Amid the commotion of everyone, another three minutes passed.

Sampaio spread his hands helplessly and said: "Everyone, everyone! You are all professional players. You should understand that the boss represents the club, and the club's decision will naturally have its own reasons."

"But……"

"Don't be hesitant, the second half of the game is coming! Listen to me, from the first second, for the club, for the fans, for the victory... press me and press me! Attack and attack again!"

As Sampaio finished speaking, the intermission time was completely over.

Under the urging of the game officials, the players had no choice but to line up and walk out.

At this time, Simon King also found that he had been fooled.

But he had been locked in the office by Pedro, and his cell phone was left in the locker room.

Although he tried his best to knock on the door, his call for help received no response due to the shouts of the fans on the football field.

What made him even more anxious was that the players seemed to have forgotten their arrangements. They actually started playing offensive football in the first second of kick-off.

Not only did the two fullbacks press the opponent's 35-meter area, but even the most stable and rational Marco Paul rushed to the top of the opponent's penalty area.

"Are you crazy?" Simon King, who was standing by the window watching the game, was furious.

But the room he was in, located on the west side of the stadium, was not only blocked by a large LED screen, but even the stands nearby did not include a single fan for safety reasons!

Five minutes later, due to the heavy pressure from the Vesena team, their already poor ball control problem was finally exposed.

The first mistake was made by the team's star midfielder Shao Mu. After he retreated to get the ball, he couldn't find a support player, so he had to force the ball to break through under the attack of two defenders.

Although his skills and dribbling were excellent, he was not a world-class star like Messi after all, so the ball was quickly scooped out.

Normally, Shao Mu would have Marco Paul and Claudemire behind him, and they could make up defense in time.

But now, these two midfielders have obeyed U19 coach Sampaio's order and ran to the side of the court.

As a result, Guimaraes' star midfielder Silva, who was left unguarded, successfully picked up the ball. There was only one defender in front of him, and that was Bruno Wilson, the young central defender of Vesena.

Michels, the father of modern football, once said: "There are many reasons for conceding a goal, but the most common ones are mistakes and making up for mistakes."

Just as Wilson is doing now, he did not use a retreat-type defense of fighting and retreating when facing enemy technical players one-on-one.

He only wanted to attack, so he used a frontal attack that he was not good at, trying to steal the ball and pass it to the teammate in front...

Use your own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points!

Amid the cheers of the Guimarães fans, Silva separated the ball with a beautiful ball, successfully broke through Wilson's defense, and then took a stride...

"Single shot! Wilson is too reckless! Vesena is in trouble!"

The commentator on the sidelines was so anxious that his voice became hoarse, and Simon King was also so angry that he gritted his teeth.

He doesn't hate Pedro who tricked him now, he only hates why the players left him, as if they have forgotten everything!

Soon, Silva dribbled the ball into the penalty area. The goalkeeper failed to block the ball, and the score became 2:1.

"go...go...go..."

"Guimarães has pulled a goal back, and the players from Vesena need to cheer up!"

While the commentator was weakly reporting the game, technical director Pedro, who was hiding in a corner of the stadium, looked a little nervous.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to U19 coach Sampaio, asking the other party to quickly think of a way to score a goal.

On the other side, Diogo in the box also frowned.

Although he didn't understand why the team suddenly started attacking, he took it for granted and attributed it all to Simon King's tactical arrangements.

After some hesitation, Diogo decided to ask his secretary to remind Simon King to strengthen his defense.

But the team's general manager and football director don't think so.

They didn't know that it was all the technical director's mischief, but after seeing the ball being conceded, they started complaining angrily again.

"Look! I have said before that he has never played professional football, and he actually tried to use offense instead of defense. The result! It's really ridiculous."

"A layman is an amateur! The goal in the first half is definitely not his fault, it is just the luck given to us by God."

"We should still ask the youth team coach to come over. Maybe it's not too late now!"

Until this moment, no one noticed that Simon King was not on the coaching bench at all!

And the game has started again.

After kicking off again, Pedro, who received the order from the technical director, began to make substitutions. He replaced right winger Kofi Kehoe, who had scored a goal, and replaced him with another star midfielder, Kiko Bona.

Di.

Since he was instructed before the game to play as an attacking midfielder, Bonatti was not prepared to play as a winger at all.

In a hurry, he frequently lost the ball on the right, causing great trouble to the team every time.

And because of his poor performance, the team was shot at by the opponent again and again.

The commentator on the sidelines also became very anxious because of the home team's garbage performance, and his voice even trembled.

"Guimarães attacks with the ball and passes the ball! Danger!"

"Guimarães got a good long-range shot opportunity, and Silva was unguarded! Oh my God! It's so dangerous!"

"Here we go again... here we go again... the opponent's center rushed forward from the penalty area and hit the goal! He hit the goal post!"

"Here it goes again...here it comes again...the curve ball...it was so dangerous, the football flew off the post! Corner kick."

Seeing that the team was getting more and more dangerous, Simon King was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

But besides being anxious, he could do nothing.

"No, I have to do something for the team!"

"It's quite high here...can it kill me?"

Just as he was feeling helpless, the commentator's nervous announcement soon sounded again.

He was like a god of death in a cloak, pronouncing the sentence of seduction.

And Guimarães's shots again and again seemed like the sickle in the hand of death, and it seemed that he could kill Vicena at any time.

Watching the game take a turn for the worse, the fans' hearts were in their throats and their voices started to rise and fall.

"After all, I am just a player playing games. It seems that the goals scored in the first half are all the credit of the players."

"Isn't it? If you don't play good defense and counterattack, you have to play some offense. It's really crazy for the club to let such a person be the coach."

"I see, this guy named Simon King is totally a villain. He thought the players had scored two goals and he just drifted away."
Chapter completed!