The strongest blade in football

Chapter 194
Wang Nuo didn't expect the coach to be so tough.

Apparently Leonardo was also taken aback.

He turned his head and glanced at the players on the training ground. He seemed to be apprehensive, so he turned and left without speaking.

However, the old players of Paris Saint-Germain looked familiar. After returning to the locker room after training, Kamara publicly expressed his support for the head coach.

"The Brazilian really regards himself as the godfather of Paris. The team doesn't need him to dictate."

Zumana Kamara has played in Paris for four seasons. He is the big brother of the team and has a lot of influence in the team.

As early as 1998, at the age of 19, he was spotted by Inter Milan and taken to Italy.

Of course, he didn't get many opportunities later, he went to Empoli and Bastia on loan, and then returned to Ligue [-].

He doesn't have a good impression of Leonardo, who bears the brand of AC Milan. On the contrary, he agrees with Combuare.

Combuare led Paris Saint-Germain back to the top four in the league after seven years last season. Not only Kamara, but also many players are quite convinced of him.

What's more, Combuare was originally a club star, and the only Ligue 20 champion in [-] years was earned by others!

Leonardo, as an "outsider" who has only been airborne for more than a month, yelled at their coach on the sidelines of the training field, making them all a little angry.

On the contrary, the new foreign players who arrived in the summer kept silent. In their opinion, the team director worried about the coach's formation and style of play. It was indeed a bit of an overreach, but as a player, they shouldn't complain in the locker room.

The old players of Paris Saint-Germain don't care so much, they all complain about their coach and talk about it in the locker room.

Just then, Combuare came in.

The coach, who looked like an old French farmer, walked slowly in front of everyone.

"I can hear your voices from far away, what, you are the management of the team?"

He looked around at everyone present with a blank expression, but no one spoke.

"You are not the management of the team, you are the players."

"Don't discuss things that have nothing to do with the game. We are going to play Rennes soon. Take your attention back. Your job is to play and win, not to be critics."

Comboare's voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't a look of ferocity on his face, but it seemed to work well.

The players headed by Kamara seemed to want to say something, but they finally swallowed their words when they met the head coach's eyes.

Wang Nuo understood what Combuare meant. Players can win the game according to the coach's style of play, which is the best support for the coach.

Rennes is the second largest city in northwestern France, with a population of about 20. It is the center of the Brittany region and an important tourist city in France.

It is loved by the French and is considered "the most livable city in France".

In order to maintain their state, Paris Saint-Germain arrived in Rennes the morning before and stayed at the Oceania Rennes Hotel.

Next to the hotel there is a great indoor 5v5 football pitch that is organized on weekends and happens to be vacant on August 8th.

Nene, who just had nothing to do, usually liked to show off his footwork, pulled Wang Nuo and a few other teammates by force to pass the time.

This low-intensity game will not affect the state of the game the next day, so they did not tell Combuare that everything is going on in secret.

Nene had called up a total of nine first-team players, and most of the others were not interested in it, either hiding in the house playing games or resting.

In order to make up enough people, the team doctor Andraar was also brought in.

Wang Nuo and the others divided into two teams and played a game. They were not as serious as they were in training. Everyone hardly defended. They played very entertaining and relaxed.

In indoor futsal, everyone has a high chance of touching the ball. Everyone likes to hold the ball. Not only dribbling monsters like Wang Nuo and Nene are showing off their skills, but even defender Kamara is doing some fancy moves.

After more than 10 minutes of the game, the score was 8 to 3. Wang Nuo scored 3 goals and copied the "Hand of God" once, which amused everyone.

Just as everyone was immersed in the cheerful atmosphere, they never expected that the Brazilian Nene sprained his ankle without confrontation.

The game was suspended, and the team doctor conducted an inspection on the spot. The result is regrettable. Nene has not been able to play for at least the last week.

This also means that he will miss the game against Rennes and the subsequent Europa League play-offs.

Everyone knew that something was wrong and the game couldn't continue, so everyone hurried back to their rooms.

Nene pretended nothing happened, endured the pain and returned to the room. According to the agreement with everyone, she didn't tell the bad news to the coach until dinner time.

"Coach, I may not be able to participate in this game." Nene looked aggrieved, "I accidentally sprained my ankle when I went downstairs, damn it!"

"Really? I'll give you one more chance and say it again." Combuare shook his head.

Nene knew right away that there was an informer.

Except for the team doctor Andrar, all the guys who played together in the afternoon buried their heads in the dinner plate in front of them, only their ears were pricked up.

"I'm sorry, coach, I won't dare again before the next game, woo woo woo." Nene burst into tears immediately, but I have to say that his acting skills are really terrible.

Obviously, Combuare would not be fooled by such poor acting skills. He left his seat, walked to the center of the restaurant, and clapped his hands.

"Everyone, don't eat for now, I have something to tell everyone."

Combuare watched the players put down their knives and forks one by one, and turned to face him.

"This afternoon, something happened that disappointed me."

"Some of our players here organized a game without telling me first, and Nene got injured and sprained his ankle during the game."

"What disappoints me even more is that our players did not tell the truth immediately, but instead united to deceive me."

"Is this what a professional player should have? Is this what a Paris Saint-Germain player should be?"

Combuare's gaze was real, and none of the players who played in the afternoon dared to look at him.

"Everyone may agree on one thing, that is, this season is the closest we have come to the Ligue [-] championship in more than ten years!"

"Many stars joined the team in the summer. Our strength on paper is much stronger than before. Those so-called strong teams in the past may not be considered worrying in the eyes of everyone now."

"Some people will think, oh, we have Pastore, we have Gameiro, we have Wang Nuo, we have Matuidi, Sissoko, Nene, Sirigu, we are the giants of Ligue [-]! It is the championship. team!"

"So, have we shown what a championship team should be? In my opinion, no, it is far from what a championship team should be!"

"In the first round, without Sirigu and Wang Nuo, we would have suffered a defeat! Our lineup is not well-tuned!"

"Tomorrow is going to play against Rennes. Just now, our absolute main force Nene told me, oh, coach, sorry, I sprained my foot downstairs and may not be able to play."

"Are you kidding me? Can you win the Ligue [-] champion lying down? Who here has the champion gene? Who has won the Ligue [-] championship?"

"Bodmer, I took one in Lyon. What about the rest? No, none, none."

"Since this is the case, why don't we put our minds on it, be down-to-earth, and work together towards the goal?"

Combuare's words made the players of Paris Saint-Germain fall into deep thought.

At 8 o'clock in the evening on August 13th, the evening of Rennes was drizzly and the weather was cool. The second round of the Paris Saint-Germain league officially started.

Wang Nuo felt comfortable physically and mentally. This kind of rain made him feel like he was back in Manchester.

The attendance at Roazon Park is not high, but it has no effect on Wang Nuo's state.

He sized up the opponents on the other side of the court, and sure enough, as expected before the game, they were all black players.

Come out, the 532 in Paris is ready for you!
Sure enough, the game went on as expected.

Rennes played smoothly in the first 30 minutes of the game. They played seemingly brilliant football, but they did not pose much substantial threat to Paris' defense.

Paris Saint-Germain's frontcourt attack team lost Nene, a general, not as sharp as the previous game, but still posed a considerable threat to the opponent.

In the 30th minute of the first half, Paris Saint-Germain was struggling to press, but unfortunately, they made a mistake in the midfield pass.

Suddenly, Rennes had the chance to counter-attack, with three of their attackers breaking into the front and putting pressure on Thierne.

At this time, Thiene was the only barrier in front of the goalkeeper Sirigu, and the situation was very critical.

Fortunately, Thiene perfectly intercepted the opponent's offensive player, eliminated Rennes' counterattack threat, and quickly passed the ball to Matuidi.

Afterwards, the ball was transferred to Wang Nuo's feet after three or four conductions.

Wang Nuo took control of the ball ahead of the opponent's midfielder M'Vila, ran forward with the ball for a certain distance, and threw away an opponent's player.

Before that, his performance had already terrified Rennes——

Non-stop sprinting and pressing, full of aggression, speed, power and destructive power.

Under pressure, Rennes' Mannega and defender Danzi overtook Wang Nuo and forced them past.

In the past, Wang Nuo must have tried to pass them both, but now, he chose to transfer the ball to Bodmer in the middle, and he just ran out of space.

Bodmer received the ball without stopping, and immediately made a precise long pass to the ground, and stuffed the ball to Gameiro in the penalty area.

Gameiro shot angrily at the ball, but unfortunately, the football was higher than the crossbar.

Although there were no goals, it was enough to prove that this style of play was effective. While Rennes was attacking with all his strength, he obviously couldn't take into account the defense.

Paris Saint-Germain just needs to wait quietly for the opportunity.

In the next 40 minutes, luck favored Paris Saint-Germain.

Matuidi and Feret fought for the ball near the halfway line, and the ball bounced off Feret and rolled into the Rennes half.

Wang Nuo quickly took the ball and forced Rennes' right corridor. At the same time, Gameiro slipped into the penalty area.

Defender Mangane tried to follow Gameiro, but just as Wang Nuo was about to cross, Gameiro disappeared, and suddenly his original position was frighteningly empty.

He has outflanked to the back post like a ghost!

Gameiro was already leaping into the air and twisting when the ball flew past him.

Goalkeeper Kosteel was aware of the danger but before he could make any saves, Gameiro headed the ball past Kosteel and into the net with power and precision.

1: 0!

Paris Saint-Germain took the lead away!
This is a pleasing strike.

Combuare finally smiled on the sidelines.

In the days when Gameiro was invincible last season, Paris failed to win Lorient in two rounds, but now, the Ligue [-] silver boot of last season has become his own.

Gameiro yelled happily and ran towards Wang Nuo who was assisting him, and one teammate after another stepped forward to hug him.

Paris Saint-Germain returned to the dressing room with a one-goal lead.

Wang Nuo and his teammates could see that although Rennes controlled the ball throughout the first half, they couldn't pierce Paris Saint-Germain's defense at all.

Comboare's style of play worked.

There are too many players in Rennes charging forward, thinking of scoring goals as heroes, so every time the offense and defense switch, Paris can easily get the chance to play more and less.

Every time he suddenly switched from offense to defense, Rennes' defense was in disarray.

Wang Nuo got a chance in the first half, and now that Paris is leading, it is foreseeable that there will only be more and more loopholes in Rennes' defense in the second half.

Combuare spent a few minutes emphasizing a few points and exhorting all players to—

"Continue to maintain attention, patiently organize the defense, and the whole team acts in unison. The second half is 45 minutes. The further the time goes, the greater our advantage!"

The half-time break was over, Combuare high-fived every player who passed him, and everyone stepped on the pitch again, full of morale.

The situation in the second half was as Combuare expected. The reckless gene in the character of the black player was unavoidable. Rennes wanted to win the game and launched a siege against Paris Saint-Germain.

In the drizzle, Rennes has been trying to speed up the pace of the game, while Paris Saint-Germain only showed its fangs when counterattacking, and more often stayed behind to defend.

Rennes' offense is actually not bad.

They kept trying. In the 75th minute of the second half, Mandejack found Montagno on the left.

Montagno, who cut in at high speed, showed excellent ball control skills. He cut inside and passed Yale, and made a strong cross to the goal.

It was a deadly pass, as Pietro Ipa, just a few meters from goal, fired an almost inevitable push with his right foot.

This time, it was Siligu again. He stretched his body to the limit and touched the ball with his fingertips inconceivably.

The trajectory of the football changed. It hit the post and bounced to the feet of Paris Saint-Germain defender Sierra. With a big foot clearance, the team escaped.

Pietro Ipa missed a hit and screamed to the sky. The home fans hugged their heads in disappointment.

And just three minutes later, the disappointment of the home fans turned to despair.

In the 78th minute of the game, the Rennes goalkeeper kicked the ball into the midfield with a big kick. This was just a very ordinary kick-off.

Without any hope, Wang Nuo rushed forward a few steps, hoping that the midfielder would succeed in the header and pass the ball.

He saw Ferret, Rennes' midfielder No. 8, starting to back up against the ball.

At this time, Chan Thomme jumped the ball to prepare for the header ferry.

Ferret probably didn't want Chantome to get the ball easily, so he also jumped up to fight for the top on the way back.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to jump high enough during the retreat. Wang Nuo watched helplessly as the ball rubbed against Feret's head, passed Rennes' No. 5 and No. 2, and flew towards the penalty area!

Wang Nuo's blood surged up all of a sudden, and he rushed up with a terrifying speed and a beast-like posture!
The football was very fast and bounced on the ground several times. Wang Nuo followed it, smashed the ball in the penalty area to get rid of Biick, and shot with his feet!
The football shoots through Kostil and PSG score again!
2:0!
Wang Nuo took advantage of a mistake by the opponent's midfielder to score consecutive goals, turning his Ligue 3 goals into [-]!
He let out a long breath, feeling extremely comfortable.

Throughout the game, he got many, many fewer opportunities than in the past, and spent most of the time taking care of defense and exhausted.

But he took advantage of the limited opportunities, one assist, one goal, and the efficiency is quite high.

He rushed to Combuare on the sidelines, and several other teammates also ran over.

Wang Nuo gave the coach a bear hug.

"Believe me, coach, we will win the games one by one." Wang Nuo said in his ear.

　The mentality completely collapsed.The post was a few seconds late, and this month's full attendance was gone again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)