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When Manager Liu was praying for Coach Hao, Coach Hao suddenly felt excited and scratched his head as if feeling something.

A few days ago, Manager Liu had told him that Chairman Zhang would come back today to supervise the game in person. If they continued to lose, their positions might not be guaranteed.

Coach Hao does not doubt that Manager Liu will lie to him, because the two of them are grasshoppers on the same rope. Can Manager Liu find a more reliable head coach than himself?

What is most lacking in the football world is not players, but head coaches. Head coaches like me who are capable of not messing around and are willing to coach a newly formed team are rare in the entire circle.

In fact, he also found it strange that he had lost the last few games and conceded goals by big scores. There was obviously no big problem with his tactics. When he played against several teams whose players were not much different in strength, he always had the upper hand and the number of shots he took was low.

There are more goals than the opponent, and the offensive threat is stronger than the opponent, but they just don't score.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't score. Every time the opponent attacks, he will always score some inexplicable magic goal. It's either a world wave or an own-goal goal that hits the goal post and bounces off the goalkeeper.

What's even more outrageous is that the opponent made a huge clearance in the half. The ball was clearly going to fly out of the baseline, but a strong wind blew and the anti-aircraft gun was blown into an elevator ball, which inexplicably fell into the goal.

Coach Hao looked at the players on the court who were training and warming up, frowning. He felt that there seemed to be a mysterious force of bad luck hanging over his team.

The half-hour training warm-up ended quickly. Coach Hao took the players back to the locker room to make the final tactical arrangements before the game.

After another half an hour, with the referee's whistle, today's game officially started.

Zhang Jin sat in the stands and watched the game on the court below carefully. Manager Liu next to him wiped his sweat carefully while praying to the gods to protect him from losing this game again.

Despite the previous losing streak, Coach Hao still insisted on using the same formation in this game, with four backs, five midfielders, and one forward, focusing on defensive counterattacks.

The opponent Jiannan team in this game does not seem to be weak. In the first fifteen minutes of the game, the two sides exchanged offense and defense. The football was flying back and forth in both halves of the field and did not roll on the ground.

"Beautiful! Pass the ball, pass the ball quickly! Defend, you fucking shovel him! Foul, isn't it a foul? Oh, it hits the goalpost again, it's happened several times, can you score the goal!"

Manager Liu, who doesn't usually watch football, was able to sit firmly in his seat at first. But after ten minutes, he couldn't help but punched and yelled, as if he was an ordinary fan who was being harassed by his home team.

The team members were so angry!

Zhang Jin frowned, not because Manager Liu next to him was too noisy, but because the scene on the court made him unhappy.

The team played without any structure, and the defense was better. The midfield and frontcourt were all crazy, and they played in a scattered manner. Several times they either led the ball into a dead end, or passed it to the opponent with one kick.

players.

The only striker's shot was either weak and blocked, or hit the goalpost with great force, or defended the airspace of the motherland. All of them perfectly avoided the opponent's goal, and every time the opponent's goalkeeper made a lonely save!

The players of the Daxiang team, which had been unable to attack for a long time, became more and more anxious. Almost all of them formed a formation that exceeded the half-court, and surrounded the Jiannan team and bombarded them indiscriminately, trying to score goals in this way.

When Wang Duoyu on the court and Coach Hao off the court saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a little bit in their hearts, secretly saying that this scene and feeling were too familiar to them. Even though their team is currently surrounding their opponents, a reversal is coming soon.

Well, that magical goal is coming!

"Pay attention to defense! Get back quickly, all defenders get back!" Coach Hao stood on the sidelines and reminded loudly, waving his hands constantly.

However, the defenders took a few steps back and stopped moving. After all, if they took a further step back they would be out of touch with the midfield, and the formation would completely collapse.

Coach Hao also knew about this situation, but the players in the midfield and frontcourt were already overwhelmed during the siege, and no one listened to him at all.

Retreat? Never retreat until you score!

Then, when the first half of the game ended, the Daxiang team walked towards the locker room in frustration with a score of zero to two.

Daxiang team locker room.

Bang!

Wang Duoyu directly smashed his sneakers on the iron door of the closet, and threw two gloves on the two players respectively. His face was very ugly, and he shouted angrily: "tmd! tmd! You pig-minded people, have you forgotten?

How did we lose the game before? Why didn't we retreat and a group of people gathered around the opponent to crack open the bastard's shell? Football is a movement of space and time, and the offense cannot rely solely on the number of people. Are you fucking capable?

Play football!?”

As the captain and a core player who returned from studying abroad in Serie A, naturally no one dared to contradict him when he spoke.

But he dare not contradict him face to face, which does not mean that everyone agrees with him, and he cannot completely convince everyone. In any competitive sport, conflicts in the team locker room are a big problem.

Hao Xiaopao, the forward who is the core of the frontcourt offense, is outgoing and good at making friends. Less than half a year after joining the team, he already has his own small team, which is basically composed of frontcourt offensive players. At this time, he saw that one of his own was being attacked

Boom, couldn't help but speak.

"Kings, you can't say that. If the team wants to win, it can only attack. If we don't attack, how can we let the opponent attack? And everyone is responsible for conceding the ball. Why should we only blame us in the frontcourt? You guys

Isn’t the responsibility of rear defense even greater?”

"That's right, we suppressed the opponent for most of the game, but only one kick was scored. Who can blame us? Why can other people's defense be able to hold it, but ours can't."

"It's obviously a defensive problem, but it's still said to be an offensive problem..."

As soon as Hao Xiaopao opened his mouth, many players immediately whispered in agreement. Although the sound was not loud, it was obvious that Wang Duoyu could hear it.

Wang Duoyu was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's collar and said angrily: "What the hell did you say, do you have the guts to say it again!?"

"Team Wang, everyone is unhappy when we lose the ball, but you can't vent your anger on your own people. Let it go, let it go!"

Hao Xiaopao immediately came up and grabbed Wang Duoyu's wrist. When he saw him taking action, other members of the Pao Gang also surrounded him.

When Zhuang Qiang saw that something was wrong, he naturally stood next to Wang Duoyu, with his bare arms covered in tendons, he held the jersey in his hand and circled it to warn: "Don't mess around!"

"Let go!" Wang Duoyu glared at Hao Xiaopao.

"If you let me go, I'll let you go!" Hao Xiaopao was not to be outdone.

"I am the captain and you are the captain? I educate the team members and it is none of your business!" Wang Duoyu said loudly.

"Is this education? I think you are bullying others!" Hao Xiaopao shouted equally.

The smell of gunpowder between the two immediately arose!

Just when the conflict was intensified to its peak, suddenly there was an angry shout from the door of the locker room: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Get back to your seats! It's not enough to lose, why do you have to lose people? You guys are really giving me shame."

!”

When everyone saw that Coach Hao was coming, they all retreated to their lockers.

"Hao Xiaopao! Wang Duoyu!" Coach Hao pointed at the two of them and said loudly, "What are you doing, playing the role of Young and Dangerous? Give up!"

Wang Duoyu and Hao Xiaopao glared at each other, then let go and turned back to their positions.

"Coach, he was the one who made the first move." The player who was grabbed by the collar pointed at Wang Duoyu.

"Hey, you bastard..." Zhuang Qiang pointed at the player and was about to curse.

"Shut up!" Coach Hao interrupted the two of them directly. Behind him, there were Manager Liu and Chairman Zhang who hadn't come in. Wouldn't it be a joke for them to make a fuss now and show that he was not capable enough to control the team's locker room!

Seeing that the players were quiet, Coach Hao coughed lightly: "Chairman Zhang and Manager Liu also came to supervise the game today. They have a few words to say to everyone. Welcome Chairman Zhang and Manager Liu!"

Zhang Jin, who was waiting outside, walked into the locker room first, followed closely by Manager Liu.

When Wang Duoyu and Zhuang Qiang saw Zhang Jin, their eyes lit up.

"Duoyu, big brother is here."

"Shh, don't make any noise. We rely on strength, not relationships. Listen to what Lao Zhang has to say."

The two exchanged words in a low voice.

The players of the Daxiang team are relatively familiar with Manager Liu because they often see each other in the cafeteria. However, they don’t have much impression of the young chairman Zhang Jin. Only Wang Duoyu before,

Zhuang Qiang met once when they joined the team.

Hao Xiaopao exchanged glances with the members of his gun gang. The club chairman came to the scene to supervise the battle. It was obviously due to the impact of the previous rounds of defeat.

Zhang Jin didn't waste any time and said straight to the point: "I watched the whole first half of the game, and I can only say that it was really bad. Everyone present has been trained in regular football. They are provincial teams, Class A."

Echelon, I believe that in terms of strength, let alone the C-League, even the A-B have a foothold, but why did they lose five games in a row, and this game was scored two goals in the first half? Have you ever thought about the reason?

"

"It's not a matter of defense..." some team members muttered in a low voice.

"Is it a problem at the rear?" Zhang Jin looked at the team member.

The players met his gaze and said bravely: "Yes, if they hadn't easily allowed their opponents to score in two or three counterattacks, we wouldn't be so passive. And we did the same thing in the previous games. Every time we scored

When we press our opponents in the frontcourt, their defense always holds us back!"

As soon as these words came out, several defenders were unhappy and started shouting one after another.

"What do you mean, what do you mean we are holding back?"

"If you have the skills, come and defend. There are a bunch of people in the middle and frontcourt who can't score a single goal. You are really a bunch of eunuchs in a brothel!"

"Also, the full-backs are asked to come up all day long to assist you, to help your uncle's offense! There is only one goalkeeper and two defenders left in the back. If they are hit on the counterattack, no one comes back to help defend. There are two-on-five situations in the backcourt.

I’m really surprised, you guys are spies sent from the opposite side!”

Hearing the defenders say this, the players in the midfield and frontcourt couldn't help it.

"Whose spy are you talking about! They drive so far with their big feet. How can we catch up if we can't? Are you wasting your energy like a fool?"

"That's right, that's right! It's only a few dozen meters away. Do you think we have Qinggong and can return to the back line in the blink of an eye?"

Both sides began to accuse each other with every word they said!

The locker room was as messy as a shrew in a market!

Coach Hao's face was livid, and Manager Liu was also frowning and displeased.

But before the two of them could say anything, Zhang Jin took the lead and spoke: "It seems that the problem of defense is indeed very serious. That can only stop the midfielder from participating in too many attacks. The forwards have to work harder."

OK."

Hao Xiaopao said: "Chairman Zhang, how can I score a goal without the support of the midfielder?"

Zhang Jin glanced at him sideways: "Don't you really like to break through with the ball? I saw that in the first half, you rushed from the center to the left, and then from the left to the right. You just didn't enter the small penalty area to shoot or pass the ball.

To teammates.

Either you take the ball to a dead end until two or three opponents steal it, or you take the ball out of the baseline. People who don’t know think you are the only player in our Daxiang team, and the other players are puppets!”

Hao Xiaopao explained: "Chairman Zhang, it's not that I don't pass the ball, it's that I can't find a suitable point for the ball. I'm closely watched by the opponent's defensive players and I'm often pinched. I can only keep dribbling to find opportunities."

.And there are so many people in the opponent’s penalty area, I can’t even get in!”

"You also know that you are often pinched, and you also know that there are many people in the opponent's penalty area and there is no way to dribble in. So as a striker, why are you always retreating to get the ball? Do you think you are the emperor? Do you protect the ball like Henry?

!?" Zhang Jin said unceremoniously.

The last sentence made everyone stunned. They didn't understand what the emperor meant by protecting the ball like Henry.

Hao Xiaopao said unconvinced: "I don't retreat to get the ball, and my teammates can't get the ball in. I can't just wait in the penalty area, right?"

Zhang Jin scolded him mercilessly: "The consequence of you taking the ball is to lose it! I would rather you wait in the penalty area for the pass from your teammates. I don't believe that even the five midfielders can't give it to you after a game."

Send a few passes! If you can't do it in the third league, then you are still playing professional football, so go find a factory to work!"

Several players in the midfield looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they were still very unconvinced.

Hao Xiaopao said: "Chairman Zhang, football is not as simple as you think."

"Your tone means I don't understand football?" Zhang Jin asked.

Hao Xiaopao shook his head and smiled: "That's not what I meant. What I mean is that you have to trust the coach and the players. It's not that everyone doesn't want to win, but many accidents will cause the game to be different from the expected result.

"

Zhang Jin frowned. This Hao Xiaopao played, acted, and spoke like a veteran, which made him very unhappy. This kind of person can easily spoil the atmosphere in the team's locker room.

Coach Hao interrupted at this time and said: "Chairman Zhang, the time is limited, can we put other questions aside and lay out the tactics for the second half first?"

Zhang Jin turned to Coach Hao and said, "Coach Hao, let me arrange the second half of this game. Win or lose has nothing to do with you."

"Ah? This..." Coach Hao hesitated.

Manager Liu quickly persuaded from the side: "Coach Hao, Old Hao, since Chairman Zhang has said so, let him direct a game. Maybe he will know how hard you work as a head coach."

"Okay." Coach Hao was convinced.

Zhang Jin walked up to the tactical blackboard without saying a word, picked up the chalk and started drawing circles. While drawing, he talked about the tactics he planned to implement in the second half: "Listen up, everyone, in the second half we will play 442 instead. Give me all the defenses."

They retreated sharply, and the full-backs did not assist, so they allowed me to stay in position. The two central midfielders in the midfield switched to playing as defensive midfielders, but they could not reach the midfield line when attacking.

The two wingers have switched to playing as full midfielders. They mainly use long passes at 45 degrees. There is no need to go down and pull back to the center. When attacking, you should take advantage of your long passes and directly play high balls to find the forwards. Do you understand?

"

"I understand."

Everyone looked at each other, what the hell kind of play is this? Four defenders and two midfielders defend, the forwards on both sides support, and the frontcourt only relies on two forwards to attack. Is it possible!?

Hao Xiaopao couldn't help but said: "Chairman Zhang, do you think I can compete for headers at my height? What's more, we don't have a high center in the team, so your tactics may not work!"

Zhang Jin glanced at the audience. The other players had expressions of deep approval on their faces. Even Wang Duoyu and Zhuang Qiang looked at him with hesitant words.

Zhang Jin smiled faintly: "You are right, you really can't compete for the header."

"So..."

Before Hao Xiaopao finished speaking, Zhang Jin interrupted him and said, "So I'm going to replace you and the attacking midfielder. You two don't have to play in the second half."

Hao Xiaopao and the attacking midfielder were both stunned. They didn't expect Zhang Jin to be so decisive, and the two main offensive cores were replaced at the drop of a hat.

Zhang Jin looked around at everyone, his eyes full of ruthlessness: "Don't be too surprised. No one in my team will always be the main player. Anyone who doesn't play well or doesn't play well, get out! This one

The team has only one core, which is victory. Everyone must play around this core and give everything for this core!”

Manager Liu took out a tissue and wiped his sweat, secretly thinking that Chairman Zhang is so obsessed with victory!

This is not only said to the players, but also to myself. I hope the team will get better soon, otherwise I am afraid that I will not have many days as a manager!

Coach Hao didn't have many ideas, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of who else could replace Hao Xiaopao at the forward position.

"Coach Hao, please tell the referee team that we need to make substitutions. No. 9 and No. 8 will be replaced, and No. 26 and No. 27 will be replaced." Zhang Jin said.

"Ah? Oh. Ah!?" Coach Hao first came to his senses, then nodded subconsciously. After realizing who he was going to replace, he couldn't help but say in surprise, "No. 26 and No. 27? Chairman Zhang, you

That's right, are you sure you want to replace them?"

Everyone looked at these two players with incredible eyes.

The black boy Aman smiled brightly, showing a row of white teeth, and raised his hand to scratch his head.

Dachun was holding a half-eaten banana in his hand. When he saw everyone suddenly looking towards him, he said incoherently: "I'll eat a banana to replenish my strength, haha."

"..." Everyone.

Manager Liu and Coach Hao murmured in their hearts, is it reliable to replace these two people? It doesn't look reliable no matter how you look at it!

Zhang Jin walked up to the two of them and patted their shoulders with both hands: "The decision is yours, I hope you won't let me down!"