After leaving the press conference, Babara's eyes were melancholy.

As the team secretary, she has already thought about how much trouble tomorrow's newspaper will bring to Simon King.

At the same time, she also had a premonition that Simon Jin would speak freely today.

I am afraid that the entire Portuguese coaching circle, and even the football circle, will attack them next year.

Simon King, it’s not that he doesn’t know this.

But he is only 27 years old after all.

Although many people of this age have become very mature and philistine.

But his heart, Simon King, was still as pure as a piece of white paper.

What's more, he was under too much pressure during this period, and he was humiliated by others from time to time.

Seeing that Ximen Jin was unhappy, Babara gently supported his arm and said gently: "It doesn't matter, just be yourself. Grandpa and I will support you."

Simon Jin glanced at her gratefully and sighed: "I'm sorry Babara, I was too impulsive just now."

"It doesn't matter, I just read a book by China yesterday, and there was a passage in it that I liked very much."

"What words?"

"Swallows and sparrows never know where the swan will fly."

"Swallows and sparrows?"

Ximen Jin frowned in confusion, then continued to wake up and said: "Hey... you are talking about 'the sparrow knows the ambition of the swan', this is what Zhuangzi said."

"right!"

Babala smiled and said: "It's Zhuangzi, he seems to be a great old man. I also heard that in China, 'zi' means old man."

"What? When did 'zi' mean an old person? What about a wife? What about a son? Are they all old people?"

Simon Jin laughed loudly, and the displeasure just now was swept away.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his beautiful nose, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's okay. If those insiders want to join forces to deal with me, then let them do it. I, Simon King, am not afraid of anyone!"

At this moment, Simon King's expression was very calm.

But in Babara's eyes, there was a calmness and calmness that he had never seen before.

That is a man's self-confidence, a self-identity that comes from the depths of his soul!

…

Saying goodbye to Babara, Simon King successfully found Armando's office with the help of the stadium staff.

The opponent was not affected by the defeat and welcomed him in enthusiastically.

After sitting down, Armando said: "I heard that you encountered some troubles during your post-game press conference?"

Simon King didn't know how much the other party knew, so he could only explain embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Armando. No matter what you heard, please believe me, I never meant to disrespect you."

"It doesn't matter young man! The media is always like this, black can be written as white. Besides, I think you are right."

"Am I right?"

Simon King was a little surprised. He originally thought that an old-school coach like Armando might be hostile to him.

"Yes, kid. So what if you haven't played professional football? I won't talk about Mourinho, he is a great man. Let's talk about you - you, the game champion and tactical analyst, have never played football. But what about you?

how is it?"

"You win games, you win the support of the dressing room, that's what you're capable of!"

Simon King was surprised: "You know I won the support of the locker room?"

"Of course! Don't you know that I have all your tactical meeting videos here."

"Well... I know that, so I planted a warning for you. But I didn't expect that your on-the-spot adjustments were so good that we almost got demoted."

The two laughed loudly and had a good impression of each other in their eyes.

Armando continued: "Although I know your arrangement, I don't want to do that. So, I chose to compete as usual. This...you should be able to tell."

"Yes sir, I can see it. But I don't understand..."

"I don't understand why I don't use it? It's actually very simple, because before you and Mourinho, there was a coach who had never played football but was very good."

Speaking of this, Armando's eyes became a little darker.

He sighed and continued: "Let's not talk about him for now. I invited you here today. Firstly, I want to express my goodwill to you. Secondly, I want to rely on my old age to show off my skills, so I plan on you to give me two suggestions."

Simon King was very moved. After all, it was the first time for him to feel the care and concern of a professional coach from a professional coach.

"It would be a great honor for me to receive advice from my seniors."

Armando waved his hand to indicate that he was welcome.

Then his eyes flashed, and he stared into Simon King's eyes and said: "Your tactical skills are excellent, but you have a huge shortcoming, that is, your on-the-spot command lacks the necessary experience and decisiveness!"

This sentence is like a heavy hammer.

It hit Simon King's sore spot at once, and he nodded quickly: "That's so right! I didn't realize it in the first two games. But it wasn't until I played against you today that I realized it.

Please sir, can you teach me?"

"Okay! People in the world say you are an arrogant person, but in my opinion, you are not proud at all. This is good."

Simon Jin could only giggle and continued: "Sir, please teach me."

Armando said: "Experience can't teach you. Well, let me ask you another question."

"Please tell me."

"The way you played today...who taught you?"

Although Armando said it very casually.

But Simon Jin saw the slight tremble at the corners of the other party's eyebrows, and he was obviously very concerned about this matter.

So he said decisively and bluntly: "To be honest, when I was studying your tactics, I found the tactical dictionary of a senior. His name is Rikales Evangelista."

When he heard the name, Armando's hands shook involuntarily.

His breathing also became more rapid, which seemed to have something to do with it.

Ximen Jin felt strange in his heart, but he also knew that he shouldn't delve into it further, so he explained the research process of his style of play in detail.

"...To be honest, although senior Evangelista's short pass counterattack may have some shortcomings. But no matter what, I think this senior's tactical thinking was at least fifty years ahead of that era.

"

"Do you really think so?" Armando asked, his eyes extremely firm.

"Yes. I really think so."

"and after?"

"Later, I used his theory as the foundation, and combined it with my own skills of bus placement and high-position pressing, and finally came up with the current style of play."

After saying this, Simon King looked at Armando, looking forward to his reaction.

But Armando didn't speak. He seemed to have thought of something unhappy. After a long time, he looked out the window and said, "In addition to on-the-spot command, my second suggestion is about your tactics."

"What advice?"

Simon Jin's face changed color due to the other party's solemnity.
Chapter completed!