At night, a taxi car quickly ran in downtown Madrid.

The driver looked very anxious and kept honking the horn, urging the car in front, and kept muttering and scolding.

"Damn it, can't you hurry up? It's too late!"

Finally arrived at the fork in the road, he pressed the steering wheel hard, turned into an alley, and got rid of the rolling traffic.

The interior decoration of the car is no different from an ordinary taxi car. There is a photo frame hanging on the main console. The background of the photo is at night. It is a photo of the fat driver Juan and Atletico Madrid acting head coach Gao Han, and there is also a Chinese signature on it.

At this time, a sound came from the walkie-talkie next to the photo frame.

"Juan, Juan, did you hear it?"

The taxi driver frowned, grabbed him, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Someone is calling a taxi near you, you can go over and pick it up!"

"Oh, please, I will order one after another tonight. Can I give me a rest?"

"He's very anxious..."

"I'm even more anxious. The car had a tire blown, and I encountered a traffic jam again. I parked on the main road. Do you let me fly over?"

“…Okay, I’ll let someone else go.

"That's right, that's it!"

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, the driver threw the steering wheel and finally got out of the alley and entered another street.

The driver was familiar with the streets in the south of the city. Soon, he braked suddenly and stopped at the door of a bar.

Get off the car and close the door, the chubby driver suddenly crashed into the bar door.

Just then, a burst of cheers broke out inside, so no one heard him.

"Hey, Juan." The bartender noticed him.

"Hey, a bottle of beer." Juan knocked on the bar, "How is it? Is it started?"

Asked, he looked at the TV where everyone looked up to.

On the TV, the two sides are gradually walking out of the player channel, and the commentator is obviously introducing the starting lineup of the two teams.

"You're here in time and you're about to start." The bartender smiled and handed over a bubbled beer.

"Our head coach is so bold."

"Hmm?" Juan grabbed the beer and slurped it all over. With a whisper, he put it back on the bar, "Get another glass."

"Marcos Senna starts!"

"What?" Juan was shocked and looked at the TV again, not introducing Atletico Madrid anymore.

The TV screen shows Real Mallorca players, and the commentator is also introducing Mallorca's starting list.

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"The goalkeeper is Leo Franco, and the defense is Michel Soler, Fernando Nino, Michel Nadal and Javier Olesora."

"The two players in the middle are Vicente Ngonga and Alvaro Novo, Ariel Ibagasa on the left, Finidi George on the right, and Albert Luke and Etoo on the double strikers."

"Aragones has played Mallorca's most powerful main lineup, which is still the 442 tactics they are familiar with. The two young players on the front line, the 23-year-old Luke and the 20-year-old Etoo, have performed very well this season."

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As soon as he saw Real Mallorca's starting lineup, the fans in the bar were in an uproar.

"Oh my God, Aragones is going to fight us!"

"Who said no? This is Mallorca's strongest lineup this season!"

"It's really troublesome now."

"Can we do it?"

"Who knows? God bless you!"

Fans obviously are not optimistic about Atletico Madrid, after all, Real Mallorca is too strong.

This team is the most eye-catching team in the La Liga since the winter break, especially in recent rounds, which have repeatedly defeated strong opponents, remained unbeaten, and achieved impressive results.

The fat driver Juan sat in front of the bar and was immediately angry when he heard everyone's disgusting words.

The reason why he was able to become a celebrity in this bar was because he once took a high and cold journey in downtown Madrid late at night and successfully left a signature photo for Atletico Madrid's acting head coach.

That photo, and that experience, made him a celebrity in this bar.

And at this time, he felt that he had to stand up and say something.

"Hey, hey, it's all quiet, it's all quiet!" He gently knocked on the bar with a beer bottle.

Everyone immediately looked over.

"Aren't the competition just about to start? Is he giving up so quickly? Is this the son of the sea god?"

Everyone was silent.

"Aragones is a hero, but we are not bears either. We don't need him to stay. We must defeat him openly, right?"

"It's right!"

"Well said!"

"That's right, Juan!"

The fat driver Juan immediately raised the beer in his hand, "Come on, to Atletico Madrid!"

"Congratulations to Atletico Madrid!"

"Atle Madrid will win!"

"It will win!"

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The competition finally started!

Just like most football games, this highly-attractive focus showdown did not enter the fast lane from the beginning, and both sides adopted steady tactics to test the other side.

Whether it is Aragones' 442 or Gao Han's 4312, it is based on the first step to grasp the defense.

Even if I don't score, I must not let the opponent score first.

But in the first minute of the game, the referee blew up a foul, targeting Atletico Madrid's Marcos Senna!

The fans of Calderon Stadium did not respond at all. Perhaps they thought it was just a very ordinary foul, but Gao Han, who was standing on the sidelines, applauded Marcos Senna.

"Good job!" Gao Han smiled.

Brazil's midfield foul target was Real Mallorca's Argentine midfielder Ariel Ibagasa.

Almost as soon as the Argentinian received the ball, Marcos Senna posted it on, breaking the rules when he was tangled with the ball.

This is a foul that no one cares about, and even the referee almost forgot after he just yelled it.

But soon, not long after, I blew it again.

Or Marcos Senna.

It was still a foul while defending Ariel Ibagasa.

As soon as the Argentinian received the ball, the Brazilian would get involved and make a foul.

"Okay!" Gao Han applauded again.

But not long after, it came again.

It's still the same person, the same object, and the same time.

However, the location of the foul has changed.

Gradually, fans also noticed Atletico Madrid midfielder, the dark-skinned Brazilian midfielder.

He looks ordinary and inconspicuous.

Even if it was a foul, he did it very neatly.

As soon as the opponent's ball path was broken, the referee's whistle blew, he retreated without any nostalgia.

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"It's interesting!" Aragones smiled slightly.

The formation of the Royal Mallorca is 442, but in fact, it is not the traditional 442.

Now the mainstream European football world is not the four-four-two with the two wings flying together, but the front midfielder.

The so-called front midfielder is to put organizations and ball-handling experts like Zidane on the side, but in the game, he cuts to the middle and attacks the opponent's ribs.

But this is only part of it.
To be continued...