Coaching career started as a college team coach

///The military training was so tiring. It was so tiring. It was so tiring. ///

"It's ok, it's ok!"

"Get back to your position and defend as soon as possible!"

Wei Le said loudly on the sidelines.

Wei Le looked normal, but the fans on the sidelines reacted strongly. The huge exclamations and sighs were enough to show that the scene was not that simple.

This was because the threatening attack of Wolves was only a few centimeters away from the goal.

In the 15th minute, Koundene received the ball from the midfield. After receiving the ball, he immediately took two steps forward and then sent a pass. He passed the ball to Bowen on the right, who moved along the right.

Bowen moved forward at his fastest speed and finally caught the ball before it went out of bounds.

"Oh my god, almost!" Bowen exclaimed. He was already outside the court, and the ball was only a few centimeters away from going out of bounds. But in the end, he still caught up.

After Bowen slowed down to catch up with the ball, he dribbled diagonally into the penalty area.

Bowen's rhythm change was his main way to break through, so the Atletico players seemed to realize this and did not rush to press. Gabi ran back and stared at Bowen as if he was facing a great enemy, always on guard against possible cuts.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Bowen pretended to push the ball inside with his right foot, but in fact he jumped over the ball and then passed it directly to the right side with the outside of his foot.

People saw Kounde quickly moving forward, and the French full-back who was just strolling slowly in the defensive midfielder position rushed to the unguarded right side without knowing when!

"Fuck, it's bad!" Godin realized that something was wrong. At this time, the left-back Felipe was obviously in the front position, and he had to move away from his original position to limit Kounde.

Kounde was one step faster.

Before Godin, he caught up with Bowen's imaginative through ball, crossed with his right foot, and sent the ball into the penalty area!

Jota rushed up quickly and headed the ball!

The whole stadium was watching closely, but unexpectedly, the ball finally flew high over the crossbar.

Jota was so angry that he kept screaming, which seemed very regretful.

Burgos was furious, obviously very dissatisfied with this defensive mistake.

"Don't lose your position, you bastards!"

"Be more diligent, Felipe, where have you been?!!!"

Felipe ran back with his head down, and heard the angry Burgos' shout, and quickly raised his hand to admit his mistake. Burgos gave up and returned to his seat angrily.

Wei Le also heard Burgos' roar, and couldn't help turning his head to look over, only to see that the tall former Argentine goalkeeper was blushing at this time, dancing and shouting something loudly.

Wei Le didn't understand Spanish.

But Wei Le could feel Burgos' emotions.

He not only sighed that Atletico's coach was still full of martial virtue.

But Burgos' anger was understandable.

Being able to score the first goal would give them a psychological advantage in the game. And if they lost the ball first, they would probably have to bear more pressure. Both teams wanted to take the lead first.

It just seemed that the moment of scoring would be slightly delayed.

If Jota was not so anxious, he would have enough time to get the ball off first, instead of choosing to make a rash diving header. If Kounde could pass a low ball - he was fully capable of doing so - Jota's finishing would definitely be much easier.

But there is no if.

Wei Le was very calm. He knew that this was a wing attempt by Wolves. After that, Atletico's defense would definitely focus more on restricting the wing players.

At this time, the middle had the opportunity to penetrate the opponent.

The ball boy threw the ball to Atletico goalkeeper Oblak in time, but Oblak found that Atletico players were all in the backcourt. He wanted to serve quickly, but no one ran.

He could only put the ball on the ground and then kick it.

In the end, this attack was resolved in the midfield.

Just as Wei Le predicted, Felipe, who was criticized, played more steadily, and Atletico's right back Vrsaljko also took it back. Originally, Vrsaljko started because he was good at wing attack.

In this way, Atletico's wing attack, which had just started, stagnated again.

Burgos determined that the Wolves would definitely attack from the wing, so he sent heavy troops to defend, hoping to delay the Wolves' offensive momentum and consume the Wolves' physical energy.

But Simeone in the stands frowned.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Giuliano Simeone asked.Moni saw that his father's expression was a little strange, and asked hurriedly.

"Well... not quite right."

Simeone turned around and looked at the two UEFA officials in suits guarding the door of the box. He was a little out of breath and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"Burgos, he seems to think that Wolves will play on the wing."

"Well, is there anything wrong with this?" Giuliano Simeone was a little puzzled. The ball that almost led to the goal just now was hit from the wing, completely bypassing the midfield, just pure wing cooperation.

"Well... I don't think it's right." Simeone murmured, frowning, leaning on the railing and thinking. Seeing his father like this, Giuliano Simeone stopped disturbing him and turned back to find his mother.

The eldest son Giovanni Simeone has been very quiet. He knows that although his father is in the box with them now, his father is still working.

"Don't disturb Dad from working." He said to Giuliano Simeone, "This is a very important moment for him."

"If you have any questions, just ask me."

Giuliano Simeone nodded, glanced at his father's back on the balcony, and sat down obediently on the chair.

The game is still going on, and Wei Le has now put all the tension and fantasies behind him.

He is now focusing on the game wholeheartedly.

The pace of the game has accelerated at some point, Atletico's fouls have also decreased, and the game has become more fluent.

As Wolves' wing attacks became more and more sharp, both the left and right sides have exerted their strength.

Burgos finally made adjustments in the 25th minute.

When Wei Le saw that Griezmann returned to the midfield and Saul came to the wing to support the defense, Wei Le was delighted.

"Hooked!"

He shouted to the court.

"Brothers, now is the time!"

"Practice what we have practiced!"

Seeing Rodri's thumbs up, Wei Le smiled amiably, but in the eyes of Celars next to him, Wei Le's smile was more sinister and cunning than that of an old fox.