The person who called off the press conference was Xiao Hill.

Lin Sen didn't ask anyone, and the news came to him quickly. The outside world didn't know about this, which seemed to be a blessing for Lin Sen, but everyone knew it anyway. Now everyone knows that Hill doesn't like this new agent coach. Of course, many people think this is just a matter of course, right?

Lin Sen's performance was very calm. He led the team to train as usual, went home on time as usual, and went to bed on time as usual. It seemed that none of this affected him.

The entire Atletico Madrid team participated in Lin Sen's bet. Lin Sen only brought more than a dozen people to Valladolid, three goalkeepers, seven defenders, seven midfielders and three forwards. On the surface, it was because this was just a away game. Valladolid was not far from Madrid, and he could basically go back and forth in one day, so there was no need to make more trouble.

Former head coach Aguire was originally a 433 practitioner, but after taking over Atletico Madrid, he focused on teaching according to his aptitude, but he allowed Atletico Madrid to play 442 for nearly two seasons. Although the formation changed, Aguire was still the stubborn Aguire. After confirming the formation, Aguire never changed the formation. As if it were the beginning, he fell behind and led the way. He was so strong that he would replace someone with no strength and howl in a lively manner. He played until now, in terms of football games, he was familiar with the four-four two. Other formations? Sorry, people were at a loss. So, for Lin Sen, as long as he was not seeking death, it would be better to follow Aguire's old path first.

Lin Sen didn't know how Atletico Madrid fans imagined how he chanted scriptures in the locker room before the game, but in fact, he just announced the starting list of the game, and then everything went the same. The players didn't seem surprised. They just waited for the staff to inform them that they could enter the game and started the first gambling game.

It was less than an hour before the start of the competition. In a small bar that could be seen everywhere in the slums of Madrid, the small old-fashioned bar was already crowded. A group of old men gathered from various parts of the city, playing cards, drinking and chatting. From time to time, the sound of wine glasses colliding together, and the men's heartfelt laughter. This was the most lively moment of the week in this bar.

Without the bright lights of young people and the wine and the wine of rich people, this group of people who may be the most hardworking lower class in this city, but have the purest hobbies and beliefs of this city: football, Atletico Madrid. For them who bear the burden of life, being able to sit in the stands of Calderon Stadium on every home weekend is already their whole life. Following the team to every away game is obviously a luxury that is out of reality, but even so, it does not prevent them from shouting and cheering for their beloved team under the same screen.

"Frank, haven't the starter come out yet?" someone asked loudly at the bar.

"Damn it, you've asked the tenth time." The tall Frank replied a little annoyed. The bar was the busiest time and his busiest time, but this group of people always like to repeat the same question at this time. "I will tell you after I've told you all."

"Haha. Isn't you in a hurry?" the man laughed indifferently.

"I said, Frank." At this moment, another rough voice shouted, "Do you dare to connect a net to this broken bar? It's not a primitive society."

"Never." Frank replied angrily, and his tone was unusually straightforward, "If you want that thing, go somewhere else."

"Old stubborn." Tucker raised his head and poured a big mouthful of beer, and curled his lips.

At this time, in a small corner of the bar, Barr was drinking slowly and listening quietly to other people's conversations. Perhaps others could not understand Frank's little stubbornness, but he understood in his heart that as Jimmy said at the beginning: Some things are better to be old. This is not just a nostalgic complex, but if everyone is only staring at their own small screen, they will easily ignore the familiar figures around them. Although that may be the general trend, everyone always has their own persistence.

Looking at the bustling crowd around him, Barr grinned and took out a melon seed, threw it into his mouth with the shell, closed his eyes, as if he was tasting the unique salty taste.

"It's out." Frank shouted a moment later.

"This is still four or four two." Immediately, someone shouted, "Even the players are exactly the same as the starter in the last game!"

"What's so strange about it? I was a team doctor, what else can you expect?"

"Damn Cerezo, isn't Atletico Madrid degenerate enough? And so is Hill."

...

Barr listened coldly to others and discussed the team and the new head coach. Atletico Madrid fans' mentality towards this new coach is actually the same as watching the game. Even though they know that their strength is not as good as their opponents, and even though they know that the score is impossible to recover, they always hold a lucky mentality and always hope that miracles will happen. But if miracles appear so easily, they are not miracles.

Sometimes, Barr really doesn't want to use his other identity, one of the leaders of AAA.

AAA, that is the title of Atletico Madrid extremist fan organization.

Valladolid's home stadium can only accommodate more than 20,000 people. With the Bernabeu and Camp Nou, such a stadium is simply too shameful to even a small stadium in La Liga. It is said that it is the Sorilla Stadium named after a Spanish poet. When Lin Sen stood on the sidelines, the scene was not poetic at all. These damn home fans actually booed, and it seemed that they were targeting him.

"Damn it, I'll provoke you." Lin Sen felt very unlucky, but fortunately, the game will begin soon.

If you look at the cards simply, Atletico Madrid obviously has an absolute advantage. In Lin Sen's words, if it is playing cards, you can kill the team on the opposite side with just a wave of things. Unfortunately, football games are not a card game. Look at the eleven people on your side, the transparent color of the old god, and then look at the eleven people on the opposite side. The most unhealthy goalkeeper also has a light green color, and the whole team is like a mother playing stimulant.

This is unscientific. Lin Sen lamented in his heart.

As we all know, in the late stage of the football league, there are always two teams that you can't afford to offend. One is the championship team. When this stage comes, it is basically a jackal, tiger and leopard, and everyone wants to bite the meat. The other is a relegation team. When this time, this team is a bit vulgar, it is a hooligan who knows martial arts, and no one can stop it.

Don't believe it?

0:1...

Before he even had time to judge the situation on the field, Lin Sen almost vomited a mouthful of old blood. Damn it, isn't it too fast? He looked at the time and only three minutes had passed.

Sorilla Stadium cheered and thundered.

OK.

Lin Sen shook his head. Anyway, his third bet was to concede more than five goals. Even if these people on the field don’t want to score, they should at least try not to concede the ball. But Lin Sen shook his head, and the TV station’s commentator got excited.

"Atletico Madrid lost the ball at the beginning, Lin has already started to shake his head. It seems that the young Chinese has not adapted to his coaching role. As a head coach, doesn't he know that the coach cannot easily express his emotions in front of his players, especially this kind of action that obviously reduces morale."

"Maybe Lin is just reminding his team members not to be injured. Never be injured..."

"Don't be so harsh. Louis, Lin is now a head coach. He is no longer a team doctor, haha..."

...

Lin Sen didn't know that his subconscious action was openly ridiculed in front of countless people through TV. He stared at the stadium in a flash. In fact, he had always wanted to figure out that with Atletico Madrid's overall strength, no matter how poor it is, he shouldn't lose like this, as if he was bullied by others. Now it seems that the problem is obvious.

Everyone knows that football is an eleven-man team sport. Atletico Madrid has obviously forgotten the word "team". To put it nicely, the third line performs its own duties. To put it bluntly, the defender only cares about clearing the ball, the midfield only cares about controlling the ball, the forward only cares about playing the ball, and then the third line is disconnected and everyone dies the ball together.

Seeing the problem, it seems that Lin Sen should solve the problem next, but Lin Sen doesn't want to solve it now, and it can't be solved. The former is because he has to let the players know why a team must have a head coach. The latter is because his bet has not even started, and he has not even obtained this cheap prestige, so how can he solve it?

Lin Sen looked at the colors of his own players on the court. Two of them were gradually turning green. One was left-back Anthony Lopez, and the other was Uruguayan striker Diego Fran. After all, he was a professional player. The arrogance of the star could never be easily wiped out at any time. Lin Sen smiled in his heart.

At the 31st minute of the first half, Atletico Madrid advanced in the midfield. When Maniche saw the opponent's player rushing towards him like a mad dog, he cursed in his heart and directly sent the ball to Fran who was retreating to respond. The ball was not fast, but Fran was already the closest player to the ball. Unfortunately, Manichehe forgot that Fran has never been a player who is good at speed.

The opponent's Alvaro Rubio had been eyeing each other for a long time. Seeing that the ball was not fast, he didn't want to get entangled, so he rushed up and planned to break the ball before Fran took the ball. However, Fran didn't even frowned, and touched the ball almost at the same time on both sides, but in the end, Fran, who was taller, had the advantage, but he was also entangled by the opponent, and his back was facing the opponent's goal.

Lin Sen's eyes suddenly lit up, and Fran's color instantly turned dark green. At the same time, the color above his head seemed to suddenly spread down.

Fran leaned on the opponent's body, pulled the ball lightly with his left foot, and his body turned around quickly. His movements were extremely coherent, and he looked particularly free and easy. He almost easily left Rubio behind. Of course, more importantly, Fran began to face the goal directly.

"It's coming!" Lin Sen shouted in his heart.

really.

Fran just looked up and forgot about the opponent's goal, and gently took the ball, without any concern at all that he was more than 30 meters away from the goal, and a heavy gun was already out of the box!

"Diego! Fran!!GOALLLLLLLLLLL……………”

The unique long tone of the Spanish commentator detonated the bars of all sizes in Madrid at this moment. At this moment, countless wine glasses collided, countless arms waved, and countless throats roared. In the stadium, Fran raised his hands high with one hand. This was his fifteenth goal this season, thirty-two rounds of fifteen goals. The goal efficiency is not very high, but it is definitely worthy of Atletico Madrid now.

"This is the star!"

Lin Sen on the sidelines shouted in his heart, but on the surface he looked calm.
Chapter completed!