Chapter 022: Fight! (I ask for a recommendation ticket, collection)

"Alright, guys, I have something to say before the game starts." Fang Jue clapped his palms and said.

Everyone looked over and wanted to hear what the 'rookie' coach would say.

"I've heard some talk, I don't know if you've heard it." Fang Jue said in a deep voice.

"The Orehuela feel that they have won this game."

"No, exactly, they feel like they're going to think about winning us a few goals right now." Fang Jue looked at everyone, "I don't know what everyone thinks, anyway, I'm very unhappy." ”

Fang Jue nodded towards assistant coach Ceballos.

Ceballos didn't speak, turned on the computer, clicked on the video file, to be honest, he didn't understand Fang Jue's move, the game was about to start, not to say anything useful, but to put some messy video for the players to see.

What's the use of that?

It is worthy of being a network administrator.

The players also felt inexplicable, and even the old captain Di Nieto, who had always maintained a minimum of respect for the other party, was also a little disappointed.

"What the hell?" Some players muttered dissatisfied.

"Hey, Llorente, listen to the coach." A voice suddenly rang out.

Wow!

Everyone was stunned and looked at Clement with an excited expression on his face.

This guy ...... Unexpectedly, it was Clement who stood up and publicly supported Fang Jue at this time!

Of course, there are also people who don't believe it, they think that Clement is deliberately making trouble, and after a while the video is played, there will definitely be strange words.

The crowd whispered.

……

"This is an Orehuira fan." Someone said after seeing the video.

"Excuse me, what do you think of this game?" A journalist-like guy interviewing Oliveira fans.

"Of course we won the game, is there any doubt about that?" The interviewee said.

"However, Ibiza now need to be relegated and they will certainly not give up." The journalist said.

"Them?" A fan leaned over with a contemptuous look on his face, "yes, they didn't give up, they have always been the bottom one, and the results are very stable." ”

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding Orehuira fans burst into laughter.

"Three to zero!"

"Hey David, I guess it's five to zero!"

"No, no, no, eleven to zero, we're playing table tennis, oh oh!"

These obviously drunk Orevela fans shouted loudly.

The Ibiza players in the dressing room did not look good, in all fairness, they really had little confidence in this game, and some guys had even accepted the result of the defeat in advance, but their own lack of confidence and fighting spirit did not mean that they could be indifferent to this contempt from the opposing fans.

This is already bordering on humiliation.

The next image is the arrival of Oliveira's players in Ibiza, the players are talking and laughing, and some are taking pictures with digital cameras, which is not for the game, but for tourism.

Fang Jue had to praise the guy who shot the video for having a very photographic feeling, the capture was very good, and in the close-up, all the players of Orehuela were laughing and happy.

Fang Jue walked to the computer, pressed pause, and the screen froze on a selfie and gesture of an Oliveira player:

The Orevela player smiled at the camera.

Originally, there was nothing in this shot, but, connecting the past and the next, this is a bit of a sight to make people want to hit people.

……

"I don't know what you guys think, but I'm not very happy. I don't want to discuss the current standings and strength of the two teams, I just know that we are a professional team and our opponents are our league opponents! Fang Jue raised his voice suddenly, "I don't care what Ibiza's previous results are or what the impression is. I know only one thing - we are looked down upon, no, humiliated, utterly despised and humiliated! ”

Fang Jue's voice was excited, "In their eyes, you are a dish they are ready to swallow in one bite, no, no, no, you are like a little girl who can be teased and bullied at any time!" ”

There was silence in the locker room.

Fang Jue observed calmly, and he could feel the anger in everyone's eyes.

There is an effect.

At this time, it would be nice if someone stood up and raised his arms in response, and he looked at the team's old captain, Dinieto.

Well, Di Nieto was about to get up, when someone suddenly held him down, and someone next to him stood up suddenly.

"Coach! Say no more! ”

It's Clement!

Everyone makes eye contact, look, you know this guy is going to make trouble.

"Clement, shut up!" Captain Dignetto hurriedly said that he was about to get up...... He was held down by an emotional Clement again.

"Coach! We all listen to you! Clement's face was red and emotional, "You say, how are we going to play this game!" We listen to you! Fight with the Oliveirans! ”

Everyone:(⊙_⊙)!

God, hell!

……

"Good!" Fang Jue nodded, "I'm very happy, there are still people whose blood is hot, and they are not willing to be humiliated like this!" Clement, you're good! ”

"Nope! Instructor! Clay shook his fist and roared, "It's you, you've influenced me, I'm willing to fight for you!" ”

Brush Brush Brush!

All the friends were stunned, looking at Clement dumbfounded, who was before, who had been shouting, saying that Fang Jue was incapable, that he was a rookie, and that Ibiza was finished?

I can't believe that you Clement is such a person!

Where's the festival?!

What about the face?!

Or did we misunderstand you?

"You're wrong, the game wasn't played for me." Fang Jue said, "It's for yourselves, you have to prove to your opponents that you can be defeated, but you must not be humiliated!" ”

"Yes, Coach, you're right!" Clement waved his right arm and shouted at the crowd, "Guys, the coach is right, we're fighting the Oliveira people!" ”

People are gregarious, and they are also the easiest to conform to the herd, and even Fang Jue's former biggest 'opponent' Clement was 'instigated' by him, so impassioned, other players were also infected.

"That's right!"

"Fight with the Oliveira people!"

……

"Very well, everyone listen." Fang Jue's expression was serious, and his voice was low and powerful.

'If the tee shot is in our hands, don't rush to attack.'

"If the kick-off is in their hands, just right, let them attack, and we will do a good job of defending and counterattacking!"

"The most important thing is to defend well and don't concede goals!"

"The Orevela people said that if they want to play a table tennis score, we have to show them our strength!"

"Don't concede a goal in the first half! They'll be impatient! ”

"So, what I ask everyone is to don't concede a goal in the first half of the game!"

"Can you do it?"

"Yes!" Clement led the crowd to raise their arms and shout.

The old captain Di Nieto was also chanting, but he was a little confused, and at this moment, he even felt that Clement was more suitable than him to be the captain.

Assistant coach Ceballos was completely stunned, looking at the cheering players, he opened his mouth wide, how long has it been since Ibiza's players have been so scrappy?

What did that guy do?

Just put a video and said a few words, it really worked?!

Looking at Clement who was shouting excitedly, Ceballos fell into deep self-doubt: Is he really inferior to Fang Jue?

Fang Jue nodded with satisfaction, he just took over the team and faced the game the next day, well, the time is too short, he has no talent, but he doesn't have time to change anything, but he can...... Fight chicken blood!

……

The door to the home team's dressing room was pushed open, and the Ibiza players rushed out with red eyes and screams, just in time to see the visitors come out.

What's going on?

Why did the Ibiza guys look so fierce?

Led by captain Di Nieto, the starters walked briskly down the tunnel.

Clement was going to rush forward as well.

"What do you do?" Fang Jue grabbed him.

"I, I'm going to ......"

"Go to the bench!" Fang Jue said coldly, with a look of disgust.

This made Clement look sad and angry, he hated himself, why didn't he perform well to win the favor and attention of the coach, why?! Why?!

He hates himself, he has no blood, and there is no way to repay!

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