Amid laughter and laughter, the morning's pre-war meeting ended.

But Simon King did not rest. He called Lemos aside and gave him detailed arrangements for some staff work to prepare for the war.

But in Lemos's heart, he was a little worried about the team's cheerful atmosphere.

After all, tomorrow's game is so important that it can even be called the most important game of the season.

So although he listened carefully, after it was over, he secretly sent a text message to the general manager: "The atmosphere of the team is too relaxed. It seems that the enemy is underestimated. I am very worried."

However, the general manager only replied to him with three words: "Believe him."

On the other side, Costa felt very uncomfortable both physically and mentally after coming out of the conference room.

In other words, he felt very aggrieved, felt a fire in his heart, and wished he could beat Simon King violently.

After thinking for a long time, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "A guy who plays games is also qualified to be a head coach? Okay, don't you want to beat others by three goals? Just wait for me! Let me see you.

How to win!"

Thinking of this, he felt hatred rising in his heart, and he took out his cell phone and walked quickly back to his car.

After a while, Costa came to one of the most famous cafes in the city, and an intermediary businessman who specialized in football information had been waiting for him here for a long time.

…

Time came to Saturday in a blink of an eye, and the atmosphere was the same as the previous round. Fans of Vesena gathered outside the stadium early.

At this time, Simon Jin was focused on nothing else. Not only did he avoid the fans by taking a side door, but he also did not even attend the press conference before the game.

However, just when he was about to enter the locker room, Babara stretched out his jade hand and blocked his way.

"Kim, do you know what the media said?"

Today, Babara was wearing men's clothing. Although she had covered half of her face with a wide-brimmed hat, her peerless appearance and temperament still made Simon Jin's heart freeze.

"What else can you say? You must be humiliating me again."

"Haha... They said that because you missed two consecutive pre-match press conferences, once your team performs poorly in any way, they will join forces and give you the strongest criticism!"

"Criticism? Then I don't care. By the way, why are you here again?"

"Of course I'm coming!"

Babara's voice became a little nervous: "This is the most important game of the season, I must be by your side to help you!"

Simon Jin pointed to his nose in disbelief and said: "You? You help me?"

"Of course, don't you look down on women?"

"This... Miss, your hat is too big, isn't it?"

"I don't care! Diogo has agreed anyway."

Although he knew that this was definitely not what the boss meant, Ximen Jin had no choice but to give him the face of a beautiful woman, so he could only sigh and lead him into the dressing room.

"Quiet, quiet! The coach is here!"

Seeing Simon King coming, Marco Paul immediately maintained order in the room.

Simon King walked to the blackboard and said with a bad smile: "I don't want to give a speech before today's game, and I don't want the captain to give it. Because this game is too important, I invited the team's secretary.

The granddaughter of the boss Diogo—Barbara Benedita Diogo! Everyone is welcome."

When they heard that Ba Ba was coming, the players immediately went into a rage. They all sighed and whistled, making her very unable to get off the stage.

Babara knew that this was Simon Jin's revenge on him. Although he was angry in his heart, he just glared at him fiercely, and then took two steps forward generously.

"I'm Babara, I want to tell you a story..."

To be honest, although Babala's story is very long, it can be summed up in one sentence - his grandfather loves this club very much, so please players must work hard.

As a result, the players' expectations at the beginning slowly turned into numbness, and finally turned into distraction...

Seeing that there was no reaction from the players, Babara was so anxious that he pinched Simon Jin hard.

Ximen Jin Rumeng woke up and quickly said loudly: "Come on, come on! Listen to me! Once you get up there, let's do it. If anyone wants to be lazy, I will replace him immediately! Do you hear me!?"

"heard it!"

"Look at you!"

"Fight, Vishena!"

"Let them know what football is!"

Babara was completely dumbfounded. She really didn't understand why she couldn't stand up to Simon Jin's casual shouting even though she had dried up her saliva.

But Ximen Jin had already walked out, so the aggrieved Babara could only stamp his feet on the spot, and then quickly followed.

But in her heart, she unconsciously became more curious about this guy with an oriental face.

Coming out of the players' tunnel, Belen head coach Fracoly Carvalho was still sitting in his coaching bench without moving.

This is actually his tactic, the purpose is to anger the opponent.

But Simon King couldn't figure it out. Not only was he not angry, but he strode up to the other party and extended his right hand to him to say hello.

Carvalho looked unkind and did not even look at Simon King.

And the palm he extended was indescribably floppy and weak, obviously just perfunctory.

Simon Jin didn't take it seriously and said politely: "You are my senior, I hope to learn from you."

"study?"

Carvalho glanced at Simon King with disdain, smiling slightly but not smiling at all.

"This is my first time against someone who plays games, but I only know football, not games! I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Having said this, Carvalho quickly withdrew his arm, and the coaching bench behind him also burst into laughter.

Ximen Jin's complexion changed slightly, and his heart was filled with fire.

I wanted to say something more, but in the end I turned around and left without saying a word.

Behind him, Carvalho's sarcasm came again: "Bring water quickly! A guy who plays games doesn't deserve to shake my hand. How disgusting!"

Simon Jin stopped, half turned to look at the other party, and said angrily in his heart: "Just wait and see!"

At this time, the fans on the field were already shouting.

Not only did they bring horns, they even brought a war drum.

With the sound of cheers, the sound of fireworks and the sound of war drums, and under the warm and powerful call of the commentator, this relegation battle, which may determine the relegation places, finally started under the eyes of everyone!

In the first half of the game, Vesena took the lead.

As Simon King expected, the Belen team started a fierce fight from the first minute of the game.

Fortunately, the Vesena team had already taken precautions, and they completely followed Simon King's pre-match arrangement - by spreading the formation, they increased the opponent's running distance, thereby preventing the opponent from pinching.

In one transfer after another, Vesena's offense also played very patiently.

They did not dribble the ball forward after getting the ball. Even Shao Mu, a midfielder who likes to dribble the ball, uncharacteristically kicked the ball backward...

Seeing Vesena constantly passing the ball to the defender, the Belen players were a little anxious.

Under the organization of the captain, they began to press forward in an orderly manner, trying to force the opponent's half and force the opponent to hand over the ball.

But this move happened to be exactly what Simon King wanted to see most.

really!

Just one minute later, Kiki, who plays the role of left back, received a short pass from midfielder Marco Paul.

At this time, Kiki was different from the past. His double speed had reached 16, and his marking, stealing, and defensive positioning had all reached 14.
Chapter completed!