The Strongest Demon Front

"What the hell!"

Yosico firmly held the tie knot around his neck, and the blue tendons on his right hand obviously burst out.

He loosened the knot of his tie, turned around and kicked the water tank behind him, and walked back to the coaching bench in a huff.

"Garcia, didn't they lose four games in a row not long ago? Why did they beat us so hard in this game!"

Yosico stared at his assistant coach, his eyes bigger than copper bells.

He was a little pissed off.

Uh……

Garcia is depressed.

Through the head of the head coach, Garcia can clearly see the scoreboard on the field.

Castilla 5:0 Las Palmas Athletic B team.

Game time: 65 minutes.

Oh my God.

The game has only been played for less than 70 minutes, and five goals have already been scored. How can this goal be played?

"Maybe it's because of him."

Garcia points to one of Castilla's frontcourt players.

Yosico turned to look.

In his sight, the boy in white just passed a defensive player from Las Palmas Athletic.

Before the second defender came up, he sprinted again, rushed in front of the football, faltered his shoulders, shook the center of gravity of the defender, then suddenly smashed the ball, cut in with the ball, and passed the first Two defensive players.

call!

There was an exclamation in the stands.

Fans on the sidelines saw that the boy in white looked like a rocket accelerator was installed under his feet.

The frequency of his actions is obviously not on the same channel as everyone else on the field. Measured by the frequency of his feet, all the other players seem to be in slow motion.

The players of Atlético de Las Palmas simply couldn't guard against him.

"He's the guy who came down from the Real Madrid first team."

Yosico looked at the Castilian boy who was playing with his defender, feeling very irritable. He can't wait to go on the court himself and hug the nasty guy so he doesn't pass or shoot anymore.

Today's game, that guy has scored four goals!

What is he thinking about!

"Well, it's him. The Chinese genius, Chu. At the beginning, he was in Castilla, and then went to the first team. It should have just returned to Castilla a few days ago."

"The media praised him as the next Raul, but not long ago, the Catalan media, Mundo Deportivo, compared him to Rivera, saying he was a genius of parallel imports. Maybe it was the media report that angered him, As a result... we became punching bags."

Garcia shook his head helplessly.

What can he do, he is helpless.

"Damn it! If I don't come back early, I won't come back late, but I came back when we played a game with us. We still have to avoid relegation!"

Yosico was about to cry without tears.

It is now the 31st round of the league.

With seven games to go, the season is coming to an end.

Atlético de Las Palmas are currently in the bottom four of the league and are in the relegation zone.

Generally speaking, at the back end of the league, those teams that want to avoid relegation are like wolves and tigers, and they play like a tiger. Even those teams that are ranked higher than them play games with them, and they are often beaten up and complaining.

This is due to the life-and-death pressure brought about by the relegation battle.

In the face of the pressure of relegation, those teams that want to avoid relegation can usually burst out with a combat effectiveness that is much higher than their own abilities.

However, this game.

It wasn't their opponents who were bruised, it was themselves, Atlético de Las Palmas.

This makes their head coach Josico not depressed.

"Yeah. Vallecano is more fortunate than us. They are weaker than us,

We are also behind us in the rankings, but they were also in this stadium in the last league match, beating Castilla 2-0 and taking three points. "

"In that game, Chu was still in the first team and didn't come back..."

Garcia almost cried as he spoke.

Wronged.

They are also friends on the road to relegation. How about they agreed to be the angels who guard each other for a lifetime?

Garcia is the most injured is not this game they are going to lose.

——Now five goals behind, losing is not a suspense, the suspense is only a few losses.

The most depressing thing for Garcia was that, in the same relegation, the relegation opponent moved a round earlier, just avoiding the big devil. And they were only a few days behind, and they were beaten by the big devil so that their mother didn't even recognize them.

at this time.

Substitution cards were erected on the field.

Chu song next.

XXX comes on and replaces him.

I haven't figured out who is on the court yet, only to see that Chu Ge is about to be substituted. Garcia and Josico looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

my God.

That guy is finally out!

The two coaches were so happy that they almost slipped and kneeled on the turf in front of the coach's bench.

Despite the fact that they are still 0:5 behind...

"Chu! Good performance."

When Chu Ge walked off the court, Zidane specially greeted him and hugged him.

"You played the UEFA Youth League game a few days ago. I'm afraid you are not physically fit. This game is already won, you can come down early and rest for a while. Besides, you have a lot of dribbles today, in case your opponent is beaten by you. It's a dead end and you start fouling you and it's not worth it."

Usually substitutions, Zidane is too lazy to explain.

You like to understand or not, as you think.

But for Chu Ge, the bald coach was very patient.

After changing the person, he had to hold Chu Ge's hand to explain patiently, as if he was afraid that Chu Ge would misunderstand.

Of course Chu Ge could understand.

He played very well today.

It's been a long time since I had such a good game.

After returning from the first team, Chu Ge clearly felt that his understanding of football was indeed stronger than before. He is more and more calm on the court, whether it is passing or shooting, he is much stronger than before.

Taking the water thrown by his teammates, Chu Ge drank the water and sat on the bench.

Beside him, a teammate immediately brought a coat and put it on him.

Spain In March, in Madrid, the minimum temperature is only five or six degrees Celsius, which is still very cold.

Chu Ge smiled at the teammate who handed over the coat, and nodded his thanks.

He looked up at the stands.

Su Qingqing's red outfit reminded Chu Ge of the Miss Lin who was Su Qingqing's cos that day.

Seemingly noticing Chu Ge's sight, Su Qingqing waved to him.

Behind Su Qingqing, there is a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a little bald. That is Jean Reno, the European licensed agent of Su Qingqing's brokerage company, a Frenchman who has been working as a football agent Many years of experience.

Around Mr. Jean Reno, there were already many men in black suits.

Chu Ge knew that those were the scouts who came to watch his games.