Chapter 21: Paper Strategy

  The match has entered a crazy track.

  Both sides were full of fire, originally Brazilians would despise such a dirty move as pulling and grabbing, but this match was an exception.

  Although the actions are not big, there are many small movements.

  Alas, Brazilians are not averse to fouling, it's just that their actions are quite covert... Chan Ho-nam sighed as he watched the situation on the field. He had also suffered from this kind of service, usually in the back.

  This game is more of a headache, no referees...

  If there is no judge, then it's just a case of "everybody has their own reason".

  Just as he was muttering to himself, Curtis was suddenly knocked down from behind and fell painfully to the ground.

  Someone stretched out a foot from behind and blocked his forward direction, not only losing the ball but also losing balance.

  "Hey! Foul!" Curtis yelled as he lay on the ground, but nobody paid any attention to him. After intercepting the ball, they still passed it out...

  Damn it! He couldn't help but curse loudly, anyway there was no referee, nobody would get a red card, so the curses were naturally very casual.

  Santos' side was silent, and the other team didn't care. The ball passed through two feet and ran to the front of Santos' penalty area, while Guti was still scolding in the front field.

  Luckily the opponent's forward didn't shoot the ball into the goal, or else Curtis would have gone crazy.

  The ball is back at Santos' feet.

  Following Danielsen's previous instructions, the ball quickly passed through midfield and found its way to the striker. The ball once again reached Gutiérrez's feet. But this time, just as he was about to control it, the opponent's tall center-back had already crashed into him.

  It was unclear whether he was charging at the ball or at a person, but Gutierrez flew out like a little bird and the ball once again ended up at the feet of S?o Paulo.

  "Foul...!" Gutierrez rolled on the ground in agony, finally managing to shout out in a voice that was unusually pained. Only then did his teammates start to gather around, pushing and shoving the defender who had committed the foul, especially the smallest one who had been running the slowest, who charged to the front.

  The slowest runner, but the fastest when fighting? Chen Haonan looked at the little guy with great interest and couldn't help searching for his name on the player list. Nicolas Torna No. 14? This guy's absolute speed is very fast, usually pretending to be, otherwise how can he run like a leopard now, and this temper seems...

  He was thinking about it when Nicholas, small but mighty, tiptoed up and grabbed the offending center.

  It turns out that it's still the main force of the dry dock, the real striker... Chen Haonan is happy.

  Of course, the players of Saint Paul were not to be outdone and quickly formed a human wall, then forcibly pulled the central defender back from the smaller player. The two sides immediately faced off.

  "What's wrong with you? Want to fight?"

  Less than ten minutes into the match, the gunpowder smell was so strong that a chaotic battle broke out at any moment.

  If it weren't for Denilson's quick speed, he suddenly rushed to the middle of the field and shouted "stop" in the crowd. The stadium would have turned into a battlefield.

  He rushed to the opposing team's captain and shouted loudly: "The game is suspended, if there are no referees, how can this situation be resolved? It will not be good if a fight breaks out later."

  He also had a vision for this situation and was able to anticipate it. In fact, he wasn't particularly clever, but rather he instructed the players before they took the field in this way.

  It's really not good to have no referees now.

  "It's not a basketball game, and there's still a timeout? Get out of here! If what just happened is considered a foul, then we might as well go home and hug our mothers!"

  Didn't expect the other party to be so ungrateful, and what's more, they spoke in a piercing tone, slowly walking onto the field.

  Chen Haonan looked at him and thought he didn't look like a coach, but rather like an underworld boss. All it would take is one sentence: "Brothers, charge..." and then he'd be left hiding in the back to watch the show.

  "Damn it! If you really want to do this, I'll make sure none of you can leave this training ground! Do you believe me? Later on, if there are a dozen or so kids with broken arms and legs, I'd rather quit this crappy job than have that happen. What about you? Think about it! Don't pretend to be something you're not!"

  Dennison was no longer polite and shouted loudly.

  This remark didn't scare the opposing team's captain, but instead made the faces of all the players on the S?o Paulo team change color. Who isn't afraid of being ganged up on?

  This is their home court...... There are still about 300 people watching from the stands over there.

  A few anxious people turned around and looked towards the ball fan area, only to find that more than a dozen people had indeed stood up over there.

  "Then who will be the referee? You and I definitely can't do it, nor can the staff, otherwise there is a possibility of covering up!" The coach of Saint Paul finally compromised temporarily, but also eliminated the possibility of being at a disadvantage.

  This sentence is no problem, it's just who to let be the judge? De Nielsen and he thought broke his head skin also can't think of a way, in the end only good to throw his thoughts towards the audience seats...

  Before long, these two people really invited a referee over.

  A middle-aged policeman wearing a police uniform? Everyone was shocked.

  The two coaches were indeed very powerful, and the referee was actually a police officer...

  He's that chubby one, still somewhat forgivable, but looking at his demeanor, he's at least 1.8 meters tall, with a physique like a special forces operative, who dares to be arrogant in front of him?

  Both sides of the players have left a small mind.

  Both coaches naturally walked back to their own domains and sat down on the grass at the same time without saying a word...

  Just wait to be blown away! You bunch of savage S?o Paulo guys! After Denilson sat down, he was still sneering. Thinking that although they were police officers, after all, they were from Santos City, couldn't they take care of things a bit? The calculations in his mind were quite loud.

  The opposing commander also had a silly smile on his face, and in his heart, he was also secretly resentful. Stupid x, don't think I didn't notice, you didn't see the badge next to him, showing off the city of S?o Paulo...

  The two coaches on the sidelines each had their own thoughts, but on the field, it became much quieter than before, at least with fewer fouls.

  The game gradually entered its prime, with the ball being kicked more and more smoothly.

  S?o Paulo, after all, is the best team in the state's youth training, and after twenty-five minutes of play, they completely took control, with the ball at their feet like a wrapped-up package, and Santos players were powerless to take the ball back for counterattacks.

  That's the gap. In fact, the technical difference between Brazilian players is not big, but the team consciousness and coordination are big.

  The youth team of S?o Paulo is not only technically skilled, but also very familiar with each other's play, and this familiarity is reflected not only in their offense, but also in their defense, which is seamless.

  So Santos team even if the last attack to Sao Paulo team's large penalty area, the final are all in vain. Less small foul of Santos central defender, still calm and steady cut off Guti's ball...

  "Look, I told you your team can't even play against us, just wait to be humiliated! With you being a rookie coach who just retired, what achievements can you bring? Don't end up getting fired by Santos after playing against us and tarnishing your coaching career..."

  The opposing coach's words were heard clearly by Chen Haonan. He thought to himself that this guy must have a deep grudge against Denerlsen, and it was a major one. What kind of deep-seated hatred made him mock the head coach like this?

  His understanding of Denny Nelson only stopped at his player career and didn't know more about it.

  Dener didn't respond to the provocation and kept his eyes on the players' performance on the field.

  Although the team has been at a disadvantage, it's not as weak as the other side said. They can't break through the opponent's defense, but the opponent also can't tear open their own team's defense. The situation in front of the goal is precarious and perilous, making him want to get on the field and play.

  The game has now become S?o Paulo pressing against Santos...

  "Hao Nan, what's your take on this match?"

  Chen Haonan didn't expect Deneilson to still be able to ask him what he thought at this time.

  "The two teams' young players' match, actually full of loopholes... The defense is all the same, relying on individual defense, without team awareness. To be honest, the S?o Paulo team did better, at least they can still zero our breakthrough, but those two tall and brainless central defenders, thinking their defensive skills are very strong, but that turning speed, even playing Tai Chi is not as slow as them, plus the distance between the two full-backs is too open, although paying attention to coordination, but that space is really big..."

  Chen Haonan let out a big breath and said it all in one go, leaving Deneilson stunned.

  Denilson can also be considered an attacking midfielder, because when he first started out, he played as a left winger. After hearing Chen Haonan's views, his heart was stirred up again. He thought to himself that if he hadn't spent the last year of his career studying for his coaching certificate, he really wouldn't have been a match for this young man, at least not in terms of explaining tactics...

  He cleared his emotions and said calmly, "What you said makes sense, but unfortunately our passer doesn't seem to realize this. Or else, by the time they're ready to pass, it's already too late. I need a more ruthless passer!"

  Chen Haonan originally wanted to say that fast and slow are actually relative, otherwise Argentine football superstar Juan Roman Riquelme would also be eliminated.

  He may not necessarily capture the opportunity at the first time, but he can grasp the most reasonable timing to pass the ball, and they are all fatal. Chen Haonan originally wanted to say so, but he was afraid that Dener would mistakenly think that he wanted him to come on, so he stopped saying it.

  "What if you were on stage, could you do it?" Denilson suddenly said.

  It's not even thirty minutes yet, and he wants me to go on stage? Chen Haonan fell silent again. He can talk about it on paper, but if he really goes on stage, he may not be better than his teammates. What if the ball just reaches his feet and is snatched away by others, making him even more embarrassed!

  "I... don't know." He honestly replied.

  Just then, Santos' goal was finally opened by S?o Paulo.

  "Hahaha, Olivela, what did I say? You guys can't take it! Next, wait for a beating!" The opposing commander burst out laughing, winking at Dernielsen with great pleasure.

  "What the heck, it's just one goal? You really think you've won? Take a closer look, it's only twenty-nine minutes in, we still have plenty of time to tear you apart! Don't get too excited too early!" Denilson gritted his teeth and retorted fiercely, but didn't look him straight in the face, remaining focused on the game.

  Taking advantage of the opponent's celebration, he hastily beckoned to the players and gathered them together, discussing tactics.

  Chan Ho-nam looked at Dernier awkwardly and didn't go forward to join in.

  What else can be said, it's definitely about his own set of tactics, but is he a bit timid? He let himself go on the field, shouldn't he seize the opportunity? But, compared to Guti in terms of technique off the field, once on the field, can he really do it?

  He has self-awareness, and he is also afraid...