Chapter 275 Why are you so nice to me?
David Silva arrived at the door of head coach Benítez's office nervously.
The young man from the Canary Islands stood straight, raised his head and looked at the white aluminum-wood door. After hesitating for two seconds, he looked at his clothes and made sure that there was no problem. Then he took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
"Come in!"
After just two knocks, the voice of head coach Benítez was heard from inside.
Still so familiar, so cold as if it has no temperature at all.
David Silva took another deep breath and then pushed the door open.
"Sir, you called me?" David Silva's voice trembled slightly.
Benítez was sitting in front of the computer at his desk. He could hear the sound of a match video. He should be watching the video and studying his opponent. This was exactly the same as the rumors David Silva had heard.
Some people's pastime is picking up girls and drinking, some people's pastime is traveling and visiting, and some people's pastime is eating and drinking, but Benítez's pastime is watching game videos.
This is definitely a fighter among the weird ones! David Silva couldn't help wanting to laugh when he thought of this. When he saw Benítez waving him to sit down opposite him, he immediately held back his laughter and came to sit across from the desk.
Benítez paused the video and turned to look at the thin Canary Islands boy in front of him.
"I used to coach in Tenerife. Your hometown is beautiful. It has dreamlike scenery, endless sea of clouds, and the purest sky in the world. I heard that it is also the birthplace of canaries."
Canary means canary in Spanish.
Perhaps because of the experience in Tenerife, Benítez rarely spoke to David Silvado.
"The climate and soil there always breed players with rich imagination, outstanding footwork, delicate and sensitive emotions, such as Valeron from Deportivo La Coruna. I heard that you are from the same village as him?"
"Yes, sir!" David Silva didn't understand what Benítez was trying to say.
Benítez nodded, and rarely, a faint smile appeared on his face, which disappeared in a flash.
David Silva even wondered if he had seen it wrong.
"Someone suggested to me that you are a trustworthy player. What do you think?"
David Silva was a little panicked because he didn't know what was going on.
But he was a smart teenager and he reacted quickly, realizing that the coach was talking about the Champions League semi-final against Monaco, which was a home game. In the past two days, there had been some discussions within the team about whether to adopt a 4-4-2 or 4-2-3-1 formation.
He can play as both left winger and attacking midfielder, and can even play on the right side as an inverted right winger.
"I...I don't know, sir." David Silva hesitated.
He was only eighteen years old, had just joined the first team, and hadn't even established himself yet. When he was asked this question suddenly, he really had no idea what to do.
"He has full confidence in you. He thinks you can do it and can do it well," Benítez continued.
David Silva was very panicked, but at the same time he also wanted to know who gave him such a high evaluation?
The first person that popped into his mind was Su Dong! The guy who always liked to touch his head by relying on his height, making him always look up and admire him!
"This is a very important game, David. There is no room for any mistakes. I want to hear your own thoughts. Do you think you can do it?" Benítez asked, staring at David Silva.
David Silva hesitated.
He had played for the first team but never in such an important game, not even as a substitute.
Isn't this too risky, too frivolous?
But soon, he thought of another point. Wasn't this also an opportunity for him?
Aimar has been injured and Canobbio has never been trusted by Benítez. If he really plays in this game, if he can really perform to the satisfaction of the head coach, then he will have made it.
But is he really ready? "I don't know, sir." David Silva still shook his head, but his confused eyes became much clearer.
Obviously, he already knew what was going on.
"Well, go back and think about it carefully, and give me the answer tomorrow morning!"
After saying this, Benítez ordered the player to leave.
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David Silva left Benítez's office with his head down and in a daze.
The expression on his face was somewhat complicated, including excitement, fear, panic, and even a hint of regret.
Jestedan was watching in the coach's office next door. He waited until David Silva walked away before he got up and went to Benítez's office. After closing the door, he walked over.
"It still feels a little too immature!" commented Jestedan.
Benítez nodded, "He is indeed young, with good strength and awareness, but he is a little timid."
"I'm afraid that won't work?" Yestendan shook his head.
A timid player would be in a panic once he gets on the field. This is the Champions League semi-final. How many professional players dream of playing in it? If that's the case, letting him play would be bad news! "Don't be so quick to judge, Paco!" Benítez waved his hand. "Some players look fearless and speak with great enthusiasm before the game, but when the critical moment comes, they become weak faster than anyone else; some players are timid because they are not ready. When they figure it out, they have more courage than anyone else."
After thinking about it, Yestdan felt that it made sense, as both types of players were not uncommon.
"I looked at David Silva's training with the first team this season, as well as the reports of his several appearances in the game, and there was no sign of him being timid or fearful. He is not a timid and irresponsible player!"
Jestedan also nodded. Judging from his performances this season, David Silva was pretty decent.
"Sudon thinks highly of him and he has been training with Sudon. From the training, we can see that the two have a very good understanding. Although he is a front midfielder and will face two defensive midfielders from Monaco, we all know that the real pressure is on Sudon. What Aimar can do, David Silva can do as well."
"Albelda and Baraja are there to organize and control the tempo of the game, and they are also there for defense. All David Silva needs to do is to support Sudon, Vicente and Rufete, roam horizontally and distribute the ball in front of the opponent's double defensive midfielders, and make through passes when there is a chance. This is actually not very difficult."
As long as Su Dong can hold up Monaco's defense, the double defensive midfielders must take into account protecting the defense, then the pressure on the attacking midfielder will not be too great, and Aimar's physique is not necessarily much better than David Silva.
"The whole world has now determined that we will adopt a 4-4-2 formation because Aimar is absent. But if we suddenly use David Silva at this time, Deschamps will definitely not expect it!"
Jestedan looked at his boss with some surprise, "Isn't this a bit risky?"
In the memory of his assistants, Benítez has always been the most risk-averse.
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Besides, with Paco and Sudon at the forefront, our margin for error behind us will be much higher, so the risk may not be that great."
Jesterdam was convinced.
Even Benítez, who is always conservative and risk-averse, has figured it out, so it must be certain.
"Now, the biggest problem is this kid, does he dare?"
This is the biggest problem right now!
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David Silva left Benítez's office like a zombie and went straight to the gym.
Sure enough, Su Dong is still here.
What was rare was that Vicente was also there.
The two were chatting and laughing while training there, and the topic they talked about was the upcoming Champions League semi-final.
David Silva sat aside, silent, listening to their conversation, feeling as if he was listening to a foreign language.
Once upon a time, he thought that all this would be very far away from him, so far that he could not even touch it. He even worried whether he would have the chance to play a Champions League knockout match in his life, let alone the semi-finals.
But suddenly, he felt like a lucky man who was hit by a piece of pie falling from the sky, and his whole body was dizzy.
It was as if there were two people in his mind, one saying yes, bravely agree to it; the other saying no, you are still young, what if something goes wrong? The two voices kept interweaving, and no one could convince the other, which made David Silva feel overwhelmed.
Finally, he simply closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and tried not to think about anything.
The question is, how could you not want to?
He was so annoyed that he wanted to scratch his head, pull out the two fighting guys inside, and give them a good beating. But he knew that even if he did that, he still couldn't solve the problem.
Yes or no?
"It's so difficult!" David Silva let out a long breath and muttered.
"What's the problem?"
Su Dong's smiling voice came over.
David Silva suddenly opened his eyes and found that he, Su Dong, and Nuno Cruz and others were the only ones left in the gym, packing up their things in the distance.
He didn't even notice when Vicente left.
"Have you met the boss?" Su Dong removed the bandage on his right palm with his left hand and sat down next to David Silva.
David Silva hummed and nodded, "Yes, he told me everything."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Su Dong asked with a smile.
David Silva understood what Su Dong meant. This was indeed a good thing, even a godsend. It was an excellent opportunity that many young players had been longing for. If it weren't for Su Dong, he would probably never have had such an opportunity in his life.
He was full of gratitude towards Su Dong, but at the same time, he was full of doubts and worries about himself.
He has never been the fearless type!
"Su, can I ask you a question?"
After removing the bandages on his right hand, Su Dong removed the bandages on his left hand and nodded without raising his head. "Okay, go ahead and ask."
“Why are you so nice to me?”
There is one more chapter, 18 o'clock.
(End of this chapter)
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