Volume 1 Gamers in Portugal Chapter 3 Team Meeting Room
"Look down on me? You play games?"
"Haha, just wait and see, fools!"
Simon King naturally heard the conversation among the team members, and he knew that in the eyes of these people, he was just a fake.
But he was not disappointed, let alone uncomfortable, because in his heart, he, Simon King, was a noble swan and could not afford to argue with a group of chaffinches.
So he strode to the tactical blackboard, glanced at everyone's face first, and then raised his voice and said: "Before today's tactical meeting officially starts, I want to ask you if you still want to stay."
Super League?”
"Of course, of course we want to stay in the Super League! But the problem is, if we let someone who has never played football come in charge of us, what can we rely on to avoid relegation?"
The one who spoke was the team's midfielder and the team's thorny leader, Brazilian Claude Mir.
He was five years older than Simon King, so he naturally looked down upon this young and unqualified newcomer.
Immediately afterwards, another Brazilian, center Cassiano, also laughed and said loudly: "Maybe we can compete with our opponents on FM? I believe that in the game, our Simon King is invincible!"
"In this case, we can win the Champions League next year!"
"Of course! Not only the Champions League champion, but also next year's World Footballer of the Year will definitely come between the two of us!"
Amid the mocking laughter of everyone, Simon Jin did not speak. He just looked at the two of them coldly, ready to activate the system skills at any time.
But the team captain, another Brazilian Marco Paul, couldn't sit still.
He stood up with a slap on the chair, pointed at Claudemir and Cassiano and said: "Shut up, you idiots! This is Vesena, you are professional athletes! I order you to apologize to the head coach immediately!"
"Okay captain, no problem. I'm sorry! Mr. Coach."
"Yes, sorry sir."
The two of them laughed and apologized to Simon King, but their tone and expression did not show any remorse.
Marco Paul reluctantly showed his hands to Simon King. As the captain, he had done what he should do, but in fact, in his heart, he also had no expectations for Simon King's arrival.
Seeing that the team members were really dissatisfied with him, Simon Jin panicked slightly.
But he believed that the system would bring him miracles, so he immediately said in his heart: "System, use super persuasion power!"
"Ding! The skill has been activated and is effective for one hour."
As the system's words fell, Simon Jin felt a warm current surge through his body, and the panic just now disappeared completely.
He knew in his heart that this skill had an effect, so he pretended not to care, reached out and tapped the blackboard lightly.
"I know you are full of doubts about me, and I also know that you have lost confidence in relegation! But please note that if you listen to me in everything, then we will successfully avoid relegation, and the Champions League qualification for next season will also be ours.
.”
"Buzz..."
As soon as these words came out, an invisible force immediately emitted from the conference room. Deep in the hearts of each player, it was as if they were hit hard by these words, causing them to become silent instantly.
"Tomorrow's game is our first game on the way to the Champions League. And we will win all the last three games of this season!"
As Simon King explained his plan, the atmosphere of the team, which was originally devoid of confidence and lifeless, instantly became enthusiastic.
"Although he is a rookie, I don't know what's wrong, I just want to believe him!"
"Me too! Even though I know that reaching the Champions League is a fantasy, I was moved by his words!"
"I didn't think about anything! I only knew that after listening to Jin's words, my whole body was filled with strength! I wanted to kick Guimarães' ass right away!"
Amid the incredible exclamation of the players, captain Marco Paul suddenly stood up and shouted: "We must be a group of people who are cared for by God! Simon King is the messenger sent by God! Let us fight for him and for Wei Xue
Let’s fight for it!”
Under his leadership, the whole team was in high spirits. Everyone regarded Simon King as a gift from God and spontaneously sang the team song.
The singing of the team members soon alarmed everyone in the base. They didn't know what happened, and they all whispered to each other and talked about it.
"The last time the team was so passionate was probably half a year ago, right?"
"Isn't it? It seems that the team has a new coach."
"This coach is good at cheering up the team as soon as he comes here!"
The boss, Diogo, naturally heard the movement on the first floor. He sent his secretary out with some doubts to inquire about the information. He folded his hands and prayed: "God, is it possible that I got this appointment?"
Your blessing?"
After a while, the singing slowly stopped, and the conference room became quiet again. Only Simon Jin's voice was faintly visible through the wall panel.
"Quiet down, return to your seat, and listen to me carefully."
"No problem, Kim."
The one who spoke was still irritating Claudemire, but his tone now no longer had the slightest hint of ridicule, instead it was one of admiration and appreciation.
"Please remember what I said. If everything goes as I said, then we will definitely be able to avoid relegation, and the Champions League qualification for next season will also be ours."
"Remember! Please start the tactical explanation quickly, we can't wait."
As everyone answered in unison, Simon King wrote eleven names on the tactical board, and these eleven names happened to be arranged in a 4231 formation.
"Our opponent is our local rival Guimarães. In this season's league, they have used a total of four formations, and the most used one is the 4231 you see now."
Everyone stopped talking and just stared at the pen in Simon King's hand. Everyone became focused.
"Remember how you lost last time?"
Simon King used a pen to draw a circle on the name of the opponent's player No. 88, midfielder Thiago Silva, and then quickly connected the pen tip to the name of their center player Bruno Silva.
superior.
"Remember? Because of the cover of the center, the attacking midfielder was completely free in our 35-meter area, and finally completed a pass and a shot."
Hearing this, captain Marco Paul said embarrassedly: "That game was my problem. As a defensive midfielder, I failed to complete my task of marking Thiago Silva and gave him too much space to get the ball.
"
"No no no!"
Before Marco Paulo could continue, Simon King interrupted him firmly and said seriously:
"Maybe everyone is putting the blame on you, but I want to tell you that you played very well in that game and failure is definitely not your problem."
In fact, after the last match, Marco Paul was under a lot of pressure.
The media said he was old, and the players said he was in poor condition.
But in fact, he knew very well that not only did he play well in that game, but it was precisely because of his good performance that the team avoided conceding two more goals.
However, as the captain of the team, although he knew that none of this was his fault, he still bravely bore it all and never mentioned it to anyone from beginning to end.
So when Simon King said these words to everyone, Marco Paul felt a warmth immediately rise in his heart.
A kind of gratitude that a man would die for his confidant made him look at the other person with a blazing fire in his eyes.