In the match against Pisa, the score did not continue to change.
Without Nagy, Pisa completely lost the chance to recover the score.
Sanremo won two consecutive league games with a score of 3-1 and is still at the top of the Serie B standings with a strong momentum.
They scored nine goals in two rounds and they went crazy.
But what makes people speechless is that in the news after the game, big news such as Sanremo's two consecutive victories were defeated by news such as "Nagy Sotu is at odds".
This is an extremely rare case where someone provokes Sotu, the great butcher, in person.
What's more, Sotu is also the head coach of Sanremo.
"Is there a problem with the basic disk?" With discord within the team, how far can Sanremo go? 》
"AC Milan's genes are acclimated in Sanremo?" Sanremo's own youth training Nagy gave Sotu a look? 》
"irritable! Sheng Yifeng refused to shake hands with Sotu after being substituted! 》
"Just go back to the locker room and take a shower?" Najib has such a good temper, Sotu's approach can easily destroy the confidence of young players! 》
"Switching on and off in seven minutes, Najib's anger is justified. This is the greatest disrespect for professional players!" 》
"This is career and mission!" Sotu came on and replaced the teenager at seven minutes, putting the team's interests first! 》
"You forgot to take the other team's jersey after exchanging jerseys?" Lu Yang left the field in a hurry after the game and rushed into the player tunnel first! 》
…
In the locker room.
Najib did not rinse, but sat in a daze on his seat with his head sullen.
There was indeed some anger left on his face.
The reason why it is said to be residual is because there is still some expression on his face... of deep thought and fear.
It seemed that he had realized what he had done.
"Pack your things and come with me." Lu Yang went straight to the locker room, took the car keys, and left the locker room without even flushing.
Najib followed him.
The two men had just finished playing football, especially Lu Yang, who was covered in sweat and sat directly in the car.
Um, Molic's car.
boom!
With a blast of the accelerator, the car left the Makabaka Stadium.
More than ten minutes later, Lu Yang drove to a small beach. The environment here was not very good, the quality of the beach was also poor, and there were not many people.
Not all beaches are crowded.
"Lu, I know what you want to say. I am indeed a little irrational, but the boss is too..." Najib roughly knew what Lu Yang meant.
Lu Yang is a very good teammate and the team captain. He works hard on the court and often takes the lead off the court.
Najib was very impressed with Lu Yang as the captain.
But Lu Yang reached out to stop Najib and said to him: "Najib, how old are you? Almost twenty-three, right? You are older than me, but you know that I am actually very mature, so... I hope Let’s communicate in an adult way.”
Najib was stunned.
This was the first time he saw Lu Yang so serious.
He nodded subconsciously.
"Do you think you are excellent?" Lu Yang asked.
Nagy frowned.
This question is very offensive.
Especially when Lu Yang asked this question.
Seriously, what kind of young player dares to say that he is excellent in front of Lu Yang?
The international mainstream may recognize Enriquez, Mancini, Pawlowski, Mercan, Ceballos and many others, and there may be more in the 22-25 age group.
But... even Nmanpa and others were beaten to pieces by Lu Yang during the actual competition, weren't they?
Brother Lu's slap in the face was definitely done with skill.
So...how do you ask Najib to answer?
In fact, this sudden serious inquiry made Najib feel a little... humiliated.
It was so inexplicable that this sudden and damn self-esteem was broken.
Najib: "What do you mean? I am not a very talented player, but I believe I can get to where I am today. For myself, I am excellent."
Lu Yang looked at Najib.
Three seconds later, he shook his head.
"No, you said the opposite," Lu Yang said. "You are an excellent player in stoppage time, whether it is based on the rigid standards of today's football or compared to the height you can achieve."
"You think your talent is mediocre, but in fact your talent exceeds 80% of center backs! You are squandering your talent and wasting the talent God has given you."
Najib had a question mark on his face.
Am I so awesome?
"Don't pretend to be confused, you have always understood this!" Lu Yang exposed Najib's "performance", "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to smile calmly after scoring an own goal."
"I won't go to the nightclub as usual the day after the team suffers a draw."
"After the team has introduced a strong central defender, it will not be aggressive and there will be no pressure."
"Because you know that you are full of talent and you are worthy of the team and fans waiting for you."
"Neither Palacios nor Bernoulini will suppress your playing time for a long time, because they are very old and their peak period will not be long."
"Sanremo has not introduced a central defender of your age or playing age. There are many reasons, but I am afraid that consideration of your ideas and respect for you are indispensable."
"You know this very well, and because of this, you don't have high demands on yourself."
Najib was unable to refute what Lu Yang said.
Because in fact, in his heart... maybe he really thought so.
With such treatment, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a biological son.
Because Najib is Sanremo’s biological son.
From a pedigree perspective, Nagy is far more pure than youth training players like Lu Yang and Sanremo.
Because Nagy is a native of Sanremo, Italy. He has played football in the Sanremo area since he was a child, and joined Sanremo's dilapidated youth training echelon at the age of eleven.
Everyone in Sanremo grew up watching Nagy.
Najib is also very familiar with them.
This healthy relationship was quickly elevated and mythologized after Sanremo's promotion.
In the entire Sanremo, apart from Lu Yang and Moric, who is the most famous, most popular, and most loved player by local fans?
Not Bayzami, not Versage, not Sogel, but Nagy!
Proud of being favored.
This is the case with Najib.
"But I have never stopped making progress. I am getting better and better!" Najib finally began to refute Lu Yang, because Lu Yang broke through his comfortable mentality and exposed him directly to the real society. middle.
Everything you get now is not because of your hard work or your ability, but because you have a good relationship with everyone and everyone takes care of you.
This is unacceptable to anyone who is still angry.
They long for their strengths to be recognized by others.
Such words are often heard from the mouths of good-for-nothing idol stars and boy band members.
The more people have no real abilities and abilities, the more they want their abilities to be recognized by others.
And Najib, compared to Lu Yang, Moliqi and others, isn't he just an idol star?
He has never been able to change the situation of a battle.
If Moric controls Sanremo on the entire pitch.
If Lu Yang dominated all the games Sanremo participated in, he dominated the fate of Sanremo and its enemies.
Then the only thing Najib can dominate is his own goal, and he still dominates through own goals and mistakes.
He's nowhere near as stable as Palacios and Rondo.
Those two players seemed to be able to do it as long as they didn't want the other side to score.
Najib will never have this kind of temperament, because he knows that some people just can't guard against them.
But he has never tried. Even though everyone knows that I can't guard against it, I just want to guard against it... even once?
He didn't!
"Are you sure that your so-called progress is enough for this Sanremo?" Lu Yang tortured his soul, "From Serie D to Serie B, the team has actually undergone an update."
"If nothing else happens, there will be a second update this season and next season."
"The speed is very fast. Compared with normal teams that only change one generation every five, six or even ten years, Sanremo's rate of change every three or four years is really too fast."
"Because both we and our opponents are becoming stronger by leaps and bounds. This season, we may face opponents from the five major leagues in less than half of our games."
"We may even encounter a wealthy team with top reputation and top strength."
"And are you ready?"
"Look at the faces of the teammates around you. How many of our teammates in Italy can you find? They are all sitting in offices now. Why? Are there no other factors besides age?"
"Do you also want to work in the Sanremo scouting department next year or the year after that? If so, I can help you apply for a chief scout position with Mr. Russell!"
"I'm not afraid you won't like to hear it. I can tell you directly that among the current Sanremo starting and main rotation players, you are probably the weakest one!"
Lu Yang's language is very direct.
He even heard a clicking sound.
That was the sound of Nagy's heart breaking, oh no... that was the sound of the door handle of Moliqi's car breaking.
"You can't say that to me, Lu, we are good friends. I respect you very much in the team. Although you are younger than me, I have always regarded you as the captain. What you are saying now is too hurtful!" Najib His neck was red, he was angry and aggrieved, "You can't judge me like this just because you are famous now, have entered the national youth team, have a higher salary, and have a higher net worth!"
Najib stood beside the car, getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, as angry as a wild beast.
"You think I do?"
boom!
Lu Yang smashed the hood of the car angrily. The little broken car shook and almost fell apart.
Lu Yanghu's eyes widened and he was equally angry: "What I told you are all facts. Except for the local media in Sanremo, this is how others evaluate you."
"And you and I both know that their assessment is correct, and you are indeed! You can hardly keep up with Sanremo!"
"I am your captain, and I also treat you as a friend, so I must say this to you."
“Because I don’t want to lift the championship trophy without Najib by my side!”
Najib's pupils shrank, as if he finally saw the terrifying scene in the future.
If I am no longer in the championship photo of Sanremo...
"After the Serie D season ends, the team will prepare to introduce one or two young central defenders when recruiting." Lu Yang opened his mouth and told some secrets. This is some information that only he knows. This is what Sotu gave him. the highest right to know.
Don't talk about Najib, Moliqi doesn't even know this.
"I say this is not good for your growth. If the environment in which young players grow up is too intense, too utilitarian, and too stressful, they are likely to be overwhelmed or grow up eager for quick success." Lu Yang said, "I firmly believe that your talent is enough for you to follow It’s even faster than the team’s growth rate.”
"I have also seen talents with better talents than you. Because of the huge pressure, they never pass the ball in the team game and squander all shooting opportunities. In the end, they changed from a young football king full of spirit to a fan. It hurts Zhongyong with emotion."
"But last season, you had so little growth with so many starts."
"What the team wants is not that you suddenly have the ability to guard Enriquez and Mancini. The team just wants you to stay focused during the game and appropriately improve your passing and stopping abilities."
"Is this really hard?"
"If you use the time you spend in clubs on the training field, I think you will even exceed the growth tasks the team has set for you."
"This year, the summer that just ended, the team wants to introduce Pirola from Espanyol!"
Speaking of this name, Najib's eyes clearly fluctuated.
Because Pirola... is a central defender of the same type as him, even the same age, but indeed much better than him!
This is a very direct competitive relationship.
If Pirola joins Sanremo, it goes without saying that Nagy will be behind him in the starting lineup.
This is sensitive information that the media has not captured.
"But I still choose to believe you. I hope the team can wait until next summer before making a decision." Lu Yang said, "On the one hand, I am confident that the abilities of myself, Moric and other teammates can make up for the shortcomings of our defense."
"On the other hand, I always want to see the Nagy that I want. I know that all the old Sanremo fans must also think so."
"Lahm is not here to compete with you. His direct competitors are Latuidi and Versacci."
"The growth environment you received is the best in this team! I don't want you to squander the team's good intentions and your own talents anymore! You should be the pillar of our defense, not a colander!"
Lu Yang said a lot in one breath.
No one ever told Najib this.
Everyone Najib met told him that he would become an excellent central defender in the future.
But only Lu Yang told Najib, you should be an excellent central defender now, otherwise you will have no future.
And Lu Yang was indeed right.
Even Lu Yang himself has experienced players like Bechelci competing for position in the team.
Although Moric has no competition, as the core of the team, he will be blamed for the team's poor performance. His pressure on the public platform is 10,000 times greater than Najib's.
For those mistakes that Najib made, if Moric made only one tenth of them, he would be shamed by the entire network early, and then be abandoned by the team and establish a new core. There is no second possibility.
Najib covered his head and looked at the waves next to him, completely autistic.
"I...I..." Najib finally shed tears. He cried like a child, "I'm afraid I can't do it!"
! ! !
"I really can't do it!"
"I'm afraid of failure!"
"I know I will never be able to change the outcome of the game in an instant like you do!"
"I will never be able to develop the passing control and organizational skills as good as Moric."
"I'm afraid of comparing myself to you."
“I was afraid to see the disappointment in the eyes of the uncles and aunties on the streets of Sanremo.”
"I know they won't scold me, but I'm more afraid of such a situation."
"I thought...if I didn't work hard, I wouldn't be considered a loser. Because I could tell myself that I just didn't work hard. If I worked hard, I could do it too!"
Woohoo!
The 1.91 meter iron tower burst into tears.
Looking back on the past, Najib also showed great dedication and passion on the field. He also used his head, face and body to block the inevitable football.
But after feeling the gap in progress, Najib became afraid, so he backed down and appropriately shifted his attention to the sidelines.
This is a situation that many young people will encounter in their struggles, especially young people with better conditions. They can use the success of the team to hypnotize themselves and stop themselves from being fooled.
But deep down, they all knew that they were just escaping.
Involution is certainly wrong, but not being exploited by dog capitalists and not working hard are never either-or, and the two can even have nothing to do with each other.
"What should I do? Lu, what should I do?" Naji looked at Lu Yang with tears in his eyes.
This time, he really knew he was wrong.
He really should work hard.
"I will help you communicate with Suotu, but you must be prepared to face his thunderous anger, and... you must make obvious changes in training, you must!" Lu Yang said.
…
On the way back, Lu Yang casually mentioned the matter of Mo Qi.
Najib was terrified at the time.
Najib is really embarrassed about this matter.
Three hundred euros or one thousand euros, for people like Najib and Molic, it is equivalent to a small red envelope of twenty or fifty between friends.
When I was a student, it was just like me sending you love letters and you buying me a Shark pen.
So Najib is not doing it for money at all, he is not that kind of villain.
The nature of this matter is actually the same as "in order to chase a girl, you ask your brother to form a strategic alliance with that girl's best friend."
It's just that in the process of explaining, in order to relieve your brother from pressure, you told your brother that the girl is easy to get started with, and there is no need to have any psychological burden, etc.
In the end, who knew that your brother was indeed very capable and had established a stable strategic alliance with the other party, and was troubled by what you said before.
This...who would have thought that Moliqi was so infatuated and traditional.
Najib thought Molic was the kind of more open-minded prodigal son, so he found Moic.
After all, who asked Moliqi to often talk about how many girls he dated, how capable he was, how long he lasted, etc.
Co-authorship is all bragging.
If you screw Najib, you screw himself.
After Lu Yang heard this, he suddenly felt that Moliqi was not so pitiful.
Men, if you’re not a prostitute, don’t pretend to be Neptune.
Otherwise, when you meet the Queen of the Sea one day, you will find out that you are just a sea dog, and you will be attacked by someone else's dimensionality reduction, and you will lose both your life and wealth.
So Lu Yang gave Najib some pointers and asked Najib to resolve Molic's matter first.
Otherwise, Moliqi would feel somewhat uncomfortable if he found out about it later.
The twenty-fifty red envelope doesn't matter, but how you took it, brother, is very important.
So the next day, when Morich went out for a date with Tia, he found a gift box at the door.
Inside is a mid-range Tianqin watch with a market price of 10,000 euros.
There is a card next to it that says: I wish our friendship will last forever.
No signature.
Theoretically, no one knows who sent it.
But it must have been given by someone who has a good relationship with Moric.
At this glance, you can tell that he is a teammate or friend of the coaching staff, not a fan.
So Morich bought this watch with peace of mind.
During training the next day, Nagy saw Moric enter the locker room wearing this watch, took off the watch and put it in the closet before going to the training ground.
This also gave Najib psychological comfort despite the physical pain.
At least, Moric seems to like this watch.
In fact, Lu Yang thought so at first.
Until one night, Lu Yang and Sofia, who had flown back to Sanremo, had dinner. Sofia complained to Lu Yang: "Did you know that Moric has an expensive watch recently?"
The price is so expensive that no quotation marks are needed.
No matter how rich people are, as long as they are rational and normal, they can actually distinguish the price of items.
It is not impossible for a person with a fortune of hundreds of millions to eat tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands for a dinner.
But if he goes to a roadside fried rice stall and you tell him a portion of fried rice costs 500 yuan, you can see whether he eats it.
Even though I was not satisfied with the Japanese food that cost only NT$20,000 in Chengdu, I was yelling at it online for several days.
A watch worth 10,000 euros is considered expensive anywhere... Even though most of Sofia's watch boxes contain watches worth more than 100,000 euros or hundreds of thousands of euros.
"What's wrong?" Lu Yang asked, "Is Tia jealous?"
Because of Lu Yang and Mo Qi, the relationship between Sophia and Tia has developed very quickly, and it has reached the level of occasional afternoon tea. The two even recently made an appointment to go to Milan to watch Fashion Week, and Sofia made all the arrangements.
"How is it possible? The style of that watch is so old-fashioned." Sofia said, "It's just that Morich would wear that watch every time he went to training, so Tia paid more attention to it."
"She asked me if you sent Moliqi as a gift, and I said it was absolutely impossible."
Lu Yang tilted his head: "Why?"
Sophia smiled and said, "Because our Lu Yang never gives gifts to others!"
Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, then felt quite embarrassed.
Sophia was telling Lu Yang in a very decent and artistic way, we have known each other for so long, but you haven't given me any gifts yet, right?
After all, she is also the rumored girlfriend, are you sure you don’t want to protect our relationship?
"Uh... this..." Lu Yang could only complain, "Hot chicken Moliqi!"
Sophia smiled slightly, saving some face for Lu Yang.
She believed that after her prompting this time, Lu Yang would give her some surprises in the next few days, right?
Sigh... A woman has to worry about gifts and surprises herself.
It’s really a bit hard.
But who allowed herself to meet such a man?
Little enemies!
