"drop……"

There was a harsh whistle, and the referee ran and took out the red card.

Team doctor Rafael rushed into the field immediately and made a gesture to put a stretcher on the field in just five seconds.

Simon King's scalp was numb when he saw it, but now he could no longer care about Fernandez's injury. He could only turn his head and look at the bench and said: "Aidara, Ofori, come here."

Aidala is the team's fourth central defender, and he replaced Fernandez, who just came on.

Ofori was the team's main left back in the past, and he replaced Kiki, whose brain was suffering from hypoxia.

Immediately afterwards, Ximen Jin called the captain over.

"Marco Paul, lead your teammates, and the whole team will switch to a bus! But listen to me, don't make any counterattacks. After you get the ball, control it if you can. If someone grabs it, just kick the ball away.

The further away the better, preferably from the touchline in their half."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell the two wingers to only play defense, not to attack. When you get the ball, move forward and take it slowly! Do whatever it takes to delay time!"

After receiving the order, Marco Paul turned around and ran away.

But Simon King suddenly thought of another thing and quickly stopped him and said: "I would rather commit a foul than give them a chance for a corner kick! Even if I get another red card for this!"

Looking at Simon King's bloodshot eyes, Marco Paul nodded again calmly, waved his hand, and ran back with the players.

Immediately afterwards, Fernandez was taken off on a stretcher.

Simon King and Cassiano rushed over at the same time.

Fernandez covered his shoulders, looked at Cassiano and said: "I fulfilled my promise!"

Cassiano didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He could only grit his teeth and comforted: "You did a good job, brother!"

Simon King also felt the sadness at this moment. He touched Fernandez's head and said gently: "Go and get treatment quickly. We will definitely stay in the Super League."

Moments later, the fourth official held up a sign indicating four minutes of added time.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the movements of the players on the field also seemed to slow down.

Simon King can no longer do anything. He is like a bystander, replaying in his mind all the past events that have happened to the team since he became the head coach.

"If you listen to me in everything, then we will successfully avoid relegation, and the qualification for next year's Champions League will also be ours."

The bold words at the beginning, the high spirits at the beginning.

Everything seems to be frozen in these last few minutes, three autumns in one second!

Finally, the whistle sounded to end the game.

Simon King did not celebrate or rejoice.

The moment the whistle sounded, he, like all the players on the field, fell to his knees weakly.

He and his teammates kissed the turf beneath him, and he and his teammates kissed each other and every comrade.

Their eyes were filled with tears, and their hearts were filled with vast oceans and sky.

"Who said that our relegation is a foregone conclusion!"

"Who said that our lineup is aging and we have no fighting spirit!"

"Who said that our head coach is just a piece of trash who plays games!"

"who is it?!"

Diogo burst into tears in front of the TV at this moment.

Babara in the coaching bench was crying and laughing at the same time.

All the fans who came to the scene cried. They looked at the players on the field as if they were watching bloody fighters.

But soon, their enthusiasm was rekindled, they shouted the name of the club loudly, and they shouted Simon King's nickname loudly.

"Caesar! Great Simon King! Great Vishenna!"

Amidst the cheers of the opposing fans, the Arouca players hugged each opponent politely.

They didn't have to do it, but they did it anyway.

Because this team, which was supposed to be relegated, this weak team put unprecedented pressure on them in this game.

Captain Taylor walked slowly towards Marco Paul.

Two great captains hugged each other tightly at this moment.

Arouca fans burst into applause at this time.

Their team has tried their best, and their opponents have indeed earned respect.

Head coach Armando slowly stood next to Simon King. Simon King managed to stand up, stretched out his hands and held them tightly.

"Young man, you are outstanding."

"thank you, sir!"

Simon Jin shook his head politely and sighed feebly: "You really taught me a lot in this game."

Armando was not polite and continued to smile: "If possible, I would like to talk to you alone after the press conference."

"Talk to me?" Simon King's eyes flashed with confusion.

"Don't refuse, okay?"

Looking at the sincere and friendly eyes of the other party, Simon King could only nod: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you must give me some useful suggestions."

"Go stay with your players, we'll see you later."

Armando smiled knowingly, looked at him deeply, and left.

…

After thanking the fans and returning to the locker room, Simon King no longer wanted to say any more words of encouragement.

But the players must ask him to speak out, and they must speak out.

After trying to shirk to no avail, Simon King also became excited.

He suddenly jumped on the table and said loudly with a smile: "I have long said that we will definitely be able to avoid relegation! Now we have done it! I announce that we will gather at the base at noon tomorrow and I will treat you!"

Babara thought that Simon King would praise the players, and thought that Simon King would look forward to the future.

But she never thought that this guy just wanted to invite everyone to dinner.

As a result, the corners of her mouth immediately raised, and her charming big eyes slowly turned into two crescent moons.

She knew it was time...

I want the team to sign a contract with him.

Thinking of this, Babara took a bottle of champagne from the hand of the handyman.

She walked to the center of the crowd, raised the bottle high, and said loudly: "Ball... no, brothers. Congratulations on staying in the Super League, and thank you for everything you have given to the team. But now, I have a

The question I want to ask you is - do you want Simon King to continue to be your head coach?"

"certainly!"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"If the team doesn't sign him, then we may have to retire collectively!"

Amid the players' joking, Babara smiled knowingly.

She put the bottle into Marco Paul's hand, looked at Simon King and said: "Jin, for the players, for the team, for..."

She didn't say the word "I", but everyone actually knew what she was talking about.

"...In short, on behalf of my grandfather and the club, I hope you can stay in the team. Although I know that your outstanding performance will definitely attract invitations from other clubs, but...but..."
Chapter completed!