to find a player with mental depression all over the world, or ask Deisler if he had any patients with good talent and extraordinary abilities at the time, and then sign in Ibiza and treat them with considerate feelings? Don't be funny, okay?

In short, the [psychotherapy master] I drew this time was Fang Jue’s most disappointing time.

"System, if this bad card can be useful, I will be your grandson." Fang Jue muttered unhappily.

...

"Redeem the prize!" Fernando was in high spirits and handed the lottery to the staff.

"Hello, Mr. Fernando, after tax payment, the bonus is 036.38 euros." The fashionable-dressed female staff handed the check to Fernando, "Please get it."

"Well, thank you." Fernando looked at the girl with little freckles in front of him, and felt like a cat's paws were scratching. He wanted to chat with him, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only pretend to be arrogant.

"Mr. Fernando, is there anything else?" the girl blinked and smiled.

"I, can I call you Tracy? Miss Behra," asked Fernando.

"Of course, then I'll call you Carl, too?" said Tracy Anderbera Behra.

"sure."

"Carl, you're awesome." Miss Tracy's eyes were staring. "I calculated that you have already paid 31,653.38 euros in the past six months. You must be a gambling expert."

"No, I just used my expertise." Fernando smiled and shook his head, holding the wall with his right hand and putting his left hand on his hip. "I am a reporter, a football reporter."

"Really? Oh my God, I'm also a fan, I'm a big fan of my hometown team." Tracy said happily.

"Miss Tracy, you're off work later. How about I treat you to coffee?"

"I won't go out to have coffee with men casually," said Tracy, "unless the man's name is Carl Fernando."

Fernando felt that he was going to drown in Tracy's big, shiny eyes that were not effective.

...

"Oh, Carl, you're awesome." Tracy said against her will when she looked at Fernando, exhausted and panting.

Fernando had no time to speak, he was so tired that he made up his mind to break up with his right hand from today, and he would be able to accumulate strength.

Holding Tracy, Fernando looked at the ceiling in a daze. He was absolutely ridiculous. He went against his original intention to flatter that bastard and bought his team to win. He was waiting for the day of dawn. Unexpectedly, he first made a lot of money by buying the ball, and now he met the beautiful Tracy because of this. He was able to say goodbye to his right hand who had been in love for fifteen years...

Reality is like a dream bubble, making Fernando a little confused.

He sighed, and he suddenly felt a little worried. If this continues, will he really have a day to cleanse himself?

...

"Aubameyang has been working hard these days. He will practice shooting more after training." Sebasus praised Aubameyang and said to Fang Jue.

"Well, it's not bad..." Fang Jue nodded. What is Aubameyang's killer weapon? Fang Jue believes it is lightning speed and ghostly running. However, Aubameyang's shooting skills are really average. There are still many cases where Gabonese shooters waste good opportunities. If Aubameyang can improve in shooting, then this kid's future achievements will be higher, and Ibiza will also have a bigger offensive weapon.

"Young people have a little poor basic skills, it doesn't matter. As long as they are willing to work hard, they will definitely make great progress." Sebaslos said with a smile, and then his mouth suddenly closed.

Fang Jue was also very excited. During the match, Aubameyang received a pass from Fareco and turned offside to the penalty area. Facing the attacking goalkeeper Simon Wright, he shot with a volley and the football directly missed the goal.

"Yeah, there is indeed progress." Fang Jue nodded, "If it were Aubameyang before, he would have deviated by 100 cm from the pillar, but now he deviated by 90 cm from the distance, there is progress."

Sebalos:┗┛.

The training of the day ended. After the team was disbanded, Fang Jue called Aubameyang and patted him on the shoulder, "Pierre, come on."

"Yeah!" The shooting level was still as usual, which made him a little discouraged. Aubameyang, who was hesitating whether to continue practicing more, was immediately like a doll full of energy, and immediately became energetic. The Gabonese kid hummed a song and went to practice more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more is that the Polish kid's shooting level seems to have improved again.

...

On April 5, 2008, in the third round of the Spanish Second Division of the 007/008 season, Ibiza played against Celta at home.

"Bastard! That guy is acting!" Fang Jue was so angry that he cursed on the sidelines, which won him the referee's harsh verbal warning. The referee warned Fang Jue to shut up and chatter and then punished him to go to the stands.

Fang Jue was so angry that he watched No. 19 in Vigo Celta get up like nothing, and waved to the stands of the Athletic Stadium in Ibiza like provocatively.

The young man who made Fang Jue extremely angry was Vigo Celta's young forward Diego Costa. The 19-year-old Brazilian forward was like a messenger, making the court uneasy. In the originally peaceful game, the smell of gunpowder between the two sides gradually arose.

This is the 61st minute of the game.

Diego Costa has had at least four or five clashes with Ibiza's players.
Chapter completed!