The Glory of the Godfather

　　嘭嘭嘭.

　　 The door was knocked.

　　 Fernandez ignored it.

　　 But the knock on the door sounded persistently.

　　 "What's the matter?" Fernandez opened the door with a ugly expression.

　　 "Hello, room service!" The waiter said with a smile while pushing the trolley.

　　 "No need!" Fernandez closed the door irritably, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged. He wanted to start reciting the poem again. Yes, this is an extremely religious ceremony. The entire procedure must be completed in one go.

　　 Two minutes later: bang bang bang.

　　 Fernandez pretended not to hear, and continued to recite.

　　 The knock on the door sounded perseveringly.

　　 "I said I don't need room service." Fernandez opened the door angrily.

　　 There was no one outside the door, a card was stuffed in the crack of the door.

　　 pink card.

　　Mom selling batches!

　　 Fernandez was angry. It was not when he needed it last night. This time to make trouble. He picked up the card angrily, put it in his pocket, patted it again, and confirmed it.

　　 Fernandez had to recite the poem from the beginning again, he had to increase his speed, time was running out, and he had to finish the recitation within ten minutes.

　　 One minute later.

　　嘭嘭嘭.

Unbearable!

　　 Fernandez's face flushed, and he got up angrily, opening the door rudely.

　　 "Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you just now, this is our free fruit!" said the waiter with a polite smile.

　　 "No need, no need! I said, don't bother me again!"

　　咣!

　　 The waiter looked at the closed door, feeling aggrieved. What's the point, the warm service was wrong?

　　 At last no one will bother.

　　 Fernandez took a deep breath and recited quickly.

　　 Two minutes later.

　　 嘭嘭嘭!

　　 "I said don't disturb me--"

　　 Assistant coach Creske looked at the angry coach and was startled, "Sir, it's time, we must go."

Then, the Spanish B team players who had been waiting for a long time saw their head coach appear angry and dark. The players who were still chatting in full swing immediately shut up, even though they don’t know what happened to the head coach. However, everyone is very smart, and no one wants to be in trouble.

　　 The bus of the Spaniard B team drove slowly away from the hotel. Fernandez turned his head irritably and saw the banner hanging from the hotel: Holiday Inn Rebeto Hotel welcomes you!

　　Mom selling batches!

　　 Be sure to give advice to the club and change to another hotel!

　　……

　　 You can already see the Danny Jacques training base from a distance.

Unlike Barcelona’s heavily guarded and isolated La Masia training base, the Spaniard’s training base is located in the northeast corner of Barcelona. It is exposed to a car repair shop without any security. Because it is close to the Liberian Sea, you can even Feel the warm breath from the Mediterranean.

Although perhaps among the many teams in La Liga, the Spaniard’s Danny Jacques training base is smaller and incomparable to the city’s opponent Barcelona’s La Masia, but this is enough to make the team from Ibiza The soil buns sighed.

Of the 20 teams in Group 3 of the Spanish Division C where Ibiza is located, two teams are from La Liga team B. In addition to today’s opponent Espanyol B team, the other is Villarreal B team, Villarreal's reputation is greater than the Spaniards, this is the La Liga powerhouse, it is the Champions League semi-final team last season, but Ibiza and Billy in the league Areal B's first leg match was at Ibiza's home court, so Ibiza's buns have not seen what the training base of the Champions League semi-finals looks like.

　　 "Their training base is so beautiful."

　　 "That is their office building, three of ours."

　　 "We still have an office building there, which has been sold a long time ago. What the wealthy Chinese businessman wants to build."

　　 "clubhouse!"

　　 "Yes, yes, it seems to be a club called ma-jiang, the name is so strange."

　　……

　　 Fang Jue ignored the players' comments. He was looking down and reading, very serious.

　　A player glanced at the coach, all praised.

　　 "The coach is really hardworking, he is still studying."

　　 "If I can't do it, I feel dizzy when I see a book."

　　 "Haha, me too, but, to be honest, the coach is really strict with himself."

　　 "The success of a coach is inevitable. He is so talented and works so hard." Clement summarized the topic, "If we can reach the level of the coach's demanding self-requirements, we will certainly succeed."

　　 "Why are you interested in studying books in this area?" Ceballos looked at it for a while and asked.

　　 "A friend of mine has a problem in this area. Let me find out and see if I can help him." Fang Jue raised his head and said, looking out the window, "Are you there?"

　　 The book was closed. The title of the book is: One Hundred Ways to Make OCD Patients Crazy.

　　 "I'm looking forward to seeing Mr. Fernandez when I think about it in a while." Fang Jue said sincerely, "He is a good man, even more honest, but it's a pity..."

　　 Forget it, don't say anything, Fang Jue shook his head with regret.

　　……

　　 arrived at the visiting team's locker room, changed equipment, came out to warm up, warmed up, and returned to the locker room.

　　 Fang Jue made the final deployment to the players before the game started.

　　 His speech can be summarized in three sentences.

　　 Defend well!

　　 Wait for his signal!

　　 Chong Duck! Kill them!

　　 The players filed out of the locker room. Fang Jue led his assistants and substitute players to the coaching bench first. The starting players had to wait for the approach ceremony.

Yes, don’t look at the game only on the standard football field of the training base, but this is a serious Spanish C-League game. The entrance ceremony is a necessary ceremony. The little caddy can’t wait to wait. .

　　 As soon as Fang Jue walked out of the player’s tunnel, he saw Mr. Pablo Fernandez, the former head coach of Ibiza and the current head coach of the Spaniard B team, with his arms around him, pacing on the sidelines, looking a little upset.

　　 Fang Jue's heart moved.

　　 "Coach Fernandez." Fang Jue greeted loudly, and he walked forward quickly, looking very excited, as if he had met an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years.

　　 Fang Jue firmly held Fernandez’s hand,

"Fang, hello." Fernandez looked at Fang Jue with surprise and exclamation in his eyes. When he learned that Fang Jue had become the head coach of Ibiza, he was so surprised, and then left for himself. Ibiza’s decision is fortunate. Alfonso has chosen the club’s webmaster as a coach. This is an unheard-of crazy move. Even if such a team will not go bankrupt, it will have no future at all.

The sigh is that this kid is very lucky. He even won the first game of coaching Ibiza, because Ibiza is the opponent of Espanyol B team, even though he knows Ibiza very well~www .ltnovel.com~ However, Fernandez, who was cautious, still watched the video of the game between Ibiza and Orihuela, but he didn’t finish it because he couldn’t watch it at all. Stuff? It was simply unsightly. He watched it fast forward, and finally focused on Ibiza’s two goals. Then, Fernandez was not good. Two refracted goals, but the only goal was the own goal. Clement, who has never scored a goal outside, this luck is simply against the sky! Why didn't such good luck come across when he was coaching Ibiza?

　　 Now, Fernandez’s most direct impression of Ibiza under Fang Jue’s rule is:

　　What is it so special? It's shit!

　　 Fangjue’s impression is:

　　 I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything.

　　 However, for Fang Jue, Fernandez still has a pretty good impression. This is a good guy. When the fans came to make trouble, Fang Jue stood up and intercepted the incident. Fernandez was still very moved.

　　 So, he patted Fang Jue on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Congratulations on leading the team to win Orihuela."

　　 "Good luck." Fang Jue showed an embarrassed expression, and then seemed to realize that he couldn't show his timidity in front of his opponent's coach. He was calm, shut up, smiled and said, "I hope today will be a wonderful game."

　　 "Of course!" Fernandez said with a smile, shaking hands with Fang Jue again to say goodbye.

　　 He seemed to hear Fang Jue, who turned to leave, let out a sigh of relief.

　　 Fernandez pursed his lips, the poor little guy... he was scared like this before the game started.

　　 Fernandez's heart suddenly moved. He has new ideas and decisions for today's game.

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