Chapter 203 Six People Slashed
Chapter 203 Six People Slashed
Huelva coach Victor Munoz, who lost 0-3, left Ibiza with a smile.
Great to finally get out of the bloody Copa del Rey entanglement!
Yes, that's what Mr. Munoz is thinking at this moment.
Although one and a half months later there is still a home game to be played in the second round of the fourth round of the King's Cup, but in Mr. Munoz's calculations, this routine game of the King's Cup will not be considered at all.
At present, the 2007/2008 La Liga season has gone through 12 rounds. Huelva's record is 3 wins, 3 draws and 6 losses with 12 points, ranking eighteenth in the league. La Liga's relegation rules are 20 teams The bottom three are relegated, which means that Huelva is now deep in the relegation zone. Now for this team, there is nothing more important than desperately scoring points in La Liga.
For Huelva, the most important thing now is relegation, which is to stay in La Liga after the end of the season. As for working hard in the Copa del Rey, is that what relegation teams should do? Only a fool would consume energy and stamina in the King's Cup.
Victor Munoz rubbed his temples. He is worried now. Fortunately, it is the national team match day and the league is suspended. This gives the Huelva team a rare chance to breathe.
"Arnold." Mr. Victor Munoz sighed, and said to his assistant, "We have been eliminated from the King's Cup, and now we can focus all our energy on the league."
Arno Stadzer nodded, and he also automatically ignored the second round of the Copa del Rey.
"When you get back, train these guys well." Victor Munoz waved his hand, "Every game after that is a final for us!"
"Yes! We must work hard!" Arnaud Stadzer agreed very much.
"Very good, it is to have this winning attitude and fighting spirit!" Munoz said excitedly, "Win! We must win the next game! The team needs a victory! The fans also need a victory , Arnold, what is your expression?"
"Victor." Arnold Stadzer's expression seemed constipated, "Our next round of the league will be a guest at Camp Nou..."
"What's the matter with the Nou Camp, let me tell you—well, we will play Barcelona in the next round." Munoz waved his hand and froze in the air, "It's okay, we will let Barcelona go, next round of the league , we must win!"
"Victor." Arnold Stadzer really wondered if the head coach had been kicked by a donkey, and he became dizzy. He had to remind, "Our fourteenth round of the league is a home game against the Royal Palace. Madrid!"
Muñoz's expression was stiff, for a while, he blinked, and then blinked again.
Then, Mr. Victor Muñoz erupted, "Damn it, damn it, we are already in such a difficult situation, and even arranged such a schedule for us!"
Mr. Muñoz covered his face with his hands. He felt that it was too difficult for him.
"It's okay, Arnold!" Munoz rubbed his cheeks carelessly, "Win the game we should win, and we will definitely be able to avoid relegation!"
Arno Stadzer nodded with a wry smile. It was easy to say, but difficult to do.
At this moment, Victor Muñoz's cell phone rang. Mr. Muñoz looked at the number and immediately looked serious. After a few seconds of silence, he pressed the answer button.
"Victor, I'm sorry to call you at this time." On the other end of the phone was Alberto Molina, the general manager of Huelva Club. "We regret to inform you that you have been fired!"
"Victor, what's the matter?" Arnold Stazer asked with concern when he saw Muñoz hang up the phone with a ashen face.
"Arnold, I, I was fired." Munoz smiled wryly and squeezed out a smile. He curled up on the back of the sofa and was extremely frustrated. He felt aggrieved. It was easy for him. Thinking about the team's future games, he was thinking about trying his best to lead the team to avoid relegation. What did he get? A phone call, cold words, and getting fired.
"How can you be like this!" Arnaud Stadzer was furious. "The team's approach is too unfair to you! You are doing your best for Huelva, you—"
At this moment, Arno Stadzer's cell phone rang.
Seeing the caller number, Arnold Stadzer's eyeballs almost popped out. He quickly and covertly glanced at Muñoz next to him, and while covering the phone screen, he got up, "Victor, I'll go out to answer the call." A phone call from my dad."
"Go!" Muñoz waved his hands carelessly in a state of lovelessness.
He walked out of the room almost steadily but quickly, then quickly and gently closed the door, and ran to the corner of the corridor in a sprint, and answered the phone, "Mr. Molina, yes, it's me, you said."
"Yeah, I also raised opinions on the employment and tactics of the Munoz guy, but he didn't pay attention to it. You know, I'm just an assistant coach."
"thanks, thanks."
"Thank you for your appreciation and the club's trust!" Arnold Stadzer straightened his waist, "I will definitely not let the club down!"
After hanging up the phone, Arnold Stadzer seemed to be glowing. He hummed a little tune, Shi Shi ran back, and when he reached the door, he immediately put on a serious face, "Victor, I just gave Molina Sir on the phone, I tried to intercede for you, but..."
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"Congratulations to the host, the [six people beheaded] task is triggered, and the current task is completed and enters 1/6!"
Fang Jue, who was clapping with Miss Papa, suddenly stiffened.
Miss Papa's long hair is disheveled and panting, but she is secretly happy. She has found a famous gypsy female fortune teller. Tonight at 10:35 is the best time of the month. I just glanced at it. Time, it is exactly ten thirty-five!
There is a door!
In the next second, Miss Papa shook violently again like a volleyball doll.
what--!
Miss Papa watched the best time pass quickly, and she screamed in anger.
The moonlight was fine, and the tired Miss Papa was already sound asleep.
Fang Jue made a cup of coffee and started to work late at the computer desk. He entered the official website of Huelva and saw the club's latest announcement. The head coach of Huelva Club, Victor Munoz, had been fired. Coach Arnold Stadzer temporarily coached the team.
Fang Jue sighed, alas, tell me about you, if you win this game, maybe you won't be fired, why do you have to do such a thing that hurts others and benefits yourself?
deserve it!
Fang Jue felt refreshed. His humility, low-key, kindness to others, fellowship with the light, and even his character of benefiting human beings by suffering losses, sweating and troubles, the most unsightly is that of Victor Muñoz. It's not good for yourself!
The next day, the Ibiza club received a reply from Villarreal. The club, nicknamed 'Yellow Submarine', rejected Ibiza's young Uruguayan central defender Martin Ka, who was on loan. Villarreal's reply to Serres' purchase request is: Villarreal attaches great importance to Caceres! We will not sell him!
Fang Jue glanced at the fax, he knew, there is a door!
If you really don’t sell it, just say you don’t sell it, and talk about what to do so much. The subtext of such a reply is obvious:
Brother, the price is right, my sister is yours!
A day later, in the thirteenth round of La Liga, a focus match was played at the Rose Garden in Malaga, Andalusia.
With 28 points, Ibiza, which ranks first in La Liga, VS Malaga, which ranks second in the league with 27 points.
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