Chapter 4 Kill the Game!

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on your successful victory in a game, reward one achievement point."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on your success in creating a personal coaching record, three to zero, and one achievement point."

As soon as the game is over, the coaching system will push the rewards, and Gao Han is so happy.

Got two more achievement points!

This time the skill card can be upgraded again.

It takes one achievement point to upgrade one star to two stars, but two stars to upgrade to three stars, four stars to upgrade three stars, and so on, if you want to upgrade from six stars to the top seven stars, you need thirty-two an achievement point.

Although this is difficult, but... the skill card is really useful!

Gao Han now has two achievement points and can upgrade a skill card. Is that a defense card? Or an attack card?

Oh, by the way, wait a minute, leveling up resets the cooldown, and now leveling up is at a disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Gao Han resisted the urge to upgrade and quit the coaching system.

The fans around the stadium cheered and congratulated the Chinatown team for a wonderful game.

Before the game, they all chose to support the strong Getafe Second Team, but after this game, they all completely changed their minds on the China Town team, and were even conquered.

At least at this moment, they are all congratulating the Chinatown team from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hello, Mr. Emiro, this is a really good game, isn't it?"

Gao Han took two steps, came to the coaching area of ​​the visiting team, and stretched out his hand towards Emiro with a smile.

The little-known head coach of Madrid had a frighteningly gloomy face at this time.

Zero to three, this is definitely a painful blow for the Getafe second team.

What's even more unacceptable is that they lost to an amateur team, which is a shame!

Even Emiro wondered if he would be fired because of this.

Thinking that he might not be able to secure his job, Emiro couldn't care about anything else, stared at Gao Han fiercely for a while, snorted coldly, turned around and left, not even bothering to hold his hand.

"Oh, what a rude fellow!"

Gao Han didn't mind either, looking at his outstretched right hand, hehehe smiled.

He is the winner. He is very happy to win this game. How can he be compared with others?

"It was an exciting game, Mr. Coach!"

Just as he turned to go back, a voice came from beside him.

Gao Han looked back and saw two people came, one was a Mediterranean man in his thirties, and the other was a young man with freckles.

"Thank you!" Gao Han reached out his hand with a smile when he heard the other party's appreciation.

"Hello, Javier Matayana." The Mediterranean man smiled naively.

"Hello, my name is Gao Han."

The freckled boy beside him waited until Gao Han shook hands with Matayana, and immediately stretched out his hand happily.

"Hello, sir, my name is Fernando Torres, and you can call me Ferdi."

It seemed that the young man admired Gao Han's performance of commanding the team just now, to defeat the strong by the weak.

"Mr. Gao Han, please forgive me, have you played football before?" Mattayana asked with concern.

Gao Han shook his head, "No, but I worked for our Chinese professional team for six or seven years, and then went to the Autonomous University of Barcelona to study football."

"Oh, that's a famous school in the football world, as famous as the Cologne Institute of Physical Education in Germany and the University of Liverpool in the UK."

"Yes, during my studies I have been intern with the Barcelona first team."

"With Van Gaal?" Mattayana's eyes lit up.

Louis van Gaal, the famous Dutch coach, is now the most famous top coach in Europe, but not long ago, he just announced his departure from Barcelona, ​​who had been coaching for three years, but this did not detract from his illustrious name.

"Yes." Gao Han nodded.

Matayana secretly thought to himself that it was no wonder that he was taught by a famous teacher.

Although Van Gaal has left Barcelona, ​​this is not a war crime, and his contribution to Barcelona in the past three years has always been unanimously affirmed by insiders.

It was only at this time that Gao Han noticed the camera hanging on Matayana's chest, and he understood a little.

"Javier, are you a journalist?"

"Well, Marca."

Gao Han snorted, he was not familiar with Marca and the Spanish media.

"Can you summon all your players and let me take a picture?" Matayana shook the camera and asked with a smile.

"No problem at all."

Gao Han smiled and turned around, "Hey, brothers, come and take a picture!"

As soon as he said hello, the players who were scattered around immediately ran over one by one.

This also made Matayana notice that every Chinatown player looked at Gao Han with admiration in his eyes.

It's not easy!

"Oh my God, Javier Matayana?"

"Are you Javier Matayana?"

"What? Javier Matayana of Marca?"

The players exclaimed.

On the contrary, Gao Han was a little surprised, "Is he famous?"

"Oh, please, boss, the chief reporter of Marca. He specializes in tracking top stars. He is brothers with many big-name players. He is known as a hand-eye in Spanish football. Do you have a name?"

Gao Han was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the Mediterranean Sea with a simple smile would be so famous.

"It's just a fake name." Matayana smiled lightly, looking like he didn't have the air of a famous reporter at all.

Gao Han didn't say anything more after watching it. He greeted the players and prepared to line up to take pictures.

"Boss, here."

"Yes, you stand in the middle, boss!"

"Hey, the boss has to stand in the most conspicuous place in the middle to speak properly."

Gao Han was helpless and could only stand in the middle.

Matayana chuckled, stepped back, and held up the camera.

"Okay, get ready, look at the camera, one, two, three, click!"

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The amateur team counterattacked with three goals, and the Chinese coach created an epic battle!

The next day, Marca published an opinion piece by Matajana prominently on the second edition of football, dedicated to the community invitational match that took place in Fuenlabrada, and a small, Chinese City team's post-match family photo.

In this article, Matayana introduced this thrilling game with his emotional words, and described the whole process in a very tortuous way, which made people excited and addicted.

Gao Han, this little-known rookie coach, and Chinatown, an amateur team that has always been insignificant around Madrid, also entered the attention of all Marca readers for the first time.

But some people are very unconvinced.

In the offices of the Fuen Labrada club next door to the Pistas Stadium, President Aalto and head coach Cabanilas were even more indignant after reading the article in Marca.

"Did Matayana take money from the Chinese and write an advert? He actually blew this Chinatown team like this?"

Aalto snorted, "Don't he know that in Fuenlabrada, we are the flags?"

"That is, we worked so hard to reverse the deadly enemy 2-1 in Alcocon, and he didn't report it, even the second team of Real Madrid Castilla and Atletico Madrid. team?"

Head coach Cabanilas shook his head and sneered, "If you say it's okay, who would believe it?"

The European Cup in full swing has just come to an end. All the giant teams are preparing for the battle. The transfer market is very lively, but there are very few football games. In the surrounding area of ​​Madrid, this is a community invitational tournament with a public welfare nature. .

Many newspapers such as Marca, Aspen and El Pais also reported on this event, but only Marca focused on the Chinatown team, while several other newspapers focused on professional teams, especially It is the strongest second team of Castilla and Atletico Madrid.

These two teams are recognized as the favorites to win the championship!

"The draw for the third round is out, the Fuenlafrada derby."

Aalto said this, and looked at his head coach without warning, "Lorenzo, don't repeat the mistakes of Emiro!"

Cabaniras narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly, not without arrogance, "I'm not an idiot like Emiro, I won't give the Chinese even the slightest chance."

In the end, Cabaniras looked confident.

After all, Fuenlabrada is a professional team in Spain's third-tier B2 league, and its strength is obviously better than the fourth-tier Getafe second team.

"Have you studied this team?" Aalto asked with concern.

That is to say, but the Chinatown team defeated the Getafe second team, it is certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Well, this team just played a warm-up game against Vilarosa a month ago."

"The amateur team that was beaten 5-0 by Alcocon in the first round?"

"Yes." Cabanilas nodded and smiled, "In that game, the Chinatown team lost 0-8."

"What?" Aalto was dumbfounded.

In terms of strength, Alcocon and Getafe should be similar to the second team, both of which are fourth-level teams.

Vilarosa lost to Alcocon by five goals, but won China Town by eight goals, which in itself is convincing enough.

But who would have thought that the China Town team would win the Getafe Second Team by three goals!

"Emiro is too arrogant, thinking he has a certain victory, he didn't do his best at the beginning, which resulted in the team missing the best fighter, and the China Town team was provoked by the fouls of the players of the second team of Getafe. The anger, the super-level performance, and this caused this humiliating fiasco."

"But unlike Emiro, I'm going to kill the game from the start!"

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It's the weekend again, and it's the Fuenlabrada Stadium.

The home team Chinatown a week ago has now become the visiting team, but they are still wearing red jerseys.

Because the home team Fuenlabrada's jersey color is blue.

It was both an intra-city derby and a third-round knockout of the Community Invitational Tournament. In addition, Fuenlabrada defeated the archenemy Alcocon a week ago, and the Chinatown team defeated the Getafe 2nd team, so this game The game attracted more fans.

The crazy fans not only surrounded the Pistas Stadium, but also occupied the windows, balconies and rooftops of the houses around the stadium, and the whole scene was very hot.

At the beginning of the game, the Fuenlabrada team showed the strength of their second-class league team.

Although the visiting team China Town took the lead in kick-off, but after passing two or three feet, the ball fell to the feet of Fuen Labrada.

Since then, the Chinatown team has never been able to touch the ball again.

As soon as Fuenlabrada grabbed the ball, he immediately took control of the game and launched a round of indiscriminate bombardment of the Chinatown team.

The players are resolutely implementing the coach's tactical intentions, killing opponents and killing the game from the very beginning!

Head coach Cabanilas put his arms around his chest and Zhuo Li was on the sidelines.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

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