Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

Chapter 319 Dispute broke out, high-level interference

After the game, Chen Feng, Wu Lei, and Martial were undoubtedly on the cusp again.

#陈锋'God'Substitution#

#Wu Lei pass error#

#Martial, may I ask if you are thinking about life on the court#

These three entries are the most discussed by netizens on the Internet, because they can form a causal relationship.

Without Chen Feng's 'miraculous' substitution, Wu Lei would not have passed the ball to Martial who was thinking about his life on the court, and there would have been no mistakes.

Manchester United still have a chance to enter the Europa League!

Under the influence of the public opinion turmoil and the loss of the game, none of the three could sleep well that night.

The next day, after returning to the base, Chen Feng immediately pulled the players along to start a review meeting.

After half an hour, after counting more than a dozen mistakes, Chen Feng left Martial alone.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Chen Feng asked directly, "Tell me, what were you thinking about on the court? Why didn't you catch that pass?"

Martial hurriedly denied Sanlian, "I didn't, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense?"

"Ok?"

"That's obviously Wu Lei's pass error. His passing power is too strong, so I failed to catch the pass. Boss, isn't it unreasonable for you to leave me alone? !"

"The pass is too powerful? If you can concentrate, how can you not even touch the ball?"

"It really can't blame me, you can't treat me like this just because you and Wu Lei are from the same country, it's too unfair!"

boom!Chen Feng was angry, he was completely angry, he slapped the water glass on the conference table, the water in the glass splashed everywhere, he stared at the innocent Martial.

He said loudly: "You mean I'm partial to Wu Lei, right? It seems that you have held grudges against me for a long time!"

"It was!"

Martial is not a good-tempered person either. When he watched Chen Feng get angry at him, the grievances he had suffered these days also spewed out!

"Obviously my condition is better!"

"Why did you use Wu Lei instead of me?"

"Which point am I worse than him? I came to Manchester United much earlier than him, and my skills are better than his!"

"You don't see the reason why he is from the same country as you, give him a chance, what is it?!"

"You're unfair, I don't accept it!"

Hehe——Chen Feng laughed. Facing Martial's groundless accusations, he only asked, "You keep saying that you are better than Wu Lei. Wu Lei scored 7 goals and 4 assists this season. What about you?"

Well, Martial was silent. He thought about it carefully. This season, he scored .2 goals in all competitions!

But he is still not convinced!

Before he could speak, Chen Feng forced him on the seat, and said with a sneer, "I know, you will think that Wu Lei has played more time than you, and your stats are certainly not as good as his."

"But I gave you a chance, let's see what you kicked?"

"If you want to be in the top position, you have to rely on your strength!"

"It's not temper. Have you been fooling around for so many years?"

"Martial, there is a problem with your mentality. During this period, you should take a good rest!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng didn't give him a chance to speak, and left the meeting room directly, leaving Martial alone, angry in the meeting room.

Not long after, Martial also left, and he went to the director's office!

The moment he knocked on the door, his thoughts were: Chen Feng!Do you really think that I have been fooling around for so many years?I have been to Manchester United for 15 years!

2021, April 12.

Chen Feng was on the training ground, supervising everyone's training.

When the training was halfway through, there was a figure at the far end, slowly walking over.

The person who came greeted him indifferently, and was about to leave directly.

Chen Feng stopped him, "Pogba, your return time is on December 12st, but why did you come on the 1rd, and you are still late, don't you want to say something?"

"The injury is good."

Pogba casually perfunctory, walked to the court carelessly, and chatted with Martial, Lingard and others.

Don't give the head coach any face!

Liu Dali saw it, and said seriously: "There is a problem in the locker room. If you don't deal with it properly, the combat power you have gathered may loose again!"

Chen Feng's face was a little ugly, he was lost in thought, and didn't answer.

Liu Dali wanted to say more, but the sports director Mott came over, "Feng, come with me, I have something to tell you."

After Chen Feng gave Liu Dali the training plan in his hands, he followed Mott to the director's office.

After sitting down, he held up his teacup and didn't speak.

Mott took two sips of coffee, smiled and said, "You should know why I came here for you, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "I can guess a little, it's because of Martial, right?"

"Yes." Mott didn't deny it, and continued: "You have to know that Martial is a very talented player, and he is also highly valued by the top management. The relationship between you and him should not be so ugly. "

"Did you watch the match three days ago?"

"Look!"

"I still haven't watched it. If you watched it, judging from Martial's disastrous performance in that game, you shouldn't have said that."

Mott picked up the coffee spoon and slowly stirred the brown coffee, greedily absorbing the rich aroma floating in the air.

Slowly said: "The players, when there is a state of ups and downs, give more opportunities to find the state, wouldn't it be enough?"

"Also, that game, that mistake, isn't it all Martial's fault, isn't there any problem with Wu Lei's pass? Feng, things should be done fairly!"

Swish!Chen Feng's eyes were fixed, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. After weighing it several times, he made a decision.

"Okay, you guys say give me a chance."

"I'll give him a chance, in the Premier League two days later, against Wolves!"

"I let him start. Whether he can grasp it or not is up to him!"

"That's right!" Mott still smiled, looking like a good old man, but changed the subject and chatted about another issue.

"Then, for Pogba, give him more chances?"

"what?!"

Chen Feng asked with a trembling voice: "Didn't you say that he was going to sell it? And he returned to the team two days late and didn't report to me!"

Mott waved his hand and said with a smile: "Feng, calm down! It doesn't matter that he asked for leave with me. The important thing is that the higher-ups still have high hopes for him, and I hope you will give him more opportunities."

"Besides, they have read your signing plan and said they will do their best to help you!"

"But there is a problem, if Pogba plays well, we can save a lot of money in the winter window, can't we?"

"After all, in the current situation, money is not abundant!"