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On the evening of January 29, Jose was lying on the bed in the hotel - the day before the game, the players must not go home. At this time, they usually live in hotels or club players' dormitories. However, Mallorca did not build players' dormitories, and they stayed in hotels every time. Jose once complained about this. In his opinion, building a good dormitories is much better than staying in a hotel. Although the initial investment is relatively large, it is very beneficial to establishing the players' collective consciousness - but now he doesn't care. If he spends more money on the club, it may be easier for him to acquire the club in the future.

He opened his right hand palm and the modifier flashed with light appeared in his palm again. However, just like before, it was still flashing with light without any prompt information.

"Maybe he could scare him to meet someone in the middle of the night." Jose muttered in pain. He was almost desperate about the so-called modifier. He had tried countless times in the past five years, but he could not find a way to use this modifier. He originally thought that the modifier would play its role after becoming the head coach, but this hope was also shattered.

"Forget it, with the experience of rebirth, I have become a formal coach again. I don't believe that I can't lead the team to achieve good results... Xiao Ming is still an outsider, but he was just reborn a few years earlier than me, and he can make money. I am a regular rebirth of time traveling through time and a new regular coach. I am still afraid that I can't make things right and play my own sky in La Liga? What Xiao Ming can do is that I, Jose, will definitely do better than him, because I am more expert than him.

Thinking of this, Jose tightened his right hand and let the so-called modifier disappear in his palm.

I raised my wrist and looked at my watch. It was only 8 o'clock in the evening, and it was very early. The game was tomorrow afternoon. Before that, I usually set off for the stadium at noon. The players would not sleep too early. If I go to bed early, I would get up early. In the afternoon, it would be easy to get sleepy and affect my performance on the court.

So Jose planned to leave the room and take a look at the players' mood now. Soria, a small town in northern Spain, where Numancia is located, is not a very prosperous place. The city seems to be described as a "town" - the permanent population is less than 40,000, and the main economic pillar is tourism. There are some ancient buildings everywhere. The players are not interested in these places, so Jose did not intend to check their houses.

The entire third floor of this hotel has been booked by the Mallorca Club. Jose's room is in the innermost part of the corridor, and one room is alone. This is also the special treatment of the head coach. The assistant coaches and the players are two in one room. Jose walked over and pushed the doors one by one to talk for a while - this is also a way for Jose to relax.

Natal and another assistant coach were watching TV. There was no one in the rooms of Stankovic and Ibagasa, and there was no one in the rooms of the two Solers. When Jose walked into the rooms of Nadal and Ngongga, he found that the room was really lively - except for Nadal and Ngongga, the two Solers and Olesora, and five old guys played poker together.

When Jose saw clearly what they were playing, he couldn't help but sweat. Each of them had two cards in their hands, five cards in the middle of the table, and everyone had a bunch of chips in front of them - Texas Hold'em.

Jose, who had been in the United States for two years, naturally knew how brain-consuming this way of playing. Compared with the so-called stud, Texas Hold'em can better reflect the wisdom and judgment of players. When Jose was in the United States, he sometimes liked to play two games in Las Vegas. He was addicted to it for a while, but after he started to learn coaching courses, he quit because it was too brain-consuming.

Now Jose understands why it’s all the old guys playing this kind of game, and young people don’t have much patience to play this.

Seeing that several veterans were having a good time, Jose did not disturb them. After chatting for a few words, he found that they were playing Texas Hold'em with a relaxed mood. This would not make them overly excited today or make them too depressed tomorrow. Jose said goodbye from this room and then walked to the next room.

Although the old guys were playing cards, they were very quiet. Before Jose could open the door to the next room, he heard a noisy sound from inside.

Amid the sound of heavy metal rock music, Tristan was shouting loudly with mouths flying with Etoo: "Listen! Listen to this sound that makes people feel passionate! This is music! Compared with this, rap is simply weak!"

Etoo covered his ears with a helpless look on his face.

"Hey, Diego, make the sound smaller." Jose closed the door with his backhand and closed the sound more inside the door. The sound insulation effect of this room is very good, but Jose just stood outside the door and heard the music inside.

When Tristan smiled and turned off the volume, Jose shook his head: "What's the point of making such a loud sound? It's a little bit smaller, that's music."

"Boss, you are only one year older than me... But now I think you seem to be twenty years older than me... Young people should listen to some exciting music!" Tristan said with a lip silence.

"Look at Samuel, he is five years younger than you, and he can't stand the sound of your music." Jose smiled and pointed to Etoo who had just put his hands off his ears: "A person with a little quieter can't stand the volume of your music."

"You guys are so lacking in passion," Tristan said with a shrugged.

"That's because you're too passionate." Jose laughed, then ignored Tristan and turned to ask Etoo, "How about it, are you still used to living in the same room with this noisy guy?"

"Basically, except when he plays music..." Etoo replied, and Tristan smiled beside him.

"Just get used to it... Samuel, you are not the main player tomorrow, but I hope you don't have any opinions about it. You must know that you and the team have only been practicing together for three days." Jose looked at Etoo and said.

Etoo nodded: "I understand, sir, I will have no objection to this."

"But you can't just think that you won't play in this game... If Diego and his team are in trouble, I will still send you to the field, because I said before that we are not on the striker now and need to score goals... So when you are off the court, you have to carefully observe the performance of your teammates and be familiar with their characteristics, because I may use you at any time. Do you understand this?" Jose continued.

If Etoo had been a member of the Chinese Young Pioneers, he might sing a sing of "Be ready at all times", but unfortunately, he had never been, so he just continued to nod to Jose's words, and then simply replied: "I understand."

Mallorca is a mid-range team. Their home stadium can only accommodate more than 20,000 people. Generally, teams that have achieved good results in La Liga history often have home stadiums of about 40,000 to 50,000, not to mention the two great home stadiums owned by Barcelona and Real Madrid with a capacity of nearly 100,000 people. However, compared with Numancia's home stadium Pajaritos Stadium, the San Mois Stadium is already a behemoth.

Pajaritos Stadium, stadium capacity, 3,000 people.

In fact, this number is already very good. You should know that the entire Soria has only 40,000 permanent population, and its home capacity is close to one-tenth of the population of the entire city. According to the proportion, it is similar to Mallorca's home capacity - Mallorca also has a population of 300,000.

As a newly promoted player last season, Numancia's performance this season is pretty good. The victory of the last league has made them ranked 15th and has temporarily escaped from the relegation zone. For the fans of this small town team, the team's performance is enough to make them cheer.

Facing Mallorca, who ranks much lower than them, Numancia's fans expect the team they support to bring another victory.

However, it is obvious that Mallorca's third place victory over Vallecano before the last game has already made Numancia be wary enough - they are promoted teams, with average previous results, and they will play carefully in every game, and their head coach will not look down on any opponent.

So after the start of this game, Numancia learned from the defeat of Vallecano, who was also a newly promoted team. They did not push the attack heavily, but instead engaged in a tangle with Mallorca in the midfield, and the defenders would never rashly press on.

The tactics formulated by Jose are also not rash - the old defense line is Mallorca's wealth, and it also pulls Jose's retreat - they are not afraid of any team in positional battles, but they have no good way to face rapid counterattacks, while Numancia is a typical new team, and rapid counterattacks are their way to survive.

So at the beginning of the game, the scene seemed quite dull, and the defense lines of both sides were kept intact. Although Tristan was extremely sharp in attacking, it was not easy to score goals when facing the opponent's complete defense lines.

Mallorca has certain advantages on the court, because their offensive combination is not bad at positional battles. Ngongga frequently passes the ball, Stankovic and Ibagasa on both sides make crosses after continuous breakthroughs, and Tristan is constantly competing for the top. Although this tactic is simple, it still has certain effects against a team like Numancia that does not have outstanding players.

Although there was a little insufficient attacker, Mallorca still scored the first goal after a continuous attack - now their mental outlook is different from before, and the last victory has mostly returned to them.

After a breakthrough from the side, Stankovic did not make a cross, but unexpectedly dribbled the ball from near the baseline and penetrated directly into the penalty area. His breakthrough made Numancia's defense line mess up. Then Stankovic passed the ball into the penalty area. Tristan leaned against the opponent's defender and shot with a shot. The ball was clean and neatly entered the net!
Chapter completed!