Chapter Twenty: Shutting the Door and Hitting the Dog

  Chen Haonan had seen this situation many times before. Isn't it obvious that they came to cause trouble? Of course, just causing trouble on the football field.

  A team, if very strong, is always challenged by many teams.

  Or maybe the two teams are sworn enemies, going at each other hammer and tongs.

  Chan Ho-nam stared at the "red-white-black" tricolor emblem on his opponent's chest and immediately understood who he was.

  S?o Paulo Football Club's...

  This is another old brand team more than 100 kilometers away, and the capital team that rivals Santos.

  "There's a show today." Danielsen furrowed his brow and muttered to himself, then took strides towards the other party.

  Chen Haonan didn't follow, and from afar, he saw that the opposing lineup had also walked out a leader, who was about the same age as Denerlsen. Chen Haonan looked at him and felt somewhat familiar, but still couldn't recognize him.

  Brazilians look too similar to each other, how can he remember so many, unless the other person is a super superstar or his own relative, who has so much energy to pay attention, the President of Brazil only knows she's a woman, as for what Zhang looks like...

  According to Danielson's tone, these two people seem to be quite familiar with each other? They hugged and held each other, just like good friends...

  "Taylor's gone, this game could have been avoided, after all, it wasn't up to me," Denilson said expressionlessly.

  "No way, we've already agreed on this, can't back out now. It's just perfect to test each other's strength ahead of time." The man had a face full of flesh, and when he spoke, the flesh jiggled like two pieces of fatty pork.

  "Isn't the S?o Paulo Invitational coming up soon? What's your hurry?"

  "It's like that, we have to fight a match, first get rid of you guys, save trouble..." The man spoke aggressively, "Two days ago we went to Corinthians, we thrashed them 3-0, I think today's result will be the same, maybe even better."

  He didn't care about Danielson's feelings at all. This guy is really arrogant and hasn't even started fighting yet, he's already talking big.

  Rushing in front of Deneris, it seems like no one can stop him? But why is he so powerful? Chen Haonan watched from afar, unable to understand, Deneris was a soccer star, what was the other guy...

  No matter how hard the other person's words were, Denerison didn't stir up any waves and remained very calm. However, in the end, Denerison still accepted the opponent's challenge.

  "Hao Nan, gather the young men, we are going to shut the door and beat the dog."

  Ugh... closing the door and beating the dog, I like it. Is this really the first thing I do when I go to work? Yelling at everyone to fight? Chen Haonan got a bit excited, although he wasn't doing it himself.

  In fact, without Chen Haonan calling out, those running teammates had already stopped and were hurrying towards Chen Haonan in quick steps.

  Still leading is Curtis...

  "No more nonsense, let's fight! The loser will line up to welcome at the S?o Paulo stadium!" Guti seems to have recovered from the blow earlier and stood beside Denilson, directly making a bold bet.

  This guy really likes to gamble, doesn't even know the other party's strengths and weaknesses, just shouting to gamble, it's indeed a bit like a mountain chicken's nature. However, this has nothing to do with him, can only sit back and watch the battle unfold, Chen Haonan thought to himself as he shook his head.

  In the past on the football field, it was always his word that counted, and this time has been more than a year away from myself. Now thinking back, it's actually quite fun...

  "Then you'll be waiting to eat a loss." Another player from the opposing team also came out and spoke loudly.

  "Eat a loss? Who won the championship last season? If I'm not mistaken, it seems that Santos won the S?o Paulo state championship by three points over S?o Paulo......" Can't help but say that Guti's brain is still quite bright, his words are directly pointing to the professional league of S?o Paulo state.

  That was the adult league match, he took out his senior's achievement to suppress the opponent, and it was quite impressive.

  As expected, Gutierrez's words left his opponent speechless.

  "Listen up, kid. That's their business, we should handle our own affairs. Bringing them in won't necessarily make things better for us. Just like if you guys lose to us later, your seniors might not be able to save face for you either."

  What is called "protecting the short"? The head coach of Saint Paul's youth team is a typical example. He immediately helped his players to relieve themselves and even ridiculed their opponents, turning the tables on them.

  "Less nonsense, let's fight." Denerlsen didn't bother with courtesy and simply said these five words.

  Then pulled open the distance with the opponent and returned to his own player's side.

  "I believe many of you have played in the invitational tournament last year... cough, I won't say more about the importance of this match. You've all placed your bets, if we lose this match, you'll be waiting to humiliate yourselves on their home turf. Nothing else to say, get these animals out of here within 120 kilometers and just win, can't afford to lose!"

  Dener finally got a bit excited, but after pausing for a moment, he added, "At least we can't lose... being able to beat Corinthians shows that they are well-prepared."

  The three traditional giants of S?o Paulo state, S?o Paulo, Santos and Corinthians... in the most important professional league in Brazil. Whether it's the first team, second team or third youth team, they are all facing each other with hostile emotions. Obviously, this is an uninvited challenge, also full of gunpowder flavor.

  Chan Ho-nam was fortunate enough to encounter this strange phenomenon on his first day of work.

  At 10 o'clock in the morning, just finished a game... oh no, it was watching a game. Chen Haonan corrected his own thoughts.

  "Hao Nan, don't be distracted, learn more." Behind him, Denerlsen was like having eyes on the back of his head, suddenly and quietly reminding him.

  What's it to me? Chen Haonan muttered, then thought for a moment and realized he was wrong. After all, he was the assistant coach of the youth team and should learn some tactics...

  "Hao Nan, I saw your birthdate, you're actually still one week away from turning sixteen, right?"

  Huh? Checking household registration? What does it mean to ask this question at this time?

  "Uh-huh, still six days...” Chen Haonan naturally didn't understand what kind of situation Denilson was in and could only answer truthfully.

  "Uh-huh, that's good, so it doesn't count as a foul. How many minutes do you think you can play if you come on?"

  Huh? Huh?

  Chen Haonan was completely stunned. It turned out that Denerlsen had planned to let himself appear on stage. He couldn't help but take a half step back, it was an unconscious reaction.

  Is he afraid? He asked himself.

  "To be honest, I haven't kicked a ball in a year, and I don't know if I'm still capable." His words were somewhat hesitant, revealing that he lacked confidence.

  A person who hasn't kicked a ball for a year and has foot problems, you let him rush into battle temporarily, who wouldn't be afraid? Just like a player who just recovered from an injury, do you expect his level to perform normally? This requires great perseverance.

  Just like a chick. The chicken is abused by people every day, it doesn't even dare to stand up, one day it was rescued, do you expect it to see a beauty and immediately become energetic? That's impossible.

  "Let's see how things go, if the team is in a tight spot, you can go up and play for a bit, just believe in yourself."

  Uh... going up to play a bit, does that mean like you did back then, when Brazil was leading by two goals, going up to step on the bicycle and drag out time? Chen Haonan inadvertently thought of the 2002 World Cup final, where Denilson came on for Ronaldo...

  "Alright, kids! Don't fight alone, work together to take them down. Of course, if necessary, foul them rather than let them show off in front of us. Got it?" Coach Denilson didn't continue questioning Chen Haonan, but instead shouted at the many players.

  Deng Yilun's playing style is soft, but his coaching style is very tough. Even Tanaka was taken aback, thinking that people who have been trained in Europe are different, and it seems that he had a hard time back then too.

  And what about the lineup on the other side? A row of tall guys. This formation doesn't look like they're here to play soccer, but rather to get into a fight...

  Chen Haonan had another thought, what if the game really turned into a fight in the end? Fighting is nothing, but if you can't beat them and have to run, you can't outrun them, right? If they throw you down at that time, wouldn't it be miserable?

  The atmosphere suddenly became much more serious.

  Although it was a youth team match, fans began to arrive at the stadium one after another.

  Of course, most of them are young children or parents and friends of some players.

  Anyway, the training ground that can accommodate 2,000 people was filled with at least 300 fans. This is Brazil. Too many people love football, even a friendly match without any significance will attract spectators!

  Denerlein also arranged the formation and urged his teammates onto the field before quietly sitting down on the grass.

  Since this was just a training ground, there wasn't even a coach's seat, so he naturally sat down with the other substitute players.

  In fact, not mentioning Chen Haonan, for many children, Dinielsen is also a stranger. Even most people don't know him. Dinielsen just arrived one week earlier than Chen Haonan and is also a stranger to everyone.

  If it weren't for his credentials being there, I reckon some people still wouldn't be convinced.

  "Hao Nan, come over here." He beckoned Chen Hao Nan with his hand, indicating for him to sit a bit closer.

  "Don't be distracted, focus on the game. This match might really need you to play, observe your teammates' positions more."

  Got it, Dernier Nelson gave him on-the-spot guidance.

  Chen Haonan, as an attacking midfielder, naturally needs to be in the game. A good attacking midfielder should have a good overall view, have a decisive pass, and have a stunning performance or a shocking display... Of course, this is a high standard.

  Chen Haonan is naturally not bad, what's bad is the confidence that has been absent from the stage for a long time!

  The game has finally started.

  Although it's a match for 13- and 14-year-old boys, the technique is not inferior to that of top European clubs, and may even be better, because this is Brazil.

  Moreover, tactics and strategy often become less important, what matters is the technical superiority of one head over the opponent...

  So from the start of the game, Dener's face didn't look good.

  No tactics involved, just a straightforward gameplay, a bunch of mindless little guys rushing around and bumping into each other... reminds me of myself back in the day.