During training breaks, players take breaks to adjust.

Riquelme and Palermo sat on the court and chatted relaxedly.

"Russo is doing fine today. There are smiling faces on the training field, and he is no longer so serious to everyone."

"Yeah, just now Sauro took a risk by dribbling the ball forward. Russo didn't criticize him, but encouraged him."

"That's right! That conservative guy is rarely so open-minded."

"Is it because he wants to leave?"

"Maybe it has something to do with it. I have to leave anyway, so I might as well just go ahead and do it without any worries."

The two were chatting, and someone behind them quietly interrupted.

"This relaxed state will definitely be more beneficial to the team!"

Without looking back, Riquelme and Palermo knew who was behind them.

Palermo was annoyed: "You don't train well and you come here to eavesdrop on us?"

Long Yu chuckled: "I'm taking a break from training. I'll come over and chat with you."

Palermo: "Who wants to chat with you?"

Long Yu: "Don't say that. The conversation between the three of us is a technical exchange between the three captains. You have to be willing to do it even if you don't like it."

Palermo: "I just..."

Riquelme: "Control your emotions! Control! Control!"

Suppressing the idea of ​​hitting someone, Palermo simply didn't bother to talk to Long Yu.

Riquelme looked calm and asked: "Long, why did you come to see us?"

Long Yu sat down directly opposite the two of them, took Palermo's water bottle without hesitation, and drank it cleanly.

Then handed it to Palermo.

Palermo looked back at Riquelme: "Look at him, is this something a human does?"

Riquelme: "Control, control..."

Long Yu looked at Riquelme: "Romi, have you noticed that the team's bench depth is insufficient now."

Palermo: "Are you saying you won't be able to play in the next game?"

Long Yu: "I'm talking about serious matters, please speak politely."

Palermo: "I'm fucking kidding you, right?"

Long Yu: "Don't get excited, control it."

Palermo: "..."

Riquelme: "Long, the team's bench depth is indeed insufficient. What do you want to say?"

Long Yu: "I suggest that a few more young players be promoted from the youth team to fill the first team."

Hearing Long Yu's words, both Riquelme and Palermo fell silent.

In fact, the two of them had mentioned this suggestion to Russo before.

And not just once.

But Russo is very conservative.

He values ​​experience more than talent and strength.

As for Long Yu's increase, Russo only compromised after repeated requests from Riquelme and Palermo.

Therefore, Long Yu's increase in salary was not at all what Russo wanted.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Long Yu to be refrigerated.

After all, if Russo had to choose by himself, he would prefer players who are humble and low-key.

And now, Long Yu actually proposed that he would like to suggest to Russo how many young players should be promoted?

Riquelme and Palermo looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"This kid is a bit crazy."

"It's not a little bit, it's quite crazy."

"You have just become the third captain, it has only been less than two hours, and you are thinking about reform?"

"How about I go to Russo first and give him some advice?"

"What's the suggestion?"

"It is recommended that he hire Long as an assistant coach to assist in team management."

"That makes sense."

The two looked at Long Yu again and shook their heads.

The implication is obvious.

You are a newbie, a young boy, just stick with the team and take care of it!

Don't be shy!

But in Long Yu's eyes, he didn't think so.

"What are your looks like? Do you agree or not?"

Palermo didn't bother to talk to him, so Riquelme said something.

"Of course we support your suggestion and have mentioned it to Russo more than once, but..."

"But Russo moved me up!"

"Even if you join the first team, however..."

"But if I can come, others can come too!"

"Even if you can come, it doesn't mean that others can come too. Because..."

"Because you two are so eloquent! You didn't persuade Russo! If I take action, I will definitely get it done!"

Long Yu said these words domineeringly, walked to the side of the court with his head held high, and headed towards Russo.

Riquelme and Palermo were stunned.

"Romy, did he just say that we are not very good at eloquence?"

"Is he a little crazy?"

"It's not that he's a little crazy, he's so crazy! I'll give him the nickname 'Madman' from now on! Okay!"

"Forget it, let him hit a wall, it's a lesson."

"Okay, if something goes wrong anyway, let's help him out."

"I really owe him in my previous life."

The two old guns looked towards the sidelines.

At this time, Long Yu had already arrived at the side of the court and stood in front of Russo.

It was a bit far away and I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I just saw Long Yu talking endlessly, chattering, and bbing.

Russo stood in front of him, seemingly confused.

Fortunately, I didn't get angry.

This is already better than the worst outcome expected by the two old guns...

The two of them watched Long Yu's performance on the sidelines with great interest.

They didn't want Long Yu to offend Russo again.

However, it would not be bad if the arrogant guy Long Yu was properly humbled.

The two looked at it.

Long Yu rambled for nearly three minutes.

Russo stood in front of him, motionless.

Long Yu stopped talking. He reached for the assistant coach's water glass and took a sip.

"Holy shit, Romi, he really takes anyone's water glass..."

"Well, so don't blame him. He doesn't disrespect you... he's just a person."

"..."

After drinking the water, Long Yu continued.

He talked for another two minutes.
To be continued...