Greatest Of All Legends-Chapter 630: Purple Trouble II

Chapter 630: Purple Trouble II

After the effort that went begging, the Uventus team kept trying to find the goal that would get them back on level terms, but the Fiorentina players held on tightly to their lead, all while continuously making efforts of their own to try to further their lead.

Time rapidly passed as the game raged on and the first half of the game soon came to an end with the Uventus team holding on to their lead.

After the whistle was blown, the players of the two teams stopped playing and quickly headed down to the locker rooms.

The bench players also followed after the on-field players as they made their way towards the tunnel, but before they made it to the tunnel, there was suddenly a noise on the right side that diverted everyone’s attention.

Jason looked over as well and discovered that the cause of the commotion was a fan who had jumped over and was running at the players with a phone in hand.

Jason watched with intrigue as the fan dodged the first part of the security team spectacularly, but he couldn’t completely get through and was soon caught.

“Wasn’t fast enough,” Jason muttered and continued walking, taking his mind off the situation.

“What are you thinking about?” Cuadrado asked Jason, who looked to be deep in thought as they walked.

“Are you worried about the game?” Ronaldo asked.

“Nah… I was just wondering something else?” Jason muttered as they walked/

“What?” Ronaldo asked.

“If… you drink cashew milk, almond milk, all that…”

“… Then doesn’t that just mean you drink nut?” Jason asked with a serious look on his face.

“…”

For a few seconds, everyone who had been listening to Jason speak went silent.

“I hope you wake up tomorrow and there are no doorknobs on any of your doors,” Cuadrado was the one who broke the silence.

“Bro, some people drink that every day, why would you say that?” De Ligt said, sneaking a glance at Ronaldo who was one of the people he was talking about.

Ronaldo was a very health-focused person, and he especially focused on his food, which meant mostly water, or plant based fresh beverages, and milks from nuts were a big part of that.

However, before a banter could begin, they had already reached the locker room where the manager didn’t waste any time in pulling out the whiteboard and going over the tactics with the players.

Motivation was not the focus of the meeting.

The players already had all the motivation they needed to win the game.

If they won, they’d earn a place at the top of the table, and if that wasn’t enough to motivate them, then they shouldn’t be in a team like Uventus where the only thing they needed to do was win.

“Chiesa, you need to make more runs in behind! The only person who should be asking for the ball to feet should be Bernadeshi,” Pirlo said loudly, pointing to the board.

“I already said it before the game started,”

“Bernadeschi will drop back to receive the ball here, and the two of you forwards will start moving to get in behind,” Pirlo said, pointing to the top right side of the board and making circling motions to show the players where he meant.

“Chiesa, you’re faster, so it’s up to you to make the dummy runs to pull away the defenders and open up some space for Morata, but all you’ve been doing is bursting forward at the wrong times and pulling back when you should be running forward,”

“DO I NEED TO TEACH YOU HOW TO DO YOUR JOB?” Pirlo asked sharply, his voice louder than usual.

It was clear that the manager was not happy that his players were not doing what they should be doing.

“No coach,” Chiesa answered quietly.

“Then get out there and play like the forward the team needs!”

“Or I’ll bring on someone who can!” Pirlo snapped and then turned to the defenders.

“And you guys, what are you doing, huh?” he asked, his voice dangerously low, stunning the defenders who thought they had done pretty well so far.

“Our opponents have had too many chances!”

“Rugani, I told you to man-mark Vlahovic, you know what that means?”

“You stay right behind him!”

“If he goes left, you go left,” Pirlo said, moving to the left.

“If he goes right, you go right,” the manager said, continuing his demonstration by stepping to the right.

“If it’s forward, then forward,”

“If he goes for a piss, hold his co*k,”

“What were you doing!?” Pirlo asked after his demonstration.

“Er… holding his co*k?” Rugani managed to reply, confused.

“NO! MAN-MARKING!” Pirlo shouted at him.

“The gaffer must really want the win. You’d think his job is on the line,” Cuadrado whispered to Jason in the back.

“Maybe it is,” Jason whispered back, also surprised at Pirlo’s outburst.

It was not every day their normally cool-headed manager displayed such *passion* during tactical sessions.

Not even when motivating the players for bigger games.

Jason had never seen Pirlo this agitated since he had arrived at Uventus, but perhaps the others had seen him like that.

In the end, the manager gave a full review of the game plan and directed each player to their positions and explained what he needed from them.

A few minutes later, the players were on their way back to the field.

Pirlo trudged along just behind them, his brows scrunched up slightly.

He wanted nothing more than to put on his more important on the pitch as he knew that doing so would make the upcoming second half easier for his team, and they could more easily stage a comeback.

Yet, at the same time, he knew he could not just do that.

The players were on the bench for a reason, and that was to ensure they rested well and saved their energy, as well as to avoid any sudden injuries in the game.

Due to their tight schedule lately, the first team players had been through game after game with short resting periods between the games and exhaustion had inevitably accumulated, hence if he wanted his players to be at their peak for the Champions League game against Madrid in three days, then he could at most bring them on in the dying minutes of the game.

What this meant was that the players who were currently in the starting line-up were on their own for this game.