Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Torreira said:

"Are you sure it's not because you just lost a tooth?"

"Of course not!"

Muriel took out his phone and showed everyone the contract summary that his agent had just sent him.

"They offered me a three-year contract."

"The basic endorsement fee is 1.5 million euros per year."

"In addition, there will be an extra 100,000 euros for each goal scored in an official match."

"If a player scores more than 15 goals in a single season, there will be a special bonus of one million euros."

A gasp of surprise erupted in the locker room.

"One and a half million euros?"

"each year?"

"Extra money for scoring a goal?"

Muriel raised his chin smugly.

"right."

"They said the brand's promotional direction is health, refreshing, and something like, 'Drink Wanglaoji if you're afraid of getting a sore throat.'"

"They know I used to be frequently photographed at nightclubs, parties, and barbecues."

"So I hope that after signing the contract, I will drink this beverage every day, quit drinking alcohol, and train hard."

"The more goals I score, the better it will prove that their drinks are making me healthier."

B.Fei was silent for a few seconds.

"Are they going to use you as a case study of a failed transformation, or a success story?"

Muriel said:

"Of course it's a success story!"

Torreira asked seriously:

"What if you don't become healthier?"

Muriel's smile froze for a moment.

"This shouldn't be written in the contract."

Praet leaned over and took a look.

"I wrote it."

"Body fat is measured every month."

"Two consecutive violations will result in a 20% reduction in the endorsement fee."

Muriel's expression changed instantly.

"What?"

He quickly snatched the phone back.

Upon closer inspection, there really is such a line.

B-Fee finally couldn't help but laugh.

"This contract is perfect for you."

"Lin will supervise your training, and the Huaguo brand will supervise your body fat percentage."

"It will be very difficult for you to gain weight in the future."

Muriel gritted his teeth.

"Only twenty percent."

Elena was not in the locker room.

Otherwise, upon hearing this, one might immediately suggest that the brand increase the deduction rate to 50%.

B. Ferguson then said:

"Li Ling Sports also contacted me."

Viviano raised his hand.

"I received it too."

Praet head.

"My agent was also talking about it this morning."

Skriniar said somewhat shyly:

"I have one too."

Everyone quickly realized what was happening.

Li Ling Sports' strategy is already very clear.

Lin Qi himself couldn't sign it.

Then sign someone close to Lin Qi.

Chen Dayi, Yang Ruian, and Wu Xiaohai from the national youth team have already signed contracts.

Now they're targeting Sampdoria's teammates.

Bruno Fernandes is Lin Qi's most important passing partner.

Viviano is the starting goalkeeper.

Praet is a key midfielder.

Skriniar is the young defensive linchpin.

The endorsement fees for these people are far lower than those for directly signing Lin Qi.

But when Chinese fans see them, the first thing that comes to mind is Lin Qi.

This is equivalent to indirectly binding the entire "Linqi Football Ecosystem" at a relatively low cost.

Torreira was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Why didn't you contact me?"

B said:

"They might still be in line."

Viviano laughed:

"They might also think you look too much like a high school student, and that sports equipment isn't intimidating enough."

Torreira glared at him.

Hick sat beside him, clearly even more frustrated.

"You all have them."

"Why don't I have it?"

Muriel chuckled through a lisp:

"Because you've only started a few games."

"And before you scored today, Chinese fans probably didn't even know you."

Hick looked at Giampaolo.

"coach."

Is this fair?

Giampaolo finally spoke.

"Your goal today is already a great start."

"Bring in a few more later."

"Ideally, they should all be Lin Qichuan's."

"Chinese companies will soon know you."

Hick instinctively looked at Lin Qi.

"Forest."

Is there a second half?

Lin Qi was leaning back in his seat drinking water when he heard this and couldn't help but laugh.

"Watch your positioning."

"You'll get what you deserve if you run well."

Hick nodded immediately.

"I will definitely run."

Muriel quickly said:

"We can't just give it to him!"

"I need the goal-scoring bonus too!"

B-Fei glanced at him.

"You just traded one tooth for another."

"This is different."

Muriel said vaguely:

"Next, I'll go in with my feet."

Torreira asked:

"Are you sure you won't use the other side of your face?"

The locker room erupted in laughter once again.

Giampaolo looked at the group of people but did nothing to stop them.

The team is leading 2-0.

There were no major problems with the execution of the tactics.

In this situation, it's actually better to relax a bit.

Especially after Lin Qigang returned from the Asian Youth Championship, everyone was willing to gather around him and chat, which shows that the team's cohesion has reached a very good level.

After the laughter subsided slightly, Giampaolo clapped his hands.

"Alright."

"We'll discuss the commercial contract when we get back."

"I'll only say one thing."

Everyone gradually quieted down.

"Florence will definitely press forward in the second half."

"They cannot accept a score of 0 to 2."

"Focus on defense for the first ten minutes."

"Don't let them catch up with a single goal."

"As long as we hold on through this period, the space behind them will only get bigger and bigger."

He looked at Lin Qi.

"Forest."

"You can continue to play according to your own feeling."

"Whether it's passing the ball or shooting."

"It's your decision."

Lin Qi nodded.

"clear."

Giampaolo then looked at Muriel.

Are you sure you can stick with it?

Muriel immediately stood up.

"Absolutely no problem."

"The doctor said that as long as I don't get hit in the same spot by the ball again, it will be fine."

Someone in the locker room laughed again.

Giampaolo said:

"Then you'd better learn to hide."

Muriel nodded solemnly.

"Next time Lin Qi lifts his foot, I'll make sure I see it clearly first."

At that moment, the staff knocked on the locker room door.

The second half is about to begin.

The Sampdoria players stood up one after another.

Schick touched his head, still savoring the feeling of that extraordinary jump from which he scored in the first half.

B Fei then walked over to Lin Qi's side.

"They will definitely tighten their defense on you again in the second half."

Lin Qi smiled and said:

"Then let's see what they choose."

"If you're going to prevent me from shooting, I'll pass the ball."

"If you try to stop me from passing, I'll shoot."

After hearing this, B's eyes lit up with a smile.

"That doesn't sound very fair to Florence."

Lin Qi straightened his jersey.

When has football ever been fair?

Players from both teams walked out of the tunnel one after the other.

The lights of Ferraris Stadium shone on them once again.

The singing from the stands was still loud.

As the Fiorentina players walked onto the field, their eyes were much more determined than before the end of the first half.

At Paulo Sousa's urging, they have re-convinced themselves.

Sampdoria has a very strong attacking line.

But the defense is nothing special.

As long as one is advanced.

The competition will be back soon.

The Sampdoria players, however, did not appear particularly tense.

Muriel was even arguing with Schick about who Lin Qi should pass the ball to next.

Lin Qi walked last.

I looked up at the big screen and saw the score was 2-0.

The first experiment was a success.

The second half.

Let's take another look at this gold team skill card and see just how far it can push Sampdoria.