Although the competition only started for more than ten minutes, for Fang Jue, his psychology went through a wonderful process in these ten minutes.

Nervous, this is inevitable.

Seeing his goal being besieged, Fang Jue was nervous, and he was worried that Ibiza's goal might fall in the next second.

This Ibiza's defensive ability is very average, and in addition, Ibiza's offensive scoring ability is even worse.

In this case, he can only win the opponent in the first half. In the stalemate stage of the second half, he uses his means to score a goal and then defend the lead of one goal. This is the only way Fang Jueconomic has repeatedly chosen for the team to win the game.

Before the game, Fang Jue gave Ibiza's players a lot of blood, inspiring the team's fighting spirit, and finally proposed the goal of not losing the ball in the first half.

This goal is to motivate the whole team to work hard, and it is also a huge pressure. Under heavy pressure, if the goal is lost in the first half or even too early, then the fighting spirit of Ibiza's players may be hit hard, and it is not impossible to lose a thousand miles in the end.

...

Every attack by Orivira will make Fang Jue's heart beat faster.

In many people's impression, compared to the players, the head coach only directed the game on the sidelines within 90 minutes, without strenuous exercise, it was very comfortable and stylish.

However, the fact is that coaches are under greater pressure than players. According to the study of cardiovascular health problems of Spanish football head coaches, 44% of the head coaches of Spanish teams currently have cardiovascular patients. If the pressure is too high, being in a tense state is likely to cause tachycardia.

Fang Jue has also seen this report. Now he has personally told everyone that what this report says is true.

Really nervous!

Heartbeat accelerates.

But...it's so exciting!

This feeling can probably be described in this way

"You hit me."

"Bang!"

"Oh! Didn't reach it! Didn't hit it!"

"Bang!"

"I still haven't hit it!"

"Bang!"

"Oh my! Almost! I'm scared to death!"

"Bang!"

"Can't hit! A little bit!"

"Come on! Keep going!"

"Oh! I didn't hit it! Hehehe!"

So exciting!

Yes, Fang Jue thought he would be afraid, but when the whistle sounded at the beginning of the game, the fear was not gone, but it was rarely, more nervous, and then there was the stimulation feeling after the nervousness.

Orevira's attack was very threatening, which made his heart beat faster. When the attack returned in vain, he felt a stimulating feeling of surviving the disaster: if you don't die like this, I am indeed destined to be in my destiny.

Not only that, Fang Jue is now focusing on observing the competition. He is like a dry sponge, analyzing and absorbing nutrients in this stimulating wave.

He was observing his opponents, figuring out Orevira's tactics, and looking for their loopholes.

At the same time, Fang Jue is also observing his players, who are in good condition and who is more hardworking in his tactics, and these will be remembered in his heart.

...

"Ibiza is passive in all directions. It has been more than twenty minutes of the game. Let's look at the data, zero!" Fernando said, "Ibiza didn't even shoot once! And their opponent Orivera, they have completed six shots! The team is so passive, Coach Fang, please come up with some solutions. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before his team loses the ball."

On the court, Orivera's forward Bieber received a pass from his teammate. After stopping the ball from his chest outside the penalty area, he suddenly took a long shot.

Ibiza's old goalkeeper Simon Wright had no time to react at all. Fortunately, he was lucky and the football hit the post and bounced out.

Sebalus jumped in a hurry and walked around the sidelines.

"We only saw assistant coach Sebalus anxiously approaching the game, and he was just sitting in the coach's seat in a daze. Who is Ibiza's head coach?"

At this moment, Ibiza instigated a counterattack. Their genius player Fareco dribbled the ball and was knocked to the ground by Orevira's defender, and the football also went out of the sideline.

The referee signaled that this was an out-of-bounds ball and there was no foul.

"This is a foul! A foul! They ruined our chance to counterattack!" Fang Jue, who had been "sitting firmly", seemed to have a spring installed under his butt, jumped up and roared.

"Oh, let's see, Ibiza coach Fang, his butt finally left the seat, he was very angry." Fernando said, "However, he does seem to have reasons for being angry. This interception is indeed suspected of foul."

Fang Jue was very angry. He could see clearly off the court that this was Ibiza's rare counterattack opportunity. Orivera's defense was empty, and the young man Fareco was very fast. As long as he rushed over, there would be a large open area ahead.

"This is a sure foul! That guy should be sent off!" Fang Jue kept chatting.

Seeing that the home team's head coach was out of control, the fourth official had to come and stop him.

"Sir, please be careful to control your emotions."

"Control your emotions? OK, tell me first, is that a foul?"

"Sir, if you do this, I can only ask the referee to come." The fourth official said with a serious expression and threatened that he was ready to call the referee.

"Is it okay to complain a few words?" Fang Jue returned to the coach's seat in disappointment.

Fourth official:...

...

The game continues.

It was still a familiar process, and Orivera didn't care at all that he was almost hit by Ibiza just now, and they continued to put pressure on Ibiza's goal.

Like their fans' psychology, facing the last team and on the verge of bankruptcy, Ibiza, who has just changed coaches and is coached by a rookie coach, Orevia's players also think that they will win easily in this game and are likely to be a big victory.

Now, the besiege has been nearly half an hour, and it is still zero to zero, which is obviously unacceptable to Orewera's players.

Ibiza's goal is like a small boat in a turbulent wave, which may capsize at any time.

Seeing that his team was so passive and embarrassed, booed in the stands at the Athletic Stadium of Ibiza.

"So passive!"

"You may lose the ball at any time!"

"I've said it a long time ago, Fang can't do it."

"I know Fang, he has the best-in-class grass cutting skills! Ha!"

"Alfonso's old guy is so confused!"

Ibiza fans were anxious and talked a lot, pointing their fingers straight at Fang Jue.

"This cannot be blamed on Fang." Queros defended Fang Jue, "This is our strength!"

"Yes, Orivira ranks fifth, where are we?" said Harvey.

"Yes, yes!" said Blanco.

Queros' other friends did not speak, and they did not recognize Fang Jue as coaching the team, but did not publicly accuse or oppose it because of the sensibility.

Everyone glanced at the three guys and ignored what they said. They all knew that they were Fang's friends and their butts had long been crooked.

"But" at this time, a tender voice said, "I think Fang is doing a good job!"

Everyone looked over and said, David Bellmandy's son.

Being stared at by everyone, Little Bellmandy was a little scared, especially his son, Bellmandy, looked even more unhappy. His son actually surrendered to the enemy. Should he beat him? Or... to death?

"Isn't it?" said the little guy, "at least, we haven't lost the ball yet."

The child's voice is not loud, but it is clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

"David is right." Someone suddenly recalled and said, "We were eliminated by Orivera in the Copa del Rey game, but we lost three goals in the first half!"
Chapter completed!