Even if he went back a hundred times ten years ago, Lin Sen's goal would not change much. In order to achieve the goal, he didn't care about how the process was. There was no big difference between being a successful doctor and being a successful coach. Of course, the premise was not too bumpy. Lin Sen would not do things that he was destined to be unable to do. Even if a farmer traveled through a hundred years, he would not be able to become a God. The greater possibility is that he was still a farmer, at most a successful farmer. It would be better to leave it to God if he created the world. In other words, Lin Sen hated trouble and was quite annoying, but he was not afraid.

Atletico Madrid's locker room is now the most solemn place in the entire Calderon atmosphere. Even if there is no desire or demand, a six-game losing streak is enough to make everyone shut their mouths. What's even more terrifying is that they don't know whether the six-game losing streak is the end. It is in this atmosphere that Lin Sen walked into the locker room.

"Don't expect me to say anything you've tried your best when you lose. Of course, I'm not a hair dryer, at least not until the bet is completed. I'll just say one thing: I'm satisfied with all the players who have made efforts for the game." After that, Lin Sen turned around and walked out the door. Only when he was about to step out of the door, he stopped again, then turned around and said, "By the way, please keep your promise by those who lost the second bet. You and the first group of people who lost will be the starting list for the next game."

The atmosphere in the locker room suddenly changed from solemnity to surprise.

When losing the first bet, many players thought that it was just Lin Sen who didn't know what channel he got from the news that Rijcalde would be dismissed soon, so it was no big deal. But the second bet? Villarrea surpassed Barcelona? And just after this game? Is this also from a certain channel? ** Company?

"He's right." Fran looked at his phone and quickly said, "Barcelona was tied by Espanyol, Villarreal beat Valadolid, just one point ahead."

Things suddenly became a little weird.

Especially the four people who lost the second round of bet: Perea, Peña, Barrera, and Jurado!

Lin Sen, who walked out of the locker room, didn't care what the atmosphere in the locker room was like. Now he was in a very, very bad mood. However, as soon as he walked out of the locker room, he saw a man standing outside the door waiting for him - Press Officer Carpin Perez.

Carpin has been in a state of great trouble in recent days. Hill has taken his own initiative to cancel the pre-match press conference of Lin Sen's last game. He originally didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After all, Lin Sen is not a big shot. Hill is the senior manager of this club. But what he didn't expect was that after that, not only Lin Sen refused to attend the press conference after the last game, but Lin Sen directly ignored the pre-match press conference of this game. The reason given twice was physical discomfort. The haunting physical discomfort, Atletico Madrid played two games, but the reporter didn't even see Lin Sen's face. This was clearly the rhythm of the press conference was to be completely cancelled.

Lin Sen did not attend the press conference, which had no effect on him at all, but if he continued to feel unwell this time, it would be really unwell for the press officer Carpin.

So, as soon as Lin Sen came out of the locker room, Kalping blocked him.

To Carpin's surprise, Lin Sen did not refuse this time, just nodded and walked with him easily to the press room.

When Lin Sen appeared at the press conference, countless spotlights almost blinded Carpin's eyes. Carpin obviously did not expect that in an ordinary league, there would be so many reporters, but Lin Sen understood in his heart why this is. Flies do not bite seamless eggs. Atletico Madrid's unlucky luck is no longer enough to make the media appetizing. Now, the coach's unlucky luck is the main thing they are waiting for.

When the press conference finally entered the main questioning session, Alfonso, who received the first questioning permission, took a proud look at the angry Moreno. The relationship between Marca and Daily Sports was the same as the relationship between Real Madrid and Barcelona they represented. Even if it was just a small press conference, it was in an absolute competitive state.

"Mr. Coach, I'm a reporter from Marca. We all know that at the end of the game, the TV-broadcasting footage once captured something happening to you and your players. Is this happening?"

It wasn't Atletico Madrid's six-game losing streak, it wasn't how Lin Sen planned to deal with it. Alfonso's question had just been asked. As a press officer, Carpin was trying to find an excuse to refuse, but he didn't expect Lin Sen's answer to it faster than him: Yes.

This is true!

Young man, what are you talking nonsense? The press conference is not held like this. Honesty is not rewarded. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"So, can you explain to us what happened?" Alfonso tried to calm his voice.

"It's very simple. I want them to play as a substitute. They don't want to play, and then, they don't play. That's it." Lin Sen's voice sounded much calmer than Alfonso, but the content was outrageously straightforward.

What does it mean that they didn't play?

With a commotion in the entire press room, Moreno almost jumped up.

Now, if he doesn't understand why Lin Sen is so honest, then he has been a reporter for so many years in vain. The young man in front of him is not young, he is just deliberately making things big. But after such a fuss... Atletico Madrid's senior executives are probably going crazy, right?!

"Can I understand that they rejected your order to play?" Alfonso continued to ask.

"This is your understanding. If you want to know what happened, I told you. I won't answer the others." Lin Sen smiled, his tone was also outrageously calm.

Alfonso was about to continue asking something, but Carpin seemed to have just reacted, "Your question is over. The next question."

Looking at Carpin, who was about to eat people, Alfonso sat down in disappointment, but he immediately became happy again. In any case, his goal had been achieved.

"Mr. Coach, we all know that you were a team doctor before. Can I understand that Reyes and Simon don't want to play and have something to do with this?" The question was Moreno. Obviously, he was quite dissatisfied with Lin Sen's "love" for Alfonso. As soon as he spoke, it was a question that was so harsh that it was almost explicit. Then, he looked directly at Lin Sen on the stage.

Everyone knew that everyone was just secretly mocking, and everyone regarded this question as Lin Sen's reverse scale. However, the expression on Lin Sen's face, who was facing this problem for the first time, was obviously not the expression Moreno wanted to see, and he seemed very calm.

"Have you always been a reporter? Mr. Journalist." Lin Sen did not answer Moreno's question immediately, but asked back.

"No, I was a writer before I became a reporter." Moreno thought for a moment and said, he understood a little why Lin Sen asked this, but he didn't think that writers would be harder to speak out than team doctors.

"Will you feel ashamed of being a writer?"

"Of course not."

"What about your current career?"

"…I can only say that I prefer being a journalist, and it has nothing to do with being an unauthorized writer."

"So, do you think there is anything to do with team doctors and coaches, as compared to writers and journalists?"

It was true. Moreno's heart was filled with tears. He knew what Lin Sen wanted to say, but why was he wrapped around it? Of course it was related, but can I say what he said in person?

"No." Moreno gritted his teeth.

"So, as you said. I used to be a team doctor, and now I am a coach. In other words, I am the best coach among the team doctors, and among the coaches, I am the best team doctor. Maybe one day, I will become the best coach among the coaches. Who can tell the future? Mourinho is the coach I admire the most. When he was a translator, who could imagine his current achievements? Do you dare to say that he is not a successful coach, but a successful translator?" Lin Sen decisively brought Mourinho into his camp. Speaking of his former profession, are there any more inspirational examples than Mourinho?

...Murinho, I knew it was the damn Mourinho again. How could you become that damn madman? Who is he and who are you? Moreno roared in his heart. As the mouthpiece of Barcelona, ​​Mourinho is almost a negative textbook for Daily Sports News.

"Mr. Coach, you have gone through so many turns and still haven't answered my question head-on. Is it related to your previous identity? If I don't think so, it doesn't mean they won't." Moreno said with a smile.

"Then you asked the wrong partner, you need to ask them this question!" Lin Sen also sneered, "Just me, I won't apologize for my career! I didn't know before, now, and in the future!"

The entire press room finally became quiet. Carpin looked at Lin Sen with a little startled look on his face, as if he had just met the young coach in front of him.

Good good!

Rhodes, sitting in the corner, was secretly amazed in his heart. Compared with newspapers like Marca, the Independent is just a tabloid, and the opportunity to ask questions depends on luck. But today he is an eye-opener. Who will say that the young Atletico Madrid coach in front of him is a young man? He Rhodes slapped him to death: Have you ever seen such a tiger? He refuted the reporter who is the most pointed-mouthed in Spain and speechless?

After such a small episode, the press conference was boring.

The next day.

Marca's headlines: Refusing to play, the players openly broke the head coach!

Daily Sports Headlines: Comparing to Mourinho! Arrogant? Or confident?
Chapter completed!