.Mestana Stadium, Newcastle took the lead. When Flores jumped on the sidelines, Mr. Yang closed his eyes again. This game depends on staffing, and Newcastle has no advantage at all. The only positive thing is that Newcastle entered the game earlier than Valencia, because the Premier League had already started and La Liga had not started yet.

But if you compare the calculations, Master Yang is better than these straight Europeans. First, he hypocritically showed the media that he had no desire for the game, and then he arranged a 433 formation to catch Valencia off guard, then pulled back two forwards to do ladder defense, and used space to exchange for defense advantages. Of course, this provocative behavior of sitting on the bench to sleep is not part of the plan, because Master Yang is really sick. However, from the perspective of effect, this unintentional behavior is obviously better. Flores waved his big hand, and Valencia, who felt humiliated, over half the game.

Aneruci in the stands sighed in his heart that this Chinese coach is indeed not an ordinary person. He can sleep and get rid of his opponent. Wouldn't it be even more unlucky if Valencia is open with his eyes open?

Di Maria kept smacking her lips: "it's~cool. He is actually sleeping. It must be great to play football under him, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cruivet shot and flew out with a kick. However, Mr. Yang, who was sleeping, obviously did not see this. Rhodes stood on the sidelines, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Although he was an assistant coach, Mr. Yang might have fallen asleep. Although this game is very important, he will never overtake the command because of the urgent situation.

Rhodes was also making a small plan in his heart: the scene had not changed at this time. If the opponent was overestimated and the score was won back, he would not want to take the blame. But if there was no adjustment, what should the Spaniards get hit if there was a goal? In the final analysis, Rhodes still has feelings for Newcastle.

Rhodes looked at the big screen anxiously. When the ball was dead, the Spanish camera would cut to Newcastle's bench as soon as possible, giving Mr. Yang a big close-up - closing his eyes and pursing his lips, as if he was eating something, twitching his nose twice, and then adjusting his posture...

The Spanish fans in front of the TV and the scene felt like they were about to collapse. You are too big. You are all over the middle of the game and you are still sleeping? As long as the camera cuts to Mr. Yang, it will be a louder boo than at the beginning.

English commentator: "I think even Mijatovic comes to the Mestana Stadium in the Mestana, so he won't encounter such a huge booing." (Soundary Tips: In 1996, Serbian legendary Mijatovic bid farewell to the Bat Legion and turned to Real Madrid. This behavior attracted dissatisfaction among Valen fans. Before this, Mijatovic was always regarded as the hero of the Bat Legion, but the Serbians and Real Madrid reached a transfer agreement in private, and Real Madrid eventually earned it by paying liquidated damages. Therefore, Mijatovic was regarded as Judas by Valen fans, and the relationship between Real Madrid and the Bat Legion began to deteriorate from then on.)

A small group of Newcastle fans in the stands were silent and mixed with joy and sorrow. Be happy, now leading two goals and there is still a away goal, but the opponent bombarded the goal in front of the goal, and was frightened. Could it be that Mr. Yang did nothing like this? This damn Chinese! However, Newcastle fans can't get angry even if they want to be angry. After all, it is the sleeping person who commands the current team and has the current result.

Newcastle's chairman, Hall, is watching the live broadcast with his son Douglas Hall at home.

Old Hall seemed a little strange: "Our head coach is really a Wizard. I have never heard of any coach who can sleep so well on the bench."

Little Hall shrugged: "It seems that it's been exciting since he came. But this incident needs to be public relations again. Otherwise, Spain will be unhappy."

If you stand next to Valencia Chairman Soler at this time, you will definitely feel a fierce murderous aura. The wife who was watching the football with him in the box found that her husband's hair was a little messy. Soler really wanted to call Flores and told him to beat these arrogant British guys up. If the rules allow it, it would be better to beat the Chinese. But Soler finally restrained his anger. Sometimes such calls will only have the opposite effect. The significance of this game is not only whether it can save face, but also related to his chairman's future. The quota of the League Cup is at least proportional to the high investment before the season, so that it can also explain to the fans who choose him. Therefore, you must not mess it up.

The Newcastle players on the court also wanted to know when their head coach woke up, but looking at whether it was the sidelines or the big screen above his head, Master Yang slept so peacefully, the players always felt indifferent from the bottom of their hearts, as if the situation on the court was not so nervous - maybe this feeling is called confidence - the head coach is so calm, what else can we worry about? If there is really trouble, he will definitely wake up.

Hiller tightened his arms and put his captain's armband on his teammates and directed his teammates to return to defense. When he turned around, he found that Irving was walking back slowly.

The two of them looked at each other, and Hiller frowned, said nothing, turned his head and ran back.

Irving ran back two more steps symbolically and started to walk again. Irving turned his head and looked at the bench and thought to himself: Someone is still sleeping there...

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Liu Yunshang wiped the sweat from his head and took out a tray of cake from the oven. At this time, it was dinner time, and many people who bought cakes lined up in a long line. The boss collected money at the counter and took care of customers.

"Hurry up, Claudia." The boss ordered. Claudia is Liu Yunshang's English name.

"Okay, come now." Liu Yunshang put on gloves and took out the grill from the oven. The hot oven drawer accidentally rubbed her arm, instantly lifting a bubble. Liu Yunshang's hand shook, tears almost burst out from her eyes, almost throwing the oven drawer to the ground, but she finally gritted her teeth and put the cake in a difficult manner...

On the second floor of the building opposite the cake shop, a small camera was faithfully recording all this. A middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit shook his head helplessly, and he could not see the value of this goal at all. However, as a private detective, he had no time to find out the intention of his customers. Anyway, the girl's routine work and rest routine seemed like a clock. She had money to make money and had a good sleep. It was a great job for a third-rate private detective like him who had no commission.

Chino took a sip of the beer next to her and squirted out again. She accidentally flipped the ash into the cup just now. Oh~ It was a pity that half a glass of wine. Chino wiped the foam from the suit with his hands, looked up at his watch, and the girl would get off work in an hour. Her next stop should be the small apartment she lives in, which is a bit far away, but if you want to live in a cheaper place, you have to do this.

It's been a month, alas, I really want to know why someone hired me to do this? Chino muttered.

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When Mr. Yang was still sleeping with his nose on the bench, Flores calmed down from the rage. There are many ways to attack. Now this kind of attack that is pressing against the attack is not in line with Valencia's style, and it is not conducive to opening up the situation. The opponent is 11 people standing in the penalty area. As long as the defense is kept clean, you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to score? Moreover, you have to score three goals to advance. As you play like this, it seems that it hits the opponent's wishes.

Flores took advantage of a dead ball to place the next tactics on the court.

"Put the formation apart and kick it. Villa, you support it on two sides. Cruivet retreated to get the ball. After receiving the ball, he cooperated with the winger. Aimal, you tempted him to foul the rookie. Vincent, Negro, transfer the ball more, keep the ball in control, consume their energy, and we still have time."

The head coach's emotions and instructions were passed on to the court, and Valencia's players gradually began to find their own rhythm. Valencia's killer weapon was the attack on the wing and the mastery of football. If you hang into the penalty area with a big foot and compete for a header with a tall muscle defender, even Cruivette, who had just played in the Premier League for a year, would not get any advantage.

This arrangement undoubtedly reflects Flores' wisdom. The coach who can lead Getafe to relegation is not a false reputation. It was also Mr. Yang's team that forced him into such a familiar situation that awakened his wisdom.

Newcastle, who was originally pressed like a spring, suddenly lost pressure and released the tight strings. The breakthrough of Negro and Vincent's wings, and Villa's intersecting and running, as if a small saw blade was interspersed back and forth in the loose spring gap.

Aimal got the ball, and Ramechi grabbed it.

Aimal changed the line and broke through!

The whistle sounded.

The Ramechira fouls!

The referee stepped forward and warned Ramechi!

"Yellow card, yellow card, yellow card." Like domestic fans, Valencia fans also shouted slogans to put pressure on the referees, but the referee from Denmark is obviously commonplace for such fouls under high confrontation, and it is hard to say if they commit again.

Flores also expressed his dissatisfaction with the referee in body language on the sidelines. At this moment, he felt that the sound of the court seemed to have become smaller in an instant.

Flores raised his head and finally found the reason for suppressing the fans' voices - the big screen did not replay the foul just now, but aimed at Newcastle's bench. The gentleman who was still sleeping just now was walking from his seat to the coaching area drawn in front of him.

Mr. Yang tidied up his clothes and tidied his hair with his hands. All the fans at the audience looked at him curiously. Even the players on the court were distracted and looked at him.

Mr. Yang put his index finger at the camera that was taking a close-up, and his image was immediately projected on the big screen. Mr. Yang's meaning was very obvious - please be quiet. Valencia's fans immediately gave a deafening boo in response. No matter which player dares to do this action in Mestana, he will be treated like this. Now the first coach to win such a boo on this stadium has also appeared.

But Mr. Yang's next move almost made Valencia's fans fall from the stands. Mr. Yang clasped his hands together and made a pleading gesture in front of the camera, then closed his eyes and placed his hands together next to his ears.

"Uh... he means, you guys are quiet, I want to have a sleep? Yes? I don't know if he should be stupid or have the courage. At least in my opinion, he may be really sleepy. Look, the referee has walked towards him. Will he play cards? Oh, without playing cards, it seems that asking for sleep is not a provocation for the fans." The English commentator's tone was filled with respect for Mr. Yang. "I'm looking forward to the showdown between Newcastle and Chelsea in the Premier League. Someone once thought that this young coach was full of humility, kindness, and smile unique to the Chinese. Now we should refresh this impression."

After posing in front of the camera, Yang walked to the sidelines calmly and made a cheerful gesture to Ramechi. Then he pulled over Ameobi, who changed to the right forward, and told him a few words. "Tell them to pay attention to the defense in front of the penalty area, don't play too many people when attacking, and quickly counterattack and cherish the opportunity." Then, he returned to the bench and sat down, as if nothing had happened just now.

When Ramech saw the head coach's encouragement for him, his originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed. At this time, Hiller walked to him and patted him on the back.

"It's okay, be careful and don't foul again. Think about what Coach Yang said before."

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"Aimal's dribbling characteristics are that the right foot pulls the ball and the close-range change line. He usually uses his explosive power to break through the opponent at a short distance. If you turn around a little hesitate, the distance will be widened. Therefore, turning quickly and stuck in the position is an effective defense. Aimal's 70% of his passes will be completed from his left side, that is, your right side. If you can pretend to deceive him into thinking that you have lost your center of gravity, the success rate of defense will also increase."

Lamechi didn't take Master Yang's advice very seriously at the beginning. This coach likes to use probability learning to talk about football. This method was unprecedented in the past. The previous coach would at most say that the right foot of someone you are guarding is very powerful, be careful not to let him pass. Standing at the defensive position... Such a general statement depends entirely on his own understanding and ability when he goes to the court. And Master Yang's guidance is precisely the most effective way to make up for his lack of ability.

Ramechi almost managed to block Aimal behind him, but unfortunately he was a small step late. This greatly increased Ramechi's confidence, coupled with Master Yang's encouragement, the young man felt full of strength, and even his IQ increased several levels. (Uh... this is the rhetoric of art.)

Aimal got the ball again. Although he was ranked in the starting lineup by the head coach for a row, he obviously found that Flores' patience with him was gradually declining. Perhaps it was because of his discomfort with tactical play, or perhaps it was because there was no call between people. Looking back, it was still the fat coach Benitez who was particularly cute, at least he could give himself more room to play.

Aimal's responsibility in the Benitez era is very simple. The frontcourt libero is responsible for responding, organizing, and breaking through the ball. Now under Flores' rule, he has to organize the offense and cooperate with the defense. Aimal also feels that his patience is slowly consuming, and this is not the football he wants to play.

While Aimal was still struggling with the team's style of playing, another player was thinking about how to open up the situation.

He is David Villa.

He played in the Spanish Second Division for three years ago, with an average of 1 goal per 2 games. In 2005, he scored 15 goals in his second season in La Liga, and then transferred to Valencia for 12 million euros. For Valencia, this transfer fee is definitely a sky-high price. Fans are looking forward to the efficiency-type shooter bringing a steady stream of goals. But I didn't expect that after playing so many games, Villa didn't score a single goal, and these games even included the warm-up matches before the previous few seasons. Some people began to question whether this striker without speed advantage, gorgeous dribbling and elegant ball-like striker is worth so much money, and the pressure is pressing on this little man like a mountain. If you don't score, your next position will be worrying.

However, the English team in front of him is indeed much harder to deal with than the previous opponents. The tall and thin Dutchman next to him only knows how to shoot. The front midfielder Aimal passed a few good goals, but the Belgian defender in front of him did not give him a few chances. The head coach said that looking for opportunities on the wing was a good way. The rich experience of the small club allowed Villa to aim at the young Van der Bore on the right. If Newcastle still has weaknesses, then this kid is definitely one.

How to use him to score?

Negro got the ball, and Ameobi was pressing.

Villa received the ball, and Van Denbore forced him up and stood in his position.

"The heel was knocked on the ball and penetrated the crotch. Villa turned around, and Van Denbore swept the ball out of the sideline with one kick. The ball outside the boundary."

"Negronet, Bart came up to defend, Negro dribbled the ball horizontally, passed the ball, and then divided it to the left. Aurerio on the side intercepted and cooperated with Villa two and one to pass Van Denborre. Villa went down the bottom and passed the ball. Amar got the ball and shot, a fake move, shot!!! Hit on Ramech. Irving got the ball, but there was no Newcastle player in the frontcourt. Hiller was running towards the frontcourt. Ameobi was moving forward. Three to four in the frontcourt, Valencia should be careful. Bowyer was also plugging in at high speed!"

If this ball is entered, the victory will basically be secured.

Irving dribbles the ball.

Alberda, who was defending him, followed closely and forced Irving to the sidelines.

The experienced Alberda will never give Irving any chance to kick and pass the ball. If Newcastle people cooperate in the frontcourt, the consequences will be unimaginable.

If it was the Golden Boy in his heyday, of course he would ignore Alberda's defense. The court in front was wide and there was a large open area on the right. As long as the speed could be raised, it would be smooth. However, now Irving only feels that his lungs are lit. This is what the f1 racing car is blowing up.

Alberda was also hesitating in his heart. It seemed that Irving could not run anymore, and a tackle would likely destroy the ball. But if he was cheating, Irving accelerated not only to stop the ball when he was tackled, but it was likely to cause a foul or give him a chance to pass the ball.

Is it a problem to shovel or not to shovel!?

Alberda threw his body out with a big step. At the moment of tackle, he had made a decision. If he couldn't stop the ball, he would lose his balance.

Tackle!!

The sneakers slid towards the ball at high speed against the grass, and the skin rubbed against the tender green grass, making a slight sound. Owen seemed to hear the whistling sound of a train coming from under his feet.

Speed ​​up? Or handicap?

Irving's toes touch the football.

...

The ball stopped at Alberda's toes, and Irving fell heavily on the grass.

The Danish referee raised his hands and signaled that there was no foul.

Alberda scored a pass, and the ball passed through the halfway point to Vincent on the other side.

The scene reversed!!!

Newcastle players began to twist and run back. When Bower shut up, he fell on the lawn.

Vincent took off the ball and pulled it forward.

Pass the ball.

Newcastle was making offside. Cruivet was also standing in offside. Boomsun raised his hand.

Villa! It was Villa who received the ball.

He was on the left just now, when did he run to the middle?

At the top of the penalty area, there was no one who was guarding him. Only Vermullen stepped forward to block it!

spike!

Vermalen watched as Villa gently wiped the ball away from his side. Then he pulled his left leg apart - bang!!!

About twenty yards away from the goal, goalkeeper Jiwen stood in the middle of the goal.

The ball drew a curved arc and flew towards the upper left corner of the goal.

This ball has no solution!!!
Chapter completed!