Parler, who had just returned from 'inquiring about information', happened to see this scene. He followed up and asked Li Ang, "Aren't you..."
Li Ang knew what Parler was going to ask. He shook his head and said, "Now, Parada is still my player. His performance is indeed good, so I naturally want to praise him."
After hearing this, Parler stared at Li Ang and looked up and down.
"What's wrong?" Li Ang looked at his body and saw that there was nothing wrong.
"You're going to be a great coach," Parler said.
"I know." Li Ang said with a smile.
Neither of the two people understood what the other person meant. Li Ang thought that Parler was just saying polite words casually, but what Parler meant was that you, at such a young age, don’t hesitate to be cruel when it’s time to do so.
It would be a bit cruel to purge Gijon's genius as you say, but he also has a humane side. Of course, this humaneness is only suitable for the players under his command. It is impossible for such a coach not to be affected by his own
The support and support of the players.
"How's it going?" Li Ang asked Parler, referring to the fact that he asked Parler to inquire about the information. After he came back, he still didn't tell the results of the inquiry.
"Ah, they went back!" Parler smiled awkwardly, forgetting the most important thing, "They left Maleo directly, probably going to downtown Gijon."
"It's done." Li Ang excitedly clapped his hands.
Parler is also very happy. The entire coaching team has a share in today's plan. He is also very happy that it can be successful.
"Real Madrid must be very satisfied with Parada's performance." Parler said, and at the same time he looked at Li Ang doubtfully, "If Real Madrid contacts us to buy Parada, what are our requirements?"
What Parler means is, what can Sporting Gijon get from this deal, or to put it bluntly, what does Li Ang want from Real Madrid?
"Player exchange." Li Ang said seriously, with a look in his eyes, "Replace with Parada and Real Madrid." Li Ang doesn't know what Parada's future will be, but it is definitely not a success, but on Real Madrid's side,
Many of those young people will be quite famous in the future. Even the Real Madrid under-17 youth A team, which Li Ang once coached, has many good prospects. Li Ang is jealous.
If Parada can be exchanged for any one of them, Li Ang and Sporting Gijon will make a profit.
"What if Real Madrid are willing to use money to buy people?" Parler asked.
"Then we will offer a price that they cannot afford," Li Ang said, "forcing them to resort to player exchange."
Parler now understands that Li Ang is actually more inclined to exchange players, or that he originally went there for the purpose of player exchange.
However, as a young player, his worth is not high and cannot be sold at a high price. Player exchange seems to be the best option.
Therefore, Parler quite approves of Li Ang's decision.
Now, Sporting Gijon is waiting for Real Madrid to inquire about the price.
In the locker room, Parada was a little silent.
Li Ang glanced at the child, ignored him, and began to speak.
He praised the players' performance and asked everyone not to be proud and to keep up their efforts in the second half of the game.
These are actually just nonsense, but they are very necessary. What Sporting Gijon needs most now is encouragement, support and regaining confidence.
With a one-goal lead, the advantage was not obvious. Li Ang asked the team to work harder in the second half and strive to score another goal to seal the victory.
At this time, Li Ang's cell phone rang. He looked at the number and found that it was the club chairman Manuel Arango calling.
"Parler." He pointed to the door.
Parler nodded, indicating that he understood.
Li Ang walked out, closed the door, and then answered the phone.
"Li! Great job!" As soon as the call was connected, old Arango's voice rushed out. Li Ang even felt that he could feel the excitement on the other end of the phone.
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman." Li Ang said, "What's the matter with your call?"
It's halftime at this time. The head coach has a lot to do and shouldn't be disturbed. Mr. Chairman called at this time. Is there something big going on?
"Can this game be won?" asked Arango Sr.
"Uh, sir, winning is naturally my goal, but there is still half a game, so I can't make any guarantees now." Li Ang told the truth, although he desperately hopes to win the game, and now Sporting Gijon
They are also the side with the lead, but there is still half a game left, and Orlens is not without his best efforts. Therefore, it is obviously unwise to predict the outcome of the game now.
"No! We must win! We must win!" Old Arango said on the phone, and Li Ang knew that he could feel the serious expression of the Chairman on the other end of the phone.
Li Ang felt strange, "Sir, can I ask the reason?" During the halftime break of the team, the chairman directly called and ordered that the game must be won. This is unusual. There must be a reason.
"I hate this team and their president!" Old Arango shouted, "This game must be won! I want to show that guy the true strength of my team! Hey, Lee,
You’re not going to tell me you can’t do it, are you?”
"Of course -" Li Ang scratched his head, "Of course not! I am confident."
"That's enough." Old Arango interrupted, "I told that bastard that you would give him an unforgettable game, but the guy didn't think so. He looked down on you! Even if you are doing it for yourself,
We have to win this game too.”
Li Ang laughed when he heard this. The chairman actually used the provocative method. It can be seen that the chairman of Orens must have done something very excessive...
However, he really used aggressive tactics. He knew that the chairman would not talk nonsense. The chairman of Orlens looked down on him, a Chinese coach, and made rude remarks. This must be true.
You look down on me, right? Just wait and see.
Before returning to the locker room, Fernandez found Li Ang. What he meant was that the score was overtaken in the first half and the boys were very excited. He was worried that the players would be overly excited and proud, and that there would be changes in the second half.
Parler also expressed the same concern. Both coaches are also extremely eager to win, and some are worried about gains and losses. Sporting Gijon really needs a victory so much.
Li Ang nodded, this is indeed something that needs attention. He looked at the players, and suddenly he had an idea and pushed the door open.
"The call just now." He pointed to his mobile phone and said to the players, "it was from Mr. Chairman. He was very angry."
The players looked over in surprise. The team scored two goals in a row when trailing 0-1. This was considered a good performance. The chairman was not happy. Why?!
Everyone focused their attention on Li Ang.
"Well, Mr. Chairman is satisfied with our performance in the first half of the game." Li Ang said, "The reason for his anger is that the chairman of Orens has been making noises around him. They scored a goal. He
He unscrupulously ridiculed us and looked down on us. We scored a goal and overtook the lead. He said we were a fluke! And he promised that the second half of the game would be good for us!"
After hearing Li Ang's words, the faces of the young men changed, and anger began to appear in their eyes.
"The chairman is very angry. He believes that his players are the best and should not be so humiliated!"
Hearing what Li Ang said, the boys' eyes lit up. It turned out that Mr. Chairman valued us so much. They had always thought that only geniuses like Parada were in the eyes of big men like Mr. Chairman.
Of course Manuel Arango didn't say that, but it was what Li Ang said deliberately. He is now taking every opportunity to praise these players and enhance their self-confidence. This time he took the club president's skin off
That's all.
"Mr. Chairman asked me, can I win the game?" Li Ang said, pausing for a moment.
The players all looked at him, gritting their teeth, angry at the behavior of the boss of Orlens.
"I said." Li Ang said, "We will beat Orens to death!" Li Ang looked at his players and suddenly shouted.
At this moment, the locker room was like a volcano erupting.
"Fuck them!" the boys from Gijon roared and howled.
"Victory!" Li Ang raised a finger, "A great victory! Other than that, I will not accept any result!"
"Oh oh oh oh!" the players howled, they couldn't wait for the game to start now.
The whole locker room was on fire.
The two assistant coaches, Fernandez and Parler, had their mouths wide open. They were stunned. Is this okay?!
